After what seemed like a decade and a half, you finally cleaned the entirity of Francis' apartment and oh boy was he thankful...
"Thank you, Y/n." he said for the hundredth time in the last two minutes.
"You've said that already..." you chuckle when he trailed kisses all over your face and jawline, leaving small kiss marks down the length of your neck and all over your collarbone.
"Yes... But now I must show my gratitude." Francis smirks against your neck, making you groan in response. "I see you like how that feels, hmm?" he teases lightly, trailing even more kisses up the side of your neck before giving your lips a hard smooch as well.
Moaning in response, you lean into his kisses. The anticipation of what was to come was getting to be unbearable, but hey. Soon, Y/n.
Soon.
"Hmm..." Francis hums against your neck before pulling away, smirking at you. "I'll make you wait."
You pout when he pulls away. "But Francis.."
"Shh, kleine maus... Soon. Don't make me punish your impatient ass." he growls, smacking your buttocks playfully.
In return, you smack his, resulting in him moaning low in his throat; a primal growl coming straight from his stomach.
"You'll pay for that, maus. Don't you worry, your punishment will be worth the anticipation." Francis growls, biting into your neck like an apex predator biting into its prey.
"Will it though?" you tease, smacking his butt again.
"Don't do that." he speaks through pursed lips, glaring down at you. He wasn't even that intimidating... He was hot.
"You look so sexy when you look down at me like that, Francis." you look up at him with a lustful gaze, causing him to impatiently tug you against his body.
Now, you and him were chest to chest and his grip was undeniably tight around your hips. Pulling you against him tighter, you begin to feel a 'small' problem against your pelvis. "Francis... You're turned on all because I smacked your ass, aren't you? It gets you off."
With a growl, he forces your lips together in a deep, possessive kiss.
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Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)
أدب الهواةIt is winter, 1955. You are a doorman for an apartment complex, working to keep dopplegängers or "clones" from entering and killing everyone in the building including you. One of these residents is a simple man that sells milk around town named Fran...
