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I'ma just *slurps up the meal*

Call Me [read on ao3 or under the cut! ♡]

Pairing: Danny Johnson x Trans Masc reader (he/him pronouns)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, very mild breeding kink, knifeplay, cock/cunt used to describe the reader’s junk

Length: 4676 words

“Fuck,” Danny grunted into the phone, his voice low and forced. From sound alone, you can tell how he’s holding himself. It doesn’t take much imagination to envision the way his jaw strained, his eyebrows pulled down in the middle. “Wanna slide right into that cunt, fuck. Know you’d be so wet, such a fucking slut for me.”

Historically speaking, you’ve never been into dirty talk. It always sounded stiff, the guy talking to you usually too unsure of himself to sound even remotely sexy. But god, did it feel different with Danny. His deep voice, the rough edge around each syllable, and the naturally monotone way he spoke has always been enough to drive you crazy, ever since the first ‘hello.’

“Maybe I’d suck on that pretty fucking cock too, gotta make sure my baby’s nice and hard before I fuck him, right?”

It’s easy to picture how he’d look, looking up at you with his dark, dilated eyes. Holding your gaze as he worked your cock in his mouth. You bite down on your lower lip, stifling a groan at the sparks of pain that follow.

The laugh that comes through the receiver is rough and hoarse, sending a shiver of delight up your spine. “Don’t hide from me, angel. I already know how much of a whore you are,” Another laugh rasps through. “Everyone knows how you act at the bar after a few drinks, fucking brat. Drooling for attention, dancing around like you’re asking for it. Giving a show to everyone.”

“Yours,” You gasp, your voice just a touch away from sounding desperate. It’s the truth, afterall, but Danny already knows it. You both know that he’s the only one you’d let touch you, the only one you want to touch you. “Just yours.”

“And don’t fucking forget it.” Danny’s voice drops into a growl, making you whimper. “I’m the only one who gets you like this. You’re fucking mine, baby. Mine and mine alone.”

Another gasp falls from your lips, nodding your head even though you know he can’t see. Your cock is hard and aching, but you move your fingers away from where you’ve been circling it, going lower and lower until you reach your entrance.

“Danny…” You groan, squeezing your eyes shut as you wait for him to keep talking, to keep bringing you closer to the edge.

“You’ve got no idea how crazy it makes me to see how people look at you. Makes me wanna put a collar on you, fucking let everyone know who you belong to.” There’s a grunt from the other side of the phone, slick noises punctuating every breath Danny takes. “Or maybe the next time you wanna act like a whore, I’ll make you wear that little red dress in your closet. You know the one, don’t you?”

You groan out a noise of confirmation, chest swelling up when he hums in approval.

“I’ll bring you out to Walleyes with me after work, and I’ll fuck you in the bathroom. I know how dirty sluts like you want it, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to fill you up real good before sending you off to dance. Without your panties, of course. Gotta see if you can keep my come in without it dripping out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know I would. Letting everyone know how fucking good I breed my baby.”

Your hole clenches around nothing, desperately seeking out something to fill it as Danny spews filth into your ear. Pretending it’s Danny, you slowly push in a single digit. It’s not nearly enough to satisfy, but that’s nothing you aren’t used to.

Adding another finger gives you a bit of a stretch, but it pales in comparison to how Danny’s fingers would feel. His hand dwarfs yours, his fingers long and thick and perfect for curling up at just the right angle.

“S’not enough.” You groan as you thrust into yourself, but it’s hardly a groan of pleasure.

“What’s not enough?”

“My fingers, it’s-” Another groan comes from your lips, but this time it’s filled with frustration. You’ve been pent up all day, even though you just saw Danny the night before. And yet you still can’t satisfy yourself. Not by yourself, anyway.

You know you could come in a matter of minutes if you really wanted to. From your fingers pressed against your cock. It’s how you usually get off, rubbing one out quickly. Rarely do you try and fuck yourself, only dipping down to collect some of your wet and use it to make your cock nice and slick to finish yourself off.

But those orgasms are bland. Fun, of course, but not what you really want. You want the thigh shaking, eye rolling, screaming orgasm that you know can only come from being properly fucked.

Little tears of frustration well up in your eyes as you adjust your hips, trying and failing to find a better angle. “It’s just not enough.”

“Baby,” Danny coos mockingly, his deep voice vibrating through the phone. “You don’t have anything else to fill you up? No toys?”

Your first instinct is to snap back at him, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue instead. It’s embarrassing, how needy you feel. But your desire’s rolling off of you in waves of heat, and it’s a thirst you can’t quench on your own.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You mumble, pressing the side of your face into your pillow. “S’not my fault…”

“Are you pouting?” Danny’s voice is a shade away from being more condescending than you can bear, his tone unlawfully sweet. You can tell he’s talking through a grin. “Fucking yourself while pouting? Fuck, angel. You’re too much.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Your voice cracks halfway through the sentence, but it’s not from the way you're grinding your hips. The lump in your throat and the tears in your eyes don’t do anything but make you feel stupid, so fucking stupid that a part of you wants to hang up right then and there. As delicious as his voice is, you crave your boyfriend’s touch more than phone sex.

“Darling, are you crying?”

You sniffle, shaking your head. You’re too far gone, too lost in your head to realize he won’t be able to see you. After a moment, you hear Danny chuckle. It’s too much, your face is burning something fierce and you can’t handle anymore embarrassment. With a click, you hang up the phone, pulling your fingers out of yourself and cramming your face properly into the pillow.

A minute passes in silence, before you hear the sound of your phone trilling next to you. You pick it up before it can get to the second ring, fully ready to apologize for acting like such a baby. It was supposed to be a sexy thing, not something so dramatic.

“Danny?”

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You roll over, facing the ceiling with a pinched expression. “I-“

“I’ll be over in thirty.”

“Minutes?” You sit completely upright, clutching onto your phone like a vice.

“Be ready for me, Angel. ”

Your heart jolts in your chest when the line cuts out, and you immediately drop your phone back onto the receiver. You slap your hand over your face, covering up the grin that’s started to grow.

You didn’t expect Danny to be so… down? Especially so late at night, when he has work in the morning, nonetheless. Jumping off the bed, you rush to your dresser, grabbing the folded robe on top of it.

You slip your arms through the sleeves before turning to face the mirror, eyes darting across your body. It’s a simple little thing, something vintage and pretty that caught your eye when you were shopping for clothes a while back. It’s light blue, made from silky satin that hardly reaches your upper thighs and delicate white lace that kisses the hem of the fabric. You tie the robe shut at the small of your waist, looping the sash into a messy bow at the front.

There’s a knock at your door the second you finish looking yourself over, making you nearly jump out of your skin in surprise. You leave your bedroom in a rush, but as you pass by the living room to get to the front door, you pause. Licking your lips, you shoot a glance towards the grandfather clock. Hardly five minutes had passed since he called you.

There was no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place that fast. The excitement in your chest pops, deflating like a sad balloon as you approach the front door, leaning forward with your hands against the wood. When you look through the keyhole, you frown. There’s no one in sight.

“Probably just kids messing around…” You murmur, fiddling with sash at your waist.

But before you can turn away from the door, something leather slams over your mouth, and your cheek is being shoved up against the wood. You try to kick back at whoever grabbed you, but it’s no use. They have an iron grip, and all fighting back gets you is their front shoved against your back, holding you tight against the front door.

You can’t move your hands with the way they’ve been trapped between your body and the door, no matter how hard you struggle against it. They release your mouth, but you’re still too stunned to speak. It’s only then, when you feel the sharp end of a blade press against your thigh, that you realize how vulnerable you are.

“My boyfriend’s gonna be home any minute now.” You grit out as they put the tip of their knife against your sensitive inner thigh. They press hard, hard enough to break skin if you don’t open your legs wider, so you’re forced to move with it. “He’s big and tall and he’ll-“ You’re breath hitches as the person behind you trails the knife up, getting closer and closer to the space between your legs. “He’s a scary motherfucker and he’ll fucking kill you if you touch me!” Your voice breaks as you shout, and to your surprise, the person actually pulls the knife away.

The chuckle that comes next, low and familiar, surprises you as well.

“A ‘scary motherfucker’?” It’s Danny’s voice that greets you, his lips kissing the shell of your ear as he speaks. “Hmm. I guess I am.”

“Danny,” You breathe out, the fear leaving your body like a tidal wave. “What the fuck are you-“

One of his gloved hands cuts you off again before you can finish your sentence, pressing tight against your mouth. His other hand slides eagerly between your legs, slipping inside you without warning.

“You know I don’t like being hung up on.” His voice was far from what you were familiar with, low and grating in your ear. The laugh that follows it equally as foreign. “Ha… should’ve know that you’d get wet from that, fucking slut.”

Like you’re any better, you try to growl, but the leather trapping your mouth makes it impossible to speak, your words coming out in muffled irritation instead.

He laughs, kicking your legs further apart with one of his heavy boots. With a slick sound that makes you blush, he removes his fingers from your slit.

The zipper on his pants hardly makes a noise as he frees himself, but it’s enough to make you press back against him by instinct alone. He moves his hand away from your mouth, pressing his palm against your upper back instead, keeping you pinned to the wall.

You gasp out- something warm and hard pressing up against your entrance. He laughs as he slots his cock between your thighs, right up against your sex, dragging the head along your hardness.

“Danny,” You moan, arching your back and wiggling your hips, hoping to angle it just enough so that he slips inside of you. He’s never taken you like this before, even though you know he’s wanted to, and the rush of it nearly makes your head spin.

“Hmm?” He asks, voice terribly calm for the situation. “What is it? Do you wanna stop?” And just as easily as he started, he pulls back. Grunting a bit before the zipper on his pants is pulled back up. “C’mere.”

You want to cry all over again, so desperately close to getting what you need and yet so far all the same.

“I didn’t mean sto-“

You cut yourself off with a noise of surprise as he grabs you by the hair, pulling you around harshly and forcing you to face him. After he lets go, he takes a few steps back, leather boots thudding heavy against the wooden floor.

You open your mouth, but whatever words you want to say die on your tongue as he reaches out, touching your cheek. The back of his knuckles brush delicately against your cheekbone.

Your stomach does somersaults as he looks you over, taking your body in full. His hand moves down, tracing the outline of your waist through the robe. You can hardly feel his touch, but it makes you shiver all the same.

“I must be the luckiest guy,” Danny murmurs as he takes hold of the end of the bow tying your robe together, slowly pulling it until it comes undone. He lets your robe fall open, the night air cool on your front, and slips his hand inside the fabric to stroke your hip. “To have such a pretty baby.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the praise, but Danny doesn’t let it slide. He takes you by the chin, the pad of his gloved thumb stroking the skin under your lower lip.

“You know that, right?” He nods your head for you, gently tilting your head up and down. You open your eyes, brows slightly furrowed, only to meet his smile. “There we go, pretty thing. Always so ready for me… Always so good…”

You push up on your tiptoes, pressing yourself further into Danny’s touch. You don’t say a word as you slip your hands under his leather jacket, running along the fabric of his shirt before going under it as well. Your lips quirk up when you feel his abdomen tighten, straining with the muscle you already know is there. You trail one of your hands down, letting a stray finger hook into his belt loop.

“Rode all this way,” You murmur, ignoring the way your gut squirms with confusion. There’s no way Danny could’ve gotten to your place so fast, not even if he was speeding the whole way. “And you won’t even kiss me…”

Danny snorts, his hand turning tight on your hip, gripping you hard. “That’s all you want?” He leans down to press his lips against yours, so soft it makes your heart ache.

It’s the contrast with him. The push and pull. So hot and eager one minute, yet so cold and distant the next. But his lips are sweet and kind against yours, and you can’t bring yourself to pick at the scabs of question that litter your relationship with him.

When he pulls back, his voice is rough against your mouth, lips moving like butterfly kisses against yours. “Just one kiss?”

You unzip his jeans in response, nipping at his lower lip when he chuckles.

“Mmhm. That’s what I thought.”

In a quick motion, Danny wraps one arm under your thigh and the other tight around your waist, hoisting you up like you weigh nothing. You nearly yelp at him, your hands slipping out from under his shirt. Before you have the chance to respond, he has your back pressed up against the door once again.

He kisses you with ferocity you’ve never felt from another. Licking into your open mouth, he waits for you to moan before biting down on your lower lip. You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking down when he sinks his teeth down into it again.

Danny works his way down from your lips, sucking dark bruises on your neck and jawline. You gasp and let go of his hair, grabbing onto the back of his neck instead.

“Danny,” You try to speak but the second you start, he’s biting down hard. Right under your jawline, where he knows you’re most sensitive, making you melt into a gasping mess.

He pulls back by a fraction, leaving his lips to rest against the mark he’s made. You can feel the smile on his lips when he speaks, low and so gravely that you swear you can feel it thrumming through your throat. “What was that?”

You laugh, something that starts out soft but turns breathless once he replaces his lips with his tongue. “Choke me,” You rush, as if you’re worried you might forget if he keeps going. The tongue on your neck disappears, and doubt flashes in your mind. “If you want.” You clarify, just as fast. “You can if you want, I mean. I… I don’t mind.”

“Is that right, baby? You don’t mind?”

You nod your head as he adjusts his hips, keeping you stable against the wall so he can pull away from your neck. The look on his face is diabolical, and if you weren’t being held up you’re sure it would be enough to send you to your knees.

“Wanna know what I think?”

You lick over your kiss-bitten lips and nod.

“I think my baby’s a fucking freak.” His hand goes around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. You press into the touch, exhaling through your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, butterflies batting their wings in your stomach.

“I just... I-” Your stammer is cut off by the hand on your throat tightening, stopping the words before they can fall from your tongue.

Your eyes widen as Danny leans in, propping up his thigh to keep you up against the wall. His hand slides down then, squeezing the inner of your upper thigh. You know where he’s going, and let out a shaky exhale, wrapping your legs tighter around him in anticipation. When he touches you, you bite your lower lip.

“You’re still dripping,” Danny sing-songs, dragging two fingers through your folds. He avoids your cock, but just him touching you is enough for you to groan. “I’d say you’re even more wet now.”

Your eyes bulge as he flexes his arm muscles, the veins on his forearm straining from the pressure. The ease at which he can cut off your breath should scare you, but all you can process is the heavy, humid heat that’s filling up your mind. You don’t struggle for breath, you don’t need to yet, but you do open your mouth when he squeezes even tighter.

“It’s so hot,” He groans, pressing forward until his arm is trapped between both of your chests, and his mouth is panting against your ear. “Feeling how bad you need me,”

If his fist wasn’t wrapped around your throat, you would’ve whined. You can feel his heavy puffs of air on the side of your face, and how his chest moves with every ragged breath. You tilt your hips up, trying to get him to move his fingers down. You’ve been waiting so long, and all you want is to feel him inside you. But he just chuckles, presses closer, stilling your hips.

“Desperate,” Danny rasps. “Fucking slut, can’t come unless I’m inside you?”

Your cheeks burn, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You’re nearly spaced out, your head beginning to spin from the lack of oxygen.

“So fucking wet for it, so wet for me,” He inhales shakily, like he’s trying to pull himself together, before letting you breathe again.

You suck in a deep breath, head spinning from the sudden rush of oxygen. He keeps his hand on your throat, not tight enough to choke, but just enough to serve as a reminder of what he could do. Danny presses further up against you, crushing you into the door as he slips a digit inside your heat.

“Oh,” You groan as he adds another, curling them upwards as his thumb starts to massage your cock. “Danny,”

He doesn’t respond, too far gone to speak as he watches you. His eyes are dark and open wide, with an unfamiliar, wild glint in them. The way he works you feels the same, rough and fast, almost in time with his heavy pants.

“You’re driving me crazy,” He grunts, squeezing your neck. “Having you like this-” he cuts himself off with a deep inhale before pulling out completely.

Before you have the time to complain, he’s grabbing you by the hips again, walking a few feet over to the kitchen table, and slamming you down onto it. Your back thuds when it hits the old wood, your eyes wide with shock. He shoves your legs apart, grabbing you by the thighs so he can drag you closer to him.

The skillful way he unbuckles and unzips his pants could almost seem calm if it wasn’t betrayed by the near frantic look in his eyes. He only gets his jeans undone enough to pull his cock out before grabbing you again, pulling until your ass is almost hanging over the table, and thrusting into you.

You can’t be embarrassed by the noise he drags from your throat, something high and strangled and fuck, you know that if it wasn’t for him stretching you out before, he’s big enough that it would’ve hurt. He doesn’t speak as he thrusts, fucking you as you’ve never been fucked before. He’s like a man on the brink, his hands gripping you hard enough to leave bruises.

There’s a moan stuck in your throat, some words too. An assortment of garbled sentences, but each thrust punches them right out until you’re being pounded into a whining, half-crying mess. He’s hitting all the right places, angling his hips just right, and slamming into you until you see stars.

It’s only after you get close, your thighs shaking and straining with the effort, that Danny grabs your throat, squeezing hard as he slows down his thrusts. “If I had my way, I’d keep you like this all the time.”

You swallow back another moan, your eyes still wide when they meet his.

“So wet and open, like you were fucking made for me.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust, hard and slow. His hand turns to a fist, cutting off your airflow. “Gonna give you what you need, gonna take good care of my baby,” Danny moves his hand from your thigh to your waist, ghosting over your stomach. “And if you’re good, I might even fuck one into you.”

Your back arches as you come, his words are all you need to go right over the edge. Black ebbs away at your vision as Danny fucks you through it, hard and fast, choking you as you writhe on his cock. He’s set the pace now, and keeps it steady even as you come back down into your body. It’s nearly too much, but you can’t find the strength to articulate your words.

His hand leaves your throat, but only to trail down your chest, moving to your navel. His fingers find your cock easily, and you yelp in some sort of mix between pain and pleasure. It’s too much, and you arch your back off the table, shimming your hips, doing anything to escape his touch. It’s fire, his touch. Blinding, painful, but so damn hot you can’t help but crave more.

It lasts for years, the constant mix between pain and pleasure. The digit on your cock only lets up once Danny’s breathing turns to pants, sweat beading on his forehead. His hips stutter, slowing down for a moment before gripping your hips with a sudden, newfound intensity. Your skin pales where he’s applied pressure, slamming you down hard onto his cock.

“Angel,” Danny groans, fucking into you once, twice, three times. He comes with a growl, his eyes never shutting as he rides out his pleasure.

There’s a whine in your throat, spilling from your lips just as he fills you up. You’ve never done this without a condom before, but now that you have, you don’t know how you could ever go back to wrapping it up. He leans back, still inside you, catching his breath. Sucking in greedy lungfuls as you watch, your chest heaving with the same intensity.

When he moves to pull out, you grab both of his wrists, not giving him the option of letting go of your hips.

“Wait,” You murmur, pulling him in closer. There’s no real strength behind it, but Danny humors you all the same. You bring one of his hands up to your cheek and nuzzle into it, peppering a few light kisses on his knuckles.

He leans forward, and you kiss him softly, both of you smiling into it. You free his hands, having gotten what you wanted, and he moves them to trail down your chest, caressing your sides. He leaves one to rest on your belly, the other one moving to the side of your neck.

“You really liked that, huh?” Danny asks quietly, his voice a low whisper against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He huffs, kissing the side of your head in what you can tell is exasperation.

A part of you wishes you could stay like this forever. It makes you feel safe, having Danny surrounding you so fully. It makes you feel loved. But the smarter part of you knows that he has to be up at six tomorrow morning, and you don’t know if he’ll stay once you fall asleep. If you’re already in the bedroom, clinging to him under the covers, he’ll stay the night. But if you doze off on the kitchen table, you know he’ll only tuck you into bed before leaving.

“Bed?” You ask, looking up at Danny with half lidded eyes. You can feel the fondness in his gaze as he stares down at you, waiting a few seconds before nodding.

“Yeah baby. C’mere.”

His hands are gentle as they slide over your body, and you have to stop him before he can try and carry you himself.

“I can walk, you know. I’m not gonna break.” You try to chastise, but a smile breaks through your facade. He grins back, lips spreading to reveal teeth, sharp and as deadly as ever. But his lips are soft, plush against your skin and gentle in a way that is too hard for your muddled mind to try and describe. “You know that first hand.”

Danny slips his arms around you once more, chuckling softly against your skin. “I sure do.” He leans up, taking you into his arms as he straightens out his body. “It’ll take a lot more to break you, darling. I know that first hand.”

He carries you to bed with your face tucked into the crook of his neck and your arms slung loosely around his shoulders, and he only needs one arm to pull back the sheets, keeping the other around your waist, before laying you down and tucking you in.

“Stay?” The space between your thighs is sore, and your voice is hoarse from his hand wrapped around your neck. But you amplify it just a bit, making your voice a bit more gravely than it ought to. You have to stay. you’re trying to convey. Look what you’ve done to me, you can’t just leave me like this.

He shucks off his jeans and jacket before slipping in beside you. Warming your bed like he has all the times before, with his arms around you and his face buried in your hair.

You shut your eyes to the sound of him murmuring, and even though you can’t quite hear what he’s saying, you repeat the words back on instinct.

“Love you too, Danny. Love you forever.”

I'm always a fucker for poly ships, and Joey and Frank!! *Chef kiss*

I am sooooo happy!!! Thank you a million for your writing! I hope I didn't request too much. I do not wish to burn you out. Please take your time. 🙇‍♂️

I would love to request a nsfw oneshot or stories for Poly! Frank x Joey x male reader, if you are okay with that. I imagine that they all just agree to start dating as a boyfriend, and this is their very first night together to do naughty things. 👀

It would be much appreciated to include degradation and marking kink, like how you portrayed Frank and Joey in the headcanon. Extra blood points if there are fluffy aftercare by those two dork 🥺

Again, please only write this if you feel like to. I appreciate your writing so much and I hope you have a wonderful day. 😇

   No worries my sweet anon, I love writing for you so I don't mind. As always thank you for the compliments <3

Joey x Frank X Male Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Very suggestive themes, slight violence, Nsfw

The leaves crunched under Frank’s feet as he began walking into the trial, the sun shining on him as he breathed softly through his mask from the heat.

Frank began walking towards generators, watching them carefully as he looked for other survivors. You on the other hand strolled through the map, feeling a bit mischievous.

Anyone would take the chance to do something other than working on gens, running away, your typical objectives in a trial. Boring, you wanted something different, something more.

As you crouched by a thing of hay, watching your teammate Meg work on a gen you chuckled, pulling out a firecracker near her lighting it causing her to scream and blow up the gen. 

“Hey what are you doing!? Now we’re both gonna get caught because of you!” You couldn't care less what Meg had to say, nobody really cared for her anyway, including you. If anything it’s payback for all the times she left you and your friends to fend for yourselves.

“Oh calm down, learn to live a little”  you said as Meg scoffed at you in response, as both your heartbeats began to pump. 

Meg took off within an instant, you watched as you chuckled to yourself.

You watched as the killer approached the gen, your eyes fluttering as you saw who it was, Frank from the legion. You felt your face warm up as you got lost staring at him. 

As soon as Frank kicked the gen he looked in your direction, noticing your cute demeanor you were giving off. He smirked under his mask, looking at you with the same loving stare. 

Frank lifted up his mask before speaking. “You need something pretty boy?” having a smirk on his face. 

You blushed as you pointed in the direction Meg ran to. “She ran that way, i’ll be happy to speak to you again once it’s just the two of us” you said, relaxing your eyes to let him know what exactly you wanted from him, having a certain someone else in your mind too.

Frank let out a small chuckle, winking at you. “Sure thing, gorgeous~” he pulled down his mask, walking over to the direction you pointed towards. 

You leaned against the wood next to you, already getting turned on as you felt yourself harden within seconds. “Ah shit-” you mumbled. You couldn't help the feelings that hit you, that wink, that smirk, goddamn were you head over heels over Frank and his handsome, hot significant other Joey. 

You sighed, covering your eyes with your arm. You wanted them both so bad, no, no this isn't a want this is a need. You can’t control yourself, every time you see them, their frame making you crave their bodies against you, their deep, dark voices sending shivers down your spine as they degrade the survivors with insults.

You sat down, trying your best to compose yourself as Frank slaughtered your team with no effort. Sure they’ll be upset with you once you get back but did you care? Hell fucking no. 

A night with Joey and Frank is all you wanted. They’ll get over it anyway, they always do. 

The sound of the hatch closing could be heard as Frank approached you, kneeling down to your level as he slid his mask aside once again. 

“Look at you, willing to sacrifice your friends just to talk to me? Naughty, naughty” he said while grinning and tilting his head to the side.

You blushed, trying your hardest not to blurt out how madly in love you were with him and his partner. That’d be mad, he could kill you right on the spot if you were to say that.

Frank chuckled as he suddenly gripped your hair with a tight grasp, pulling your ear towards his mouth by your hair. “I know you want us just as bad as we want you so meet us at the red forest, yeah?” you looked up at him before you spoke “course~” 

He grinned once more, roughly letting go of your hair, walking away.

You smiled, as you sat up beginning to walk to the exit, blushing and taking sharp breaths as your realization hit you. Frank and Joey want you?? All this time fantasizing about them and they actually feel the same? It really is a dream come true. 

As you appeared back to the campfire you silently stepped into the trail leading to the red forest,  not wanting to draw any attention to yourself as you knew your previous team would be waiting to lecture you.

As you walked on the trail the sound of crickets, owls could be heard. You watched as the moonlight shined down on you. The view of fireflies lighting up around you made you feel happy, excited. The scene was almost too perfect for the three of you.

As you entered the red forest you looked around, seeing nobody in sight. You sighed thinking they were toying with you and made you walk here just to make fun. Hell it’s the legion Afterall, you never know what to expect.

That’s what you had thought, until you felt a pair of slim hands trail up your waist, giving your hips a tight squeeze, as you let out a soft moan from the feeling.

“Hey, Frank told me all about you, and how gorgeous you are. He wasn’t lying either” You realized it was Joey, blushing as you looked up at him. 

“H-hi Joey” you said shyly, admiring his features as you grinded against him ever so slightly. You couldn't help yourself. You were madly in love and needed him. 

“Hi baby” he said, smiling at you, grinding his cock into you with the same rhythm you did, earning small huffs and wines from you. Just him grinding against you felt good, oh how it'll feel once he’s inside.

“Having fun without me already?” Frank shouted, appearing from the shadows of the trees.

Joey gently let go of you as he walked towards Frank, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a sweet kiss on the lips. 

“There you are, I missed you my handsome man” Joey said, smiling softly at Frank. Frank smiled back at him, giving him a few smooches on his lips back. “Awh look at you, you’re so cute. I love you so” he said, as he touched noses with Joey. 

You were in complete awh, they’re absolutely perfect for each other, hoping you were the piece that glued everything together. 

Joey held his hand out to you, as you grabbed it he pulled you in between the both of them. Joey was pressed up behind you once more as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sliding down your shirt so he could kiss your shoulders too. 

Frank was in front of you, grinding your cocks together as he started making out with you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. “Mm you taste so good~” Frank said, still kissing you as you felt the vibration in your mouth. 

Frank pulled away watching as the saliva string that connected you both dropped on the grass beneath you both. Frank winked at you before grabbing Joey’s chin, kissing him in that same passionate, suggestive way, pulling away as he spoke, face inches away from Joey's. 

“He tastes good right?” Joey nodded, grabbing your neck tightly as he kissed you too, exploring your mouth, similar but yet so different from Frank. As he pulled away he bit your bottom lip, smirking after.

“Yeah really fucking good” Joey said, releasing your throat as you looked back at Frank, immediately seeing the lust in his eyes.

Joey saw it too, letting you go as Frank began to manhandle you to the bedroom in the cabin. Joey followed close behind as he bent you on the table in the bedroom, taking you doggy style while Frank stood in front of you.

Joey teased your entrance with his tip at first, rubbing his cock on the outside of your entrance as he began pushing inside you. “A-ah Joey please~” you let out a cute moan causing a chuckle from Joey as he grabbed your waist, letting you adjust to his size as he slowly began to pound into you. 

You were a moaning mess, the way he grabbed your waist and used you like a fucktoy had precum oozing from your cock. 

Frank roughly grabbed your hair once more as he pulled his boxers down and pressed his tip on your lips, teasing you. 

“You were such a bitch to your teammates today, letting them die just to get fucked by us? How pathetic” Joey chuckled at what Frank said to you, joining in with him. 

“Bet your little survivor friends hate you huh? The little bitch boy traitor” he said, laughing in between groans and huffs of pleasure. 

“I- ah~” you couldn't even speak if you wanted to, the way Joey stretched you out and hit all the right places had you clawing the table, wanting nothing more than to be in this position forever. 

Frank began to push his cock in your mouth, tugging on your hair as you licked, and sucked all his sensitive veins. He contorted his chest and abs as you sucked him off so perfectly. “God fucking damn what a little brat” Frank said, getting cut off by his own groans. 

Joey and Frank kissed each other a few times while they both fucked you senseless,  you could feel both of them were getting close by how their cocks twitched, breaths of air becoming quick.

Joey pounded into you as he came, filling you up with his seed as he huffed and groaned from the stimulation. 

Frank fucked your mouth hard and fast, having no mercy on you. As he came inside your mouth he whined and panted, ruffling  your hair as he released you from his grasp, pulling out of your mouth.

“C'mon what do you say baby? Let’s mark him like a little slut” Frank said to joey, grabbing your chin to look up at him. “He’s way too cute not to” Joey nodded, pulling your body close to his as he lightly continued to pound into you, leaning back a bit. 

Frank got closer to you, kissing your stomach and waist line. Smirking against your skin as he did this. He bit everywhere he could that was pleasurable for you, sucking and kissing you like you were a god. 

Joey did the same as he marked up your neck and shoulders, earning soft moans from you. 

Joey panted as he came again, not as much but enough to have you tearing up from how good it felt, you've never experienced such pleasurable sex until now. He pulled out, kissing your cheek as he held you up, after all there's no way you could walk after tonight. 

Frank began cleaning you up with a soft towel he saved in the room, gently cleaning you off and offering you some of his clothes to wear, pjs to be exact. Joey hugged you from behind, running his hands up your sides to help you calm down from your high. 

Once everyone had changed out their clothes Joey threw them in a basket, picking you up softly (bridal style) as he stared at you, moving loose strands of hair out your face. 

“You’re so cute y’know?” Joey said, carrying you to the bed as he softly placed you down on it, snuggling behind you and giving soft kisses on your ear. 

You were too tired to answer, but that’s ok cause Frank answered for you. “He better know how cute he is, I wouldn't have let him romance me otherwise. So adorable” he said before snuggling in front of you, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzled your hair.

You fell asleep almost instantly as Joey pulled the blanket over the three of you.

“Goodnight my loves” Joey said as he smiled at both you and Frank. “And goodnight to my pretty boyfriends” Frank said back, earning a quiet chuckle from Joey. 

The midnight crickets could be heard, making you all fall into a deep, deep sleep.