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Chapped lips attacked your neck as you gripped onto his jacket, the air in his room feeling dizzyingly warm. His hands held your waist in a bruising grip, your mouth opening in a silent moan every time he would give you the smallest squeeze. His knees were between your legs, spreading out to keep you from hiding yourself. Your head tilted to the side as he continued his sweet assault on your neck, your gaze falling on his mask that was discarded on his dirty floor.
The sickening smile, blood stains and hollow eyes… a shudder ran down your spine but you knew he would think it was from his affections.
Frank moved away from your throat, his hands leaving your hips soon after. You turned to look at him, fully ready to protest until you realized he was taking his jacket off. His eyes never left yours as he unzipped his letterman, lazily shrugging back so it fell off of him. His shirt came next, being removed in one quick fluid motion and tossed to the other side of the room.
Your hands reached up to touch his bare skin. Starting from the happy trail peeking out from his jeans, up to his abs, feeling each one individually. He was pretty well built, unsurprising with how athletic he was. When he decided you’d had enough exploring, he held your hands in his, guiding them up to the metal bed frame. Leaning over your body, he manipulated your fingers into gripping the metal bar, squeezing your fist to let you know he didn’t want you to let go. You were of course going to do as you were told, knowing it would absolutely be worth it for you if you were a ‘good girl’. If he liked being in charge, who were you to take that away from him?
Eagerly, you watched his hands trail down to the zipper of his pants. The sound of the button being undone and teeth unzipping made your mouth water. He pulled them down just enough to let his bulge free, still caged behind his boxers. He looked painfully hard, his little sigh of relief being enough to make you know it was true. He wasn’t done teasing you… he was just getting comfortable. You hadn’t expected him to be so… tender. He was taking his sweet time with you when you had been expecting a rough and unfulfilling hook up out of him. You weren’t complaining- far from it. Knowing he wasn’t just going to care about his own pleasure made your body ache with arousal.
“...F-Frank.” You moaned his name with desperation. Pleading with your murderer to destroy you in a completely new way. You hadn’t been touched since you entered the fog. Sex and relationships weren’t uncommon among the survivors but you didn’t have a partner. Some of them were attractive enough but you were too shy to initiate anything and nobody had asked you about it.
He gave a small hum of acknowledgement but you couldn’t form words. His body felt so good on top of yours. It wasn’t the first time he had been there, having killed you at least a thousand times prior but that was different. His touches were so gentle, so overwhelmingly delicate. Compared to how he had always treated you in trials, he was a completely different person.
A sudden knock on his bedroom door forced a squeal from your lips but he was quick to cover your mouth with his hand.
“Yeah?” He called to whoever was interrupting the two of you. It was clear he was annoyed. Frustrated. He was good at hiding it in his voice but his face held so much displeasure that it sent goosebumps down your skin.
His fingers were shaking over your mouth and you could tell it was killing him to look at you like this. To see you falling apart beneath him with lustful eyes from the smallest touches and having to restrain himself because somebody dared to speak to him during such a precious moment. You hadn’t let go of the bar- he hadn’t given you permission. His eyes glanced up at your hands and he gave you a silent praise by stroking his thumb from his free hand over your cheek affectionately.
“Hey, we got your cigarettes! Can I come in?” You recognized the voice. Susie, the pink-haired girl who always wore skirts. She was brutal when it came to trials but a lot of the other survivors seemed to like her. She was apparently pretty cool outside of being a killer but you personally didn’t know her.
“Leave ‘em outside the door. I’m busy.”
“...Oh. Uh, okay.” She sounded suspicious. It made you wanna laugh. Imagining the rest of The Legion bugging Frank about what he was doing in his room later on was a funny image. You almost wished you could witness it but…
You weren’t supposed to be there.
It was obvious with how he was trying to hide you. He didn’t want his friends to know, and you knew you were probably going to have to swear to secrecy after this. Killers and survivors rarely mixed, even if a few of them had open relationships. Frank didn’t seem like the type of guy to show off a hookup and you were pretty sure that’s all this was going to be.
You both listened to the sound of Susie’s retreating footsteps before he removed his hand from your mouth. You licked your lips, a salty taste that you didn’t mind coated your tongue. His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands tracing from your wrists down to your waist where he grabbed hold of the bottom of your shirt. A breathy sigh escaped from you between kisses as he lifted it, exposing the flesh of your abdomen to the warm air. Teasingly slow, he exposed the rest of your torso and you internally cursed yourself for wearing a bra. Your body was throbbing with need, craving the feeling of his body against yours but this motherfucker was going to make you wait.
Pulling away to lift the shirt over your head, he let the material rest over your upper arms, not giving you the go ahead to release your grip on the metal. He swore under his breath as he looked you over, his hands gently reaching around you to unhook your bra. Luckily for the both of you, it was strapless, making it much easier for him to discard it.
Straightening his back, he really took in your body. His eyes were filled with a desire you had never seen before. It wasn’t like his desire for bloodshed, it was something different. Something more than predatory. His hands held both of your boobs, thumbs reaching up to tease your nipples. The first touch of genuine stimulation and you were already moaning greedily. His fingers felt like magic, heat pooling in your stomach with a throbbing ache for more.
“...Frank, please. P-Please, I… I can’t… fuck, I need… ” You whimpered under his touch, under his gaze. The teasing was driving you insane. Unable to finish your sentence, you bit your lip to try and stifle your noises. If he didn’t want his friends knowing, then you needed to be quiet. He hushed you softly, bringing himself down to your lips for another kiss.
“I know what you need, baby. You’ll get it… just be patient for me.” His voice was so soft. A whine slipped past your lips, the pet name making your body drip with arousal. You wanted to touch him, to feel every inch of him. It was almost unbearable.
Before another complaint could slip past your lips, he slid his body down against yours. His chest was pressed against your breasts, his body heat forcing a moan from your throat. You could feel the erection in his pants press against your clothed pussy as he began to grind against you. Being dry humped by a murderer was making you salivate.
God, you were sick. The entire reason you were there was so he wouldn’t kill you and you were actually enjoying yourself.
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The Legion was always a bitch to go up against. Constantly having deep wounds that demanded mending made for a hard game, objectives often being forgotten in favor of trying to heal or avoid another deep gash to the stomach. You never won against them. You never lasted long unless you played selfishly, especially when you were going against their leader. Frank.
Waiting for the hatch to spawn was a cowardly way to play but when the rest of your teammates were dropping like flies, it seemed like the smartest option. Guilt ate at you as you waited for them all to die. Sure, they probably understood, but it didn’t make it any less shitty.
Admittedly, trials had been going horrible for you as of late. You hadn’t escaped in at least thirty games. The thought of falling into the hatch and ending up back at camp was filling you with hope. You needed something good to hold on to, something to keep you going. If you couldn’t escape every once in a while, what was the fucking point?
A cannonball rang in the distance as the final sacrifice- Claudette- had been made. A shaky breath slipped past your lips as you started your search for the hatch. You had little hope, being against The Legion. They could all run so fast- you doubted you’d be able to find it first.
A smile spread across your lips as you grew closer to the angelic humming. Finally having a good match would do wonders for your self esteem, give you back some of you hope-
…
…Frank was standing on top of it. Waiting for you.
Once you were spotted, he started towards you, ready to kill but you didn’t move. There was no point… you lost. You were going to die again.
He stopped in front of you but you were unable to meet his gaze. You stared at his shoes- dirty and bloody. Soon your bloodshed would be part of the stains. You would be nothing but a mess of gore on top of the dirt.
“Not gonna run?” He asked you tauntingly. He sounded almost amused. It wasn’t the first time you had heard him speak- he was the kind of killer that threw insults and teased his victims.
“...I… I don’t have the energy anymore. I’m tired.” You admitted. You didn’t expect any kind of pity from a killer but it was the truth. All the fight had left you. You couldn’t outrun him even if you tried.
…You watched in confusion as he put his knife back in its sheath.
“You want the hatch?” He asked you, as if the answer wasn’t obvious.
“...God, yes please.” You figured it was a cruel prank. He was going to laugh at you as he cut you down but in the slightest chance he decided to show you pity… you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He hummed. “Gotta give me something in return.”
“Like what?” You had no valuable possessions in the Entity’s realm.
You watched as he lifted his mask to reveal his face. He was surprisingly attractive. Light brown hair, dark eyes… he looked like he hadn’t slept in days but he was definitely easy to look at. You felt your face heat up as he looked you up and down… was he checking you out?
His hand reached out to brush your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.
“...Spend the night with me. I’ll let you live.”
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He had given you directions, told you how to get to the lodge. Told you to take the stairs up to the balcony and told you which door to knock on. You had considered just not showing up but you weren’t that stupid. If you blew him off after he let you escape you would never have a moment of peace when you went against him. Knowing how crazy he could be, how brutal. It was enough to make you keep good on your promise.
His legs spread further in betweens yours, causing them to do the same and bring your attention back to him. His bulge was pressing against your clothed clit, giving you enough stimulation to quickly create a wet spot in your panties. He lifted your skirt up higher on your body, letting the stretchy fabric rest on your stomach so he could get a good look at what he was doing to you. You stiffened when he reached behind him, taking his knife out of its casing. A reminder that he was still a murderer. He seemed to notice, a rough chuckle rumbling from his throat.
“You’re fine. Stay still.” He told you, his voice commanding. You ended up holding your breath in an attempt to stay as stiff as possible. The last thing you wanted was to make him use a weapon on you because you decided not to listen.
The tip of the knife tickled your thigh as he gently moved it upwards towards the waist of your panties. There was no pressure, no cutting, but the feeling made your clit throb. He wasted no time in slicing through the fabric on each side of your leg, leaving your pussy completely exposed to him. He tossed the knife somewhere behind him and reached down to spread your labias open, taking a look at you. You felt so exposed. Biting your lip and closing your eyes you tried not to think. Your insecurities were quickly thrown out the window when he let out a moan.
“...Fuuuuck. You have such a pretty pussy.” He sounded drunk. Maybe he was.
You felt like screaming. Nobody had ever spoken to you like that before. You wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, maybe hit him a few times, but that seemed like a bad idea.
His pointer finger traced gentle circles along your clit, making your legs shake against his. Breathy moans flew out of you, unintelligible words slipping past your tongue. He didn’t linger for too long, tracing down to probe at your entrance. He wasted little time slipping a finger inside of you, curling against your g-spot. He was so much better at it than you ever expected him to be.
Your grip on the bar tightened as he added another finger, his thumb giving your clit lazy strokes while he stretched you. You could see stars behind your eyelids from squeezing them shut so hard.
“Look at me.” He instructed.
You did as you were told, meeting his eyes as best as you could. Your gaze would occasionally falter, finding him to be a bit too intimidating but he never seemed to mind. Your lip was starting to bleed from how hard you were biting it but he was quick to lick it.
The heat in your stomach was burning hotter and hotter with each thrust of his fingers, your legs beginning to tremble violently. You were almost there, his name on the tip of your tongue as you reached your peak. Apparently he could tell, because he ripped his fingers away quickly. You sobbed out in protest, the sudden emptiness feeling like the worst type of misery.
“Please, please! I-I need you so bad!” You were a trembling mess and you knew it was just egging him on even more. You didn’t want to give him so much power but fuck he was so good at taking it.
He let out a dry laugh as he straightened his back again, this time reaching down to pull his dick out of his boxers. He was bigger than average but what really surprised you was the girth. You whimpered just looking at it… the stretch was going to be overwhelming.
“...C-Can I move?” You asked him, your fingers starting to ache with how hard you had been gripping the bed frame. You wanted to touch him… to feel how warm he was.
“Yeah.”
That was all the permission you needed before you tossed your shirt and your hand went down to stroke him. He felt so hot in your hand. His cock throbbed in your grip, pulsing every few seconds. His hands clutched at the sheets on each side of your head with so much tension you were afraid he was going to rip them. His lips were pressed to yours but his mouth was open in a silent moan. It was nice to have the power- even if it was just for a moment.
“...God, you’re so… fucking ...” He praised you before taking your hand off of him. It felt so good to know you could make him come undone so easily. “...Give me a second. Fuck.”
You watched impatiently as he took a few deep breaths, his cock throbbing in front of your pussy. You wanted to wrap your legs around him and push him inside of you, catch him off guard and make him fall apart, but you weren’t brave enough for that. Not yet.
“...Fuck me.” You begged him quietly, still afraid of being too loud.
“I’m gonna destroy you.” He promised, taking hold of his cock to line it up at your entrance. “You’re gonna scream my name. You’re gonna think of me every fucking night .”
His confidence made you shiver. You knew he was right… you knew he wasn’t ever going to leave your mind after this. Your clit was throbbing as he pushed himself inside of you, the tip already making you stretch quite a bit. You gripped onto his arms and you both watched him disappear inside of you, not stopping until he bottomed out. You were so wet. There was practically no resistance at all.
He paused for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours as he tried to catch his breath. You pressed soft kisses to his neck, focusing on the areas around his tattoo. You could tell it was hard for him to control himself, hard to resist the urge to just start fucking you as hard as he could, but he was trying. His bottom lip was trembling. You tried to ease his tension by licking over his lips once before giving him a soft kiss. It didn’t take long for him to melt back into your mouth, his cock throbbing inside of you the entire time you shared kisses. It felt incredible. Indescribable.
Intimate.
In hell , you had found your piece of heaven.
His right hand reached up to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeper, just for a moment. He let out a content sigh when he pulled back, seeming a lot calmer than before. Less worked up- less likely to blow his load immediately. His face went to your neck, giving it a few soft kisses.
“You feel amazing.” He muttered against your skin. It made you smile.
His hips pulled back slightly before giving you an experimental thrust, forcing a gasp out of you. It took him a second to find the right angle but once he was there, he didn’t let up.
Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into his back as he quickly picked up in pace. You could tell this was going to be somewhat of a quick fuck no matter how hard he tried to hold back, and you weren’t going to complain. Your body was so pent up that you were right there with him, shaking and enjoying every sensation he gave you. Your nipples rubbed against him with each thrust, moans tearing through you so loudly that he had to cover your mouth again.
“ Fuck, I need you… to be quiet.” He was gritting his teeth as he tried not to moan, the vein in his neck popping out. “I want you to touch- hah… fucking touch yourself. Can you do that?”
You nodded, trying your best to keep quiet. It was difficult when he was hitting that spot inside of you just right, causing your entire body to tingle with bliss. He removed his hand from your mouth letting it fall down to grip the sheets again. Your right hand snuck down between your bodies and you touched yourself the way you knew would get you there the quickest.
You were rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, your pussy clamping down on him. His lips were attacking yours, swallowing every noise that slipped out of your mouth. You were right there- your body still high from his assault on you before. The heat was starting to feel like flames as you reached orgasm, his name spilling out of your mouth and into his.
You removed your hand from your clit, the stimulation quickly becoming too much, going back to gripping onto his arms. Your body shook and trembled beneath him as he kept fucking you, the overstimulation starting to make you feel dizzy. He was panting in your ear, his breathing beginning to become uneven. You could tell he was close.
“...Cum inside me.” You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please?”
That did it for him.
He bit down on the pillow next to your head to stifle his moans as he released inside of you, most of his cum sticking to your walls while the rest dribbled out onto the sheets below you. You could feel yourself pulse around him as he finished, his body twitching with each one. You both laid there for a while, your cunt milking his cock for all it was worth.
When he was able to catch his breath, he quickly found your sides, rubbing up and down as he lifted his head to look at you. His hands felt like paradise on your skin. He leaned down to give you one more kiss, lingering for longer than what would be considered normal, following it up with a kiss to your forehead.
Your legs ached and you were sweaty. As much as you loved having him inside of you, it felt nice when he rolled off, lying beside you instead. The air felt colder than before. It was nice on your skin.
You had the urge to clean up, cum still leaking out of you, but you were too tired.
Dreading the walk back to camp, you rolled over to face him, laying your head on his chest. He didn’t push you away, which you took as a good sign.
“...Do I have to leave?” You asked him. You fully expected him to say yes.
“No? I told you to spend the night with me.” He seemed confused, like you had just asked the dumbest question he had ever heard.
You blinked. “...I thought you just meant… until after this.”
You didn’t see any reason that he would want you past getting his payment.
“No. You can sleep here tonight.”
…Sleeping in the killer's territory felt dangerous and something inside of you was telling you it was a horrible idea.
You stayed anyway.