Dead by Delight: Dbd x reader

Legion (Frank Morrison) x reader (nsfw)

Legion (Frank x gender ambiguous reader)

NSFW, this is a lemon, Frank really can't get his hand off of you :^) some mild cursing but still, no reading if you're under 18 years old!

You were running, sweat rolling on your skin, wind whipping on your face and making you squint your eyes, tears in their corners as the ambiant cold was making you weak and vulnerable. You could hear him right behind you, frenzied footsteps following yours. You couldn't go on like this anymore, you were reaching your limits.

You cried out when he abruptly lunged at you from behind, making you fall on the muddy ground. His weight was keeping you there, your exhausted body not even able to resist him.

"Frank dammit !" You growled, clearly out of breath from your poursuit session.

He chuckled at your reaction, uncaring as ever toward your now muddy clothes and skin.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," he said, his own breathing shaky and uneven, but not from the run, "you just look so good, even drenched in dirt you look hot..."

You wanted to show some more spunk and anger toward him but his words were affecting you. You blushed awkwardly, glad that he at least made sure of not being seen by any other survivors as he hooked them all. You don't know for how long you had fallen for one another, but the two of you had a routine when you both ended in a trial. He would try extra hard to kill the three other survivors and keep you for last... He just loved the idea of running after you like an actual chase, it was fullfilling a very strong desire to him, playing the "hunter and prey" was definetely his thing.

His hands were busily groping your body, one on your shoulder to make sure you were staying put, the other squeezing the back of your right thigh, right under your butt cheek. You were warm and sweaty from the chase, but you could tell you were starting to get another type of heat forming in your body. You whined, wriggling so very lightly under his touch.

"Fuck you look so hot..."

It seems like you weren't the only one getting riled up, you gasped as he started rubbing his clothed erection to your ass, your legs trembling and his hands getting more and more impatient as seconds passed, caressing and groping all the skin he could reach.

"Frank..." you moaned, already feeling needy and helpless as he groaned appreciatively in response, "you really wanna do this here..?"

"Why not?"

He hastily got rid of your pants and undergarments, you whined as the cold air hit you like a brick, but Frank was kind enough to not leave you hanging for long, his hands working their magic as he inserted a finger into you.

"Frank, my knees are going to hurt like hell..."

He chuckled, adding another finger to make you moan and buck into him.

"Don't worry, I'll be extra careful baby."

You gasped as he stopped forcing you to lay down and instantly put his face to your quivering sex, his warm breath caressed your flushed skin, his mouth all too eager to pleasure you and heck, you were already so needy you didn't even notice he got rid of his mask already. His tongue and lips were like fire on your aching sex, his fingers still pumping into you in a slow and torturing rhythm, working you up deliciously toward an orgasm and oh boy, was he getting turned on by the control he had on you and the satisfying noise you made. He abruptly stopped his movements, panting like crazy and hastily removing his own pants. You groaned, unsatisfied that he didn't finish the job, but the sound of his belt and zipper made you turn your head to have a glimpse of him.

He looked so good, his pants barely above his knees, his erection nice and thick, already leaking with precum. His gaze was focused on you and you only, eyes burning with desire and sweat glistening on his skin. You stared at the tatoo on his throat, you really wish you could kiss and lick it at the moment because hell, he was so sexy and looked so predatory when he was looking at you like this.

"Sorry baby, I couldn't wait any longer."

He smiled at his own teasing, helping you stand up from the ground. You would have felt gross in any other circumstances, covered in mud, some grass and butt naked, but he was here with you, and just as he had his eyes only for you, you had eyes only for him. He smirked at you, bringing you to him, embracing you in a possessive hug and finally ravishing your lips and tongue with a kiss that only him had the secret. He always left you breathless and hungry for more and as you were both playing with your tongues, he pushed you gently toward a tree. When the kiss finally stopped, he squeezed your butt hungrily, devouring you with his eyes.

"Hold on tight."

You immediatelly got the message and circled your legs around him, shuddering as his dick rubbed against your awaiting opening. Your arms were securely wrapped around his neck, his own arms holding you tightly by your thighs.

"You sure you're ready?" He asked, clearly amused by your craving for him.

"God, Frank, please!"

He let out a laugh with a playful "as you wish" and finally he entered you, making you throw your head backward, hitting the tree behind you but you could care less. He smelled of sweat, blood and forest and somehow it felt like an addictive smell to you. You shuddered as he started a rough pace right away, hitting spots inside of you that made you cry out and beg for more.

He was just like his trials, ruthless, unrelenting and mostly, terribly effective. You could feel yourself nearly releasing, watching him with half lidded eyes. You were oogling his tatoo and this time you couldn't help it, you placed your mouth on his sweaty throat, licking it eagerly and kissing it.

"Fuck you're so tight..."

You could tell he was gritting his teeth, his orgasm probably awaiting too. He groaned as you sucked gently on the sensitive skin of his neck and slamed you a bit harshly on the tree, making you gasp in both slight pain and pleasure. He apparently decided he had enough of your treatment and that it was time to pay back again. He hungrily bit and suck your neck, to the point of leaving numerous hickey and small bruises as always, to show that you were with him. At this point you were a moaning mess, your face beat red and his own a bit flushed, his breathing irregular and deep. With one final slam you finally clenched around him, your embrace on him growing tighter and your cries of pure pleasure drank by his own mouth as he kissed you once again.

He came after a few more thrust, a growl escaping him as you felt yourself being filled by his cum, making you sigh contently. After you both came back from your high he finally let your legs go, your feet touching the ground shakily. He still had his arms around you, holding you tight.

"Frank..."

"Hm?"

"My back is killing me."

He chuckled, a nice sound that made you feel butterfly in your stomach.

"I will make it up to you, no worries."

Yay so just so you know I usually never show my snfw stuff... but hey I try right ? Hope you like this depiction of Frank, tell me if you wanna request something :)