Flamingo'd: Filthy Frankx Reader

Chapter Sixty Two Multi-Year Pause and Unpause

As the elevator slowly rises up the cabin, both of your laughter subsiding, you both are sweating, catching your breath. You looked at each other, both in agreement of having no clue of what just happened. But glad both of you are okay.

   He turns to you, cupping your face, a thumb oh-so-gently stroking the bruise on your cheek.

  "Damn, he clocked you good," he mumbled, eye inspecting you through his thicc eyelashes. You never really got to appreciate them with Frank, due to his glasses. It was weird, this man was an unconventional kind of handsome. He didn't have what you would call big muscles, a chiseled jawline, nor was he even that tall. But goddamnit if you couldn't admire this whole thing. "Come on, the only reason he did that well was by tapping into that libtard ownage strength," you said, grinning, subtly leaning into his hand.

But here, with the gearing of the elevators humming around the two of you, it felt like you two were the only people on this ship. That probably sounded egotistical, sure, but it was only because right now, more than ever previously, you both wanted the other. Not for the moment when the two of you first met, ironic when you consider those circumstances. But now you were sure, and you were glad.

He finally made the first move, bringing himself towards you for a kiss. You let your eyes close and melt into it. His soft lips, faintly smelling of cigarettes. You wanted to melt into him, but the elevator door opened. You both laughed as you made your way to the room. He couldn't keep his hands off you, grabbing your shoulder, ass, and just about everything as you got the door open and you both practically fell on the bed together.

But as you start to really get into it, when your hands touch the skin under his clothes, something overcomes you. You aren't sure what this feeling is. But you just know something about this... isn't right.

Joji notices this and lets up on you.

"Hey... are you... okay?" he asks.

"Um... yeah, yeah I'm alright."

"We can- you know, we can totally stop if you want."

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Dude, absolutely," he assures you, backing off to sit on the bed. You sit up, and let out a deep sigh and you bury your hands in your face.

"I'm sorry dude, it's just... I don't know, the idea of sleeping with you, I mean, I'd really love to, but... it just seems... wrong."

"Wrong? In... in what way?"

"Like, I don't know, no offense, and I know this will sound crazy, but something about you, you being here, just seems... off."

"Off? In what way?"

"Like, you shouldn't be here, in this part of the multiverse, or omniverse, whatever, but... yeah, like you literally shouldn't be here, you're... and... sleeping with you... it- it just wouldn't be right."

"Because I'm a real person?"

"Well, yeah I guess- in literal terms."

"Guess the author had a change in morality while writing this chapter," the musician huffed with a smile as he sat up. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes. You were finally getting your thoughts together on this.

"I'm sorry for letting it get this far with you," you say, pressing your hand against your eyes, hoping you could push out the embarrassment.

"Hey, what matters is that you're figuring this out now before it's too late," he says, offering you a cigarette of sympathy, maybe its smoke can bring you closer to the sweet release of death. The embarrassment of everything you'd done and said up to this exact point suffocating you.

"Dude, you made me breakfast."

"Yeah."

"And I was so ready to suck your dick just now."

"You wouldn't be the first."

"What the fuck was I thinking?!" you yell out.

"This is a fanfiction on Wattpad, all right? No one ever comes here with any expectation that this was gonna be resembling any type of  non-creepy sanity."