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Bum. Bum. Bum.
Taehyung’s heartbeat is in his ears, pulse racing. It was too loud. Everything is too loud. It’s all he can hear. It’s all he can think about as his shoes dig into the harsh forest floor. his shoes long since been abandoned, mud caking his feet as he try to run. Tries to escape from the demon that had set his sights on him.
Him.
Fuck. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It really wasn’t. It was just supposed to be a fun halloween party! Taehyung didn’t really even know if he wanted to go to it or not. But his friends convinced him with the promise of free drinks and guys that were ‘cute enough’ for some random frat.
What they failed to mention? The simple fact that house was in the middle of nowhere. On one side a lake, the other a massive forest.
Like a pretty little trap meant to catch pretty boys like him. Web tangled in the trees just watching for the prettiest butterfly to find its way into. To be caught in the den of monsters that lined every wall of the ancient house.
Taehyung were already freaked out when his friend's jeep turned off the main roads, trailing through the woods. Realising just how distant from the rest of society he would be. How every bump of the car sent Taehyung’s little heart into a deeper flutter of anxiety.
Still, Taehyung kept his mouth shut. He didn’t want to ruin the night— for himself or his friends. He trust them. They promised it would be fun. Plus! Their boyfriends were going to be there! So nothing would go wrong!
Yeah. It really wasn't their fault that a lunatic set his sights on Taehyung. Wasn’t their fault he started dancing with a man in a mask. Let him lead him to the backyard for a smoke, dumbly followed him deeper into the woods to see his favourite spot. Let him stuff his fingers into his little hole without even seeing his face, knowing his name.
Nah, Taehyung did all that on his own. Just a little kitten being led to the slaughter house.
“Okay babydoll…” He breathes into his ear, pumping two fingers deep inside of Taehyung’s cunt. Skirt that was barely covering anything pushed too far up his hips, showing the whole forest just how tight his walls cling to his fingers. How wet he is. How desperate Taehyung is for more.
“We’re gonna play a game, yeah?” Taehyung’s hardly able to respond, consciousness laced with toxins from earlier that night. Flush to his cheeks evidence enough of just how much he drank— the series of events that led him to this exact moment.
One he had been planning for awhile.
He smiles, throat letting out a low, almost nonexistent laugh. Slowly circling Taehyung’s clit with his thumb, almost mocking the way his back arches. Finding amusement in the way his fingers cling to his arm as his thrusts continue all to slow.
Taehyung’s needy, too needy. He knows that well enough. Can tell with the way his hips start to rock, start to squirm. The way his body starts to get bratty on him while Taehyung’s mind is too far in the clouds to realise the position he found himself in.
Taehyung’s cute. Too cute for him to take another second of this. Too cute for him to hold back anymore.
Wouldn’t want Taehyung getting too bratty on him anyway, would he? Then his personal treat, the slice of cake he's been waiting weeks to cut into will have to turn into a punishment. Ruin all the fun he’s worked so hard to prepare.
“‘Gonna need you to run into the woods. Fast and as far as you can…” He groans under his breath, the mere thought sending blood straight to his cock, filling his mind with nothing but pictures of Taehyung dirty on the forest floor, “And you gotta do your best to stay away from me yeah? Cause if I catch you… I gotta kill you and I wouldn't wanna have to do that… You’re too pretty to kill, you know?”
Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with him? What is he even talking about?
Taehyung try to process– try to understand the words that run off his tongue. But it's unfair, everything is stacked against him as he slides the mask off his face. Gives Taehyung a first look at his deep brown eyes. Lets him see how gorgeous he is for the very first time.
He didn’t even give Taehyung a chance to recover before he started counting down from 30. Doesn’t even move his hand away from his dripping cunt until 20– the expression on Taehyung's face just pathetic. So close yet so far from the finish line.
The race was nowhere close to its end. He’d make sure of it.
It wasn’t until his hand found Taehyung’s hip, gently tapping against the skin that his brain even had the chance to attempt processing his words. Figure out the exact meaning behind them while his lips continued to count down with each syllable.
Such pretty pink lips. Maybe he would let him kiss them if Taehyung tried hard enough. If he lean up just right maybe he would–
Wait. Wait. What’s happening? What did he say to him?
Taehyung’s eyes glance down to his thighs, vision dazed as he try to figure out the object that suddenly pokes at his flesh. The sharp tip grazing his soft skin as he take in the metal; polished to perfection. The deep black handle resting securely in his palm, holding himself back.
Taehyung’s eyes widen, familiarity cresting his features.
Shit. Shit!
Taehyung didn’t even think about grabbing his own knife until 15, hand quickly reaching for his hip where he keep it tucked away. Too bad he had already taken it, knew the tool Taehyung always carried with him well.
Shit, his own personal little Nancy, huh? Perfect for him.
Survival instincts had to take over for him, forcing his feet to the ground. Urging his skirt down as low as it could possibly go as his legs take off in a direction Taehyung hope is the house.
Everything is all too much, it’s not enough. Every little sound is getting to him, making him feel like his going crazy. Making him feel like none of his senses can be trusted. Like nothing can be trusted except for the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
The woods– everything looks the same. Taehyung can't distinguish one thing from the next but he know he hear something or someone getting closer. Too close.
If his words meant anything he need to keep fighting, keep trying to live. Even as pain stabs into his toes, sticks break under his feet. Even as his stabbed by bushes.
It was like the forest itself was out to get him. Like whatever beast behind it is his real enemy in all of this.
Maybe Taehyung can pretend, maybe in his alcohol-addled brain that’s a little easier to manage than the man running behind him. The one with hunger in his heart that only his soul can satiate.
he try, he really do. But his legs can only move so fast. Can only take so much abuse before they start to slow. Lungs can only inhale so much air before they want to collapse.
Too bad he’s done this before. He can run.
And just as Taehyung start to be able to see the lights from the tree line, just as hope starts to fill his little heart, he forced him into the dirt. Two arms wrap around him from behind, tackling his frame to the ground.
Taehyung’s back presses against his chest as he keeps him there, his face right next to his ear as he pants. Breathe heavy in his ear, hearing the way it cracks every once and awhile as he tries to catch his breath. Lips almost on his ear while he keeps him there. Keeps Taehyung trapped under him.
Everything is starting to conflict in his pretty little head, body telling him to get away. Try to get him off. Wriggle his hand— anything out to try and fight back. Try and get away before he keeps his promise from before.
Yet, with every movement, every slight twist of his spine or kick of his legs under his heavy frame he only presses tighter, deeper against him. Presses his cock against his barely covered cunt. Makes him feel every inch of him that he plans to stuff inside. Make Taehyung unable to breathe while the rocks dig into his skin.
Taehyung put up a good fight, he really do. Better than anyone else. It’s too bad everything is going just a little bit haywire behind his eyes. The world starting to feel like a burden as he try to push away the arousal rushing to his gut.
Shit, Taehyung should be scared. Should be petrified of the psycho that took him into the woods, the psycho that threatened to kill him no more than ten minutes ago. One that had a knife pressed to his skin and a scythe around his heart. But the chemicals in his brain are mixing into something that he can’t comprehend, can’t describe.
Everything feels like too much, he feels like too much and he have no clue what to do. Head completely gone to mush.
It’s almost easier that way.
“Almost got away, doll. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now.” His voice is rough, harsh as he tries to catch his breath. Teeth clamping against the crest of Taehyung’s ear, hips rolling against his cunt without a care in the world. Especially not for the state of his head. Not for the little world he find himself slipping away into.
Too many extreme emotions happening will do that to him, won't it? Make him so confused that he'll just take whatever he can manage. Even if that means plunging his blade into his pretty little heart or fucking him until his pussy wouldn’t even consider another filling it.
He prefers the latter. Too pretty for the former, huh?
He can feel the shift in his frame– one of extreme discomfort, entirely tense to one of a docile little pet put on display. The shift behind Taehyung’s eyes as everything becomes too much, little too difficult to understand. As he slip away just enough to make any feelings of pleasure elevate to new extremes.
Let fear spur him on.
The only thoughts in Taehyung’s head are ones filled with him. The way it should be. Exactly should be.
Taehyung’s hips move again, their last attempt to break free from his spell. Their last attempt to try and get away from the maniac. Yet it does nothing more than press his cock harder against his ass, the mock of a grind against the surface that leaves a pretty little mewl spilling from his lips. A grunt catching in his own.
Wow, Taehyung actually surprised him.
“Shit, not patient at all huh?” He smiles, lip quirking as he removes his body from him. Removes the only warmth provided in this hell.
Taehyung won't run. Not if he know what's good for him.
He doubts Taehyung will– led him right into his arms tonight. But that's okay. He can take over for him. Take over everything.
Hands grip his hips, pull him back against him. Let him imagine how sweet he could fuck Taehyung if he just behave. The soft rocking of hips against his own, the gentle way he moves compared to the way he holds him heavy on his mind.
Taehyung can’t help the moan that spills past his lips.
The way his back arches to meet him better. No one could blame poor little Taehyung. No one could blame his mind turning off for just a little bit. Not when he has him. Not with the rough texture of his pants pushing against his cunt. Not with the ruined orgasm of before.
Arousal makes his panties stick uncomfortable to his skin. A disturbing wet patch forming against his own pants where he meet. A flutter erupting in Taehyung’s gut at the way he groans. Way he moves him with such ease.
He really could kill him if he wanted to.
Taehyung’s not sure if the realisation scares him or spurs him on.
It scares him more to know that it's the latter.
“I’m not either.” He huffs, air thick with fog, “Been too patient for you. Too fucking patient.”
Jungkook grunts, pushing Taehyung’s hips back. Back arching even farther against the forest floor. It almost hurts, it’s almost painful. Not that that really matters.
Nothing matters when he grips the flesh of his ass, pulls the cheeks apart. Gets a good look at the mess he’s made of Taehyung. Can see clearly how wrecked his little boy is.
Pretty panties sticking against Taehyung’s cunt, thighs wobbly from all the effort of tonight. Shit, if he just hooks his finger under them, pulls them to the side he’ll get to see him all. Get to see his puffy lips, fluttering little hole. Get to fuck himself inside while him just lie there and take it. Get so drunk on his cock Taehyung might just fall in love.
Shit, maybe Taehyung’s already have, huh?
Good.
Jungkook forces Taehyung’s underwear to the side, stares in awe at the way his slick sticks to them. Imagines how pretty they’d look stuffed with his cum. How Taehyung would tumble around the house, not letting a drop spill just for him.
Because Taehyung would know it’s what Jungkook wants.
“All of this for me?” He smiles, rubbing his thumb through Taehyung’s folds. Collecting his essence, spreading it around all messy just how he likes. How he knows Taehyung will like soon enough.
Taehyung can only whimper, clutch the ground as his head spins. Tries to catch up with every little menstruation he makes. Tries to figure out what exactly is happening. What words he’s saying. How to get him to stop, if he want him to stop.
A shiver runs down Taehyung’s spine. He don’t think he do.
Taehyung’s not sure of anything anymore. Only the sound of a zipper running down, the shuffle of pants forced off hips. The hard head of a cock running against his folds like it owns them. Like it was made for them.
The stretch as Jungkook forces himself inside. The way it burns, stings with effort. The short, forceful movements as he fucks himself inside. Makes home in Taehyung’s cunt for no one else but him. Makes him unable to think of a soul other than jungkook. Ruin him for all other men that come after.
God he must be big– how fucking big? Taehyung have no clue. He wish he could see. Look into those pretty, crazed eyes. Focus on the little mole under his lip as the pain turns into pleasure. Morphs something dark in his brain to like it, to take it just like a good boy. Make Taehyung crave him more than anything else.
But instead Taehyung stared at the dirt. Hands clutching at the surface as he fucks himself inside. Deeper and deeper with each slow calculating thrust. Fucks him full of whatever twisted definition of love he possess. Makes Taehyung see the light, the exact shimmer in his eyes. See that this is the only way to truly live.
“Shit, baby,” Jungkook’s voice is low, deeper than before as his hips finally meet Taehyung own. Finally fills him with nothing else other than him. “Been waiting too fucking long for this. Had to make me wait, huh? Fuck.”
His voice harsh, grip bruising as he tries to hold himself back. One last measly reprise he’ll allow him. One last second he’ll give Taehyung before he makes him completely dumb. Makes him see what he knows Taehyung needs to.
“I-I don’t” Taehyung whimpered, though the words fall on deaf ears. Not that it mattered anyway, he didn’t even know what he were trying to say. Didn’t know anything except for the way Taehyung's walls clamp around his cock. Body begging for him, urging him to start and never stop.
He sighs, dramatic, “Little slut, huh baby?"
A harsh thrust punctuates his words, jolting Taehyung’s body forward as he cry. Impatience, ecstasy? He isn’t sure which. Only can notice the way Taehyung's fingers clench and unclench in the dirt. The way his pussy flutters around him.
“Aww…” He soothes, hips dragging out of Taehyung’s cunt before slowly thrusting back in. The pace slow, antagonising, “Poor thing is having a hard time…” His hips quicken a hair, pretty sounds falling from his lips at the movement.
“Gotta tell me what you need, baby. I can make it all happen then.” A low kiss is placed against Taehyung’s shoulder, the world crumbling around him.
Taehyung break.
“Please…” Taehyung’s voice is soft, too soft, but he hears it. Feels himself cracking as he beg, feels himself lose his mind entirely.
Beg for him. Want him.
His hips suddenly snap, fucking himself into Taehyung’s cunt with force he never thought a human could possibly manage. Fast, hard. Pumping his cock into him to search for his own pleasure. His own release. Forcing Taehyung to take it, take all of him while he try to keep up. Try to find his own pleasure in the tangle of limbs.
Taehyung hate how easily he do. Or maybe he love it.
“God, fuck.” He can’t suppress his own moans, the feeling of his pussy wrapping so tight around him, squeezing him for all he’s worth is too much. Fills his head with even more nonsense about love. About destiny.
His hips would never even consider stopping. Taehyung feels too good. Feel too tight around his cock, feel like he should never stop fucking him. Keep Taehyung there forever.
“So perfect. So perfect for me,” His breath is harsh, his heart racing as Taehyung’s little sounds only spur him on. Let him know just how good he feel. Just how far he have fallen. Just how much farther he's willing to drown in all things.
“P-Please!” Taehyung whine, hips arching further. Moving him into the perfect position to scrape against his g-spot with every rough pound of his hips. No clue what his pleading for. No clue what he want other than him.
Don’t even know his name. Nothing other than how incessantly you crave him.
“Fucking brat.” He cusses, eyes pinching into a glare as Taehyung somehow clamp down tighter. Walls pulling him back in on every thrust. Milking him for everything he’s worth. Making sure he both know his place in this. Know Taehyung's place after it, too.
“God, been waiting for this haven’t you?” Jungkook groans, hips stuttering. He’s too close, “Been waiting for me to fuck you like the pretty doll you are? Make me take everything from you?”
Taehyung can only manage a whine in response, cunt fluttering around him. Obsessing in his praise.
Maybe his words are true. Maybe he’s known the exact type of person Taehyung is since the moment he first saw him. Maybe he’s right. This is where he's meant to be. Meant to be with him.
“Shit, yeah. I fucking knew it.” His voice cracks, “Call you a minx but we both know that isn’t true. Just don’t know how to think until you’re stuck on the end of a cock.”
His thrusts somehow pick up speed. Fuck him harder, deeper. He’s sure he could place his hand over his tummy, feel himself fucking him. Shit.
“My cock.” He growls, voice heavy in his ears.
Taehyung can't take it anymore. Can’t take another second of it. Nerves tied tight into knots explode, white dotting the corner of his vision as he moan for no one else other than him. Pleasure courses through his veins, pussy pulling him as he falls apart alongside Taehyung. A tsunami pulling him under, making it hard to breathe. Making him feel dead and alive at the same time.
Maybe the forest gods were the ones tormenting him. Making Taehyung feel better than he had ever thought possible before. Allowing him to see the light of the stars dancing in the sky, so far above the clouds with his cock still pressed so deep inside. Floating through the air as his orgasm runs through him.
He’s no better. A shell of a man as he slowly fucks his cum deeper into Taehyung’s cunt. As deep as he'll allow. Marking him. Claiming him. Making sure Taehyung knows his place, even as he finally collapse onto the floor. Finally come back to reality. Poor body too spent to focus on anything else.
It’s okay though, Taehyung don’t have to worry. Not about a thing.
He’ll take care of Taehyung. Fix him up nice and pretty for his next lesson. Take him away to his apartment, make Taehyung fall in love for real. Keep him there, with him, just like his meant to be.
Make all of the sick sides he try to hide come out to play. Make him realise his just like him.
He wouldn’t kill him. Ever. Even if he had killed the others, none of them matter. He’s been waiting for someone like Taehyung for so long. Itching to bring him home. And finally, finally Taehyung had fallen into his trap.
His perfect little butterfly, caught in the web. Ready to be corrupted by the vicious spider. Ready for Taehyung’s wings to be clipped.
“Mine.”