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White Fur Trim | Le Chiffre x Reader

Masterlist Y/N plans a very special Christmas surprise for her boyfriend, which of course leads to a very passionate Christmas morning.

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (male receiving), AFAB! Reader, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, Slight Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pet Names.

AN: According to the Quantum of Solace video game Le Chiffre's real name is Jean so Y/N does use that instead.

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Y/N had been dating Jean for a little over a year now, having met last November during the most interesting twenty-four hours of her life. At first it was strange dating someone with such an expensive lifestyle, but Y/N quickly found herself acclimatising to it all.

Although she now had a new problem, with Christmas fast approaching, she had no idea what to get her boyfriend. 

He was known as Le Chiffre, and any man with a name like that wouldn’t have anything less than an expensive taste. Which wasn’t exactly something she could afford, at least not with her current salary. 

So, after wandering around the mall for nearly two hours, she decided to follow her instincts and walk into one of the lingerie stores. Y/N had been inside one before, but this was the first time she’d ever bought anything risqué. The set she had chosen was almost fully red, but it also came with a sheer babydoll cover-up that had white fur trimmings.

After she’d bought it, Y/N made sure to hide it deep within her wardrobe, knowing Jean wouldn’t look that deep. She’d tried it on a few times to build her confidence, but only when she knew her boyfriend wasn’t home. As the days passed, her confidence grew, as did her excitement for Christmas.

When Christmas came, she happily woke up in Jean’s arms, who woke up not long after her and greeted her with a soft kiss. “Merry Christmas, my darling.” He said softly once they parted. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” She said before jumping out of his grasp and out of bed. “Shall we go open our presents?”

He chuckled as she bounced out of bed; he sat up, resting his back up against the headboard. He watched her, with a soft smile on his face, as she pranced out of the room and into the living room.

"Yes, let's go, darling." He replied, watching her every move.

Jean followed her into the living room, where the gifts were all neatly tucked away under the tree. Y/N turned towards him and picked up a square box before handing it to him. “Open this first.”

Jean accepted the box, studying it for a moment. The wrapping paper was a silvery colour, and it had a bow on the top. He looked up at her with a small smile before carefully opening it. He took his time, not wanting to accidentally damage anything.

"Darling, you shouldn't have." He said gently as he removed the paper and lifted the lid of the box.

Inside was a small box of his favourite aftershave; he’d mentioned he was running out, so Y/N had bought a small bottle of it with what she had left over from her main gift.

“There is another gift, but that can wait until later.” She said simply as he pulled the aftershave from the box.

"Thank you, my love. You never fail to surprise me." He said, admiring the bottle, before leaning in and giving her a kiss.

"I can't wait until later, darling." He added, before setting the bottle down on a nearby table.

“Fine,” she gave in far too easily, “But can I have my present first?”

He chuckled; he knew she was too eager to wait. With a playful grin, he nodded his head and moved towards the Christmas tree. "Of course, my darling. I have something for you as well."

He picked up a long, thin, rectangular box from under the tree. The wrapping paper was a deep red, with a gold bow on top. 

With an excited smile, Y/N opened the box and gasped in delight at what she saw. Inside was a long golden chain with an elegant diamond hanging from the chain. “Oh Jean, it’s beautiful; thank you so much.” 

He smiled, watching her open the box with an excited smile on her face. He watched her eyes widen when she saw the necklace inside. He chuckled when she gasped; that's exactly how he thought she would react.

"I'm glad you like it, darling. I saw it, and I knew I had to buy it for you."

He took the necklace from the box and carefully placed it around her neck, gently fastening it. He then let his hand rest on her hip, his thumb gently rubbing her side. They stood together for a moment before Y/N stepped away with a smile.

“Let me go get your other present,” she said as she walked back towards the bedroom. “Give me five minutes!”

It didn’t take long for her to quickly undress from her pjs before stepping into the ruby red lingerie set. Stepping back into the living room, she leaned against the door as she spoke, “What do you think?”

When his lover returned from the bedroom, Jean was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently. When he saw her appear, he went completely still, taking in the sight before him. His eyes slowly roamed over her body, taking in every detail. The deep red of the lingerie looked perfect on her body; the white fur of the babydoll only added to the elegant sensuality.

Jean watched her for a moment, completely speechless. After a moment he finally managed to find his voice, his gaze never leaving her.

"You... look... stunning."

“Well,” she pushed away from the door and walked to where he was sitting, stepping between his legs, “I hope you enjoy your present, my love.”

Jean's eyes darkened with desire as she sauntered over to him. He let out a soft exhale as she stepped between his legs. He looked up at her, his gaze roaming over her body again. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, his fingers gently caressing her skin.

"Darling... you are the best gift I could ever ask for."

He pulled her closer, his hands moving to the small of her back. Following his lead, Y/N manoeuvred herself so that she was now straddling his lap. She leaned in close before whispering, “And how do you plan to unwrap your present?”

Jean's breath hitched at the feeling of her straddling his lap. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Oh darling... you know how I like to open my presents." He growled, his voice low, his hot breath brushing against her neck. He began to trail a path of kisses along her jawline.

As his lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, Y/N couldn’t help but arch her back as she leaned into his touch. She bit her lip as she mewled from his sensual touch, slowly grinding against his lap.

He continued to kiss, nibble, and bite at her neck, working his way down to the space between her collarbone. Her mewling and arching back, only fuelling his need for her. He could feel her grinding against his lap, and he couldn't help but let out a low growl against her skin.

"Darling... you are making this very difficult," he groaned, his voice rough, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, every inch of her.

“Good.” Was all she mumbled before lifting his head so she could lean in and passionately kiss him.

Jean responded to her passion in kind, his hands moving up her body, trailing over her skin, and tangling in her hair. The kiss was intense and desperate, full of need and desire. He pulled her closer, crushing her body against his, his lips and tongue claiming hers.

He slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss, and gently biting her lower lip before speaking, his voice low and hoarse.

"You are such a tease."

“I’m sorry, my love; let me beg for forgiveness,” she replied, before sliding from his lap to kneel down on the floor in front of him.

Jean's breathing hitched as she slid from his lap and onto the floor in front of him. He watched as she knelt before him, his eyes dark with desire, his body taut with anticipation. He leaned back against the couch, his legs slightly spread.

"Go ahead, my dear,” he said, his voice thick and rough. "Beg for forgiveness."

Without speaking, her hands slowly moved up to toy with the waistline of his pyjama bottoms, looking up to ask for permission.

Jean's breath hitched as her hands went to toy with the waistband of his pyjama pants. He stared down at her, his gaze intense and scorching. He watched her, his muscles tensing slightly, all his senses focused on her.

After a moment he nodded, giving her permission. "Go on," he said, his voice gravelly. "Be a good girl and beg."

Obediently, she pulled his trousers down, letting them pool at his ankles as his cock sprang free. Immediately she grasped it and began to gently stroke it with her right hand, enjoying the grunts he produced in pleasure.

The feel of her hand wrapped around him and the sound of his own guttural moans was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He leaned back more, his hands grasping at the cushions.

"Good girl," he groaned, watching her movements, biting his lip to hold back a louder moan.

“Shh, baby, let me show you how much of a good girl I can be…” She whispered as she released her grip on him, leaning in close to kiss his thigh.

Jean's breath hitched as she whispered to him, barely containing the gasp that left his lips at the feel of her soft lips on his thigh. He watched as she continued, his body tensing in anticipation of what was to come.

"Darling... you're doing so well..." He groaned, his voice thick and rough, his hand moving to her hair.

Pleased with his praise, Y/N continued moving her kiss upwards until she eventually planted a soft kiss on the tip of his cock. She gripped his manhood again before slowly parting her lips and moving her head down.

Jean couldn't help but let out a guttural moan, low and deep. His eyes darkening as he watched her, his hand in her hair gripping a little tighter.

"So good... such a good girl for me..." he panted, his voice thick and raspy, his body completely at her mercy. The sight of her was almost too much for him to take; he could feel his control slipping. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep still or quiet for long, not as she pleasured him so expertly.

Y/N continued to bob her head slowly, finding her rhythm, pulling away every so often to gently swirl her tongue around his head. She let out a moan as the grip on her hair got tighter, almost pushing her down onto his cock.

As she felt him move his hips towards her, Y/N knew he was close. Wanting to prolong his pleasure, she pulled away from him but remained kneeling on the floor. Propping herself up on his knees, she spoke, “Should I take this off, or do you want to do the honours?”

He groaned as she pulled away, his body feeling the loss of her touch. When she spoke, he took a moment to catch his breath and regain some semblance of control. He looked down at her, his eyes roamed over her body, his gaze dark and clouded with desire.

"Take it off. Now," he commanded, his voice rough, his body tense.

With a smile, she stood from the floor and carefully stepped backwards as her boyfriend stayed sitting on the couch watching intently. Slowly she undid the front ties of the sheer cover-up before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in the lace bra and panties.

Jean's gaze never left her as she moved back, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her body. He couldn’t tear his gaze away; he was completely entranced, watching every movement, every little detail. He sat on the edge of the couch, his body tense, his hands grasping the edge of the couch, needing to hold onto something, anything, to keep himself from pouncing on her right then and there.

"Darling... you are absolutely stunning..." he growled out, his voice deep and rough.

Without looking away, Y/N carefully reached behind her, unhooking her bra with one swift movement before letting it drop in front of her. She reached down to her panties, but instead of taking them off, she simply played with the waistband.

Jean's eyes were completely fixated on her as she removed her bra. He could feel his pulse quicken at the sight of her, his body practically shaking with desire. When she began to play with the waistband of her panties, his own breath hitched, his hands clenched the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white.

"Tease..." he growled, his eyes dark and filled with burning desire.

“Impatient…” she teased back.

A low growl escaped him, a mix of desire and possessiveness. He couldn’t take much more of her teasing. He pushed himself up to his feet, his body taut, his hands clenching into fists by his sides.

"Darling, if you don’t stop teasing me, I will punish you." he said, his voice low and firm, a warning.

Y/N giggled slightly as she stepped towards his, grabbing his hand before placing them on the sides of her hips, resting on her panties’ straps. “But I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”

He leaned in, his body pressing against hers, his grip on her hips firm and possessive. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her skin warm against his. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke.

"You’re a good girl... my good girl... but you’re being such a goddamn tease right now." He growled, his voice rough and low.

She let out a gasp in shock when her back hit the wall, but still she stared into his eyes. Arousal completely overtaking her and clouding her mind. Lifting her head up, she began to place kisses along his jaw, trying desperately to reach his lips.

"Beg me..." he commanded, his voice rough and low. "Beg me to kiss you..."

“Kiss me… Please just kiss me….” She whined, his commanding tone making her completely obedient.

"Good girl..." he murmured, his voice still low and rough, "You're being such a good girl for me now…"

With that, he leaned in and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His body pressed tightly against hers, his hands gripping her hips firmly. Y/N completely melted into the kiss, allowing the control he loved so much, gasping when the grip on her waist tightened.

The gasp only fuelled his need. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming it possessively, his body pressed even tighter against hers. His hands continued to grip her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, a silent message that she was his and his alone.

As they continued to kiss, Y/N slowly moved her hand down, gripping his cock firmly as she began to gently stroke him.

A low groan escaped him as her hand wrapped around him, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He broke the kiss, his head falling back as he leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged and heavy. He could feel his body tensing in response to her touch, a shudder running down his spine.

She leaned into his ear to whisper gently, “I need you...”

Her words went straight to his core, igniting a fire within him. He panted heavily, his body tense, aching for her, needing her just as much as she needed him.

"Darling... I need you too... so badly..." he whispered back, his voice a low, guttural growl, filled with desire and need, "Tell me you're mine... tell me you belong to me."

“I’m yours,” she spoke quickly without hesitation. “I’m yours my love, please take me.”

Her words, her declaration of belonging to him, made his heart race and heightened his desire. A low, possessive growl escaped his lips, and in one swift movement, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him. 

Turning away from the wall, he gently placed her down on the plush rug in the centre of the sitting room. He took a moment to admire her before moving his hands to her panties and slowly pulling them down, exposing her soaked pussy to him.

Unable to take much more, Jean placed himself in between her thighs as he hovered above. His cock just teasing her entrance, causing another gasp to escape her lips.

"Darling... you are so beautiful... so perfect..." he murmured, his voice thick with need. "I... I need...”

“It’s okay,” she said, pulling his face close to her to gently kiss him. “Take it…”

With her permission, Jean adjusted himself and sunk into her wet heat. Their moans harmonising as the pleasure overwhelmed them. 

“So tight... so perfect..." he panted, his voice ragged with pleasure, his hands gripping the fur of the rug. He had paused in his movements once he was fully inside her, allowing her time to adjust to his size.

After a minute or so, Y/N gently tapped his shoulder before speaking, “You can move… please.”

Jean panted for a moment, taking a breath, trying to keep control and not give in to his urges too quickly. But when she gently tapped his shoulder and told him to move, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out of her almost completely before slowly pushing back in, his breathing ragged.

As his thrusts continued, Y/N began to grind against his movements, allowing them to quickly find a strong rhythm. She let out several loud moans and whines, and she felt the pleasure continuously build inside her; she was quickly reaching her peak.

“Please,” was all she could mutter, “Please…”

Jean continued to thrust into her, picking up the pace and adjusting his position. His breathing was ragged and heavy, grunts and groans leaving his lips with almost every thrust. He could feel her pleasure building, her moans and whimpers driving him closer to the edge.

“It’s okay, darling... come for me..." he panted, his voice thick and ragged, his body taut with pleasure and need.

Somehow her body was able to obey his command as she quickly hit her peak, causing her to almost scream out his name. He slowed his movements, letting her ride out her orgasm, his body trembling with need and desire. He leaned down to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his voice soft and gentle, his body still pressed against hers, every inch of him aching for release.

"Good girl... so good for me... you're so beautiful when you come for me... you're amazing, darling..." he panted, his hands caressing her body.

“K-keep going.” She stuttered as she came down from the high. “Fuck me, Jean.”

He could feel a wave of heat wash over him at her words, her voice breathless and desperate. He growled deep in his chest, his desire flaring to new heights at her command.

"Anything for you, my darling..." he panted back, his voice thick with need and lust. He pulled out of her slowly and gently, before flipping her onto her stomach in one swift move, pulling her up onto her hands and knees.

Y/N only whined at the empties for a few seconds before he re-entered her. This time he fucked into her faster, harder, and it completely overwhelmed her. Her whines had now increased into loud moans. 

“Fuck!” She cried out after a particularly hard thrust, “Keep fucking me.”

The sound of her cry only fuelled his desire, and he could feel his control slipping. He leaned down, his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his thrusts deep and powerful.

One of his hands became tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips grazing her skin, his thrusts becoming harder and harder.

“Jean…” She whined as her breaths became heavier, “I—I’m gonna…”

He was at the edge, his control hanging by a thread. He could feel his own peak coming, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He panted heavily, his breath hot against her neck, his voice low and hoarse but filled with need and desire.

"Me too..." he panted back, his voice a low, ragged whisper, "Come for me, darling... come with me..."

Her eyes clenched shut as she came with a loud scream, her pussy clenching against his cock. Jean was not far behind the pressure from her walls, causing him to come, his hips stuttering as he shot his spend deep inside her womb. 

When he pulled out of her, Jean made sure to gently manoeuvre her weak body, turning her so she lay on her back again. He looked down at her on his knees, admiring how gorgeous she looked, flustered, sweaty, and completely spent.

“Thank you, my dear.” He spoke as he leaned over her, pulling her close to kiss her gently, “For such a special present.”

All she could do was smile at him softly in reply. Y/N had never felt this complete in her life until this very moment.

He lay down beside her, pulling her close to him, getting a blanket from off the couch to cover the both of them. He smiled down at her, affection and tenderness in his eyes as he gently stroked her hair. The aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Merry Christmas, darling," he said, his voice soft and low, his lips gently brushing against her forehead. "Thank you for being mine."

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