FrancexReader~ Bikini Top

FrancexReader
Bikini

It was a beautiful summer day up at Lake (Random Name). The birds were chirping, children were playing, fish swimming and the perverts were prowling. A specific pervert in sight is Francis Bonnefoy, who is watching the lovely (Name) (Last Name) swimming by herself in the lake.

The reason these two people are at Lake (Random Name) is because it's Independence Day weekend. Alfred’s parents were kind enough to lend the cottage to him for him and some friends to have fun. Since the American could only choose a handful of friends he picked: (Name), Arthur, Francis, and Matthiew. So far they have been there for a few days. Most of the boys grew tired of swimming from the previous day, but not (Name). No she wanted to look for some nice shells.

The other boys as of right now were doing their own things. Arthur was reading on the upper deck around the blue house. Matthiew and Alfred were chopping one of the many trees up for bonfires that the friends planned to have soon. It was actually more of Alfred scaring the Canadian when he tried to remind Alfred that he was there to help, instead of standing by to watch. Yes, all was right.

(Name) was happily swimming in the naturally murky water, playing with the fish, spying pretty shells, and even watched a painted turtle swim in the nearby lily pads. She was having the time of her life, all oblivious to the Frenchman’s devious plan.

It all started with (Name) minding her own business, focused on befriending the bluegills swimming around the Jones's dock. This distracted her until she felt the presence of another person. She turned around to see that Francis was standing on the dock admiring the shells she had set aside. She was planning on cleaning them later to take home.

(Name)’s smile brightened seeing this.
“Hey there Francis!”  He looked up at the sound of her voice and smiled.
“Bonjour ma chère, you have a beautiful collection.”

She swam closer to the dock so she was standing by his feet, looking up at him as he talked, forming a plan of her own.
“Hehe thanks.” She replied brightly. Before he could say anything (Name) quickly grabbed the blond mans legs, flinging him over her shoulder, and threw him into the deeper part of the shore.

When he resurfaced, coughing, she was laughing so hard she was holding her stomach.
“Hahaha! I’m a lot stronger than you thought huh?”

To be honest he was shocked, but brushed it off with laughter, putting his plan into action. He started making his move while (Name) was busy laughing continuously. The natural pervy grin formed on his face, watching (Name) laugh.

Her (skin color) skin was quietly glistening as the sun shone down. The ends of her hair damp from reaching for the shells in deeper waters, a darker shade then the rest, but far from dulled. It still shined as brightly as the rest of her (hair color) hair. Her smile shined, brightening up anyone’s day if they caught a glance of its grace. If Francis didn’t have control over his composure, his breath would have been stolen from him, watching (Name) laugh.

Shaking off his trance, he continued. Before she could realize what was going on Francis was behind her, untying the (Nation Flag) string bikini top…..

As it slipped into his grasp she quickly covered herself, realizing what just happened.

“Ohohohoho~”

“Francis!” (Name) yelled, face as red as can be. She was about to turn and slap the perv, but stopped herself and quickly sunk into the water, covering everything from her shoulders down.

Meanwhile he continued to laugh, bikini top still in his hand. (Name) was paralyzed. What is she suppose to do? After thinking it over she realized there’s nothing she really can do except…ask for it back….

“Francis….can I have it back?”

“Ohohohoh~”

“Francis.”

“Ohohohoh~”

“Francis.”

“Ohoho-“
“Francis! Give it back!”

“Ohoho if you want it come and get it~” Emphasizing the point he waved the swim suit around a bit, smile still on his face. He was sure she wouldn’t come and get it. What girl would?

All his doubts of her actually coming up out of the water and getting the bikini top vanished when she turned to face him.

Things began to go in slow motion as she started walking towards him.

“Fine.”

As she walked towards him her arms were crossed. Most would think it’s to cover herself, but it was more of an act of showing how upset she was. Standing in front of him, arms crossed glistening as water droplets dripped in forbidden places.

Slowly she moved her arms, resting one hand on her hip, while the other was held out to him, demanding back what was rightfully hers.

“Now give it back.”