Francisco was in the bathroom, taking a dump. He was staring at nothingness as his mind made up stupid thoughts.
'What if a snake just slithers out of the toilet and bites you in the ass? What if a dildo comes up and suddenly inserts itself into you?' He thought, of course, those didn't happen. But suddenly, he heard someone call for him.
"Francisco? Francis? 'Cisco? Fran?" The voice called, it was a familiar, deep and smooth voice. Almost like it belonged to his husband's...
...Of course it did, who else would call him shorter names for Francisco?
The voice continued to call for him, but he was still shitting. So, he quickly pushed the shit out of himself and grabbed the bidet, because... Who the fuck only wipes their ass with toilet paper after shitting?
That's disgusting, you only wipe? Brother eughh...
Anyways.
He washed his ass with soap and water, before drying himself with toilet paper. He got up, and flushed the toilet.
Thankfully, his shit didn't clog the toilet.
He turned the lights off in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom, where his husband was.
"Oh, darling. There you are," His husband, Horangi, said in a relieved tone. "I thought you left."
Okay, now you might be like: "O-OH MY GOD?!?! H-HORANGI?! F-FROM CALL OF DUTY?!?!?" (he's from that game... Or somewhere BASTA HE'S FROM CoD 😡😡)
THAT'S RIGHT, THIS IS AN OC X CANON FANFICTION. I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK IT'S CRINGE OR NOT. HAHAHAHAHA—
Okay, anyways.
"Nah, I was using the bathroom." Francisco replied, his British accent ringing through his voice. He took his slippers off, and laid next to Horangi.
He shifted slightly, so that he was closer to his husband. He wrapped his arms and legs around the Korean man, like... Basically wrapping his whole body around him.
"We can..." Francisco paused, yawning slightly as he rubbed his eyes. "Go back to sleep now, goodnight."
"Mhm, goodnight..." Horangi hummed, stroking Francisco's hair before turning the lamps off and going to sleep.
It was the next morning, Francisco was downstairs in the kitchen. He always woke up earlier than Horangi did, as they both had work; Francisco had to wake up earlier because he needed to make lunch for the both of them.
Horangi was still upstairs, asleep. So Francisco had plenty of time before his husband woke up as well.
He grabbed the two lunch boxes, and made sure to neatly place the food in, so they don't look rushed and they looked presentable.
Francisco soon finished making their lunchboxes, and only had to wake his husband up. So he cleaned up the kitchen, and went upstairs to the bedroom.
He slowly opened the bedroom door, to find Horangi still sound asleep. He got on top of him (AYO?) and began to gently press kisses on Horangi's face.
Horangi stirred slightly, his eyes opening slightly before pulling Francisco closer. "Hey honey, it's time to wake up..." His husband spoke gently, using two fingers to force Horangi's eyes open, he laughed a little.
"No..." Horangi said in a whiny tone, clinging onto Francisco before he felt him push him off.
Francisco got up, and turned the AC off so Horangi had to force himself to get up. He knew Horangi hated sleeping when the AC was off, so...
Horangi groaned, forcing himself to get up like Francisco expected. "Breakfast is ready, dumbass. Get up." Francisco said, holding onto Horangi's arm and trying to pull him off of their bed.
Of course, Francisco was just as strong as Horangi, so he managed to pull Horangi out of bed. Horangi's response, is a long whine.
But Francisco had managed to pull his Korean husband off of the bed and got him up. "You have to get up, darling. We'll be late for work." He said softly, kissing Horangi on the cheek.
"Fiiine..." Horangi said in a whiny tone again, before getting up and going into the bathroom to take a shower.
Francisco followed after, deciding that they were gonna take a shower together. And no, they're not gonna start fucking in there.
A few moments later, Horangi came out of the bathroom, already dressed up in his uniform... Office uniform, let's pretend Horangi resigned from the military, so he and his precious albino husband could have a more peaceful life.
Francisco was still in the bathroom, doing his skincare routine and applying light makeup before he went out to change. He put on a simple outfit, consisting of a turtleneck, dress pants, and loafers with thick platforms. Dress to impress for real.
"Honey! You're taking too long again!" Horangi called out from downstairs, who was putting his shoes on.
Francisco went downstairs, and packed their lunches in separate lunch bags. He also made some healthy smoothies, but he packed them with iced water as well.
"We still have a lot of time before work, you know." Francisco chuckled softly, before making sure that all of his essentials were inside his purse. His gangstalicious man-bag.
Hehe, get it?
Okay, fine, sorry. Anyway...
"Still, you know how slow you drive," Horangi retorted playfully, getting up from the sofa where he was previously tying his shoes. "It's like watching an old person drive."
"Well, at least I don't drive like I'm driving a pregnant woman to the hospital!" Francisco protested, laughing at their playful banter before handing Horangi his lunchbox.
"You ready to go now?" He asked, watching as Horangi took his car keys before going out to the garage of their mansion.
Yes, mansion. Where do they work? At PornHub.
Just kidding, somewhere. Where their job pays a lot more than average wages.
Francisco went into his husband's car, and sat in the passenger's seat next to the driver's.
[To be continued... :)]
Anyways, I hope y'all liked this short ass chapter. I'm not sure if I can update everyday, but I'll try.
-Europeps.
