#francis x reader

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

You were looking for a new vinyl in the rock section and had noticed him in the corner of your eye. But as usual, you pretended not to care and focused on your search instead, your eyes traveling across the myriad of discs and artists' names.

You reached for a particularly interesting vinyl when someone's hand accidentally brushed yours. You looked up, moving your hand away from the vinyl like it was about to bite you.

It was him, his blue eyes set on you, his hand still hovering near the vinyl you had both seemingly went for. He was slightly taller. Your body froze when a smile graced his lips, his eyes still set on you before he seemed to regain composure.

“Oh, sorry” he said, voice sounding both younger and firmer than you thought it would be.

“No- it's me, sorry” you dismissed, looking shyly to the floor, heartbeat quickening.

He was cute, cute. He wore blue jeans and a black t-shirt, looking casual yet something in his demeanor — the way he stood straight, the way he moved — felt like he was older than he looked.

“You've got good taste” he said, head motioning to the vinyl that had led to your conversation.

“Thanks, so do you” you finally looked up at him to see his eyes hadn't left your figure.

He moved his hand away from the culprit to present it to you.

“I'm Francis, by the way. What's your name?”

You introduced yourself and he repeated your name with an endearing dumb expression of awe on his face.

“I've never seen you before” he noted, eager to get the conversation going. “'Are you from 'round here?”

“I've recently moved” you explained, grateful he kept the conversation going. “With my parents”, you added reluctantly. “Have you always lived here?”

He told you he had, and had recently come back from military school (that explained why he looked more mature) but he was indeed 20, just like you. When the conversation died down and you looked around, assessing the store one last time before leaving, Francis' voice piped up once more, almost desperate.

“If you're free right now, I could show you around the mall?” he suggested, half expecting you to turn him down, trying to sound casual.

But you weren't eager to go back home so soon so you jumped on the occasion, your smile widening. The sight had Francis' heart making an olympic-level jump in his chest.

“Sure!”.

The two of you left the record store, the coveted vinyl long forgotten, and walked around the mall. Spring was right around the corner, meaning the sun was out, shining strong, warming bodies but it wasn't hot enough to air-condition the mall. When you passed by a store, Francis bought the two of you cola, your fingers brushing his as you reached for the can he offered you.

“Thanks” you smiled and Francis knew he wanted to be the reason you smiled for the rest of his life. “So, is that where you usually spend your Saturdays?”

“I used to, a lot, back in high school” he explained, as his steps matched yours, the two of you taking your sweet, sweet time ambling mindlessly. “Especially with my brothers.”

You nodded. You would've asked about his brothers and family but you knew this would be the gateway for him to return the questions and inquire about yours, which was the last thing you wanted to talk about. Little did you know neither did he.

“And what do you do, now that you've come back from military school?” you peered at him over your sip of cola.

“Uh… well, I'm looking for a job.” To move out as soon as possible, he was about to add but refrained to. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I see” you nodded in agreement. “I'm actually in college, now.”

“Oh, what do you study?” he inquired, surprised.

"Law”.

His eyebrows comically shot up, an intrigued smirk tugging at his lips. Beautiful and smart, he thought to himself. He could never, ever be up to your level.

You took in his smile, your heart making a leap, grateful for the crisp coke in your hand cooling you down. You both walked straight to the mall's exit, your stroll coming to a natural end, and your heart immediately sank at the idea of having to leave.

Once outside, Francis' blond hair shined bright under the sun and you felt as though you were in summer, his blue eyes reminiscent of the sea, his smile lingering like the afterthought of a joke he hadn't said yet. If love at first sight was a thing, then this was it, because you were down bad.

“I really enjoyed that, thank you for taking pity on me and showing me around” you said honestly, eyes flickering all over his face.

His mouth went dry under your scrutiny. The sun brought out your eye color so strongly he knew he wouldn't be able to think of anything else for a long, long time. He couldn't let you go. He wouldn't.

“We should do this again. How about next Saturday? I could take you to a movie” he shrugged, like it wasn't a full-on date he was proposing.

"Yes!” you immediately accepted. Whether he was being friendly or hitting on you, you didn't want to miss the chance of making a new friend in town. He gave you his home number and you both went your separate ways.

When you arrived home, you were faced with a dilemma.

When is the right time to call when a guy gives you a number? The same day? The day after? Or the day of your date meeting?

You decided not to call, partly because you didn't want your parents eavesdropping on your conversation, partly because you didn't want to seem desperate.

For the next five days, Francis asked Lois, Hal, and his brothers whether or not someone had asked for him on the phone. They all noticed the way his head perked up from his lounging position on the living room's couch each time the phone rang. But whenever they inquired about it, he would immediately become elusive, sometimes straight up mean.

Finally the next Friday rolled around and you decided to call to ensure you were still meeting at the mall the next morning.

You dialed the phone number when the living room was empty, your parents off who knows where, and waited.

It rang once. Twice. Thre-

“Hello?” it was a young man's voice, definitely not Francis'. Probably one of his brothers, you recalled.

“Hi, could I please speak with Francis?”

“Who are you?”

Ok, rude. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips.

“Tell him it's the girl from the ma-”

You heard a voice shout and a faint “give me that, idiot!” followed by a small "ow!” on the other side of the line and then-

“Hey!” it was Francis' voice. He said your name. “I'm glad you called, I was beginning to worry you'd lost the number”.

He immediately silently cursed himself when the words escaped his mouth. So not cool.

He sighed in relief when he heard your genuine laugh on the other side of the line.

“I didn't know when to call” you admitted, partly out of pity for his evident embarrassment. “Are we still, uh… meeting tomorrow?”

“Yeah sure, let's say 11am at the mall?”

“Perfect, see ya.”

“See ya, bye.”

You hung up and had to hold a happy scream in. You jumped in place in excitement before finally going back to your room. Ok, now, what should you wear for tomorrow?

Back at the Wilkersons', the smile looming on Francis' face could only be seen as sly from Lois' perspective.

“What're you doing at the mall tomorrow?” Lois' voice came out sharp, judgment ready to bounce off of anything he could say.

Francis sighed and turned around to face his mother.

“I got a job interview” the lie came out naturally as he rolled his eyes.

Lois' expression turned stunned.

“Francis, really? That's amazing… !” said Lois as she went back to her room, already telling Hal the happy news, shock evident in her voice.

Once out of earshot, Francis immediately turned to Malcolm who had been the one to pick up your call in the first place.

“If you say anything to anyone I'll personally make sure everyone knows you had started a journal after bounding with mom” he glared, ready to seal his promise with an ass-beating.

Malcolm's shit-eating grin immediately faltered.

“So unfair” he whispered to himself as he went back to his own room, leaving Francis with a ridiculous smile on his face and an erratic heartbeat at the idea of seeing you again.

You noticed the blonde man leaning against the wall from a few feet away. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, and you were relieved that you hadn’t over-dressed yourself (jeans, a tank top, and your favorite jacket). He also wore sunglasses which made him look way more intimidating than he actually was.

The second he saw you getting closer, his posture changed, as he held his shoulders back, pushed himself off of the wall and waved at you. Once you were standing at arms length, unsure how to greet him, he took the chance to give you a once over, an approving twinkle in his eyes when he removed his sunglasses.

“Hey, you look great!” he said, looking at your entire figure again.

“Thanks, so do you!” you tried to make it sound friendly and not as down bad as you felt deep down.

You both walked inside the mall, letting Francis guide you to the cinema. Your shoulders occasionally brushed as you ambled side by side, allowing you to get a whiff of his cologne. The two of you fell into easy conversation as he asked you about your favorite film genre, favorite artists, and your hobbies. It felt truly refreshing and almost foreign to talk with somebody who listened, truly listened to you.

Your ex boyfriend had the attention span of a fish, almost never letting you finish your thoughts and only listening to you when the subject matter was him. You had grown accustomed to feeling like you were talking to a wall the minute you talked for, god-forbid, longer than thirty seconds about something other than his person.

Now, you had the awful habit of tracking people's face to make sure you weren't oversharing or boring them. Francis noticed how you peeked discreet glances at him between sentences like you were worried he might not be truly listening. Except he was, and your heart ached in bittersweet surprise when you saw his attention was on you, full and undivided. He nodded, engaged with and reacted to everything you said.

Being with him felt so easy not even silence made you feel uncomfortable anymore. It quickly dawned on you that there was un underlying and silent understanding between the two of you yet you couldn't pinpoint how or why that was.

That's how you discovered you had very similar music tastes and that he was overall quite in tune with the current culture of your times. The two of you had gone from talking about music and films to politics and the state of the U.S within 10 minutes. Both of you had so much to say to one another, like you were old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, that it is almost reluctantly that you piped down for the film.

Sitting so close to each other in silence felt even better than walking side by side talking. Your shoulders definitely brushed all the time now, and your fingers accidentally intertwined more than once when you both reached for the popcorn. Each time, you wished for it to happen again, and each time a jolt of electricity coursed through you.

Francis could hardly take his eyes off of you. There was a time (just a few years ago, truthfully), when he wouldn't have waited until the next date to make a move or full-on sleep with girls. But it felt different with you, not because you deserved more 'respect' or whatever, but simply because the connection felt real and… deeper. He didn't want to screw this up.

When the film was over, the two of you length fully discussed it, sharing your opinions on the ending, on the plot and on the actors. Francis' opinion differed from your own but you could understand each other's points of view.

When you passed by a video games store, Francis chuckled. Eyebrows furrowing, you sent him a questioning look.

“What is it?” you asked, a smile slowly creeping up your own face.

God, his smile was so contagious.

“Nothin', I, uh… I once got arrested in that store” he shrugged, half-ashamed, half-amused by the anecdote. He tried to gauge your reaction from the corner of his eyes. Would you think less of him for this anecdote? And if it were the case, what would be of the three hundred other ones he had in store?

You chuckled, definitely amused, and Francis released a sigh he didn't know he withheld.

“Shit, why?” you laughed.

“Stole a game” he grimaced, still scanning your features.

“My, my, have you the makings of a bad boy, Francis?” you mused jokingly.

His heart stuttered at the sound of his name coming from your beautiful lips. He knew he would do anything you asked him to just to hear you say his name again.

“Actually… I was a real brat when I was younger. 'Ts why my parents sent me to military school.” he admitted, still testing the waters.

You nodded slowly, understanding the subtext — and trying to imagine of what it exactly consisted without sounding invading.

“So… a rebel?” you guessed.

“Eh… Something like that” he bobbed his head. “I think I just enjoyed giving them shit because I didn't really feel… seen.”

When he realized how deep this sounded, he quickly dismissed it with a shrug, not wanting to ruin the mood. But your eyes were set on him and they didn't convey contempt or shock but… understanding. He felt his embarrassment melt away, a sense of calm washing over him.

“I get it. I've felt this way too, in my family” your words finally came out, voice softer than he’d heard it yet and he could tell you were saying the truth.

Five minutes later, the two of you were cracking jokes together, Francis stealing glances to watch you laugh every single time.

Over lunch, he told you a few stories about his time at the military school, most of them being so insane you didn’t know whether you had to cry or laugh about the things he had endured over there.

A little while later, you walked into random stores to crack more jokes and comment on the things you saw — games, books, movie tapes. One second you were telling him about a particularly bad movie you’d seen, the next you were talking to a stranger. You looked around, any trace of Francis gone.

“Francis?” you called, eyes darting around the store.

“Sssh!!”

Something yanked you from your sleeve until you were crouching behind a shelf next to Francis.

“What-“

He brought his hand up to cover your mouth and your heart stuttered at the contact. The softness of your lips on his hand had him making a double take to look at you, the silliness of the situation fully dawning on him. He slowly removed his hand, mouthing a silent and incredibly hot “sorry”.

“I thought I saw my mom and brothers” he explained as he helped you stand back up next to him.

He knew it was silly and that you didn’t deserve to be hidden. But it was exactly because you were the picture of perfection that he could never introduce you to them. You’d probably run off and move cities if not countries if you did.

He couldn’t tell you felt the exact same way, especially with having a father unable to be stable or save money.

So the both of you were stuck in a half-lie, half-truth about your childhood and family situation.

For those few seconds during which you stood close to Francis after he’d helped you back up, his hand lingered over yours and your eyes locked. The proximity had you basking in his blue eyes, adrenaline coursing through you. You realized that maybe, all of this was only in your head. That probably, in fact, you were imagining things and that Francis was just a friendly guy. Then, a nearby kid dropped his toy on the floor, startling you and bursting the bubble you were in.

When Francis moved his hand away, yours felt immediately cold like it didn’t know it had needed his warmth during all the years before you met.

“Well…” you broke the awkward silence. “I’m actually meeting a friend in half an hour so I should probably…” you trailed off.

“Oh, yeah, sure, no, of course” he mumbled quickly, shaking his head vigorously. “I, uh… I had an amazing time with you, uh… I’ll call you”.

Was he blushing? He seemed so panicked you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. You did an awkward wave as a goodbye and exited the store.

Ten minutes later, Francis realized he couldn’t call you because he didn’t have your number. You had his. So you were going to spend the next few days waiting for a call that would never arrive.

“Fuck!” Francis whispered. Not only did he fumble you, he also had to come up with a lie as to why he didn’t get the job he was supposedly interviewing for today at the mall.

He was so screwed.

Obviously, you didn’t hear from him again. By Friday night, as you got ready to head to a party a friend had invited you to, you’d given up on your hopes altogether. Clearly, you had misread his whole demeanor. How could you ever think he was into you?

While you were a little bummed out by the situation, you were glad you could still fend for yourself, what with you getting invited to a party so soon after you moved here. You’d been invited by James, an old high-school friend who’d moved here as well and went to the same college as you. All in all, excitement overtook your disappointment when you arrived in front of his house.

The music boomed through the walls and the floor, as a complete stranger opened the door to greet you in.

“Where’s James?” you asked, hanging onto the only familiar person there was.

The stranger, a girl with an empty cup in her hand, motioned to the kitchen. You made your way through the crowd, a mixture of faces, alcohol and laughs, until you recognized his familiar black hair and back. When you stepped close enough for him to see you, he gave you a short friendly hug before introducing you to the two boys who stood next to him.

The first one was tall, also a brunette, and had gorgeous freckles all over his face. You didn't quite register his name with all the noise but when you turned to look at the second boy, you almost blacked out.

Blonde, tall, and very cute. Your blood ran cold.

“And this is Francis” said James, his hand still hovering near your shoulders for support.

Francis' heart did a jump in his chest at your familiar face but wasn't too fond of the way James had hugged you a few seconds ago. Was he missing something there? Were you guys together?

“Uh, yeah, we- we know each other” you managed to say, eyes still locked in his.

You didn't know whether or not he was happy to see you. Your breath hitched but you managed to fake a smile.

“Really? That's cool as fuck!” said James happily before he was called by someone else from the living room. He excused himself and the other brunette left with him, leaving you alone with Francis.

An awkward silence befell the two of you, as you pretended to take a sip of your drink while looking at the other party members.

Francis, on the other hand, racked his brain to come up with something cool to say, and not sound totally hopeless but when you caught his eyes on you and held the eye-contact, his mind short-circuited and he spluttered:

“I forgot I didn't have your number but you had mine and didn't know how to reach you, I'm sorry”.

You sighed in relief under his cool blue eyes that flickered all over your face and body.

“It's fine, y'know, you didn't have to feel obligated-” you started.

“No, no, I mean it!” he said with vehemence. The hug James gave you flashed suddenly in his mind and before he knew it, the words spilled out of his mouth: “I really like you”.

The cup you held stopped midway to your lips, your body freezing for a good second. The look of desperation on his face was so endearing.

“Really?” your said, disbelieving.

Before you could register anything, his lips crashed into yours with a suddenness neither of you had expected. The kiss was brief and sweet and you barely had time to melt into it that he already pulled away, an apologetic look on his face like his confidence wavered as quickly as it had overtook him.

“Sorry, I, uh…” his eyes darted to the floor then back up to your face.

You stood on your tip toes to kiss him again, silencing him once and for all, your mind saturated by the softness of his lips, the smell of his cologne and the aftertaste of alcohol. You felt his hands instinctively wrap around your waist, his hold firm and keeping you upright like he was the lighthouse in the sea of your life. The music, the people around, the fact you weren't in your own house, it all faded away like it was a distant memory. As you kissed, one of his hands moved to your upper back, drawing soothing circles that had you weak at the knees and wanting so much more.

At last, the two of you broke apart, his eyes rendered darker by whatever consuming desire had risen in him, yours deliciously taking in the sight of his face.

You hadn't been able to talk much about the kiss afterwards, though, because Francis' old friends came by and while he tried to include you as much as possible in the conversation, amid all the embarrassment of his friends recalling his old bratty and lowkey illegal younger years, you obviously couldn't benefit from any privacy now.

Eventually, you had to leave. Needless to say, Francis was grateful for his mom's car when you accepted to get a ride home.

The city streets were empty as you watched the street lights fade in and out of your view, sat on the passenger side, still as a statue, expression unreadable. The radio played faintly and your mind couldn't stop playing your earlier kiss on loop.

And Francis? Oh, he was over the moon. His hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, his face was hot (since when was it so hot in this car?!). He kept peeking glances to read your expression, on the corner of his eyes but you looked calm, pleased… and you were quiet. And while Francis had never minded being quiet with you, this time the air felt charged with something electric, unsaid and exciting.

This was his chance. His chance to make you his. His chance to claim you and declare his love. Yet every time he opened his mouth, he thought about how perfect you were, how beautiful, how talented and smart, and how lame his family was.

“Man, James was really wasted, wasn't he?” he finally said.

Your whirlwind of thoughts stilled as you turned to look at him. You'd been waiting for him to say something, you just didn't think he would come up with that. A chuckle escaped your lips nonetheless as you recalled your brunette friend.

“Yeah, totally. Don't even know where he ended up being when we left” your voice came out lower than he’d heard it yet, your words slower too.

You were tired, and frankly done with putting a strain on your voice all the time. It felt odd not having to force your voice to be louder than it naturally was. You’d always talked louder around people out of fear they would be dismissive of your words, like your volume could compensate for their lack of listening. It always felt like this with your friends, and your parents too. But it didn’t feel this way with Francis.

Francis looked at you. Saw you. Always listened intently.

Tonight wasn’t any different. You felt your shoulders relax, and any embarrassment related to your lack of certainty about where you stood with the blonde man smoothed into the simple joy of being next to him.

Maybe this was enough. Maybe just sitting next to him was good enough. Maybe you shouldn’t be greedy.

A surge of honesty overtook you.

When he didn't say anything else, you added: “Thanks, by the way, for the ride. You really didn't have to. I might…” you thought a second before you finally let go of (almost) all pretense, “My father’s gonna give me so much shit” you sighed, covering your eyes with your hands.

His brows knitted when he recognized that expression on your face: that ultimate despair at the idea of facing a parent. His curiosity got the best of his quiet promise that he would never bring families up.

“Why?”

The question hung in the air, curious, so quiet it was soft. His voice was soft. You liked his voice.

“Because I was supposed to leave that party like, two hours ago.”

You shook your head.

“I’m so tired of him always following my every move!” you couldn’t stop your complaining now. It felt so good letting it out, even if you had promised yourself you wouldn’t.

“Yeah I get that. My mom still does it although I’m a fucking adult now”.

Your head snapped in his direction. That tone of his voice, the exasperation…

“Yeah, exactly!” you agreed. Did he just put words on what you’ve been feeling for the last few years?

“I went to military school, I’m trying to find a job, I stopped hanging out with my loser friends and it’s still not enough. She’s never satisfied.” he added, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

“Same here! I literally did my best in school, graduated valedictorian from high school, went to law school, and they still think I can't make good decisions on my own! I'm tired of being babied by parents I had to raise!”

A heavy silence followed your last sentence, the realization hitting you both like a slap in the face. Your chest heaved slightly in anger, as you got lost in Francis' eyes. The car stopped at a red-light, allowing him to take your features in, your words echoing in his mind as much as yours.

He kissed you.

And this time, the kiss didn't feel like any other kiss. This kiss was a way to say: I see you, I hear you, I feel for you. I understand you. I love you.

The door behind which you hid your family all these years cracked open. Just a slit, barely wide enough to see anything and yet… You knew there was no coming back from this. You knew you'd have to be honest and come clean (eventually) with Francis.

The both of you pulled away when the light turned green. Francis drove again, but not before taking a good look at you, his heart fluttering with something he wasn't really familiar with.

“I really like you” he finally said, a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face. This was the second time he said that tonight. Did he mean to say something more?

You smiled, for real this time and shifted a little closer.

“Me too.”

“Will-can you be my girlfriend?” he spluttered.

The thing about Francis is, that man might be terrible with his words but god, was he good at taking action, you thought as you recalled the kiss(es).

“Yes”.

Lois was the first to notice Francis’ newfound happy mood. Then his brothers noticed too. And eventually, Hal did. Until one dinner Lois broke the ice when she noticed how quiet her eldest son was:

“Ok, who is she?”

Francis’ eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Who?” he asked, almost cheekily, chewing his food.

“Your girlfriend. You obviously have been seeing someone, that’s the only reason why you haven’t been mistreating your brothers lately!” she shrugged her shoulders, unimpressed.

Francis rolled his eyes but his heart fluttered at the thought of you. There was no way in hell he was going to tell his family about you, though. The last thing he wanted was for them to ruin it.

And so the two of you saw each other more and more, spending evenings at the cinema, weekends at the mall, and sunny afternoons in parks. For the first time in forever, you felt loved when together, and missed when separated.

Francis never hid how pathetic he truly was for you, or at least did a terrible job at it. But you liked it. You liked him. No, scratch that, you loved him. Because you'd come clean about how fucked up your upbringing had been, how bad your father had been as head of the family, and how little privacy you'd grown to have.

And he still loved you, even related to you, and what was once a source of shame was now understood and somehow made easier to live with, almost normal. Yes, dysfunctional families do exist. Yes, it's fine to be from one of them. And yes, you can break the cycle.

But soon enough, Francis' new habit of missing dinners, spending his weekends outside, and overt happiness confirmed his family's suspicion. Was it really a surprise his brothers decided to follow him to the park one weekend and saw a beautiful young girl by his side being all cuddly and-

“Ugh, gross” Reese spat, behind the tree from which he and Malcolm hid, when the two of you kissed.

“She's pretty!” said Malcolm, disbelieving his brother had successfully found a girl like you.

“Mom was right”.

“Of course she was, it was obvious” Malcolm rolled his eyes.

“He's gonna eat shit” said Reese with an evil smile.

When Francis came back home that night, and went to his brothers' room to annoy them, he was faced with two sly younger brothers.

“We saw her” said Reese. "She's really pretty. I wonder what mom's gonna think when she finds out you've been hiding us from her.”

“Hey, do you wanna catch these hands, for old-time's sake?” warned Francis, alluding to his old days of mistreating Malcolm and Reese.

“You won't do anything because you've changed, now. For your little girlfriend” mocked Malcolm with a grin that matched Reese's.

“Aha, so you do have a girlfriend!”

The three of them turned around. Lois had overheard, standing triumphantly by the door, arms crossed over her chest.

“Bring her over for dinner, Saturday, end of discussion.” she said as she turned around, leaving no room for arguing.

When Francis turned back to face Reese and Malcolm, the both of them knew better than to rub salt into the wound and immediately fled the premises. But he didn't run after them. Because a part of him wanted to bring you over. A part of him wanted you to officially see all of him, all of his life and show you off to his family.

Because he loved you.

let me know if you guys want an epilogue of reader meeting Francis' family! it could be fun to write. hope you enjoyed this. god I love him so much. in Francis we trust 🛐🛐🛐

“Just… Don’t push yourself too hard, okay? You’re already tired and worn out. I understand that there’s a job that needs to be done, but you’re human.”

“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself. Don’t wait up for me, okay? Get your rest. You need it more than I do. Bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone, lowered my head, and laid it on the table.

It has been nearly two weeks since I last saw Francis, which is foolish since we live in the same apartment. However, due to our jobs and taking shifts, our schedules haven't been exactly the same. It’s actually gotten worse because he’s been taking double shifts to cover the lack of people, and now he has to deliver the milk and stay an extra shift preparing all the packs for the next day, which means not only collecting the empty bottles but also refilling them and sorting them out in the boxes. We only see each other when the other one is asleep since I start my shifts early, and he only gets home quite late.

As I was lost in thought, someone knocked on the window. Steven was waving his papers to get into the building.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, proceeding with my work.

Eventually, my shift ended, and I went to my and Francis’ apartment. While setting down my things, I checked my schedule for the next day, and a big smile spread across my face. It was a day off. I decided to wait up for Francis, so for the next few hours, I occupied myself with getting dinner ready and tidying up the house. When I ran out of things to do, I sat in the living room watching one of my favorite shows.

It was past midnight when I heard the keys to the front door. Francis walked in looking as tired as ever, sighing as he locked the door, the tension leaving his shoulders at being home becoming visible.

“Welcome home, love,” I said, getting up from the couch.

“I told you not to wait up, (Y/N),” Francis whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

“I’m not working tomorrow, so I thought I would wait for you,” I whispered back. I held his face in my hands, and he looked exhausted. “Do you want to go to bed? We could cuddle a little before sleep.”

“I would like that,” he smiled.

He followed me into the bedroom and started to get changed. I got in bed while waiting for him.

Soon, I felt his arms around my waist and his lips pressed against my neck. I turned off the lights and faced him. I put my palm on his cheek and caressed it with my thumb. I heard him sigh and move his head closer and I held it between my hands. His lips met mine in a soft and slow kiss.

“I missed you” Francis’s embrace tightened.

“I missed you too, my love” I smiled.

We kissed again, our lips moving slowly, just appreciating each other’s presence. His hand moved from my waist to my hip and down to my butt, giving it a light squeeze. I gasped slightly, and Francis took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth. What was just a lingering kiss turned into something more pressing. The warmth and softness of our lips, the wet touch of tongues, and the subtle taste of each other only added to my incoming arousal.

Unconsciously, I pushed my hips against his during the kiss, feeling his semi-hard dick. Francis moaned into the kiss. With his hand under my neck, he grabbed a fist full of my hair at the back of my head, squeezing tight and deepening the kiss. His other hand moved back to my waist, slipping under my shirt, caressing my skin, leaving goosebumps all over me.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, breaking the kiss and leaving both of us panting.

Francis rested his forehead on mine, and his hands continued rubbing the skin of my waist and neck.

“I thought you were tired,” I smiled.

“I am, but I want you,” he said hoarsely.

At the same time, his leg slipped between mine, pulling me closer by the waist. I could feel his need pressing against my intimate parts. I squeezed his leg between mine, rubbing my heat trying to ease my aching, but I knew he was exhausted, so I took the lead.

“What if I keep you warm?” I asked.

I spit a bit into my hand and reached for his pants, slipping under the waistband and into his underwear. I took his dick and started slowly moving, feeling him twitch. Francis groaned, and I felt his breath at the top of my head; he hugged me tighter and started to slowly, rocking his hips against my hand. I felt a chill down my spine; my core throbbed, and I felt it was getting wetter.

“Prep me up?” I mumbled.

Francis hummed, agreeing. His hand went from my waist to my heat, massaging my skin lightly along the way, and he pressed one finger to my entrance. I moaned quietly, continuing to pump him. He started to spread my juices around my lips and then pushed one finger inside. I moved my hips along with his finger, Francis kept his movements slow, and with each thrust, he touched a new spot inside me. Soon, he added a second finger, making me moan again and grind my hips in his hand.

“And I thought I was in need,” Francis chuckled.

“Francis…” I whimpered.

He pressed his thumb into my clit and began his scissors movements inside me, also curling his fingers to reach that sweet spot and stroke it, making me roll my eyes and breath heavily. I lifted my head, looking once again for his lips, and captured them in a hungrily open-mouth kiss, our tongues stroking each other rapidly and messy, with spit starting to drip.

I felt my walls pulsing around his fingers and that tickling sensation in my lower belly rushing me to grind faster. But I forced myself to stop. I pulled my hand away from his throbbing dick and grabbed his wrist, moving him away from me. I pushed Francis by the shoulder, laying his back on the mattress, and undressed myself. I lifted my leg and sat across Francis's lap, pulling his clothes down, freeing his dick, making him groan.

I kissed his tip and licked his entire length, from bottom to top, taking him to my mouth next. I took him until his tip reached the back of my throat and pumped the rest with my hand. I bobbed my head, sucking him and pressing my tongue against his flesh. Francis gave a husky groan and thrust his hips, hands tangling my hair.

When his dick was all wet, I raised myself and aligned my entrance with his tip. I slowly sink into him, feeling him twitch, relinquishing the feeling of his dick filling me up until he was all of him was inside me.

I set my hands on his stomach, getting used to the sensation of having him inside. Francis released a strangled breath, his hands resting on my thighs, caressing them with his thumbs.

When I was about to move, Francis took a strand of my hair and nestled it behind my ear, pulling me towards him by the back of my neck right after. He kissed me again, lips moving rapidly, only pulling away when we needed air.

The sudden movement had me squeezing his dick and he grinded his hips against me.

“Fucking tight,” Francis whispered.

I began rocking my hips, Francis matched my pace by grinding into me. Grunts and pants echoed in the bedroom; my hands were back on his stomach for balance, his hands pressed firmly on my waist to guide my movements and leave bruises. Each thrust felt heavenly, his dick sliding in and out, hitting the right spots every time, making me whimper and my legs shake.

The familiar tickling feeling in my lower belly came back, and my movements became erratic, faster, and sloppier, chasing that rush.

“I’m cuming,” I begged.

“Wait for me,” Francis urged.

He grabbed my leg and pushed my back onto the mattress. Settled between my legs, Francis resumed his movements, thrusting deep and fast. The change in position made me whine and squeeze him even tighter; it was bliss, the feeling of his weight on me, his grinding, and his dick rubbing every part inside me and hitting just the right spot.

“Francis, please” I begged again.

“Almost there” he grunted.

I tried my best to delay my incoming orgasm, focusing on Francis, on his short breaths, his muscles stiffening beneath my fingers, his raspy moans in my ear, just everything about him, taking my mind away from the pleasure he was giving me.

I tightened my legs around his body and my nails scratched his back, I was so close.

“Cum with me,” Francis pleaded.

I focused back on the sensation in my lower area. Francis sped up his pace, with chaotic and messy movements, as he began to shake. I felt the buildup of tension that made my back arch and my toes curl, like a clenching feeling. As soon as I thought that I couldn’t take it anymore, I sensed all that tension being released and pulsing throughout my body, an all-consuming release and euphoria. I moaned loudly against Francis's skin.

At the same time, Francis tensed up gave his final deep thrust and his dick throbbed inside me, releasing all of his seed, filling me up.

Francis kissed my lips tenderly, again, again and again, holding my face while supporting the weight of his body on one arm.

“I love you” he whispered between kisses.

“I love you too” I giggled, kissing him back.

He lay next to me, pulling me onto his chest. We stayed like that for a while, still panting and recovering.

“I’ll get you some water and a towel,” he said kissing my temple.

“No, it's okay I’ll get it” I pushed him down and got up. “I have to use the bathroom anyway. Do you need anything?”

“Just some water, please”.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. When I came back to the bedroom, Francis’s breathing was deep and slow, suggesting that he was already asleep. I smiled and placed the water on his nightstand, I gave a small peck on his lips and laid down in bed, feeling my muscles relaxing after so much tension and pleasure.

The fact that our lives are regularly in danger because of the doppelgangers leaves everyone on edge, meaning that our time together safe at home is a blessing and a getaway from everything on the outside. Losing ourselves in each other is not only a reminder of being alive but also a reassurance that the other person we love so much is still by our side.

“sorry,” he muttered, his voice low, hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while. “forgot to.. show this.”

his hand slipped into his pocket, slow and stiff, and when he pulled out his ID, you couldn’t help noticing the smear of something dark along his wrist. dirt, you told yourself. just dirt.

he slid the card toward you through the narrow gap in the glass, and for a moment, his fingertips lingered on the pane-- too close. you pulled the card away quickly before his skin could meet yours.

your gaze flicked over the ID. the picture was old, printed in that cheap, grayish tone you only saw on outdated passes. the corner was bent, and the date--

you smirked. expired. a year ago.

you bit your lip, fighting back a laugh as you leaned against the counter. "you’ll have to do better than that if you want to fool me," you teased, tapping the card on the glass. “expired ID, sloppy uniform-- c'mon francis, you're a doppelganger, do better to hide shi like this,”

you expected embarrassment. maybe an awkward laugh. instead, he just stared at you. and for the first time, you realized how wrong the silence felt. no excuses or attempt at persuasion fell onto your ears, just the heavy sound of his breathing, and the faint tremor in his shoulders as he straightened up.

then his expression changed. his pupils dilated until the whites of his eyes nearly disappeared, bleeding into a deep, unnatural violet. you blinked, thinking it was the reflection of the fluorescent light, but then his lips parted, and a guttural, animalistic growl rumbled out.

“you think you’re funny?” he rasped, his voice cracking halfway through, like two tones overlapping. oh fuck.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your tone steady. “i’ve always been funny,” you said with a shaky laugh. “comes with the job, y’know?”

he took a step forward.

the motion was wrong, too stiff, too heavy. the rubber soles of his boots dragged faintly across the tiled floor, each step leaving a faint streak of gray dust behind. his shadow stretched long across the light, swallowing the glow that separated you.

you leaned back instinctively, one hand inching toward the emergency button just beside the desk. your heart started pounding in your chest, loud enough you could almost hear it.

he smiled then-- if you could even call it that. his teeth were crooked and uneven, jagged like shards of glass. “not so funny now, are you?” you tried to keep your voice calm, professional even, though your throat had gone dry. “alright, stay back will you? or i’ll hit the button,”

before you could finish, the overhead light flickered once. twice. then went out completely. in the sudden dark, you heard the faintest sound-- like something crawling over tile.

the backup lights kicked in seconds later, their cold, red glow washing over the room. your breath caught.

the glass barrier that separated you from him… was cracked. not shattered-- but cracked, a single, perfect line running from the corner of the pane down to where his hand now rested.

thin, elongated fingers pressed against the glass, skin stretched too tight over bone, veins pulsing faintly beneath the surface. his eyes locked with yours again, violet and burning.

“let me in,” he whispered.

you stumbled back as the doppelgänger suddenly lunged, shards raining across the floor like frozen rain. he didn’t crawl through, no, he folded himself through, his body contorting unnaturally to fit through the narrow gap, the sound of bone grinding against bone filling the air.

you tried to reach for the alarm, but your arm froze halfway. his face-- francis’s face, or what was left of it, was inches from yours. the violet in his eyes burned like a pulse, his teeth bared, uneven, as he drew in a breath that hissed between them.

you did the only thing your terrified body could think to do, you grabbed him.

not to fight. not to push away-- you wish you did that, instead you hugged him.

his body stiffened mid-motion, a strangled noise catching in his throat. his claws-- no, hands, hovered above your back, trembling. his breath came ragged against your neck. he made a noise, half-growl, half-baffled grunt. “what are you doing?”

"sorry i got scared,"

...

things somehow ended up with his knees folded beside your thighs, his face buried in the crook of your neck with your cock deep, warming his walls, whimpers leaving his mouth every time you slightly moved around. this probably isn’t the best idea-- but this was the only thing you could do to not get killed by him (there r MULTIPLE ways btw, but guys...... smut).

his hands gripped your hair, pulling it, harsh, earning a wince from your lips. “quit movin” he growls into your ear, his words shaken by the pleasure, yet sternness remained. clawing his fingers in, he got another hiss from you,

your hands gripped his waist, throwing your head back as his hole clenched around your girth, biting back a groan, it was torture. and before you knew it, he raised himself up, just enough for you to see his gaping hole, he sat right back down,

a chocked moan left his lips, "ooh.." he sighed, letting his head rest on your shoulder-- you haven't said a word since, too scared to even utter a word. "shit.. yer a fuckin' virgin?" his question baffled you. you were here, with a doppelganger asking if you knew how to fuck.

wtf

you gulped hard before answering, "n-no.." you knew if you made a wrong move, you would probably end up six feet under. "then fuck me properly, dog," you wanted to cry-- you really did. you're literally fucking a monster, lord have mercy.

you stayed still for a moment, still not being able to process what was happening, and he brought you back to reality with a bite on your neck, his fangs sunken into your flesh as you shivered, a whimper slipping out, "are you deaf?" he murmured against your skin

and before he knew it, you changed positions, now on the floor with you on top, he let out a sharp gasp as his cheek pressed against the marble floor, a lewd moan slipping past his spit stained lips as he felt you slowly slipping your cock further in, deeper as his moans got louder.

“hggnn..” he grumbled, holding back a lewd groan, he huffs when your chest met his sweaty back, voice dripping with desperation, hands clawing the cold floor. "you don't kill me, and i give you what you want," you reminded him, hands gripping francis hips,

"wha-whatever," he managed to utter, with this new position, you were even deeper than you were before, he could feel the stretch as he got harder, it was a new feeling for him, a foreign one, he'd seen people doing whatever you call this, but god he didn't think that it would be this pleasurable.

his eyes almost rolled back when you moved, his back arched, forming a cute little U-shape as he bit his bruised lips harder, embarrassed by the noises he let out. he felt you going faster, harsher with each thrust

it hurt, so much to the point he couldn't even think straight, not even the fact that you were at his mercy. your eyes scan his body that clung onto you, your fingers slowly making its way down his spine, tracing the bones, and then eventually resting your hands on the sides of his thighs, sending shivers down them.

the doppelgänger’s pride stung, humiliation crawling beneath his skin like fire. and yet, against every instinct, something else stirred within him. a shiver of pleasure coursed through his veins, quick and relentless, drowning out the rage he should have felt. he had always seen himself as untouchable, towering above others in both strength and presence. but now, with those mocking actions still echoing through his body, he felt the heat pool down to his guts.

a faint blush spread across his tanned cheeks, betraying the composure he prided himself on. for the first time, he wasn’t the one in control. and strangely, that loss of power only made his pulse quicken all the more.

he felt your strong hands snake around his waist, holding his sides as you slowly lifted his body up, now slumped against your chest, his hair stuck to his forehead, cock drunk to even utter insults at you

he grunts, tears slipping down his cheeks as he felt you go even deeper, if thats even possible, holding him in a headlock, feeling him chock, trying to catch his breath, his eyes shot wide, rolling back to the back of his head as he saw stars, the pleasure perfectly mixed with the pain, and he was down bad.

he grinded himself back, back arched as he griped your strong arms that held his delicate neck, he lets out a strangled groan, tightening his grip around you, his walls clenching around your cock.

"y-youh.. ahgn--!” he choked out, a strangled sound slipping past his lips as his head fell back on your shoulder. a sharp whimper broke into a moan, his voice cracking with the weight of it. “too big!” he gasped, trembling, his breath hitching between pitiful sniffles. tears welled in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill as his legs shook violently beneath him.

he was breaking-- far too quickly, far sooner than you ever imagined. you had never expected to see a doppelgänger like this today, unraveling so fast, so fragile, as if the smallest push had shattered the strength he wore like armor.

but hey, who's complaining.

Ever since the day where that doppelganger kidnapped you they have been on edge, keeping you safe in your shared home. No matter what you did they just wouldn’t calm down! 

Giving them hugs and kisses only got you so far, it only did little! It’s not that you hated being cooped up, it’s just that you were worried for them! 

You could almost see the wrinkles on Francis's face, he’s been working the hardest. And Izaack has been stressed out, worried another

 Doppelganger will swing by. 

It was early in the morning now, you were currently buried under many blankets. You were snuggled close to Izaack’s chest, his big arms wrapped around you. 

You felt like a developing butterfly, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. You attempt to single out of Izaack’s hold, but it was no use since he has you squished to his chest. 

You sigh, after a while you were able to unwrap yourself from all the blankets. You struggled in Izaack’s grip, even when he was asleep he’s still strong!

Izaack’s hot breath hits your neck with every breath, and he snores loudly in your ear. Izaack was a deep sleeper, so you didn’t have much to do! 

Suddenly an idea hit you! You shuffle out of your panties, tossing them aside. 

You roll yourself onto him, pulling down his pants. His cocks rests on his stomach, twitching when your hand brushes it. 

Francis was a light sleeper, it’ll be easy to wake him up but he’s not the one who’s got you trapped. Francis tentacles are loosely wrapped around your thigh, warm since they are taking your body heat. 

You eat your head on Izaack’s chests, directing his cocks into your already dripping holes. You slowly sink down, his cocks sinking deeper into your needy holes. 

You bite on your lips, stifling your gasp. Your hands rest on his pecs, using your thighs to push yourself up as he keeps your lower half close to him.

You push your lower half up until his cocks was almost pulled out of your cunt before slamming yourself down, your eyes rolling back. The heavy pressure in your belly for how thick and big Izaack was, his cocks bumping on your sweet spots. 

Izaack grunts in his sleep, still deep asleep but slowly waking up from the sudden pleasure. You let out a broken moan, forcing yourself to bounce on his cocks. 

You rest your head on Izaack’s chest, your thighs twitch in disagreement. Izaack’s hands slowly move down to your hips, gripping on the soft flesh. 

You sigh, slamming back down his length, sitting still. You let out a pleasured cry, clenching around him. 

“Oh~ now this is something I’d love to be woken up by, don’t stop now~” Izaack coos, spanking you soft ass. 

You gasp, Izaack grips your thighs. He helps you bounce on his cocks, your breast bouncing with every movement. You moan, still resting your face on his chest as Izaack fucks your holes.

“Mmh, so cruel of you to leave me out..” Francis pouts, a tentacles redirecting its attention to your clit.

You mouth make am “o” as your body gets fucked by your boyfriends, leaving none of your sensitive areas alone.

The string in your body snaps, your body tenses up as you cover Izaack’s cocks in your juices. Your cunt eagerly swollen his entire length, you let out huffs of air.

“Why did you stop, love? Gonna be a meanie? Not gonna let me cum deep in that little womb of yours?” Izaack teases, give your ass another smack.

You whine, the burn in your thighs making it hard. You nod your head, forcing yourself to fuck yourself dumb on his cocks.

Francis tentacles tighten their hold on your plush thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. You could see the bulge in Francis's pants, twitching. 

“Mmh, now you’ve got me all hard, honey~” Francis fake pouts, the tentacles on your clit running faster.

You whine, slamming all the way down on Izaack’s cocks. Your thighs hurt so bad, you couldn’t force yourself to bounce on his cocks anymore. 

With the constant rubbing on your sweet spot, your clit being stimulated, and how Izaack’s cocks slam into your cervix makes your body weak.

“Let me help you out, love” Francis chuckles, thick tentacles of his wrap around your thighs and hips.

They help you, lifting you up and down. You sob in pleasure, drool seeping from your swollen lips.

“Mmh, that’s right baby. Gonna’ cum deep in this sweet pussy” Izaack grunts, moving Francis’s tentacles from your swollen clit.

Izaack rubs fastly at your clit, the sounds of flesh slapping echoing around the room. You let out a broken whimper, closing your eyes as you cover Izaack’s cocks in more of your juices. 

“Fuck yea.. gonna cum deep in this pretty body..” Izaack groans, hso other hands gripping tightly on your hips.

His claws dig into your soft hips, Francis’s tentacles slam you back down on his lap. Izaack’s cock twitches in your body, his cum filling your holes with his hot cum. 

“My turn~” Francis coos, lifting you off Izaack’s lap. 

You whine at the empty feeling, moaning when Francis plops you on his cock. His tentacles help you again, lifting you up then slamming you down.

“Fuck..” Francis grunts, you clench so tight around him. 

One of his tentacles prods at your other hole, pushing inside. Drool drips from your lips, thick salty tears falling from your face. 

They were able to make a big mess of you, have one been bad but now two? This was a mistake, a risky decision. 

“Mmh, such a good girl” Izaack praises, his hands cupping your breast.

You whine, covering Francis cock in your juices. Your poor thighs tremble, overstimulating, making you dumb.

“Almost there, pretty girl..” Francis moans, watching your son in pleasure. 

“Take is, honey..” Izaack coos, pressing kisses to your ear and cheek. 

Francis groans as he cums deep in your already full cunt, his cum mixed with Izaack. 

Francis tentacles let go of your thighs, falling beside Francis. You let out a quiet moan, Francis cock sinking out of your sensitive cunt. 

Izaack pulls you back close to him, snuggling you again. You whine, attempting to break free from his grip.

“Oh come on, love. I doubt you can move your legs after that” Izaack chuckles, kissing your sweaty forehead. 

Francis chuckles, his arms wrapping around your plush belly. Mission failed, but a better ending? 

Two extra chapters? You guys are so spoiled! I love yall <33