Frank n Furter X Reader - I Feel Sexy

Chapter Five ~

We finally stumbled across my apartments. I rushed the both of us into it.

Frank struggled up the stairs.

"This place is... Shabby." He groaned. I glared at him. "And small..."

"Now is definitely NOT the time to complain. I oughtta throw you out on the street." I groan, glaring at him.

Entering my apartment, it was empty, as it was when I left, except for a quite modern leather couch along the side of the wall. And of course, my bedroom.

My bedroom was covered in photographs and magazine cut-outs, and such. Some drawing my artistic friends drew before I moved. All together, it looked exactly  how I wanted it to.

He stumbled further into my home, and leaned against the white wall.

"Hey- don't get dirt on the wall." I say, grabbing his hand and leading him slightly away from it. "You need a shower."

I bring him to the bathroom and start the shower, feeling the warm water with one hand, and closing the curtains with the other.

"Frank! It's ready." I cried out, only to notice that he had been standing behind me the whole time. The fray word that popped in my head was "creep."

I also couldn't help but notice how disoriented he looked, and how out of place. His makeup ran, and his sparkling corset torn.

He watched as I stood up, and he stepped closer as I trie to walk around him.

"Can I get out of here please?"  I said, annoyed.

"Or, you could stay~" he runs a gentle finger over my collar bone, and I jolted away from his touch. "You know what they say. What, about saving water and blah blah blah... Just kiss me, (y/n)!" He tried lurching forward at me, so I dodged him and jumped around him and to the door. I take the handle into my hand.

"Just take a damn shower, Jesus Christ!" I slam the door shut, seeing him stumble back in confusion. "Jesus. He's fucking crazy. This whole thing is fucking crazy." I mumbled as I walked to the couch, plopping down.

Okay, he can't take no very well. Why the fuck was he trying so hard? Christ. I can't even figure this guy out, and now he's living with me cause some freaks are after him. I eye the bathroom door, seeing steam from the shower slightly leak from the gap beneath the door. Heck, maybe it'd be better off if I let things take their course.

What's with his obsession with sex though? I mean, isn't every guy obsessed with sex? But at least normal men try to oppress themselves a little. Frank just can't control himself at all. Maybe it's a comfort thing. How one moment he was shivering like a chihuahua, and the next he's as hard as  The Rock.

I shiver at the thought of him being sexual with me. It made my heart beat so fast, and it made my stomach twist. It was just.. Weird.

Just then, the door opened and along with the fog, he spilled out.

Straight up naked.

This guy was a piece of work, that's for sure.