Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Fourty Two Filling Space

Kylo Ren slowly kissed down you torso, grabbing your hips to flip you to your stomach, kissing down your back, he came back up to you ear to whisper-

" I'm about to rewire you cacinator."

Suddenly the door swooped open, and Kylo Ren dissapeared, you looked up from your place on the bed, to see him standing at the doorway.

Goddammit what was this very attractive man's name?

"Why the fuck do you have to go ruining my wet dreams?" You ask, letting out a deep sigh.

The guy crossed his arms rover his hilarious looking t-shirt,"You were beginning to touch yourself in the conscious world, don't want that now do you?" He was right, you hadn't jacked off in about five days, and DAMMIT it was getting to you. The smirk that grew on his face made you blush, this guy, why was this guy so fucking handsome?

Then you figured out why.

"Why do you look so much like Frank?" You ask. For no explainable reason, the two of you were now by a fireplace in a library sitting in nice armchairs. He was in pajama bottoms with the shirt while petting a chihuahua in his lap. He then ripped a fat cloud from his vape pen that looked like a pipe. You couldn't tell if you wanted to fuck this guy or punch him in the dick, and that was startling you.

"I believe you should ask,'why does Frank look so much like me?'"

"I'm not going to ask that."

" But I'm going to answer it anyway; it's because Frank is me."

"Wait what?"

"Now you see, I could just explain what I mean by that right now, but for the sake of keeping the plot at a steady pace, I'm not going to."

" wait, why, what, the fuck?"

"Enough said, you wake up now!"

And with a snap of his fingers, you wake up. Your groggy mind knows that you are spooning Frank right now, remembering that he crawled into your bed late last right after coming over to visit you and attempt to give you a hand job, but unsuccessfully due to you inability to get erect. He had offered you his emergency cialis, but you turned the offer down.

But after a few minutes, you realized something was off. Or more so, something was on, your dick, that is. Hold on, something was all around your dick. Everything began to connect together as your eyes snapped open and you looked down.

Yep.

You were balls deep in Frank.

WHaaaaaAAAAAT!?!

You began panicking, what the fuck do you do? How the hell did this happen? He's still asleep? How? Should you pull out? You try moving your hips ever so slightly out, but Frank groans, moving back to be against you again, shoving the half inch you got out of him right back in. You whimper a little, he's not tight by any means, but the soft warm walls pressed against your dick felt better than any time he sucked it. Wait, how have you gotten it in without lube? Does he get wet like a girl? Could guys do that? Thinking this, your hips had been subconsciously moving in and out of Frank slowly. You realized this and mentally kick yourself in the dick. You looked over this situation, you could just go ahead and fuck Frank because jesus christ he feels really good, but wouldn't that be considered rape. It didn't seem like this was hurting him, you doubt he could even feel it even if he was awake. But then you remember Frank and the kind of person he is.

You make an almost glass shattering scream as you pull out quicker then a hand in a jar of spiders. You run to the bathroom to scrub your dick with hydrogen peroxide and lava soap, attempting to wash off anything that could have been transmitted from Frank. Frank sat up in his bed rubbing the tired out of his glasses, unaware of the bareback touch and go the two of you just went through.