Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 12 - A Small Problem

After that, you wake hours later to find that the dopplegänger's body was gone. Not much you could do about it now.

When you shift, Francis groans under you, causing you to remember you were currently trapped in his lap.

"Y/n... Quit squirming." he growls, pulling you closer; tighter to himself. You gaso when he pulls you closer yet, now being seated on top of his most sensitive parts.

"But-" when you try to speak, he bites into your neck, eliciting a small shriek from you. Not because it hurt, but because you weren't expecting the lustful attack. "Francis," you gasp out, leaning your head back as he contiues his relentless assault on your neck.

"I said to stop squirming." Francis growls into your neck, causing your body to vibrate from the rumbles of his words.

"Yes, I know," you say, trying to keep your voice steady and audible. But, alas, you were failing. "I can hear just fine..."

"Good." he pulls you tighter against his body, one of his hands driving into your shirt to touch your chest in a seducing manner.

When you gasp, he chuckles, his hand travelling to feel your nipples under his fingertips, his teeth still nipping away at your neck, leaving countless hickeys all over it.

"Francis..." by now, you and him both were a groaning mess, your body shifting uncomfortably on the now noticable 'problem' in his pants.

"Shut up and enjoy it, kleine maus. Don't make me pin you down." Francis growls, digging his head into the crook of your neck, his breaths and yours both heavy and shallow. Not only from the intimacy, but from your injuries.

"This is a lot..." you gasp, a low rumble coming from Francis.

"You won't think like that when you're doing exactly what my apron says..." he teases, nipping your neck and collarbone.

"Right." you nod, your breath catching when he pinches one of your nipples between his fingers. "Francis, please. This is.."

Before you could finish, his hand is gliding down your chest, finding the top of your pants and slipping inside. This causes you to groan and shiver. "You like this... Admit it."

"You aren't even fully awake..." you lie, knowing by the small 'problem' he was having that he was infact awake and aware of what he was doing to you. "Are you even thinking rationally?"

"Maybe I am... Maybe I'm not." he teases, his hand coming out of your pants to leave your body feeling empty of something. A certain... Feeling. One you haven't felt in years.

You whine when he teases you.

"Not yet, puppe. I'm not sure that you're fully awake..." Francis chuckles deep in his throat, his voice raspy from sleepiness.

"That isn't exactly a reason." you complain, only making him chuckle more.

"It's a perfect reason. I'm not sure I understand what you mean." Francis sighs, laying his head in your neck as if his hand wasn't just down your pants a moment ago.

"Whatever... When will you actually...." you lead him on, eliciting a low hum from him.

"Later. Maybe tomorrow... Or the next day. You won't know until I'm begging you and tearing at your clothes..." he teases, making you question whether or not he was being serious.

"I'll be waiting for that." you tease back, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course you will, Y/n. You're eager..." he pauses for anticipation. "And i'm into it."