Alright, now, I haven't wrote a fanfic for forever, so sorry if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I'm a Canadian, so I will be using Canadian English. BTW, I don't hate Seychelles, but she's the only opponent I could use. Thanks!
Francis Bonnfoy - France
Michelle - Seychelles
Arthur Kirkland - United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland/England
(y/n) - your name
(f/c1) - favourite colour1
(f/c2) - favourite colour2
(y/c) - your country
(y/n) is a fine young lady, had a kind eyes, soft hair, and the type of body. That body, that's attractive to those types of men. Those men, were her friends, the Bad Touch Trio. There was one man in this, trio, was Francis Bonnfoy. He was a sexy man, with those looks and that smile. He's a flirt, but sweet and kind in one spot. He had you melt like an ice cream in the middle of summer. She was falling hard for this man. Not too hard, but not too little.
The one thing that dissapointed little (y/n), was that Francis didn't pay much attentoin to her. She wanted this man too like her, not someone else. A girl named Michelle liked a boy named Arthur, a friend, or more as to say, rival. But Francis kept flirting with her, behind poor (y/n)'s back. Michelle supported (y/n), but it was no luck.
"(y/n), I'm sure he'll notice you. I can jst tell hi-" "It's okay, Michelle, I can handle this." (y/n) in her (f/c1) tanktop, the words on it said 'Paris is Sexy', and black jean shorts, with Michelle in a yellow summer dress, (y/n) were chatting about your crushes. "What about Arthur?" (y/n) questoined the Seychellese girl. "He's cuter than ever! He.." Michelle kept on chatting on how 'sexy' and 'British' he was. "... him and Francis also-" RING, rang (y/n)'s phone. It was Francis. "I better get going." answered Michelle, and left. "Mkay." she answered. (y/n) answered the phone "Yellow~?" (y/n) joked. " Bonjour.. May you please come over to visit, mon chere?" the Frenchman answered. (y/n) let out a faint blush, and tried to hide it, even if he was a kilometere or two away.
(y/n) hopped off the bus and walked across the street. This is so exiting! I can't wait to see Francis, I can't believe he actually invited me over she thought. About to knock the door, it flung open. " Bonjour~." the sexy voice answered, (y/n) blushed deeply, and Francis made his all-original laugh. "Ohonhonhon~ It's okay mon chere." he flirted. (y/n) bowed and walked inside. Francis smirked. "Guess who tolled me how you feel." suddenly, a chill shot down (y/n)'s back. I am going ro kill Michelle next time I see her (y/n) thought. "Come with me." he grabbed your hand and draged (y/n) upstairs, as she blush a deeper red.
He pushed you in his room, pinning you to the bed. "Your mine, mon fleur, and you know you want that~." he cooed softly into her ear. Planting soft kisses down his neck, he played aroung with (y/n)'s bra strap. She messed with the buttns on his blouse, revealing a well-toned chest. "You like that?" she smirked. Francis almost laughed so hard he coughed. "Of course~ what about, THIS?" he slid off (y/n)'s shirt, reveaveling a (f/c1) bra with (f/c2) lace. He instantly ripped it off and kneaded her breasts softly, releasing moans of pleasure. She touched the bulge in her new lover's pants, making him moan suggestivly. (y/n) giggled a bit, Francis soon joining the soft melody of giggles. She played with the rim of his pants, soon pulling them out.
She slid off the boxers aong with the pants, releaving a wet, crotch. She pulled it into her mouth, bobbing into a soft rythm while sucking with lust. Francis was playing around with (y/n)'s @$$, causing soft moans to reveal. Once Francis tugged her bottem off, followed by her panties, he gave (y/n) a kiss on the nose a was ready. He positoined himself. (y/n) screamed of pain, but pleasure soon replaced it. Soon after that, she plopped beside him.
Both lovers soon fell asleep into slumber. Michelle, coming inside, smiled to herself. Just as planned! she thought.