Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Thirteen Pin The Kitten

"I beg your pardon?" you ask.

"Could we. Sleep together. To-"

"Okay, okay, I heard you but... Arayot- Are you being serious?"

"Do I look like I'm being serious?"

"You look like a disgruntled old guy about to ask the teenagers in his neighborhood to stop fucking his lawn gnomes, if I'm gonna be honest."

" Yeah you... you sort of hit the nail on the head with that one."

You were now leaning on the doorway, wanting to actually understand what the hell was going on here," So, Frank, could you just explain... just- why?"

"I'm not saying in like, a sexual way, just like, two people sleeping in the same bed, and maybe romance?"

"Good to know, okay, but why?"

"Come on F/n, we can agree that something is beginning to happen between us, something that I think might become somewhat... pleasant. So like a fine frozen burrito in the back of the freezer, lets see what this might become."

"Hang onisun- on just... justle..." You quickly considered the risk and consequence of what you do next. You then decided genuinely liked Frank, aaaand you didn't really have anything going on tomorrow, also Frank was beginning to make a really creepy face whilst rubbing his loins, making you uncomfortable like a sandpaper tampon.

"Alright, gut under one condition Franku."

"What condition mmmaster?!"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"That! That high voice bullshit! Also those faces, not something I can kiss without projectile vomiting. I know I'm sounding a bit like a contol freak, and I'm fine with when you do this stuff in the right situation, but if you do it anytime in there, your ass is going in the trash. Literally. And so, if you want,"you step out of the doorway,"You may come in."

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You walk out the bathroom and into the bedroom, shivering a bit at the cold. You had opened all the windows in hope of making it cold enough for your Lycra- skin to grow, since you wanted to cover as much of your human skin as possible, only having a tank top and gym shorts to wear. But all it had accomplished was making you irritatingly chilly. You close you window, and glance outside, wondering where Lucaz might be, probably cruising with bitches or something. Your eyes then fall upon Papa Franku. Laying on your bed, shirt unbuttoned, tight boxers hugging his, glasses tilted down in such a way that made him pretty damn-am-handsome.

Oh god, he's rubbing little circles into your comforter. Wait, now he's about to say something,"So, what happens from here?"

"Wellz, first off you're going to take off that shirt because I'm certain you've worn that everday for over a month."

"Oho, ohohoh, I like where this is heading," he murmurs as he slips off his shirt slowly. His skin was sort of shiny. Was it sweat? No, it might be Vaseline or vapo-rub, hell, I don't know, it's just glossy okay?

"Then," you continue," you'll stay on that side of the bed, and I shall stay this side of the bed."

"Oof, I gotta say F/n, this dominate personality, I really- it's really making my loins shiver," he begins rubbing his shoulders in a fake shudder. Yep, that's it. We gonna do something out of the ordinary? We gonna be out of character? Be sporadic? A bit edgy? Fushk yesha.

You jump on top of Frank, pushing his shoulders to the mattress. Look at him, the surprise in his eyes are so adorable, or is that fear? Is this rape? You don't know. But god he's so endearing right now, and his chest is surprisingly smooth and soft. Almost like a character from your books. You suddenly recalled a little something from some of the videos you had watched. Let's try it out now, shall we?

"Oh my gahd. F/n, F/n, what are you doing? F/n, stah-ah!" Franku gasps as your warm tongue rolls from his collarbone, up the length of his neck, ending at his jawline. Uhhgg. You can feel his stubble. You begin to suck on a little bit of his flesh, savoring it, as you let your fingernail drag across his torso, receiving a little moan from the man beneath you. After a couple more minutes of this, you let his meat disconnect from you, look straight into eyes, and start patting his face.

"Sorry 'bout that," you say," just wanted to see what you... taste like."

" No, No! This ain't right! Franku-sama does not take a submissive role! I am as dominate as the Germans were to the Polish! I have practiced on plenty of warm cantaloupes to know this! I shall not be-" you cut Frank off with a kiss on the lips. You experiment but swiping your tongue across your bottom lip. He stops protesting, and begins to push back in the kiss. Your lips part, and you rest your forehead on his and began to speak to him in little clicks and beeps.

"I was able to make you mew like a kitten. You enjoyed every bit off that Frank. But I apologize regardless," you got off him to put a pillow between the both of you.

"Try to keep your grabbers off me, okay?" you say, before turning off the light.

"You're sending mixed messages like a fruit salad, you know that F/n?"

"And you're acting out of character as if you were in a crappy story because the author is a fucking idiot. Goodnight Franku."

"Goodnight F/n- hold on, what?