Warning: French, French people, violence, 2p themes.

Reader's PoV

I was at the boring meeting, that held nothing but stares and hatred. I coughed softly, looking over at the only two men that were smoking. One was smoking opium and the other, a cigarette. The Chinese man was farther away, and I glared at the French man.

"Oui?" He said, catching my look.

"Stop smoking you fuck. It hurts my lungs." I said, coughing more when he blew smoke in my face.

"Swear jar (Y/n)!" Oliver said. You paid it and Oliver scolded François, who ignored him.

Finally, the meeting ended and you left, needing fresh air. I gasped and relaxed, clearing my lungs.

"He's going to fucking kill me." I grumbled, and started walking.

"(Y/n)." I heard someone calling out. I looked over and scowled, François walking towards me.

"What." I said, crossing my arms and backing away. The smoke scent was strong. He crushed the cigarette under his shoe and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Come back to my place." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"No. " I said, huffing softly.

"Come on." He grumbled. Oliver made François take her home. It was goih to get colder out, and your ride left with out you.

"Dammit. Why couldn't the meeting be close by?" I cursed as he drove. He had an arm out, another cigarette out. I kept my window open to keep the smoke away and he looked over.

"You're staying at my place. It'll be easier to just do that until the cold goes away." He said, his French accent seeping through. I nodded, looking out the window.

As much as I hate to say it, I had a crush on the bastard. The man whore was actually kinda funny if you crack through his 9,000 layers off pissed off attitude and drunkiness. I got out of the car and followed him, glaring st the cigarette. I smirked and once we got inside, went to the kitchen and got a spray bottle. I went back to him

"Francy pants~" I cooed, and sprayed him before he could complain about the nick name.

"You littl-"

I ran off, hiding in his room. I was planning to make his life hell for practically killing me during the meeting. I heard angry French, and slamming of door and such.

"This foreplay suck." I heard him growl and I giggled softly as he went into the bed room. I could practically hear his smirk as he walked over, pushing the door open to reveal me.

"Found you." He said, pulling me out. He kissed me roughly and put me on the bed. "Little tease " he said, pulling off my shirt. I could only giggle as he did so.

Time skip (lol)

He was laying besides me, panting hard as he sat up, pulling out a cigarette.

"No. Not now." I whinned, curled up by him.

He rolled his eyes and smoked, sitting back.

"Asshole." I said.

"I'm such a horrible boyfriend." He said, chuckling. You smiles and slowly fell asleep, curled up to the unlovable asshole that was your boyfriend.

Sorry for the short update. I'll get working on some stuff soon. Keep the requests coming!