You're a half- lycra half- human who has been living underground in a cavern for years, your only company being bat-squirrels and books.
He's one of the filthiest people in the history of filth, the living embodiment of what a person should not be.
...
The door to you apartment was getting knocked on, as doors do, right? You didn't respond, however, because you were busy. Busy with what? Stuffing your face with at least five kinds of cereal and toaster waffles. You had basically gone full primal the night before from nearly two weeks of no masturbation. Frank had only been around when you were alseep, which done anything to help you, and was super creepy, which really sucked due to feeling the vice of his ass a week before. You hear the door, creaked open, but you ignore in favor of food.
"Um, F/n?" Says the voice you recognize as Tj, you turn around, flakes of Eggo waffle flying everywhere.
"Flurk?" You ask, you now basically lost all coherency in words.
"Ok yeah see you've basically lost it, so you can't jack yourself off right? Well, I just ordered a few of these from Japan, and I think it could help you." She sets a package on the floor and closes the door behind you. You inch towards the package, sniffing it, hopeing it won't go Boston marathon on you. You slowly rip the package open, your eyes widening at the content.
~***~
Frank walked down the hall with a fleshlight, several dildos, the biggest bottle of lube he could find, and your favorite candy. He had been working on a video for the past week, but now that he had finished editing, but now he had taken a bottle of Cialis, and he was determined to make tonight perfect for you. He finally made it to your door, but saw a note.
"Do not disturb.
(Especially you, Fuck face, seriously, F/n is doing some "alone time" stuff and should be left ALONE atm)
-Tj, the GENDERFLUID PERSON (not hermaphrodite you fucking spack)"
Frank smiled at how much he had gotten to your friend. He tore the note off, opening your door. You were no where to be seen in the living room or kitchen, evidence of you was everywhere, or a crazy fucking animal, either one. But soon he heard small sounds coming from your room. He slowly opens your bedroom door.
Right when you're shooting a load.
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You let out a deep sigh, pausing your game, letting yourself get a brake, you sit up grabbing the now half-gone gallon of juice of juice, taking a few swigs, and sitting back and sighing in relief with your arms behind your head. The vr set was dark now, this was comforting, you could go to sleep, that had been your third time cumming, but you felt like you could easily go three or four more times, you were definitely packing. God you really loved this thing, you were glad Tj had gotten you this, it was great! You saw nothing that could go wrong with this.
And as far as you knew, nothing was going wrong. At this point Frank had plopped himself on the floor, was popping some of the candies, and enjoyed the show. This wasn't really hot, as much as it was hilarious. You turn the machine back up again, same avatar, your dick gets rock hard again as you start pumping inti the virtual ass you had. But soon, as every Fanfiction goes, you began moaning shit pertaining to the eavesdropping love interest in order to progress the plot and romance.
"Ahh... F-frank, shit, ny-NYIPPLE FUCK- yes, you feel so goood, yeah, ride that cock, gah, I wish you could fuck me right now~" you moaned, before you even finished that sentence, Frank was already in the middle of getting his white vans off and jumping onto the bed pulling off the VR mask.
"FRANK OH GOD HOW MUCH OF THAT HAVE YOU SEEN?" You yell, trying to turn off the games to stop jacking you off, but Frank has other ideas. He snatches your hand away, stuff a pillow under your hips to lift your ass a bit. After a minute of moving around your lycra and Velcro straps, he whips out the bottle of lube, covering his fingers in a generous amount, and slowly slips a single digits into you. You squirm, it feels kind of weird, but definitely not bad.
"P-papa~" you mutter, he gazes into your eyes for a second before adding another finger, the felling of you getting stretched makes you arch back. You feel his fingers moving inside of you, when suddenly he finds just what he was looking for. He smirks as you thrash your head, moaning his name as the spot and the machine crash you into climax.
Once you've regained the ability of your motor functions again, Frank begins to clean off your tiny soldiers with a tissue and slowly kisses you. He tastes like your favorite candy! But you quickly deepen the kiss, and begin striping the velcro straps of this thing off of you, groaning,"We're no where near done hear, papa~"
