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Games in the Dark. | K.H.J

pairing: yan-demon! hongjoong x f virgin! reader

wordcount: 11.5k

genre: demon au, virgin!reader, oneshot/smut.

synopsis: He was happy when he had a friend to play with at night. He loved to watch you tremble under your blankets hoping you were invisible yet you weren’t, he could always see you. You’re much older now and you guys haven’t played in a while, he wants to play again. But he’s getting quite tired of hide and seek. Tonight he wants to play tag and he’s it.

warning: smut (penetration, oral, foreplay.) , VERY DARKKKKK, hongjoong has no morals, virginity lost, DUBCON, smacking, passing out, slapping, fingering, oral (f), spanking, orgasm control, begging, forest sex, dirty sex, 18+ subjects, prey/predators vibes, dirty talk, foul language, mentions of throw up, overstimulation, creepy hongjoong, he psychotic, mentions of childhood trauma + trauma in general, creampie, cum play, cum eating, hair pulling, different positions, multiple orgasm, reader cries a lot but can we blame her?

A/N: this so late yall lol T.T but anyways this is definitely more a darker oneshot than i did before, ughh yeah 11k words hope you guys like it, i’ll be re-editing later on lol so just be aware this isn’t proof read fully!! so sorry if there are any misspells or anything of the sort! thank you for all the notes and follows! i’ll get to request after the series is done!! ^_^ i appreciate it sm it makes me happy u guys like what i write

song to listen to:

the game - motörhead

we belong together - ritchie valens

“Check under the bed.” The little girl said in a tiny voice, fist gripping the sheets in fear.

“Sweetie, I did that four times already along with the closet and the shelves.”

The young girl tenses when she notices her mother going to turn off the light. “Mommy…please can you leave the light on.”

“Silly, you know I can’t do that, everything will be okay. Me and daddy are right down the hall.” The lady laughs half heartedly at her daughter’s request. Her new found fear of the dark started to kick in, just like other kids her age.

The girl watched her mom turn off the light and close the door leaving her completely alone in the darkness. The shapes of her room messed with her eyesight as her wide fearful eyes looked everywhere for the creature she was most afraid of. Pulling the covers closer to her face she squeezed her eyes shut trying to force herself to sleep so morning light could come quicker. Minutes passed and her heart began to calm down when she figured maybe it was her mind playing with her the whole time and her young self couldn’t understand it yet.

Until the squeak of her closet door opening rang through the air.

Then it’s silent but she knows he’s there, always watching her, trembling under her blanket afraid of what he would do. Her heart began to beat fast while she desperately wanted to call out to her mom to come save her but her fear kept her in a freeze like state.

“It’s disrespectful to not greet your friends.” The monster evil voice airs through the room when he steps out the closet, slowly dragging every second on.

He watches the little girl hide herself under her covers and dig deeper into the bed wanting to disappear from the monster taunting her every night in the dark. Making everything much scarier than it was. At first it was fun hide and seek, the game was harmless and fun Hongjoong loved coming up to play games with the young girl. Then one day the young five year old couldn’t help recite a curse word she heard in her kindergarten class from a boy who said it.

At first it was just the soul he needed, he needed a pure, innocent soul. When he was called upon by the grief of your mother when your father had died in the car accident he made a deal with her. A deal that was perfect for him when he saw your mothers swollen belly holding the piece of light that was you. He needed your light and he couldn’t let anyone dim his light.

It was never his first intention to let his demonic side take over. He didn’t want his evil side to get in the way but he didn’t have much self control ever, he let himself get taken over by anger from the word leaving the young girl's mouth forming into her darkest nightmares. Traumatizing her by showing the child what would soon be her greatest nightmare. The hollow empty eye socket he had, the sharp pointed teeth that ripped through his mouth and jaw leaking his black blood all over his white suit—the white suit he always wore, the way his body cracked in different forms screaming at her that night to never repeat that word while she screamed for her mother. After that the child never wanted to see him again and she avoided him for days. It upset him, so he continued to taunt her at night, terrorizing the young child.

“Look at me!” He yelled throughout the room forcing the room to feel as if it was shaking, the little girl's eyes shot open when the blanket was ripped from her weak grip. Tears flowed down her chubby cheeks, her bottom lip wobbling at the demonic monster turning into her worst fear in front of her again. Hongjoong examine the child’s appearance, everything screamed fearful it only forced him closer to her. She screamed choked sobs leaving her small chest trying to get away from the man in the white suit but he only moved closer.

“I’m gonna get you, Y/N.”’

Growing up you told your mom and dad about the man in the white suit and how he always scared you at night. They told you it was nightmares and that no one was there. They never believe the stories you told them only coming to you when you screamed late hours at night in terror yet to them it was always another night terror. Sleeping became harder every night until your parents began letting you sleep with them some days that was until they opted for night lights in your room. Night lights plugged into any socket available in your room.

You prevented yourself from seeing him in your life for a while, but everything comes at a price. You lived your entire life filled with fear, fear of the night, fear of what he could do now after all this time of blocking him out. You couldn’t enjoy simple things in life like parties, sleepovers, overnight trips with friends.

Friends, a thing you didn’t have. In elementary it was normal. As you got older you saw your friends call nightlights ‘kiddish’, ‘lame’, resulting in you not going to sleep overs with them and always feeling left out until one day you were left out the whole friend group of kids. It led you to being an outcast, which wasn’t as terrible as others made it out to be, well for you at least. You were always preoccupied with the fear of what if something slipped up and caused him to come back. All you knew was you never wanted to see the man in the white suit ever again.

When highschool came around many things in your life seemed to go wrong. Nightmare’s terrorized your mind daily of the man in the white suit. He had found ways into your head and your dreams, your vision. You saw him in the shadows, the ends of his bright white jacket peeking through showing you he was always there with you, watching you. He appeared more as the years went on until there were days you would look in the mirror and be shocked by the face of him behind you only to be alone in the bathroom, days where you hear his hysterical laugh echoing down your halls.

The torture only pulled down on your mental health, it was seeming to become all too much for your parent’s as well when you’re dad left you and your mom for another family after dealing with your family problems for so long he declared he was simply tired. Your mom always was guilt ridden.

Countless days you tried to figure out why you had to deal with this evil presence. When you were a child you were too young to process what was happening only filled with fear and wanting to escape into the safety of the arms of your mother but as time went on you realized it wasn’t normal, other kids didn’t depend on their nightlights for their life, they didn’t have the memories of those nights when you were forced to endure his frightening appearance—They didn’t go through what you went through.

Your mother never judged you for the way you were, only helping you when it all became too much. Your mom became the only other protector you had besides yourself. She never asked about your dreams, or ever allowed herself to believe maybe they were more than dreams, that maybe they were just memories coming back.

At one point after high school you began to think maybe they were just nightmares, years passing by caused blurred your childhood trauma away in hopes to give you any sort of relief, any hope to move forward and live a normal life.You thought maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, that your fear was taking over you making you believe things that weren’t true, you began believing your mother. It was always a battle between fear and wanting to stop living in it. You never experienced life how others did, you didn’t party, didn’t get to experience relationships and friendships past adolescence. The feeling of being on edge all the time became repetitive and you internally begged yourself to do anything, anything to feel just a bit of life.

Then you created a safety kit, you prepared yourself with flashlights, lighters, matches. You never stayed out late, you never knew if he truly lurked in the dark of the night waiting for you to grab you and take you but you never wanted to test it out so you always would come home when the sun was still present in the sky afraid that the moon wouldn’t protect you. Starting with small places located close by like your favorite cafe you found a little down from your town then venturing to small shops and clothing stores, you never bought a lot, only window shopping as it was something fun to do sometimes and when you found a small bookshop you couldn’t help see how welcoming it was—slowly you began to experience a tiny bit of life. Walking also became a thing you grew fond of doing whilst listening to music to block your thoughts was the favorite part of your bland day, you could imagine another life where you didn’t suffer as you did in your real life.

When you began living the nightmare’s only became worse, more gruesome, more terrifying. You saw his blood everywhere. You were scared to shower the last time you remembered how you closed your eyes and when you opened them you were getting soaked with his black blood from the shower head, how it wouldn't turn off no matter how many times you tried, how it took you your mom to burst in the door for the water to turn clear and make you feel like you were crazy. Snapping you back to reality that he had to be real, he was getting angrier and stronger.

Life always throws signs your way and it’s up to you to take them and decide what to do after. So maybe the strong wind and rain should’ve been enough to force you to stay home but you were determined to have a good day at the local cafe and bookstore. You would simply get your favorite drink and read a nice book in the cozy book store.

You were currently sitting on one of the bean bags in the bookstore, drinking cold and stale as hours went on with you reading. The plush of the bean bag felt so comforting to you, so soft and like a huge marshmallow that had you dozing in and out of sleep. Exhaustion hitting you after not sleeping correctly for the past few weeks, your brain felt as if it was swimming, floating almost, in a sea of sleep. You told yourself a few seconds of you closing your heavy eyes wouldn't hurt, the delusion given to you by your own exhaustion.

“Miss you have to wake up, we’re closing.”

Eye’s shooting open, you stare at the man in confusion, blurriness clouding your eyesight . You don’t remember falling asleep or how long you slept, only that it felt good and needed, you didn’t have any nightmares, no sweaty panicking awakening, the feeling was nice until you noticed your reflection in the glass window. The dark skies almost laugh at you for indulging in your own human needs.

That scary dark sky.

“What time is it?!” Standing up you throw the forgotten book onto the bean bag, quickly looking for your phone and belongings to run home.

“It’s 10:45, we close at 11 o‘clock, But we need guests to leave so we can clean up and place everything back.” He sounds like he’s not trying to rush you but rush you at the same time possibly wanting to get home just as much as you wanted to.

Your heart began beating rapidly while you walked to the door realizing you would have to walk home, in the dark, alone.

The natural reaction of flight or fight settles inside you when you open the book store door letting the cool air brush against your skin. You can’t remember when was the last time you were out late at night, it’s been years.

Speed walking down the street you don’t put any music, only focusing on making your way home. The streets are so empty it’s almost an illusion to see anyone walking. You thought this part of time would be buzzing with life but you were left deserted and alone to walk the dark night alone. You feel more lonely than usual which is puzzling since you’re always alone but the way you feel like you’re the only one on the earth right now doesn’t grant you any protection you desperately need right.

You tell yourself it’s your mind playing tricks on you. The internal battle within yourself of,

“He's real.”

“He’s not real.”

“We both know he’s real.”

A dark figure emerges from the shadows of an alleyway at the corner. Feet stuttering against the pavement you stumble backward, fear consumes your whole body. Shaky hands try to find your safety kit when you reach for your flashlight but everything’s gone, nothing’s packed. The pouch is empty and gone like all your hope. You don’t have any other choice but to run when you see the bright white ends of his coat flowing through the night, peeking through the shadows where he stood hidden. Those footsteps hitting the sidewalk is your warning to get running before he catches you. Turning around you, you run, entering your first game of cat and mouse with the demon.

Every second you felt him gaining on you, your full speed run felt like it was you walking with how he was catching up quickly. You didn’t turn back to look at him, terrified what you’ll be met with, you could only look ahead and pray you make it to safety in time. Taking turns didn’t seem to stop him, you tried everything to find your way back home but it was much farther than you began to believe.

Where was your damn house?

Heart beating, you feel like throwing up and fainting with how much you’re overpowering your body to run to its full capacity for so long. Every time you felt yourself slowing down his knife like fingernails would graze across your back trying to grip your flowing shirt in the wind forcing more adrenaline to pump through you to run faster. You knew he was using his demonic form to gain the upper hand. The way he would warn you whenever he was close with a short giggle, fingers barely away from your grip. Finally, seeing one of your neighbors' house, you were so close but not there yet it broke your heart but have you hope, you couldn’t help sob harder with each sprint you made to your home. Heat spreading through your legs in pain you wanted so badly to take a break and rest, but the echoing laugh and jingle of his suit medals only fueled you more.

Never in your life had you felt this fear before. Every street lamp that came your way to grant you safety to take a break shut off mere seconds before your arrival at the lights pushing you to run more. This had to be a game from hell, this wasn’t fun at all. A soft tug at the bottom of your shirt in an attempt to yank you had you screaming in terror at him being so close to you again.

Taking a sharp right you force the light grip off your shirt and you finally see your safety. Your home is just a few steps away. You can get on your porch safely and hope the porch light blesses you. The sharp turn gave you a bit of space between him, you hear his feet stomping against the pavement like he was shaking the world with his anger of losing you again.

Reaching your porch you don’t notice if the lights even turn on with your frantic banging on the door needing to be let into the safety of your house before he gets the time to try and get you. There was no time to even think of searching for keys, not when he was so close to grabbing you again.

“Mom!” Your fist bangs on the door multiple times with any strength you can muster, even beginning to use one of your legs to kick on the door. “Mom! Open,now!!”

Crying out you look behind you, seeing through your tears the blur of white running towards your porch and you know you’re set to be doomed when finally the door swings open you don’t spare another second pushing yourself onto your savior, slamming the door quickly.

“What happened Y/N?! Are you okay?! Who was chasing you!? I’ll call the cops right now!” The question comes too fast for you to understand anything, all you feel is light headed and physically sick.

No words come out to answer your mom yet, all you do is hug onto her sobbing your fears into her chest. You just wanted to feel her safety, to feel okay. More sobs leave you when your mom softly pulls you off but you don’t want that, you just want to be held by her embrace to feel protected, fingers gripping her pajama shirt in terror. When looks at you with a confused look you blink more tears out, with a shaky breath you hold her tighter.

“The man in the white suit, he almost got me.”

It was one particular evening that answered all your questions and sealed your fate for the rest of your life.

The evening when you came out your room just finished showering and felt the need for a snack. But, you didn’t expect to see your mother at the table, tears streaming down her face. You can see the wrinkles on her features, stress of your father’s cheating, leaving you and her alone for another family, along with your nightmares you could see it was starting to take a toll on her. You didn’t expect her to cry about it now but you knew everyone had their breaking point.

But, it was when she noticed you and her tears fell more frequently with broken sobs. Before realizing what's happening you feel her hugging you tightly like she would never see you again. Holding onto you like a mother holds her newborn, so much love and care.

“I love you so much hun. You know that right.”

Her eyes are sad and you know she looks scared when she touches your damp hair nervously moving it around to caress you, you didn’t understand why she was acting like you were moving or leaving. You just wanted a snack and to rest in your room.

“Mom, what's wrong?” Fed up with her strange behavior you pull away from her giving her a puzzled look.

“Nothing, nothing, just I need you to know I did everything to protect you and I love you, Y/N.” She whispers, blinking more tears, a sad smile on her lips.

“You’re scaring me, what happened?”

Stinging takes over your eyes, you try to stop the tears but you feel like your mom knows something that she won’t tell you, it was frustrating because you knew deep down there was more than what she was leading on. You needed to know why she was so broken hearted right now.

Heartstrings being pulled when you see the distraught look on her face, while her hands rest on your shoulders massaging you almost like she was preparing to tell you something that would shock you to your core and she needed you to be prepared and comfortable for the news she was about to tell you. Only making your heart ache more in fear and only heightening when she guides you to sit down at the dining table while offering you a drink. You know you’re mother and you can tell she’s nervous with the way she’s speed walking around the room looking for items that weren’t missing to begin with. She wasn’t all here right now you can see she was worried about something, she looked rushed for time.

Sitting at the table you stare at the glass of water looking at the reflecting of the glass in water. You waited for your mom to sit down and speak but every second felt like years to you.

People always say ‘Trust your intuition.’ So you know the feeling in your stomach telling you your doom was about to come. You can only focus on the lukewarm water and the seconds ticking on the kitchen clock. But like a person in love with someone who doesn’t want to believe the gut feeling you try to ignore it, hoping she wouldn’t say what you were fearing the most.

“Remember those really bad night terrors and how you would always say you were hiding from the man with the white suit because he scared you.” It’s just the beginning but the tears already fall down your cheeks onto the table. You did so much to stop those nightmares, night games. You want to tell her it wasn’t night terrors that it truly happened and you were this way because of it but then you second guess yourself about everything.

But, that night.

You will never forget that night. How you feared your life and you couldn’t sleep for days after it happened. You slept in your mom’s room too afraid to even step into your room or be anywhere alone. Just the feeling of having someone, anyone be by your side to witness if anything was to happen was more than enough safety you needed at the moment. There was no other option, either.

Nodding at her trying to get you to remember those nightmares as if they ever left you in the first place.

“Yes I remember, h-he tried to get me that day I t-think, I saw his suit.”A broken sob is heard from you mother startling you and causing you to look at her.

Wiping her tears your mother collects herself with a wipe on her face with a napkin, then she looks at you with one of the most devastating heartbreaks ever. She made a mistake, a big one, you and she will both have to pay for. She takes a deep breath looking down at her hands.

“Before you were born your father had gotten into a very bad car accident and he wasn’t gonna make it…I remember feeling so heartbroken and at the time I was pregnant with you. I couldn’t live without your father at the time, I was so young, naive and hopeless without especially being with you on the way.”

You don’t want to hear the rest, it physically makes you sick. The tears fall down your cheeks hitting the dining table as your throat tightens. Trying to contain your sobs to hear the rest of what she has to say but it’s so hard when you know nothing good would come out of what she is telling you. It breaks your heart, to be so helpless, to not have any control whatsoever in your life.

“So I met with this woman one day who told me about someone who would help your dad wake up in return for something. At the time I didn't think much of it but when I met with her again and things happened that night that I swore to myself I would never speak of again. But I made a deal with this demonic presence of some sort.” Full on sobbing your mother breaks down at her own trauma and guilt, “He wanted a soul so I said he could have mine but he insisted on a pure soul and he wanted my first born in return for your dad to live. He never said when he’ll come to collect his half of the deal. I have regretted ever since you were born and I held you in my arms.”

Now it was your turn to sob at what you were being told, you couldn’t believe she let you live with this monster terrorizing you for your whole life only to tell you it was your mind when she was the one who did this. You were disgusted, hurt, betrayal, and rage. You were so upset you could hurt her

“Why would you do this? Are you crazy? How could you do this?!” You scream all the questions at her quickly, hands slamming on the tables in a desperate

to get her attention to answer your questions quickly.

“I’m sorry! I regret it Y/N” She cries gripping her hair, the years of guilt falling onto her all at once, “I didn't know how to tell you at such a young age, and then when you came home that night hysterical I couldn’t keep it from you.”

“You did this to me, It’s your fault our family ended up this way! And now you’re gonna die alone because you sold me off to some demon!” Screaming you feel your throat burning up in irritation from overworking it with your sobs and cries. This feels like some sick dream, a sick horror movie you could never escape.

“I’ll do whatever I can to protect you.”

“Do you know how much hell you caused my life to have, it’s too late can't you see that, the moment you made that deal you sealed my fate.”

“We’ll go to the church, we’ll go get a priest and fix this.”

“This isn't a movie! what do you think they'll look at us as, like we’re maniacs. You’re the only sick one here, who would even think of messing with life and death bringing them together. It’s not in your hands mom and now you caused me my entire life.” You wish you were being dramatic right now.

Getting up you walk away from your mom practically running to your room, you didn’t want to hear anything she had to say, nothing could fix what was happening. You just had to work harder on being aware with time, and stay home more, that has worked before and you lived somewhat peacefully. Ever since that night at the bookstore everything went terrible, you could still feel his finger on your back, how sharp he could make his nails to slice against your skin if he wanted to. There were times your mind screamed that you were only saved that night because he allowed you to be, that if he truly wanted you he would have got you that night—you didn’t allow yourself to believe it.

The tears didn’t stop that night, you just cried into your pillow. Hoping that maybe this was just a terrible nightmare and there was no way your mom would have done this to you, but you knew from how broken she was she was telling the truth. You wanted to hate her, despise her for doing what she did but you can see she regrets her decision, it messed with your head that you felt bad. She did all this just for your father to end up leaving, and now she would be alone whenever that thing would come and collect you. You would try your best to avoid him again but the idea of living this way in the long run didn’t seem so ideal to you, but what else was there for you to do, just accept the fate he had for you?

You never were one to be a skeptical person but the whole idea of being sold to a dead entity who haunted you during your whole life, just felt a bit too fake. Like so fake, that someone would laugh at you if you ever tried to explain what was happening and then probably lock you up away, somewhere he can get you.

Nightlights twinkled all over your room, protecting you from any shadow in the room that he could be in. Effects of crying so much began to weigh on you and your eyelids. They flutter now and then, your room coming into your view here and there, while you fall deeper into the peaceful slumber that would grant you the one wish you wanted so badly, the wish to forget your miserable life for just a moment in time.

It’s a soft noise at first, you barely notice it due to the layers of sleep you can feel yourself falling into. A soft sizzle echoes around the room, a noise that has your ear twitching in curiosity. Then like a jack-in-the-box a loud pop is erupted throughout the room pulling your mind out of the sleepy hold.

Sitting up from your bed you watch in horror as each and every one of your night lights burst one by one dimming each section of your room until you’re left in complete darkness. Glass shattered onto your bed from your bedside lamps shattering into complete shards. Releasing the most shattering scream you can, you cry out for your mom trying to remove the covers from your body so you can run to turn the light switch, your last hope.

But, when it begins to rain shards of glass on you in the process, you know all hope for any light is lost.

“Y/N!” You mom screams could be heard down the hall in terror, you’re running to the door, and just like fate has other plans, second before you grasp the knob you yanked by your ankles, filled with the throbbing pain of your chest colliding with the floor so abruptly.

“Help!” You shriek the wood scraping under your nail in an attempt to grip onto anything as you’re being pulled away from the door. The grip so bruising on your ankle you sob in fear it might dislocate, but sobs of pain turn to fear when you notice no one holding you but air, no one’s in the room grabbing you, yet you’re being dragged. You fear him more than you ever thought you could, terrified of how powerful he really can be.

“Y/N, Honey, I’m coming.”

Thrashing in the grip of the invisible person you keep attempting to move out of their hold, with every move your ankle aches in pain.

“Please mommy. I don’t want to die” Sobbing out to the only person you fele can save you, you cry for any safety you can get, the one you’re most familiar with—your mothers. The sobs from the outside can be heard from your mom as she desperately tries to open the shut door but to no avail, it won’t budge. Closing your eyes in pain you try to not feel the broken shards of glass cut against your skin with every pull.

“Mom!” You screamed the house shaking, you could only hear her pleas to let her daughter go then it went quiet. So quiet you could only hear your staggered breathing and harsh sobs.

Opening your eyes you see you’re no longer home but at the entrance of a forest. It’s so dark outside you can barely see anything. Just big tees and grass that soon turns into twigs, and dir deeper into the forest. And then you realize how cold it became, the air nips at your skin. You realize how much skin you are showing and you’re only in your underwear, nothing else, not even socks or a jacket at least. Blood still leaks from some small cuts on your skin due to the shards of glass but nothing too major, only stinging pain.

Fear hits you when you see the skies black, no stars, nothing, just pitch black and the field of the forest is black, the tree’s, the grass. You swore it was green mere seconds ago but everything turned black.

Was this a nightmare? An illusion?

“After letting you hide from me for so long, playing this little game of yours, I’m tired, and bored. So I finally came to collect what’s rightfully mine.” His voice is smooth and arrogant. He appears like nothing in front of you. Crispy white suit, human form, still scary nonetheless. “You made me really sad, ignoring me like that, having me chase you to get you.”

“I-I, please let me go.” Wiping your tears look at him only feeling fear when he moves closer to you helping you to wipe your tears. Flinching back you stare at him in shock, horrified at him touching you and how it sends shivers down your body.

“You can’t leave so soon, We have to play.”

“W-what?”

“If you want to leave, I will give you that. But only if you win the game I have made just for you.” His voice is sickly sweet, melting like cotton candy in the air. He sounds so happy about the game, genuinely showing he was happy with your misery.

“What g-game? Hide and seek?” You recall the game he used to love to play when you were young until he showed his true side to you.

“Mm no, i’m tired of that game. Close though, we’re playing tag.” Holding his hands behind his back, the smile never leaves his face, only widening when he feels your heartbeat pick up and fear wash over your face at his next word. “I’m it, this time.”

Stumbling back, you look at him afraid of everything happening. You had been caught, all the stress to be protected and safe went down the drain and now you had no help, no one to save you from the man who wanted you more than anything else in the world. The only one who would freeze hell over for you if he had to. So much devotion only scared you, he would do anything.

“I’ll give you a head start, yeah?” Clapping his hands he turns around letting you see his back, showing you he wasn’t gonna turn around until you ran into the forest.

“The name’s Hongjoong, incase… you need anything to scream.” Shuddering in fear you stumble back into the forest, turning around sprinting into the forest when you hear the low,

“One...”

Each branch broke when your bare feet ran across the forest, endless darkness and trees flew past you. There was no ending. You kept running to the point your lungs burned in a desperate attempt to show you how much air you needed but you didn’t stop.

The ground was so uneven and unsteady it made perfect sense why people fell in those horror movies. You could feel a certain time your ankle felt like it would pop out it’s socket from a wrong step you took that was due to the branches and stones everywhere. It made everything so much harder for you, to run, to see where anything was.

His laugh echoed through the whole forest, pumping more fear into you as you ran. Dashing in between trees and bushes, you try to find any way out of this hell maze but it’s never ending. When you think you see blackness leading into anything you’re met with a dozen more trees. Screaming in frustration when you see more trees ahead of you once again, too focused on your frustrations the tree misses your vision and you're running straight into it. You believed it wasn’t there but the feeling of the tree bark hitting your skin was enough evidence to tell you it was there after all.

Groaning in pain on the floor you look up at the pitch black sky slowly accepting your fate with the demon. Air finds its way back to your lungs and you allow yourself to catch your breath. Crunches of leaves and twigs notify you that you aren't alone anymore. A cold hand touches your arm, you finally see Hongjoong come into view crouching beside you. He tagged you.

“Gotcha..I won. Now I get my prize.”

His words send tingles down your spine, and you’re standing up quickly shaking off the dizziness from the impact you just encountered with the massive tree. Stepping back to bring more space between you and him you watch him stand up straight dusting off his clothes, not a sweat broken out on him. Your throat closes when he gives you a certain look, almost telling you to test his patience.

“I don’t think the g-game was fair.” Looking down you fiddle your fingers hoping he would let you free to go home and look for your mom. But you know he’s very upset with you. You don’t like it when he’s angry.

Memories of how demonic he turns, black eyes, gruesome cuts all over his face, tears of blood, sharp knife life teeth always breaking his jaw with how wide it could be, you remember it all. Squeezing your eyes shut you imagine yourself home and safe from him, but you know you’ll never be safe from him. He’s the only one who could protect you and hurt you more than anyone could ever.

“Look at me.” He growls.

Forcing your eyes open you see him centimeters away from you. He was so close you could feel his breath. The rough same tree bark presses into your back, you wish you had more than just your bra and panties. It felt like being scrutinized by his gaze. He took in everything watching you tremble under the moonlight. How your skin glowed under him despite the goosebumps on your skin when you feel his fingers dance along your inner thighs getting dangerously close to your panties. Tugging the ends softly to let it snap back just to scare you a little more. He always likes how you look when you’re scared.

“This is my prize for winning.”

His hand touches your pussy, so fast you can’t even remove it when his other hand holds your wrist above you. Cupping you in his cold hand is very different from you ever felt with your hands. Your body is heated despite the cold seeping into your body and delicate skin getting goosebumps, your thighs and pussy stay warm, like it was his own little oven, so warm and welcoming for him. He can feel clenched at nothing due to the unnatural feeling of having someone else’s hands touch your body, especially the way he handles you. It was so different than anything you ever expected. You never thought of this happening.

“I don’t t-think you should.” You stutter, you didn’t think he would do this, you thought he would just kill you for your soul but it seems he has other plans and after all you were his rightfully.

“Awe sweets, that’s where you go wrong, you shouldn’t be thinking in the first place.” His hands don't stop their journey deeper into your thighs to grind his palm against your clothed clit. “Huh? What's this? You’re soaked.”

Broken sobs leave your mouth trying to move away from him only to have the rough tree bark dig into your sensitive skin, it caused more discomfort when Hongjoong decided to press himself closer to you. You’re sure the harsh wood is drawing blood on your bare back. His words hit you like a ton of bricks, the guilt beginning to sit in your stomach. It wasn’t your fault your body was betraying you, but he had made you feel like you were intentional with what was happening.

A startled cry leaves your lips when you feel him yank your panties down and his cold bare fingers are sliding between your folds. Fingers brushing against your sensitive nub circling it a few times causing your legs to buckle at the newfound feeling of pleasure. His face is so close to you, breathing your scent in, rubbing his face in your neck while his fingers caress your pussy, the other holding your hands tightly, you know there would be bruises all over your body.

“You hear how wet you are? It’s such a beautiful sound, I love it so much.” Breath hot on your skin, a sharp tingle is sent shooting through your body when you feel his teeth nip at your skin leaving tiny bite marks all over your neck making his way to your jaw, tainting your skin with his marks.

Pressing his forehead against you, Hongjoong brushes his nose against you, cherishing every moment he had with you now that you were completely his. He waited so long to have you. You avoided him well for a moment he would give you that but now you had nowhere else to go and you were his to always play with.

Fingers flicking at your clit has you gasping giving him the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, colliding his lips with yours. His kiss is rough while his hands play with you gently, groaning into the kiss when he feel’s you become more wet. It was everything he wanted, but there was one problem.

You weren’t kissing him back.

You stood there frozen trying to block him out, like you always did. But he wouldn’t let it work this time, no you would accept him.

“Kiss me back or I’m gonna fuck you right now and I’ll make sure its painful.” He pulls back just enough to lock eyes with you, and you see nothing but darkness clouding his eyes. In all honesty, he was gonna fuck you anyways but he knew he could lie to you without you suspecting anything, you were just so trusting it was one of the things he loves so much about you.

“ Y/N, You know how I can become when I’m not being listened to.” He reminds you of the horrid creature he could become, smirking when he notices more goosebumps forming on your skin—you’re such a delicate little thing. Hongjoong slips his finger into you, a deep groan when he feel’s how tight you are. He takes in how you close your eyes at the foreign feeling of something being inside you this deep. “Is that what you want? For me to show you how scary I can really be? I don’t think you want that, you already lived your pathetic life traumatized by me. I wonder what’ll happen If I truly rain hell on you.”

Doing all this while moving his finger to stretch you, he knows to get you ready for him, he needs to prep you at least, he gives you that much sympathy but if you kept up with your act he would cut it short, in the end he truly had no morals after all. He speaks through it all knowing it would throw you off, you didn’t know what to pay attention to. It was absolutely a divine sight to take in. Stopping his movements he kisses you again biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, licking it and sucking on your bottom lips he keeps his eyes open, loving the view of you crying from the stinging.

Releasing your hands from his grip, they fall like noodles and they're so numb you can’t even use them to defend yourself—not that you could have anyways. You’d always lose. He brings his free arm holding you to the tree by your neck, forcing his weight to completely trap you to him.

Pleasure slowly finds its way into the pit of your stomach, a soft tingling sensation spreading throughout your whole core, you feel it for the first time. The small knot grew more intense with every thrust of his fingers. You’re horrified, horrified you were enjoying this. But it felt so good you could help melt into the feeling of his fingers arching hitting that spot, a shot of pleasure hitting you, and a loud moan leaving your lips to your horror.

“There it is.”

He continues to abuse your g-spot, always curving his fingers with every thrust until you are overtaken by your first ever orgasm given to you by another. He watches it all, how your eyes roll back, cheeks flush, head thrown back, your hands twitching along with your legs. You were such a sign to take in he wanted to always see this from you. He fucks you with his fingers, his digits soaked, until you're writhing in overstimulation, small pleas leaving your lips, still so hopeful. He loves that about you.

Coming back to your senses you open your eyes, tears collecting behind them when you see him remove his fingers bringing them up to show you your own come. Spreading his fingers, Hongjoong watches your essence stick to each of them. It’s when he sucks them you gasp in disgust and he laughs darkly.

“What? I wanted my treat.” He shrugs.

Before you know it you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. The rough moist branches, twigs, and stone only pain your back more. So much pain and pleasure.

“It’s only right I get my full prize after winning right?”

The undoing of buckles of his belt and buttons are heard throughout the empty forest and he’s between your legs. Looking down you look at his cock shocked at how big it was, you can’t help sob and try to move back but he’s quick to grab your knee holding you in place.

“Please, it won't fit.”

“We’ll make it.”

“No! You can’t!”

Hongjoong gives you an unamused look. Then he offers you a big smile, it doesn’t make you feel any better, only igniting more fear in you.

“I stretched you out just for me, I did that for you, so don’t be fucking ungrateful okay? Do you want it to hurt? Because I could’ve made it hurt real bad, but I’m giving you the attention and care you need and yet you still are greedy?” He sends you a questioning look, asking you to test him.

“N-no, but it’s gonna hurt.” Crying out, you go cover your chest when he rips your bra off your body, forcing the buckles to break and free your breast. Yanking your hands away, he bring his other hand to his throbbing cock to tease your slit with his tip, letting your juice collec onto his sensitive tip before rubbing it on your clit, messily mixing his precum and your wetness together.

“It’ll feel better soon.” With that he pushes his head into your tight hole for the first time ever, the sound of your wetness squelching throughout the forest with his groans were the only sounds throughout the empty place. The cold air forced your nipples to perk up and goosebumps to form on your body, he took this as a sign to pinch and twist your sensitive buds loving the way you squirm in pain and pleasure every time he twisted your nipple and pushed more of himself into you.

“It h-hurts.” You free one of your hands to push him off your chest to stop the confusing feeling of pleasure and pain.

“Soon, you’ll be begging me to fuck you, just have to break you in a little more.” Thrusting the rest of his cock into your heat. Your walls flutter at the new feeling of his cock fully inside you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, just continuing his thrust, he would give himself a pat on the back for not roughly fucking into you, but there was always later for that, right now he needed you to actually feel the pleasure of his cock in you, show you that’s all you needed.

Soon enough his thrust became rougher and forced a new sensation on your body. You couldn’t pay any mind to the dirty soil under you or the sore muscles aching from running for so long. That pleasure that began to seep into you, along with the feeling of his cock thrusting into you, over and over again, had your body twitching. The same tight knotted sensation on your core was only growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. Your breathing began to become rushed and uneven, with your muscles starting to hurt and twitch.

“Gonna come so easily again? My cock just started fucking you, don’t be so greedy so quickly.” He laughs at you when you gasp and become weak in his hold being pushed over the edge to float in the endless sea of pleasure.

He loves the sight so much, but he still feels his chest spreading with heat and anger. How you tried to escape him for so long, running from him. Who were you to run away from your owner? You were his and you would know that

“You wanna go home? Back to the bitch who was quick to give you up for a man who cheated and left you guys? That’s who you wanna go back to? Well you’re mine and I'm taking back what rightfully belongs to me.” His tone is as cold as the night, he’s pissed you know with how he begins fucking you. Lifting your right leg over his shoulder fucking you deeper, the tip of his cock always hitting your g-spot with every thrust. It makes you feel light headed and dizzy. Your eyes fill with tears in embarrassment or overstimulating pleasure, you don’t know but it doesn’t matter when he’s watching you so deeply, your every move doesn’t go unnoticed by his piercing gaze. It makes you feel smaller and weaker than ever.

Through your tears you see Hongjoong pout and lean himself closer to you as if he was inspecting a hurt animal. His knuckles touch your tear stained cheek, noticing you too weak to even move away from his touch. You allow him to caress your cheek, only giving him a face of confusion and pleasure when his tip hits your g-spot in a solid thrust.

“You’re already so fucked out…Hm, isn’t that a shame baby? You just keep coming and it’s making you so sensitive so quickly. Maybe you should try to control your pussy baby, you’re making a mess everywhere.” He’s laughing at you, that same laugh that sends shivers down your body now making you clench around his cock forcing a curse out of him.

His fingers play with your engorged clit, fingers drawing messy eights on it loving when you clench around him whenever he pinches your sensitive clit. The combination always has you squirming under him causing the twigs and dirt shift around you. He love’s how responsive you are to everything. He couldn’t wait until the day he finally got you to be the perfect toy

“P-Please Hongjoong!” You cry out, everything becoming too much for your sensitive body. He was being so merciless with you as if it was like you were a toy that he loved to play with so roughly and carelessly because he only cared about his celebration not your downfall.

“F-Fucking shit, just like that. Scream my name again.” His hips become more sloppy. The pleasure became overwhelming for himself as well, his whole body was tingling and he hasn’t felt this way in a long time. He barely remembers this feeling even being remembered but now that he feels it he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget it again.

Moving his fingers from your soaked clit, he chooses to wipe your juice on your cheek mixing both your tears and arousal on your face. Laughing when you don’t try to move from his fingers, only closing your eyes and letting him do whatever he wants to you. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel good at this moment but it scared you to feel this way. It was becoming too overwhelming. The tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach along with his pelvic brushing against your clit with the help of the ends of his button up shirt gave your clit the right amount of friction to have you falling over the edge.

No noise leaves you when you feel your body being overtaken by overwhelming pleasure. You don’t feel anything but numbing pleasure. Barely you can see Hongjoong fucking you through your tears and the black dots appearing on your finish. Feeling yourself slipping away from reality. Only when you feel a sting on your cheek, a second one hitting harder forcing your visions to clear. You can barely make out his words.

“Nuh uh wake up. I’m not done fucking you.”

Gripping your jaw in his hand, he held your face in his hand squishing your cheeks enough to pucker your lips for him to kiss gently complete opposite his brutal thrusts.

“You came so much for me, princess.” He begins to praise you when he finishes kissing you looking down at his cock thrusting into you, the come coating his length almost was enough to have him eating you out yet with the way you clenched to him and shook from overstimulation was more than enough to have him more hooked in fucking you.

“No more.” You're weak when you find the small strength to speak and move your hands to his blood stained white jacket. Gripping it with all your might trying to push him off to give your poor abused sensitive cunt a break.

You can almost cry in relief when you feel him release you and move his thick cock from your soaked heat letting his throbbing length rest on top of your pussy. You clench around nothing trying to adapt to the feeling of not being filled feeling weird for the moment. A small groan of discomfort leaves you when Hongjoong pushes your legs off his shoulders letting the sore limbs fall to your side. Hands falling to your side you try to breathe evenly and rest some more.

“Get on your knees.”

“N-No please, no…no…sore…please...i can’t.” You babble out through your sobs and tears shaking your head. You can’t take anymore you felt like your body was burning and aching. Your muscles hurt from the positions and you feel so weak you just wanted to take a warm bath and sleep but you were stuck in this never ending forest with the demon you’ve been trying to run from for as long as you could remember.

Hongjoong could see the fear through your tears and the feeling was so euphoric for him. It was everything he wanted and more. Heart swelling in pride,dick achingly hard. The fear that came off you only ignited the fire inside the pit of his stomach. He had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t done with you, not after so long. A part of him did want to give you the break he knew your body needed but he was damned anyway so he let his darkest desire take over any sense of control. After all he wasn’t one to ever want to do good. But all would be made up later—if you act right.

“Get on your knees or I'm gonna leave you here in these dark woods until you decide to play my game and I see you on your knees presenting your pussy to me like the good pet you are. So it’s now or later darling, make your choice.”

Giving you a little warning Hongjoong pushes your legs off him and to the side getting up ready to get up on his feet. Eye’s never leave your fucked out frame, curled into the dirt of the forest. If you wouldn’t have hid from him for so long and made everything so difficult then you could've gotten fucked nicely and respectfully like good girls but this was what you deserved and he only could thrive in the image of your trembling weak body.

“Ahh I see you made your decision.” He goes to tuck himself in his slack despite being so hard it hurts him even. He knows you’re gonna listen if you were smart enough to not test his words. So when he goes to move and stand up he waits.

Then he sees it—he sees you moving slowly onto your knees letting your cheeks touch the wet soil and twigs, nothing mattered anymore only finishing his sick twisted game you didn’t even have strength to use your arms for any leverage. You hated your weak human body for giving up on you so easily but was so strong to keep you alive and awake. “Such a smart little thing.”

He’s back on you quick, hands grabbing your ass cheeks spreading them and kneading them. You can feel his gaze on you. Staring directly at your gaping cunt, you should feel embarrassed but you don’t, instead you just close your eyes enjoying the few seconds of bliss called rest. His hands feel good on your skin, feeling like he was massaging your sore muscles. You can’t help but love the few seconds of his gentle touches he gives you rarely.

One of his hands moves down to your swollen pussy index finger going to gather the juice seeping out of you only to examine his glistening finger in the moonlight.

“Always making such a mess, I’ll help you don’t worry baby.” He sounds so sweet you remember how normal and sweet he could be, the memories plague your mind, the thought of how he is right now and how he was when you first met him, he seemed so nice but he’s anything of the sort. You never really knew him, back then your young mind only needed a friend and he was always there listening to you, playing games with you until you got him upset. When you get him upset he’s not nice.

Train of thought being broken when you feel his mouth on your clit, tongue pressed flat against the little bud until he laps at your cunt drinking in all your juice. The whimper leaves your mouth only when he moves his arms to hold you in place so he can properly eat your pussy from the back. Arching your back at the warm pleasure that brought a tiny bit of pain due to overstimulation. You couldn’t help gasping, fingers grabbing the dirty soil below you.

Finally having enough, Hongjoong quickly is on his knees grabbing his cock he enters you for the second time. Holding you particularly tighter when he feel’s your legs giving out below you from the pleasure. Grip strong enough to hold you with one hand he moves his other to your hair brushing some out your face before his hand is pushing the side of your face into the dirt keeping you completely still just before snapping his hips into yours only to pull you away with his grip on your side to yank you back to him all while holding you down.

“You’re not allowed to come unless I tell you to. You wanted to stop, but let’s see you try to stop yourself from coming around my dick or are you too much of a whore for that?” His hand comes down on your bare ass cheek, you can only cry out and try to move away from the assault but the grip on your head.

“B-be gentle.”

It sounds pathetic but you can’t care not when the stinging only adds to your upcoming orgasm that was waiting to happen. You didn’t want to beg him to let you come but you were afraid he’ll keep fucking you if you didn’t listen to him. Interlocking his fingers into your hair he yanks your head up from the ground, bringing his lips to your hair he chuckles when he sees dirt sticking on the side of your tear stained cheeks. His messy little toy.

“You think you deserve my kindness? Disobeying me for so long, you left me all alone, no one to enjoy my time with, I had to watch you try and block me out but I’ll always be stronger.” You have trouble hearing him when he mumbles half of it into your hair while his thrust never halts, you don’t understand how he could continue with his torture on your poor body. “You hurt me baby it’s only right you give me something in return.”

Hongjoong’s fingers never let their grip off your hair only pulling you closer to him, your knees ache from the soil,sticks,and pebbles imprinting on your knees. You can slowly feel the soft graze of his finger tips of his free hand moving towards your battered and swollen clit. Soft whines leaving your mouth when his middle and index finger rub quick circles on your overstimulated clit. The tears fall down your cheeks again. You hate yourself for wanting to come so easily again.

“Don’t fucking come, don’t be fucking greedy. Say you’re sorry for wanting to come on my cock again, then maybe I'll let you come one more time tonight.”

Pulling your head back to look in your eyes, he fucks you deeply and fully, making sure you feel every thrust and sharp movement. Playing with your abused and swollen clit Hongjoong could feel your walls clenching around him, he had to practically pull himself from you with the way you squeezed around him, trying so desperately to hold your orgasm at bay but the words never left your mouth, only forcing him harder on you until you were apologizing for wanting to come.

“I don’t fucking hear you.” Tugging on your hair harder he sends you warning glare.

“I-I’m so sorry for wanting to come again after you m-made me come so many times. I can’t help it.” Shame and despair fills you when you feel dangerously close again. “I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry! please just let me.”

His dark maniacal laugh is all you can hear throughout the forest, with the sound of your wet cunt and his dick meeting with every thrust creates a sloppy wet noise. The head of his cock hits your g-spot and kisses your cervix with every thrust and You can’t see anything by the sky and Hongjoong. He stares at you with a permanent wide smile looking down at your dazed face. Even through tears, dirt, spit, you look like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He always wanted you this way—at his mercy.

You watch everything, when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, when his tongue licks his smiling lips, when you let more tears fall, the way he watches you back with nothing less than intensely has you babbling apologizes in hope to stop the pressure of your orgasm getter harder to contain, but you couldn’t come. He wouldn’t allow you, he was forcing you to hold your orgasm against your will with the extra fun of having you apologize for all his doings.

“Ah you must really be sorry but again maybe you just wanna come again because you’re greedy.” He sneers at you, yanking your head back and forth to signal a nod from you.

You felt like his puppet, you were his toy to enjoy.

“Come.”

His words have your body shaking, and you swear your climax made you see stars, the skies and heaven. The pleasure overtaking your body turns your brain off for the moment being, all you can focus on is the overwhelming relief flooding through your veins. You were sure if it wasn’t for Hongjoong’s grip on your head you would’ve face planted on the floor. Soon enough, the never ending pace becomes too much for you again. It’s when you finally succumb to the darkness you feel his lips on your neck, soft and gentle.

Hongjoong held you close letting himself fall into the pleasurable fire pit. Hips stuttering finally releasing himself into your abused cunt. Only stopping when he fully emptied himself into you, body on fire his body tingles with satisfaction. For a moment the orgasm had him feeling human with how powerful it was, he hasn’t felt so sore and sensitive as he does now since he was a living breathing being. Hissing into your neck at the overstimulation has him abruptly pulling out and releasing your hair, watching your motionless body fall into the dirt with a small thud.

He can’t help his fingers moving to your come leaking pussy, collecting the mixed juices he examines them. His white seed with a tint of pink from your blood. Moaning when he tastes his seed mixed with your liquids on his two digits. Eyes rolling back he contains himself not to get hard again before he fucks you again.

When he comes back to his senses he inspects your sleeping form. A smirk reaching his lips. He knows he won the game and you finally learned your lesson.

“Such a weak thing you are.”

You don’t know how long you’ve slept for but when you finally come to the little senses you had left you notice your wearing nothing but the same undergarments again these being clean, you’re cleaned up. Part of you almost believed maybe you dreamt the whole ordeal but the chain attached to your neck forces you out of your hopeful state. Grey cement walls surround the whole room and there's nothing but a television in the middle, a leather couch off to the side and a mattress on the floor, the one you’re chained onto. There’s no light, only the moonlight shines through illuminating all the minimal things in the room. It’s dark but not enough to stop you from seeing the shadow of the man sitting on the couch.

“Rest well?”

When he doesn’t receive an answer he spares you a small hum, unfazed by your silence, since he was expecting it. You would speak soon enough, eventually. Grabbing the remote Hongjoong felt his stomach fill with anticipation and thrill to see your reaction to his surprise. Turning on the television he waited for the news to appear, turning the volume up. Eye’s flickering between you and the tv a small sinister grin making a way to his face.

The television displays your house with a news reporter standing outside your house that is blocked with yellow tape. The reporter looks at the camera with a sad expression, you don’t know if he’s acting or what’s happening but when you see your neighbor with a sad expression you glance at Hongjoong who’s watching it with a wide smile, happiness in his eyes, confused at what’s happening. Your heart breaks when you see your mom being taken away with handcuffs by police officers.

“I don’t know how her mother could have done something so horrible. Y/N was such a sweet girl, always stayed home, never was a nonsense to society, her life was taken too shortly by the hands of her cruel mother. I hope Y/N gets the justice she deserves.”

Big fat tears fall down your cheek before you know it, your sobs and Hongjoong’s laughs are the only noise heard in the dark room after the television shuts off. For a second you would think you were dead but your racing heart tells you otherwise when you’re left in the dark.

“H-how?” You stutter out mainly to yourself at what you just saw on the news.

Your mother was framed for ‘killing’ you.

When you see Hongjoong appear in front of you, you force yourself to scramble back into the cold cement wall yanking on the metal chain attached to your neck forcing more pain to course through your body despite the already dull ache that was rushing through your sore limbs.

Then you remember why your body is sore and the memories of everything come back. You wait for the guilt to hit but it doesn’t, you’re just so tired, you lived so long in fear and your only fear had finally got you. There was nothing to fear anymore when you’re staring into the eyes of evil himself.

“We can play all the time now, Y/N.”

Then you’re back in the forest and you’re unreleased from your chains back at the spot from earlier, the entrance into the neverending forest.

“I hope your body isn’t in too bad of shape darling…” He gives you a pout before roughly pushing you into the forest. “Not when we have to make up for old time sakes.”

You look into the dark forest, a wave of nausea hits you when you realize your punishment is your eternal game with him. You know your body can’t handle it but you still stumble through the forest, the rough trees your only support to help your limping fatigue state. Then you hear it, like it’s the only sound you ever heard before.

“I’m gonna get you, Y/N.” He sings.

“One…”

You run.

COMING SOON.

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