Milking The Milkman [Doppelganger Francis X Reader]

Trouble double

- Y/n, I'm coming to the office. Right now.

You never heard a tone so serious and deep from Francis before.

And just like that, his doppelganger harden a little his grip around you, surely not letting you go. His eyes bore into your soul, a mischievous smile you already knew by heart now.

- Should we greet him like this ?

-

Panic starts to set in as you hear the final words of Francis, hanging up the phone right after, leaving no place for you to at least try to change his mind.

It's too late.

His doppelganger still holding you firmly, you can feel him getting hard again. Emotions were all scrambled, as you couldn't shake the lust he made you feel, as if your body could never get enough of him.

But at the same time, anxiety churned at your stomach for the upcoming confrontation.
TtThe real Francis was about to come here, and you were trapped in letting anything happen.

The evil man behind you can sense your despair, softly brushing his lips at your ear.

- Shh baby.. You've been such a good girl for me until now.. T'would be sad to wreck everything now, don't you think ?

You couldn't help but whimper at his sultry voice. He continues by nagging and sucking on your lobe, still in a so softly way, in contrast to anything that happened before.

One of his hands comes to your breast, massaging it while playing a little with its hardened bud, his other hand coming at your throat. Holding it just for now, his thumb softly stroking your skin.

His sudden change in behavior makes you completely forget about why he was comforting you in the first place, panting slightly under his touch. He was so soft right now, it felt like a million kisses being pressed all over your body, all at the same time.

Mindlessly, you started shifting your hips ever so slowly, him still deep in you.

- Look at you.. Just some affection, and you're already needy for more..

His left hand leaves your breast to come to your stomach, pressing slightly on it to feel his dick bucking right under.

A moan escapes your lips as it brushes even more into your gummy walls. And as he does, you deepen your pace, swaying back and forth your hips on him.

He really was good at shifting your focus from anything else to him. Minutes ago you were almost dying from anxiety, and now just by the touch of his hands, you were fucking yourself on him.

As he presses his hand more down your stomach, his grip on your throat hardens a bit too. Anything was good if it meant to keep any thoughts out of your brain.

His breath was getting heavier, too. He loved having you at his mercy like this, loved having this wicked power over you.

- Hm Y/n.. You look so fucking hot like this..

And just like that, he had you fucking yourself on his dick, moaning like nobody could hear you, lewd and slapping sounds filing the room. His praising words sending you so close to the edge.

- F-Francis.. I'm doing this all for you..

It was so funny for him that you kept calling him by this name. You fully knew by now that he was only his doppelganger, but still, you were holding on to this fantasy of your Francis being this crude with you.

He chuckles slightly, as he senses a presence he has been patiently waiting for. He could hear the loud door of the building being slammed, followed by heavy footsteps.