Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Ten More Than Before

"Frank, it's fine," Shit! You didn't have any time to plan out what you would say in this situation! Fuck! Now all you could do was tell how you honestly felt! Goddammit!

"No, it's not fine, I made you do something without asking your consent, and I mean, well, we've only known each other for one finger licking day!"

"Frank, seriously, it's fine. I'm glad you grew a pair to talk to me about it. And to be honest... I actually kind of enjoyed it."

"Huh buduhbuduh... You being serious here?"

You went up to him and brought him in for a hug, he smelled like well made cigars and cheap cologne. " 'Course I'm being serious. This is ma serious tone that I use in jury n' shit. But honestly, yeah, I liked what happened, it was... pleasant."

Frank started blinking rapidly and jutting out his lower jaw,"Well gee diddly doo!" He went back to normal and started to nuzzle into your neck. "I don't know... I just feel bad... The way you looked at me when I straddled you and touched you where I did-"

"Hold on- what-" you looked at Franku with a look of pure confusion, which I say is pretty damn rational,"straddle? Touching me? Frank, what are you talking about?"

Frank tilted his head, as if the answer was obvious." When I straddle you and started groping you and then we... You know..."

"No Frank. I really do not know."

A blush began to spread across his face, what the hell? Are there like some fucking weeaboos or something around here, what is this fucking bullshit?

? "When we... When we 69'd last night!"

You just stared at Frank blankly for a couple seconds, then an explanation popped into your head.

" Frank, exactly what did you have last night?"

Frank placed his hands on his hips and turned away from you, " Oh I see, blame the half Japanese guy for being baked like a cake, well tell you what missy, all I had was my usual two cigarettes, a bottle of vodka, and then I had a pear-mango daiquiri."

He looked back at you, and the arch you had made in your eyebrow made him carefully go over his thoughts.

"Well, now that you... Mention it... Red Dick was really smirking when he gave me the daiquiri. Hold up- so you're saying none of that happened?"

" Not to that extant no."

"... Welp, that explains why I woke up with sticky nuts. Oh god! I had a wet dream like a teenager! FUUUUUUCK! MY MODELING CAREER. I WILL NEVER IMPRESS MY FLAVOR FLAV! AHHHH..!"

You sit on your bed and give Frank a couple of minutes to calm down. Once he does, he's in a fetal position in the corner of the room, with two of his shirt buttons being undone. He remembers where he is and looks over at you, "So... What exactly did happen?"

A smirk slowly grew on your face. You went to Frank, and nuzzled into his lap, and began to murmur in his ear, "You and I were sitting together on the floor, like this." A perverted look began to show on his face aka sticking his bottom jaw out for a few seconds.

You continued, ignoring the creepiness of that," Then, my hood came off," you pulled you hood down. As Frank saw your full head of h/l h/c locks, his eyes filled with something you had never seen in a person before. His lips curl into a crescent moon, his lips come to your ear, you can feel his hot breath. Oh gyawwwd.

"Now I remember."

Your spines shivers hearing him speaking in that way you loved. He wraps his arms around you, and locks his lips to your. The kiss is exactly like the one before, after a minute of this, you both part, gazing at each other, only to bring both of you into another kiss, this time a little more heated. One of his hands slide down to rest on your hip. He breaks the kiss, and brings whispers into you ear-

"Plz gibe da pussi b0ss."

Your fist collides with his face, no one is going to talk to you like that, goddamnit! Especially some cheap strip mouse-dick whasian fuck! Even if you sort of had feelings for him. He was laying on the floor. Holy shit! You knocked him out cold! You had no idea that people could actually do that! You dragged him out to the apartment hallway by his door. You write a note that contain a mixture of an apology, a thank you, and a little hint that you'd be free next Saturday. You tape the note on where his nipple probably is. For the rest of the day you stay in, organizing all you porn and researching how to make a fursuit. You have ramen for dinner that night.

Another fucking day well spent.