Doorman's Ecstasy ♡ [Yan!Milkman x M!Reader]

Ch.4 - Special Guest

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  I slowly open the door, not wanting to alert him. I didn't expect it to be unlocked, which is unusual or anyone to ever leave it like that. The door slowly closes behind me, shutting softly. The interior gave off a cool, comforting atmosphere, yet eeriness lies within the deafening silence as Francis is nowhere to be seen.

  Coming across his kitchen, there's nothing than some empty bottles of milk placed neatly on the counter and knives in the knife block. The rest are just furniture. I'm eager to investigate his apartment, but I'd rather not to just to not ruin his belongings.

  The apartment is awfully quiet, other than my footsteps walking around the whole space. I went through the kitchen, bathroom and living room. Except for the bedroom, which I'm currently standing in front of. I have a suspicioun he's in there, sleeping or whatever, and I wouldn't like to disturb him but I have to check up on him. My hand reaches out towards the knob, slowly turning it. The door creaks faintly as I slowly open it, peeking inside from the small space.

  His bed is in view, but he's still nowhere to be seen. The door swings open as I enter the room, confused and worried as I couldn't find him anywhere.

  "Where the fuck is he?" I ask myself, scratching my head. He should've been in his apartment by now and the thought that he's just strolling in the building doesn't even help.

  My body stiffens at the sensation of hands being placed on my waist, feeling some sort of head behind my back while warm breaths brushes against my ear.

  "I'm right here, (y/n)." His voice, smooth as honey and menacing causes chills up my spine. I couldn't get myself to move as if he casted a spell on me. He takes in my silence, snaking his arms around my waist.

  "F-Francis?" I murmured, relieved he's here, but now in a state of panic from the situation I got myself into. "What are you doing?" I turn my head to look at him, seeing his head in my shoulder.

  "Oh nothing love, just admiring you." He admits, smirking at me and tightens his arms, pressing his body against my back. "You're cute." He flirted, causing me to go red. I place my hands on his forearm, not knowing what to do at this point.

  He presses against my back and sniffs my neck, causing a breath to escape me, effectively turning me on. While his hands goes up and down my thighs, I can't help but let out a quiet whimper as my breath quickens.

  "I-I don't understand why you're doing this all of the sudden." I wanted answers, and some reasons to this heat he's causing. One of his hand slides near my inner thigh.

  "You're just cute and all, and I'm hungry for you." He presses a kiss against the side of my neck, forcing a breath out of me. "Mmm.. And you feel warm. You would need some relief." He whispers with a hint of seduction in his voice.

  I'm caught of guard by him cupping my crotch, sending a tingling sensation. The arousement grows as he rubs me with his fingers pressed against it. I tilt my head up, small waves of pleasure spreading throughout my lower body.

  "Mmm.. You like that?" He whispers lustfully, nibbling my earlobe to intensify the arousal. I nod gently as a response, letting myself to melt in his arms.

  My buckle is fumbled by his eager hands, gently tugging it before unbuckling it. I stare down at his elegant yet quick hands sliding my belt off then jolt to the buttons. My pants are dropped down to the floor within my feet, my whole leg exposed except for my genital. In which is the next thing for him as he takes ahold of my boxers.

  "Ready?" He makes sure I'm comfortable with the next step, which I nod in anticipation. He leans down to slide the boxers off, exposing my semi-hard member due to the turn on. As he leans back up, his hand purposely brushes against my member, and I manage to muffle out a moan by biting my lip.

  "Not a bad size for a guy like you. It's perfect." He grabs my member in a firm grip and began to slowly stroke it, sending bigger waves of pleasure through me, causing hoarse sighs to escape me while my head tilts back. A soft, wet sensation makes contact with my neck, him licking and sucking against my skin.

  My hand makes its way to the back of his head, gently holding his hair while he works me. Overtime, my member goes hard and erecting, giving him the sign to speed up with his stroking while I moan softly.

  "That's so good." I moan out between a groan, my legs shivering slightly as I feel my orgasm building up.

  "I sense you're close." His stroking goes beyond than what I expected. "Cum for me."

  I bite my to muffle my moans out of fear of alerting the other neighbors. The buildup is close to breaking the dam, but I still try to keep it in, causing my moans to transition into whimpers.

  "C'mon, do it for me love." His nose brushes against the side of my neck while his free hand goes under my shirt to caress my shirt. He suddenly squeezes me tightly, forcing me to orgasm.

  My head falls back and place my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans of pleasure as I leak out. He slowly stops stroking me, letting his hand cover the tip and lets me cum in his palm. It wasn't intense, fortunately, since it didn't seep out of his fingers much.

  "Good boy." A word of affirmation, made me feel good in the inside. I pant a bit the moment the orgasm subsides, still shivering a bit from the lingering sensitivity within my lower body.

  Now, I feel myself missing the pleasurable sensation that went through me, almost an addicting feeling. He licks his cum covered palm while he stares at me with a lustful look.

  "Can.. You do it again?" I request him in a breathy sigh. I don't know what got over me, but acknowledging what he did, I feel like it could be more. He wipes his hand on my sleeve before snaking under my shirt to rub my abdomen.

  "Why of course, but we could take it to the next level."

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