England x Reader
You gazed lazily around the room you were in with heavy-lidded (e/c) eyes. A surprisingly bland boudoir for a punk. You would know. You leaped furtively from your bed to scavenge for your clothing.
“There it is,” you said, as you slinked across the room and shimmied into your plaid (f/c) jeans.
You glanced at Arthur, who seemed much too angelic in his state of unconsciousness.
“He’s not half bad…..” you mumbled, picking-up your black tube top and sliding it on. He had piercing emerald eyes, and a sexy mess of blond locks.
“It wouldn’t kill him to pluck his brows, though.”
“What a pity,” you concluded aloud while sliding open his bedroom window. You were about to begin your descent from the fourth floor of the oversized manor, but you wanted to get one last look at him.
In the loudest voice you could muster, you hollered, “See ya’ Kirkland, I really wouldn’t want to be ya’!”
“…………,” no response.
A titter escaped your mouth, “Those were some hardcore sedatives.”
The corner of your lips formed a crooked smile.
“He’s gunna’ have a pleasant waking surprise.” you remarked sarcastically as you scaled back down to earth with ease.
“Is he all set~?” your closest friend inquired, already knowing the result of your craftsmanship.
“You know it~” you winked mischievously, searching through the storage compartment of your sport’s bike.
-----This time skip is brought to you by Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. -----
The muscles in Arthur’s arms visibly tightened as he stretched, feeling butterfly kisses trail from the back of his neck and down his spine.
“Last night with __________ was great……..NOT THAT I WOULD ADMIT IT!” he thought, the heat rising to his face. He turned slowly to the person sleeping next to him. He was in a fairly decent mood; he slept like a child last night.
“Good morning, lo-“
Arthur froze; he was speechless.
“Quoi? You still drugged?”
That must have been it.
“You bloody frog! Where’s __________, and what are you doing here?!”
“Ohoh~ you mean ma copine? She set us up~” he purred, stroking Arthur’s chest.
“Hell with this!” the Brit attempted to lift his arms, but found that his wrists were bound to his bed’s post.
“No…..no, no, no!” he yelled, coming to a realization.
“It’s time for the sex~” Francis snickered, propping himself on top of Arthur.
“This is rape! I’ll sue your a-“
“Now kisssss…..” you hissed, filming the scene with your camera from the bedroom window. Both men looked in your direction, but only caught a glimpse of your (h/l) (h/c) hair.