For the love of crème brulée…
anonymous
June 22 2009, 05:43:08 UTC
French desserts can be amazing. Orgasmic, even.
So anon would love to see something with France and England, with France getting off to one of his desserts. Just one bite of crème brulée, mousse au chocolat, mille-feuille, or whatever else have you is enough to get France right into the mood. England notices. And at least one of them exploits this fact.
Super awesome bonus if France is able to orgasm just by eating the dessert. Because, after all, it’s France.
strawberries and cream
anonymous
June 29 2009, 20:53:19 UTC
I'm so sorry for the wait, OP! It took longer than I thought it would - I haven't written smut in FOREVER, so I hope it's not too terrible. OTL"
Originally it was going to be creme brulee, but I just don't like it that much... Well, look at the shape of an eclair. I had to do SOMETHING with it. As for the strawberry tart, well, every time I go to France I swear I put on about a stone just by eating those things. They are DIVINE.
Not sure if my very limited French is right, I really need to work on it. Please correct me if there is anything wrong!
I enjoyed this. A LOT.“I don’t see why we have to eat your food, anyway
( ... )
strawberries and cream II
anonymous
June 30 2009, 06:36:00 UTC
Pressing the blunt end of the éclair against his lips, he flicked it with the very tip of his tongue, and more, and more, until he had engulfed it in his mouth and was running his tongue up and down it, licking at the cream oozing from the inside, the chocolate. He sucked off the remaining chocolate, slowly, easily, and in three short, angry bites he had devoured most of the éclair. He swallowed, and bit his lip to hold back a moan, it tasted so good, so good, trés -
Cream and chocolate smeared at the edge of his mouth; he licked them off, and raised the éclair to his lips, licked the rest of the cream and scraped away the chocolate with his teeth. His cock twitched.
That made him glance over at England, who didn’t seem to have noticed he had been momentarily replaced in France’s affections: he was regarding a strawberry tart with a vaguely suspicious glare. A very wide grin broke out over France’s face.
This, he thought, is going to be fun.“England,” he murmured, huskily, “England, you’re supposed to eat it
( ... )
strawberries and cream III
anonymous
June 30 2009, 06:39:49 UTC
He drew his teeth along England’s collarbone as his hands, finished undoing buttons, occupied themselves skirting above England’s waistband. When England gave another growl France chuckled low, and pressed the heel of his hand against England’s crotch
( ... )
Re: strawberries and cream III
anonymous
July 1 2009, 17:28:04 UTC
...if I find myself the subject of glares whenever we eat on holiday next week, I'm blaming you. Just so's you know. (gosh, is there a single aspect of French culture I'll be able to avoid giggling like an utter fangirl at?)
So anon would love to see something with France and England, with France getting off to one of his desserts. Just one bite of crème brulée, mousse au chocolat, mille-feuille, or whatever else have you is enough to get France right into the mood. England notices. And at least one of them exploits this fact.
Super awesome bonus if France is able to orgasm just by eating the dessert. Because, after all, it’s France.
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Originally it was going to be creme brulee, but I just don't like it that much... Well, look at the shape of an eclair. I had to do SOMETHING with it. As for the strawberry tart, well, every time I go to France I swear I put on about a stone just by eating those things. They are DIVINE.
Not sure if my very limited French is right, I really need to work on it. Please correct me if there is anything wrong!
I enjoyed this. A LOT.“I don’t see why we have to eat your food, anyway ( ... )
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I feel bad for wanting a continuation. Not OP, btw.
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Cream and chocolate smeared at the edge of his mouth; he licked them off, and raised the éclair to his lips, licked the rest of the cream and scraped away the chocolate with his teeth. His cock twitched.
That made him glance over at England, who didn’t seem to have noticed he had been momentarily replaced in France’s affections: he was regarding a strawberry tart with a vaguely suspicious glare. A very wide grin broke out over France’s face.
This, he thought, is going to be fun.“England,” he murmured, huskily, “England, you’re supposed to eat it ( ... )
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France making England ask in French? Hell yes! Boy, why do I want to purposely torture Arthur? ;A;
Ah~ I wanna comment more but French dessert + FrUK is already making me incoherent. Ngh! *licks lips*
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Thanks very much! I'm glad you liked it.
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lol. yes. I get the feeling this fic is responsible for rising French bakery sales. They should pay me commission.
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I might be able to get away with England's French being wrong... /shifty eyes
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