!! Light spoilers for The Boys Season 3 !!
A filthy drabble for Frenchie, and what he does when he needs to forget
TW: mention of blood, smut, p in v sex, dom/sub relationship (Sub!Frenchie), talk of oral sex, angst
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“More” his voice is strained, the column of his neck deliciously exposed. Her teeth sink into his skin, and he hiss in response.
“Shhh my sweet boy is greedy tonight” she smiles, “but that’s okay, I got you mon chéri, I’ll give you what you want in the end, don’t worry”.
She moves her hips slowly, riding him at a lazy rhythm. His shoulders are straining from his bound hands behind his back. She used the large leather cuffs tonight, she was being merciful. She knew what he needed. She always knows.
Everything had gone to shit, his life an endless stream of broken glass and broken bones. Of blood and gasoline. He’s fucking tired. He came to her to forget about it for a minute. At least in here, he was giving up control willingly, and the collar and leash he was wearing were real. Not the invisible chain so many yanked him by outside of this room. Nina. Butcher. For them he was nothing more than a guard dog. But for his girl? For his girl, he was a very good boy.
She sinks down on him once more, way too slow for his taste. But it’s for his own good, all he has to do is sit there with her in his lap and take it like a good boy. He drifts slowly into another space, focusing only on the softness of the leather and the wet warmth of her cunt around his leaking cock. The faint pain in his arms. The heavy collar on his neck, the familiar and comforting weight of it circling his throat. From time to time, she tugs on it, bringing his attention back to her when he is too far gone into his head. She ushers simple commands in her warm voice, guiding him, praising him. He’s going crazy with the slow pace, but it’s a kind of dreamy madness he loves so much.
“You’re doing so good, baby. You can come if you want, whenever you’re ready.” she whispers, her nails tracing delicate patterns on his chest, down his abs. He lets out a whimper, a sound so unlike his tough persona, but he feels no shame, he’s way past that now. “You’re being so good for me, maybe I’ll let you eat me out after that, mmh? I could sit on your pretty face, would you like that?” she gives a hard tug on his collar, and he comes like this, mouth parted around a silent cry. She can see the pink of his tongue, and she decides that what she chose next is definitely a good idea.
my brother and i reached the end of s3 of the boys tonight and he will not rest until everyone knows that kimiko and frenchie should 100% be together no matter what kripke thinks ✌️
Warnings; Language, angst, fluff, French nicknames, not spell checked bc lord knows if I did that I would overthink and never post.
AN: I'm soft for him shut up
Going after Supes was a job that warranted danger. With every waking moment you followed Billy Butcher and the rest of your friends into the fight, chances of survival grew increasingly smaller, as would be expected when you spent your life hunting down the worlds most powerful and beloved.
You liked to think that this didn't get to you, but in honesty, it carried a heavy weight within you that grew harder to ignore with each passing day. Today, was one of which you were thinking about your impending doom more than ever.
You were looking at Frenchie now as you sat on the couch, a man you had unexpectedly grown to love over your time racing into danger. He was grinning wildly, hands waving about as he explained something of which he held great passion, to M.M, who was refusing to listen to the persistent French man.
At some point, he must have sensed your eyes on him because he turned just enough to lock his gaze with yours, the reassuring glint in his eyes offering up a thousand possibilities. He stood, though M.M was in the middle of arguing with him, the man calling out as Frenchie made his way to you across the room.
"Hey Frenchie, you can't just walk away because you know I'm right!" As M.M speaks, Frenchie turns, and even though he's facing away from you, you can sense the smile on his face as he counters his friend "Bold of you to assume I'm ever wrong garce". You chuckle at that and the sound makes Frenchie turn to face you once more, the man kneeling down in front of you. It's incredible how he knows something is wrong, even when you believed you were concealing it so well.
"Hi" the word comes out quiet, your lips upturning in the softest of smiles as you speak. When Frenchie takes your hands in his, looking up at you from his crouched position, your smile only grows.
"What's wrong, Ma chérie?" He's giving you those puppy dog eyes as he speaks, knowing full well they can pull the truth from you in seconds. As hard as it is, you resist.
"Nothing" You send him a smile but when he squeezes your hand gently, it falters, just enough for him to see through your lie if he hadn't already. Frenchie frowns "Mon coeur?" The nickname is full of questions, in those two words, he's asking you everything he needs to, and soon, you're caving.
At some point unbeknownst to you, M.M had left the room, the space now free of people other than you and the man you loved. You shook your head, lowering your eyes to your hands which Frenchie held in his own. "Talk to me" his accent is thick as the words leave his lips, a sigh leaving your own as he brushes a thumb over the knuckles on your right hand.
"Does it ever occur to you how dangerous the shit we do is? How we all just follow Butcher into hell and back, going after Supes, risking our lives day in and day out?" You manage to bring your eyes up to meet Frenchie's as you speak, his gaze one you never want to forget.
"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you Mon coeur".
You shake your head at him, trying to force back the lump in your throat that had somehow formed in such a short space of time. "No Frenchie, I want you to promise that nothing bad will happen to us, together".
His reassuring smile seems to drop for a mere second, before he brings it back, trying his best to comfort you. You know just how reckless Frenchie can be, just how much he would risk for those he cared about, just how much he would risk for you. But you don't want him endangering himself with such things unless he comes back to you in one piece when he does so.
"Why are you thinking this way?" His question comes gently, moving a hand up to brush your cheek as he speaks. You lean into the touch, allowing yourself to relax.
"Everything we do is dangerous, I hate to think that each day could be our last but, at the rate we're going it's hard to believe we have an unlimited amount of time on our hands".
Your eyes burn with the weight of tears threatening to fall, and you look toward the door, blinking rapidly in an attempt to force the waterworks away. What you were discussing with Frenchie now had been stressing you for longer than you would care to admit. The relief of letting your fears spill out was emotional in itself, let alone the discussion having heightened your fear of such things in the moment.
"You don't have to hide from me Mon coeur, I have seen you cry over lesser things you know".
"Really?" tearing your watery gaze from the doorway, you face him, watching as he nods.
"The time when Hughie ate the last bag of hot Cheetos without your consent, you were so mad that came to me, crying your beautiful eyes out" He chuckles at the memory wiping at a tear that was making its escape down your cheek, "You remember?".
"I don't think I was crying my eyes out, but there were tears".
Frenchie shakes his head at your slight denial, another chuckle leaving his lips as a wider smile graces them. "Oh no, my love, you were distraught".
As much as you would love to continue on the path of playful denial, the thoughts that concerned you were still fighting for attention, and you couldn't help but notice Frenchie's avoidance of your past statement.
"You never promised, you know, that nothing bad will happen to us" It's a stupid thing to ask for, a nearly impossible promise to keep. You know it is entirely unfair to ask him to do so, but you don't care if he lies or not, you just need the reassurance that he'll try to keep himself safe as much as he does you. The love in Frenchie's eyes is deep and strong and with just the way he looks at you, you know he has no intention of letting you go, of letting what you have together, slip away.
"We are stronger together, yes?" He speaks quietly, voice carrying the soft tone you love as he continues "You and I when this is all over, will run from here, from Butcher, and start our own adventure".
As soon as he says it, it's enough for you, this promise of a life with Frenchie when the danger has passed, and though the tears are still threatening to fall, the weight on your chest has lifted. He stands then, pressing a kiss to your head as he rises to his feet. "But for all we know, Homelander could blow up New York in the next ten minutes" He's grinning at you, and somehow despite the statement, you smile too. "So, Mon coeur," He extends a hand to you, hoping you'll take it, "Will you dance with me?".
It's unbelievable, how hard you've fallen for the man in front of you and if you weren't already down as far as you could go, you would have fallen harder. Accepting his hand, you let him pull you to your feet, bringing you in close despite the lack of music.
"Now, Mon amour, if today were our last—which it is not, I would love nothing more than to dance with you until we can not anymore, for dancing with you," He takes a moment to twirl you around before pulling you back to him, the sweetest of smiles upon his face, "Is the thing I love most about life".
"I thought kissing me was what you loved most?" You're smiling, and though your cheeks are tear-stained, you're not sad anymore, and you're not scared either, because you have him.
Frenchie pulls you closer until you're faces are inches apart, the smile on his lips brushing against your own as he speaks. "Mon coeur, what is life if I can not indulge in both?".
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