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You continued to work on the generator, you weren’t even bothering to check your surroundings, you were sick and tired of doing these trials, exhausted from the repetitive living, and you were starting to want to be found and killed immediately just so you could take a breather at the campfire for a few minutes before The Entity threw you back into another trial.
You sighed, the generator was almost done, hopefully, you’d be taken out of this trial soon, you were considering hanging around the generator once it was done to see if the killer came running over to check the area.
But then you felt someone harshly grip your waist, yanking you from the generator and throwing you over their shoulder, you hadn’t meant to scream but you hadn’t been scared like that in a long time, not with being on a death wish the past few trials.
“Put me down!” You yelled, legs and arms flailing in the air, you didn’t want to be hooked, you just wanted to be killed and sent back to the campfire. But when you passed a hook, the struggling stopped, and when you looked down, you recognised that belt... those pants... that leather jacket; you stopped breathing for a second, realising Frank was taking you to the boiler room. You stayed still until Frank put you back on your feet, keeping you against the wall, arms on either side of your smaller frame, as if you were going to run away from him, which you weren’t.
He didn’t speak, just the muffled heavy panting from the other side of his mask.
“What do you want?” You spat with a harsh tone, you were still mad at him about what had happened in the last trial, he didn’t need to brutally kill Jake in front of you like that, snatching him out of your hand in the exit gate with his knife.
Still, nothing left his mouth.
More uncomfortable silence passed, he finally spoke, and it was not what you were expecting him to say. “My mouth? Or my fingers?”
Your eyebrows screwed together, looking up at his mask, “What?”
“You heard me...” His hand stroked the inside of your thigh causing you to suck in a breath of air, “You want my mouth? Or my fingers?”
You didn’t want him at all, you were too angry at him. “I don’t want to do this today.” You tried to leave but Frank slammed you back against the wall, his hand going back underneath your skirt, brushing over your underwear, you tried your best to hold in your moan, but it was useless, anytime he touched you, you couldn’t contain it.
“If you don’t want this, why are you moaning?” You just knew he was smirking under that mask.
You groaned, frowning at him, “Take off the mask.”
Frank chuckled, “You want my mouth?”
You shook your head, “I want both...” Frank’s fingers already dipping into your underwear, gently brushing over where you wanted him, “Fuck,” You hissed, “both, please...”
He chuckled and removed his mask, giving you a cheeky grin before leaning in to kiss you, but you turned your head away – just because you were letting him touch you didn’t mean you wanted to let him worm his way back in completely, you had to make one point at least.
“No? Fine.” Frank was on his knees before you could speak, bloody nails digging into your thighs, underwear being pulled down your legs and tossed to the side. Your head smacked against the brick wall the second Frank’s tongue was between your legs.
Small whimpers escaped your lips as Frank sucked on your clit, and then he did something you were not at all prepared for by slipping two fingers inside of you, you were already soaking wet. You tried to grab onto something to keep your balance, but nothing was around the two of you apart from steaming hot pipes, your hands instead aimlessly running up and down the wall.
His fingers and tongue didn’t slow down and you felt yourself already drawing close to the edge, your hands coming around the front and holding onto the killer in front of you who was making you feel so damn good, fingers running through and pulling at his hair causing him to groan, the vibrations causing a chill to run up your spine.
Frank stopped whatever he was doing with his mouth that was causing you to fall apart, fingers still pumping in and out of you, he was laughing cockily, “Aw, your legs are trembling, does it feel that good?”
You tried to speak, but it was all incoherent, you were a complete mess, “Floor...”
Frank moved away from you slightly, allowing you to lay yourself on the cold, concrete ground of the boiler room, luckily the sound of the whistling pipes covered up most of the noise that was happening down here. He looked at you with dark eyes, you grumbled something before leaning on your elbows to look at him. “What the fuck are you wait–” Hands squeezing your thighs, he dived down, his tongue slipping into your folds, choked breaths leaving your lips as you fell flat against the ground. “Don’t stop...” You begged, “I’m gonna come...” Fingers slipping their way into your heat, his lips sucking and occasionally gently biting down onto your clit.
You were feeling a rush of adrenaline you’d never felt before, and that was saying a lot since your whole life involved being chased by sociopathic killers now. One hand gripped onto Frank’s messy brown hair, the other reaching out for god knows what, landing on a scorching hot pipe, you cried out in pain but were quickly overthrown by how good the man between your legs was making you feel. “Frank, I can’t...”
He removed his mouth from your heat with one last lick, smirking down at the mess he’d created below him, faces now inches apart, fingers still working, “Come for me.” Brushing your hair out the way with his spare hand so he’d have access to your neck, he began sucking on the spot, making sure to leave a few marks before you went back to the campfire. “You’ve been so good, come for me, baby.” You’d given in; yes, you were mad at him, you were so very angry and upset with him, but he had this unexplainable power over you, and you fucking hated it. Your mouth connected with his and you kissed him so gently, moaning into his mouth as you finally got your release, eyes tightly shut when the kiss came to an end, a tear running down the side of your face, and frankly, you didn’t know if it was from the pleasure or because you were still angry and now ashamed of how easily you’d given in.