It was some time after midnight, and you were still awake, working on a project that you had put on the back burner for far too long. It was like you procrastinated on purpose, and who knows, maybe you do. The sound of your friend's voice flowed from the speakers of your phone as she complained about her dickwad of a boss for the hundredth time, and you just sat there, half listening.

"Then he had the audacity to try and show me how to do my job, but made an absolute fool of himself." She groaned, and you could hear the eye roll in her tone, causing the corner of your lip to twitch into a small smile.

Then you heard it: the sound of the floorboards in the hallway outside your apartment creaking. You knew exactly what—who—it was. It seemed to be like a routine at this point, not that you tried to catch him on purpose. No, you happen to be up late every Friday.

"Hey, Yoon, give me a second." You told your friend, causing her to stop mid-sentence, silence filling the space around you. This had been going on for a few months by now. Your neighbor across the hall had just moved in at the beginning of the year, and you had never really talked to him besides a few occasional waves and greetings in the hall when you happened to pass each other. However, every few weeks, he would come home late, always on a Friday night, always around midnight, and always with a new girl latched onto his arm.

Curiosity digging its claws into your brain, you found yourself slipping out of the dining chair and walking over to the door with cautious steps. The last thing you needed was for him to catch on to your noisy antics; things never ended well with noisy neighbors. Swallowing thickly, you stepped closer and peeked through the peephole, catching sight of the two walking over to Hongjoong's door, his arm wrapped around yet another girl that you didn't recognize. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle, leaning more into his body. Then they walked inside, the door closing behind them, and everything fell silent.

You waited a few more moments before pushing away from the door with a sigh, shaking your head softly. It had always been strange to you that he was always out at late hours of the night, even with the curfew that had been set since the news of a serial killer was heard. However, you didn't let yourself dwell on it too much, knowing that it would be his own fault if he got caught.

With a small huff, you walked back over to the table and sat down, letting Yoon know that you were back.

"What was all that about?" Yoon asked, her voice a bit louder, probably because she moved closer.

"My neighbor, he's just now getting home, and he has some girl with him." You explained, not trying to sound too bothered by it, but your eyebrows scrunched together regardless.

"Why the hell is he out so late when there's a literal murderer on the loose?" She asked in complete disbelief, like it was the craziest thing in the world, and she wouldn't be too far off.

You let out a small laugh, pulling your chair closer to the table, "I have no clue, you know some people just don't give a shit."

"Yeah, you aren't wrong. People are stupid as fuck." She stated, causing you to laugh lightly, fingers drifting back to your keyboard to pick up where you left off, "Speaking of the murderer, have you heard about the recent body that was found?"

Your fingers stopped, hovering right over the keys as you glanced down at your phone, "I've heard about it on the radio, but haven't had the chance to see who the victim was."

The number of killings that have happened in the last four months has been concerningly high. All victims were female college students who were fine one day and then disappeared overnight. That was why the curfew was set to try and stop the killings or hopefully catch the killer, but neither has happened.

"Girl…" Yoon started making your stomach drop slightly, "It was Moon Chewon, the girl who's in our class."

At the sound of the girl's name, your eyebrows knit together, and your body leaned away from the table until your back rested against your chair. It wasn't because you were close with her, the opposite in fact. No, it was because you happened to recall seeing her walk out of a party, latched right onto Hongjoong's arm.

As much as you didn't want to dwell on your mysterious neighbor, your mind couldn't seem to stop going back to him. There were patterns that you were starting to notice. The number of times that you have seen him and the girls walk into his apartment could cruelly rival the number of times that you've seen them leave. At first, you just tried to brush it off as they just left in the morning while you were sleeping or when you weren't paying attention. However, Friday nights were your all-nighter days of the week, so you were sure that you'd at least see one or two of them leave. Yet you never saw them after they walked into that apartment.

You hadn't even realized that your mind had wandered off until the sound of your name being repeatedly called finally got your attention. Blinking a few times, you glanced down at your phone's black screen, apologizing.

"You're probably just trying to get your project done, so I'll let you go, but message me in the morning so I know you're still alive." She joked, causing you to let out a short laugh, rolling your eyes.

"Har har Yoon. Goodnight."

The sound of the call ending filled your dining room after she bid you a farewell, and you just sat there for a moment. Your eyes then floated to the clock that hung on the wall above the entry to your living room, and you cursed under your breath. It was already late, and you weren't even halfway done with your project.

Pushing the thought of Hongjoong and the girls to the back of your mind, you tried your best to focus on your work so you could get most of it done.

And it worked… at least for the first hour and a half, then your mind drifted back to Chewon and how you saw her with Hongjoong. It made your stomach turn thinking that he could possibly be connected to the murders, but you also didn't want to assume anything.

With a sigh, you pushed your chair back and stood from your seat, deciding to wait a little bit longer to see if the new girl who walked in with your neighbor had left. Hoping that it would ease your mind at least a little bit.

So that's what you did, you worked on your project as much as you could while keeping an ear out for the sound of his apartment door. You weren't sure how many cups of coffee you had downed at this point, and you were sure that you'd overdose on caffeine. But just as you were about to give up and just go to bed, you heard the familiar creak of the old doors.

You stood from your chair as quickly as you could without raising any suspicion and walked over to your own apartment door. Looking through the peephole, but there was no sign of the girl, just Hongjoong walking out looking exhausted, holding a trash bag in his hand as he shut his door.

Letting out a sigh, you moved your head away from the peephole, resting your forehead against the cool metal. You felt like you were going insane, just because you haven't seen her leave doesn't mean that she doesn't at all.

"Stop being so paranoid, y/n, you're gonna drive yourself insane." You grumbled to yourself quietly, moving away from the door with a yawn. A sudden wave of exhaustion rushes over you, your limbs feeling heavy. Coming to the conclusion that your crazy thinking was just because of how tired you were, you decided to just go to bed.

Walking back over to the dining table, you shut your laptop and grabbed your coffee cup to put in the sink before making your way to your bedroom. You flopped on your pillows, a content sigh escaping your lips.

"It's probably nothing anyway." You mumbled, closing your eyes and allowing your body to be pulled into the darkness of sleep.

It had been more than a month since that night, and you've managed to mind your own business, knowing that it would be better for your own well-being if you did so. However, as you were walking into your class on a day, you happened to overhear a table of students talking about a new victim that had been found the other night.

"They just released her identity, look." One of them spoke, turning their phone to show the others.

You felt your heart lurch, that same paranoia and unease flood back through your veins. With a lump in your throat, you walked over to the table with small steps.

"Who's the victim?" You choked the words out, catching the attention of the group, fear climbing its way up your spine.

The group looked at you with mixed reactions, but they figured that you were just scared of the killings. Which they wouldn't be entirely wrong, except it was something more profound than just the killings. One girl turned her phone screen towards you with the image of a girl, and bile crept up your throat, heart beating furiously against your ribs. You recognized her almost instantly.

It was her—the girl who had been brought home last month.

You quickly thanked them before backing away, hands trembling like crazy at your sides. Then your eyes glanced around the room, your blood running cold as you found the back of his head, his copper hair tossed on top of his head.

The feeling of eyes burning into the back of his head, Hongjoong turned, catching your gaze for just a moment before you quickly averted your gaze. Panicking, you scurried to your seat, eyes everywhere but the copper-haired male, completely missing the ghost of a smirk that pulled on the corner of his lips.

During class, when you thought he wasn't paying you any mind, you would glance at him. Watching all of his movements as the dots finally started to connect.

He was the killer.

But you couldn't just go and turn him in, no, he was probably smart enough to get himself out of it, and you'd become his next target. You needed to gather as much evidence against him so that when you did turn him in, there was no way in hell that he'd get out of it.

The lecture your teacher was giving became background noise as you started to scribble your plan down in your notebook. You knew you needed to dive deeper into these murder cases and gather reliable evidence. And the first thing on that list?

Order a camera.

You went the whole day trying to come up with a plan, making notes of things you should order and what safety precautions you needed to take. You had been so lost in your notebook that you hadn't noticed the shadow that lurked around you all day, eyes watching your every move.

—

As soon as you got home that evening, you locked your door and tossed your bag onto the dining table. You pulled one of the chairs out, sitting down, but your shoulders were still tense as you searched for reliable door cams. Hopefully, one that he wouldn't notice.

Once you found one, you didn't even bother adding it to your cart; you just ordered it right then and there, clicking on the fastest shipping option. A bit of relief washed over you when you saw the order confirmation screen.

"Now…" You muttered quietly, setting your phone down on the table before pulling your laptop out of your backpack. The first thing you needed to do was gather some more background on the murders, seeing as you've never really bothered to read the whole report before.

"Oh my god." A gasp fell from your lips as you read over the reports.

All of the bodies have been found in black heavy-duty trash bags, found in random dumps all over town. Images of Hongjoong leaving his apartment with a trash bag flashed in your mind, and you bit your tongue.

By the time that they had been discovered, they had started to decay, but the main cause of death was blood loss due to multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. Your nerves were on edge the more you read, fear pooling in your gut, knowing that he was just across the hall from you.

You needed to gather all the necessary evidence and fast.

The hours ticked by, and you hadn't even realized just how late it was, seeing as you were so lost in your research. Your laptop screen was split; one side displayed all the information that the public could see, while the other side contained a document where you kept all your notes on things you had gathered.

A knock at your door broke the still silence, nearly causing your soul to leave your body. Tearing your gaze away from the screen, you glanced at the door, your stomach churning. Your heart started racing as you slowly rose out of your seat, a lump forming in your throat.

There was no way that it would be Yoon; she wouldn't be caught dead out after curfew. So, you were left wondering who it could possibly be, but the options were few and short.

Walking up to the cheaply made door, you pressed your palms against the cool metal and reached up to peek through the peephole. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears, fear clawing its way into your brain. But you were only left confused when you didn't see anyone outside.

"Huh?" You questioned softly, pushing away from the door with kitted eyebrows. Thinking that it might be a food delivery from Yoon because she was known for doing that, you tried to calm down. However, a little voice in the back of your mind was telling you that she would have messaged beforehand.

Brushing it off, you slowly unlocked your door, shaky hand wrapping around the doorknob. The door creaked quietly as you opened it just enough to peek out. Your eyes glanced around for any sign of anyone before looking down.

Your jaw clenched tight, annoyance bubbling in your chest, thinking that it was probably those same pesky kids that have been dingdong ditching everyone in the complex. Shaking your head, you opened the door all of the way, standing straight and ready to shout down the hall.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement, but in the blink of an eye, there was a figure standing before you. Before you could even scream, a hand was slapped over your mouth, muffling any and all sounds you made.

Panic clouded your mind, hands flying up to try and pull the perpetrator off, but it was futile; he was stronger than you. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck and shoved you back into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.

'No, no, no, not now.' Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to get out of his grip, your whole body thrashing around.

But as soon as you felt the cool metal of a sharp blade, your movements stopped and your body stiffened. Your teary eyes flickered up, meeting Hongjoong's cold gaze, and you felt all the blood drain from your face. You berated yourself as tears spilled from your eyes, catching on his gloved hand. This never would have happened if you weren't so god damn nosy and didn't try to play the hero.

"You get one chance, you scream, I'll slice your pretty little throat wide open and leave you here to bleed out." His voice was dark, eyes narrowed into slits, and your heart dropped, but regardless, you nodded as well as you could in his hold. "Good." He hummed, slowly removing his hand from your mouth, but the blade stayed pressed against your skin. "Now, go sit down."

Tears spilled down your face as he slowly backed you up towards the table, never moving the knife. His eyes watched you like a predator would its prey as your body trembled, turning to grab the chair that was in front of your laptop and phone.

"Nuh uh," You froze, not moving a single inch as you felt his presence behind you, "over there." He motioned to the other chair with the knife over your shoulder.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and your ears were ringing so loud you could barely hear anything over it. The room around you seemed as if it were starting to close in on you, and you sat down, fingers wrapping tightly around the edge of the wooden chair.

Hongjoong's eyes didn't leave your shaking form even as he took the seat across from you, right in front of your laptop. A wickedly amused gleam flashed across his eyes as he caught sight of an article about one of his killings pulled up. He then glanced over to the open doc, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

"P-Please." You managed to choke out a plea, sobs now racking your body, no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay. "I won't tell anyone, please let me go." A part of you knew that begging with a killer was always pointless, but you hoped that maybe, just maybe, he'd let you go. "I'll do anything, just let me go."

Hongjoong watched with a sinister grin spread across his lips, the sight making your stomach turn, bile creeping up the lining of your throat. You started to feel lightheaded, a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin due to nerves.

He leans back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other, and brings the knife up before tapping it against the hard surface of the table, causing you to jump and cry, falling from your lips. Your eyes squeezed shut when he brought it back up, the sharp end pointing directly at you.

"Here's the deal, sweetheart," He started, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward as you opened your eyes, blinking the tears out of your vision. Your breath hitched as the knife neared your face, eyes focusing on the point, looking up once he spoke, "Unless you wanna become another worthless body on my list, then I suggest you listen and obey every fucking word I say."

Your eyes widening, this wasn't how you wanted this night to go. Hell, this wasn't how you wanted any night to go. However, you knew that if you didn't agree to his terms, you wouldn't see the light of another day. So you bit back a sob and nodded your head, keeping your eyes glued to him.

A sick, satisfied smile spread across Hongjoong's lips, and he stood. He started to walk around the table slowly, letting the tip of the blade drag across the surface, making your body stiffen. You didn't dare to make a sound or even breathe as he moved to stand behind you.

"First things first, doll." He bent down until his lips brushed your ear, eliciting a whimper from your lips. You feared that your heart would explode at any given moment with the rate it was beating against your ribcage. "I'mma need you to delete anything and everything about me and the killings from your laptop and your phone."

You squeezed your eyes shut as he leaned over you, his body pressed against your back, and grabbed the device sitting on the other side. He drags it across the table until it sits in front of you, the bright screen reflecting off your tear-stained face. Swallowing thickly, you opened your eyes, shaky hands reaching for your keyboard, but you froze when you felt the blade underneath your chin. Hongjoong pressed the blade against your skin until your head tipped back, your breath hitching at the pressure.

"Try anything funny and I'll gut you like a fish and leave you here for your little bestie to find." His voice dropped an octave, eyes darkening as he sneered down at you.

"I-I won't!" You told him, tears streaming from the corner of your eyes as you felt the knife of the precipice of puncturing your skin.

But he didn't move, eyes locked on your face, watching and waiting to see any kind of slip-up. Something to give him the green light to cut deep into your pretty skin. Yet he didn't see or find anything, so with a click of his tongue, he moved the knife, allowing you to grab the laptop.

Hongjoong watched with a piercing gaze as you went through everything on your laptop and deleted all of the things that you had related to him and the cases. Your hands were trembling as you did so, your heart about to burst out of your chest, and tears falling down your flushed cheeks like waterfalls. Once you were done, you looked back at him, flinching when his eyes shifted to you.

A small scream fell from your lips, your body jolting in your seat when he slammed the laptop closed and grabbed your phone off the table. He stands straight, hitting the power button, his upper lip pulling back in disgust when he sees you have a biometric lock. You flinched when he held it out to you, and you tried to grab it, but he pulled it back with a click of his tongue.

"Unlock it." He demanded, holding the device back out to you, and you reached out once more. You tried your damndest to keep your hand steady as you pressed your thumb against the fingerprint scanner. A small breath escaped your lungs when the device unlocked and opened to your homepage.

Hongjoong walked back to the other side of the table, a smirk etched on his face as he sat down. You watched in terror, and he swiped through your phone; your breath caught in your throat. Noticing your gaze, he let out a short laugh before finishing putting some kind of bug in your phone that would allow him to keep tabs on you 24/7. He then caught sight of a notification that your camera shipped, and his smirk turned sinister.

Once he was finished, he hit the power button once more and laid the device down, eyes catching yours. Unable to hold his burning gaze, you let your gaze drift down to the table in front of you.

"Now, you're going to do as you are told, when you're told, and without a peep, got it?" He raised an eyebrow, and you nodded meekly, hands gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles turned a ghostly shade of white. "Good, I'll be watching you even when I'm not with you, so don't even think about misbehaving." He explained, and you inhaled shakily, raising your head to look at him with glassy eyes, "and when I'm with you, you are to act like the happiest girlfriend in the world because the moment anyone starts to suspect anything, I will not hesitate to kill you."

A cry caught in your throat as you tried to think of any way that you would be able to do that without it being weird. However, you knew you didn't have a choice in the matter, so you nodded your head nonetheless, agreeing.

He nods, tapping the table with the knife once more before standing and walking around the table to stand behind you once more. His hands fell onto your shoulders, causing you to jump, the blade reflecting the overhead light right next to your face. Then you felt your heart stop in your chest when his warm breath fanned over your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Don't forget, I'll be watching, so try to be good." His voice held a faux pleading tone as you let out a small sob.

It felt like all the air rushed back into your lungs the moment he let go of you and moved away. You watched with wide eyes as he strutted over to your apartment door, but just before he turned the knob, he turned and looked back at you.

"Oh, and that cute little camera you ordered? Don't worry, I have another plan for it." He told you with a sinister smirk before tearing your door open and walking out, letting it slam shut behind him.

As soon as the door latched, sobs racked your body, and you pulled your knees up, hugging them to your chest. Tears streamed endlessly as you tried to make sense of what the hell you had gotten yourself into and how it could've all been avoided had you just minded your own business.

And your own words rang loudly in your head, 'Things never ended well with noisy neighbors.'

The first week, you were walking around on eggshells, constantly worried that you would do or say something that set Hongjoong off. You tried your best to put on this fake happy girlfriend facade that he wanted you to.

Not a single person questioned it.

The weeks after seemed to get easier progressively; the fear that Hongjoong would do something to you started to diminish. He never laid a hand on you unless you stepped out of line, but even then, it was nothing obvious because he didn't want anyone to become suspicious. And with your life being on the line, neither did you.

Weeks turned into months, and somewhere along the way, the fear you once felt towards the psychotic man diminished into something else. Something deeper. Love? Loyalty? Obedience? Want? You weren't sure, but it was there, burning in the back of your brain.

Hongjoong, of course, noticed, amusement bubbling in his chest whenever he watched you follow his every command. Even if it were embarrassing, you'd do them in a heartbeat if it meant pleasing him.

He used it to his advantage, too. Slowly but surely, he isolated you. You didn't know when, but you stopped talking to anyone who wasn't Hongjoong or people in class when necessary. He made all of the decisions for you; you couldn't even remember the last time you made a decision for yourself. Yet you didn't care and allowed him to lead you along.

You were right in the palm of his hand—the perfect little toy to play with.

Even now, it was late into the night on a Friday, and there was a sharp knock at your apartment door. You stood from the dining table and rushed over, not even bothering to check the peephole. You knew exactly who it was. Unlocking the door, you pulled it open, a bright gleam on your face as Hongjoong came into your view.

That smile soon drops as you take in his appearance, blood drenching the front of his shirt, staining the fabric a crimson red. His signature knife was clutched tightly in his hand, and annoyance painted his face beautifully.

Quickly, you moved out of his way, holding the door open for him, and he walked in, grumbling under his breath. Once he was inside, you shut the door, locking it once more. Hongjoong doesn't say a word as he walks into your living room, tossing the dirtied blade onto your coffee table, the clatter making you flinch. He flopped down onto the couch with a huff, head tilted back and eyes closed.

You knew he was annoyed, so you stayed glued to your spot, not wanting to overstep and get in trouble. Your hands folded in front of you, eyes watching him carefully. Looking him over, you noticed that he had a busted lip, blood smeared around the wound, and you wondered if the victim did that to him, an annoyance bubbling in your chest.

Noticing that you haven't moved any closer, Hongjoong opened his eyes and lifted his head, eyes fixated on you. Lifting his hand, he motioned you forward, a gleam in his eye that dared you to go against him. But you didn't—couldn't.

You walk over to him, your knees feel like they'd buckle at any given moment. Unlacing your fingers, you let your hands drop to your sides as you stood in front of him, legs barely brushing his knees.

Hongjoong looked up at you, his jaw tight as he took in your expression. Your cheeks tinted a light shade of red, and your lips pursed just asking to be claimed. However, when you didn't move any further, it only annoyed him further, so with a click of his tongue, his hands flew to your hips. Your breath hitched as he tugged you into his lap, your hands falling onto his shoulders to keep some sense of stability.

Heat rushed up your neck as his hands fell to your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, some spilling out between his fingers. You bit back a whimper when he leaned forward, pulling your body flush against his. The crimson blood smearing all over your pajamas.

"That bitch managed to slip from her restraints and fought back." He sneered, recalling the encounter he had just a short time before he came to you, "busted my fucking lip, she's lucky I didn't dismember her." The growl that emanated from his throat caused heat to envelop your gut, your hips moving slightly. Noticing Hongjoong smirked, leaning in closer to you, "You'll take care of me, won't you, sweetheart?"

Your lips parted, but no sound came out, and you raised your shaky hand to his face. He watched you with hooded eyes as the tips of your fingers brushed over his lips. A cute little gasp fell from your parted lips when he grabbed your wrist, pressing a firm kiss to your fingertips.

"J-Joong." You breathed out as he kissed each kuckle before landing on your palm, a shiver rushing down your spine. Arousul grew as he let his lips trail from your hand to your inner wrist, up your forearm, and the crook of your elbow. Need pooled in your eyes as you watched him, your jaw slack, and a few little gasps slipped out here and there.

"Such a pretty, obedient baby." He cooed, leaning forward until his lips brushed your ear, making your body jerk softly. Then his lips were on your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses all along the expanse of your skin.

A high-pitched whimper fell from your lips when he bit down on the junction of your shoulder, hips rolling against his. All sound caught in your throat when you felt him against your clothed cunt, and Hongjoong bit back a groan when you started to rock against him.

"Look at you, so fucking needy that you don't even care I'm covered in blood." Hongjoong mocked you, a sinister smirk spreading across his lips as he leaned back, watching you. All that left your lips were weak moans and whines, eyes fluttering closed, and fingers digging into his shoulders.

Your brain was starting to fog over, narrowly focused on reaching your high. Hongjoong's name falling from your lips like a sin. Another whine escaped your throat when his hands cupped your ass, angling your hips to have your clit brushing over his dick with each roll of your hips.

"J-Joong!" You bit back another moan, hips stuttering against his as waves of pleasure washed over your body.

"Ah, c'mon baby, if you wanna cum you gotta work for it." He pouted at you, his grip on your body lossening, "Show me how much you want my cock, sweetheart."

You let out a whine when he leaned away from your body, his touch falling away altogether. Tears started to build along your waterline as you ground your hips against his. Your thighs burned and your knees were screaming in protest, but at the moment you couldn't care less.

"So pathetic," He mocked you, and it was true, you truly were pathetic. This man had just murdered someone not even an hour ago, and here you were rutting your hips against his like a bitch in heat. Yet as he brushed over your clit all those thoughts melted away, replaced by burning pleasure.

"J-Joong… I'm gonna—" You choked out, spreading your legs further to ground your hips further into his.

"Gonna cum already, doll?" He smirked, a sinister gleam in his eyes as he watched you fall apart on top of him without having to lift a finger.

You nodded your head crazily, fingers digging further into his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Even though you wanted to cum, so so badly, your body stopped you, needing something more to tip over the edge.

Hongjoong leaned forward, his lips brushing over your part, panting ones before speaking, "Go ahead, sweetheart, cum like the pathetic little baby you are." His tone was commanding, and that was exactly what you needed to get there, your thighs tensed before shaking as your high washed over you.

"F-Fuck." You whined out when his hands latched onto your hips, forcing your hips to keep moving, prolonging your orgasm.

Hongjoong relished in your little gasps and whines as your body collapsed against his, face buried in his neck. Just as you were on the precipice of another orgasm, his movements stopped, grip tightening to stop yours as well.

"No." You tried to fight against his hold so you could push yourself over the edge, but his grip was too strong. A choked moan slipped from your lips when he moved one hand to smack your ass.

"Nuh uh, baby, you only get to cum when I say you can. Don't start disobeying now." He growled in your ear, the sounds vibrating against your cheek that was pressed against his neck. When you didn't give him any response or lift your head, his hand grabbed the back of your neck, pulling your face out of his. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." You choked out, eyes flickering up to meet his. The tears that had been sitting idly on your waterline broke free, spilling down your flushed cheeks. The sight caused Hongjoong's dick to twitch in his jeans, his jaw tightening.

"Good girl, now…" His hand moved from your neck back to your hips, fingers sliding under the thin fabric of your sleep shirt. "Take this off."

You did as told without a second thought, fingers wrapping around the hem of your top and pulling it off in hurried movements. Throwing the fabric to the side, you let your hands fall to rest on Hongjoong's forearms, your breast on full display.

"Fucking hell." He cursed, taking in your bare skin, his eyes darkening as an idea popped into his head, "Lean back, doll." He coaxed your body back a little bit before moving his hand to his own shirt, fingers running through the still-wet blood.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he started using the blood to draw on the skin of your stomach. Hongjoong's touch was light, moving to gather more of the thick crimson liquid when he needed to until he was finished. Pulling away, he looked at his work with a sick sense of satisfaction, and you glanced down, stomach fluttering as you took in the word.

His name.

"Now if you're good, I'll make it more permanent." He cooed, leaning forward until his lips were brushing over yours. His words made your core clench around nothing at the thought of him using his knife on your body.

Seeing the glint in your eyes, Hongjoong smirked, knowing exactly what was going through your pretty little head. However, in the next second, his lips were on yours, his hand grabbing the back of your neck roughly to keep you in place.

The kiss wasn't sweet. Hell, it wasn't even gentle. It was hungry, as if he were trying to devour you. For all you know, that's exactly what he was trying to do. You tried to keep up, but the feeling of his plush lips working against yours had your brain turning to putty. It was a mixture of teeth and saliva, some trickling down your chin.

His other hand moved from your waist to the hem of your sleep shorts, slipping underneath to cup your bare ass. A gasp falls from your messy lips only to be swallowed by Hongjoong's. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve burning with desire.

Your hands moved from his shoulders, down his chest, feeling every sharp plane of his torso. The blood that still soaked the fabric now coated your palm and fingertips, but you didn't care. Far too lost in the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

Hongjoong's skin tingled under your touch, a groan tearing through his lips when your fingers brushed over the top of his jeans. His lips trailing from yours down to your neck, then to your ears, nipping at your earlobe.

Your head fell back, your mind starting to cloud, and your hips pressing down against his, causing your body to shiver. Noticing, Hongjoong chuckled darkly, kissing the hollow of your throat before pulling back to look at you.

"So needy aren't you?" His tone was teasing, hand squeezing your ass, eliciting another sweet moan from your swollen lips. "Tell me, sweetheart," He pulled your hips flush to his, rutting his hips up into your throbbing core, "what do you want?"

"Y-You." You managed to stutter out as he kept rocking your hips, fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt.

"My what baby? You gotta be more specific than that." He gave you a faux pout, watching your body tremble in his hold, "my tongue? My fingers? My cock?"

Your walls clenched around nothing at the mention of his cock, and he could feel it, causing him to chuckle once again.

"Tell me, doll." His voice was sweet, but his tone commanding, and your teary, lust-filled eyes met his.

"Fingers, please, sir." You whined out, needing him to do something before your body imploded.

"My fingers hmm?" He hummed, pulling his hands from your shorts, causing you to whine in protest, but he quickly silenced you when he smacked your ass once more, "Have some patience." His voice came out in a deep growl, making you whimper, but you nodded nonetheless.

He helped you pull your shorts and soaked panties off before tossing them somewhere in the room. Then he was pulling you back into his lap, fingers squeezing your bare flesh as he took in the sight of your bare body. A groan reverberated from his throat when his eyes landed on his name still perfectly drawn on your stomach.

A small whine from you pulled him from his trance, and he looked up at you with a dark gaze, making you shiver. Without a word, he brought his hand to your mouth, tapping your lips with his middle and ring fingers. Your lips parted without protest, allowing him to shove the digits into your wet cavern, pressing down on your tongue.

You moaned at the metallic taste of blood that still coated his fingers. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, moaning as he pressed down on your tongue once more. Your tongue swirled around his digits, coating them in your spit, and Hongjoong bit his tongue as he watched you.

"So fucking filthy," He groaned, pulling his now drenched fingers from your mouth with a wet 'pop'.

Your chest heaved slightly as you tried to regulate your breathing, but it was proved fruitless when it hitched in your throat. Hongjoong let his soaked digits trail down your chin to your throat and lower until he stopped at your lower tummy. His eyes snapped back to you, gauging your reaction, but not moving.

"How bad do you want my fingers, sweetheart?" He asked, the corner of his lip twitching slightly when you looked at him through your lashes.

"So bad, sir," You whined, the sound of the name making his dick twitch, straining against his jeans, "please touch me, sir, please." You begged pathetically, hoping that it would hurry his movements.

"You look so pretty when you beg," He cooed before finally dropping his hand to your aching cunt, pulling a sharp moan from your slick lips. He watches as your face contorts in pleasure as he circles your clit, soaking in all of the sounds you make. Then his fingers moved to your leaking slit, "Look at you, baby, you've already cum, but you're still begging for more. Pathetic really, but that's all you are, aren't you? A little pathetic baby needy for some dick, hmm?"

You tried to speak, but all of the words died on your tongue when he pressed his fingers into you. Stars coulded your vision when he pressed down on that spongy spots deep in your walls. Your eyes rolled back, hands grabbing his bicep as he started to fuck his fingers into your pussy, thumb pressing down on your twitching clit.

"God, I haven't even fucked you properly and you're already falling apart," He groaned, eyes glued to your face as he pressed against your sweet spot once more. Your moans bounced off the walls, not a care in the world for your neighbors.

Your mind fogged over as you felt your earlier orgasm creep up rather quickly, and your body shook violently. The feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers caused the copper-haired male to smirk, drawing tight circles on your clit, causing your body to jerk.

"S-Sir—fuck!" You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as that coil in the pit of your stomach tightened fast, threatening to snap at any moment. "I wanna cum, please, sir, let me cum." You begged, tears spilling down your cheeks, and your thighs burned.

"Hmm, not yet, sweetheart. Hold it for me." He told you with a sadistic smirk before leaning forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth. A loud, choked moan fell from your lips as pleasure shot through your body.

Sobs racked your body as you tried your best to hold off on your high, but the way his fingers abused your sweet spot and clit with his mouth on your breast made it extremely difficult. Your fingers dug into his bicep and neck, leaving behind crescent-shaped indents as you tried to ground yourself.

"P-Please." You cried, knowing that you wouldn't be able to keep it at bay any longer, and the last thing you wanted to do was disobey Hongjoong.

Chuckling against your skin, he let his lips trail up your chest before finding your ears, "cum," He demanded, voice husky and dark.

Your whole body shook violently as your high crashed into you like a tidal wave, vision turning white, and soundless screams fell from your parted lips. All the air in your lungs had been stolen when his lips crashed into yours, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.

He continued to fuck you through your high, your release drenching his hand and staining his jeans underneath you. Then once your high started to wear off, the burn of overstimulation set in, causing you to whine.

"S-Sir—" You choked out another moan when he pressed against your aching clit, eyes rolling as your body jerked. A mixture of incoherent moans and cries of his name fell from your lips as he brought you to the edge once more.

"That's it, baby, I want you to completely soak my hand." He growled, coaxing another orgasm from your spazzing cunt.

Your scream of his name bounced off the walls, causing him to smirk, curling his fingers one last time before pulling them from your sweet cunt. A pathetic squeak fell from your lips when his hands found your hips, flipping your body over so you were lying flat on the couch.

"You cum so pretty, doll." He cooed, hands smoothing down your sides, "I need you to do it again, but on my cock."

Then he was pulling his clothes off his body until he was left completely bare before you, dick standing proudly. Your mouth started to water at the sight, but his fingers caught your chin, making you look up at him.

"Eyes on me, doll." He slotted his body between your legs once more, hands ghosting over your thighs. You let out a whimper as he teased your clit with the tip of his cock, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Oh, you poor thing, I haven't even put it in and you're already sobbing." His tone was condescending, and you opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off when he pushed into your tight walls in one go.

"Fuck!" You screamed, nails dragging down his taunt back as he gave you no time to adjust before he was pounding into you. Pleasure ripped through your body when he lifted your hips to hit at a different angle, stars dancing across your vision.

"Such a sweet little cunt for such a pathetic little girl." He growled, rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace, pulling all sorts of sounds from your pleasure-ridden body.

You couldn't speak, not even if you wanted to, as all words fled from your brain, utterly invaded by pleasure. Cries tear through your lips when he brushes over your sweet spot, your legs tightening around his waist.

Hongjoong moved one hand from your hip to your stomach, tracing the letters of his name that were drawn on your skin. Then a sick and twisted idea popped into his head, and his movements slowed until he stopped entirely, buried to the hilt in your cunt.

You barely managed to let out a whine before he turned to grab something. When he turned around, your eyes went wide as the dim lights reflected off the blood-stained blade. Hongjoong's eyes then fell back onto you, taking in the borderline terror that pooled in your misty eyes.

Grabbing your squirming body, he leaned over you, lips ghosting over yours, causing your breath to hitch. Fear clawed into your brain, believing that he was about to kill you right here while being balls deep in your cunt. Then his words made that fear disappear with a shiver.

"Why don't we make this more permanent?" He smirked, fingers tracing your stomach once more, and at the mere thought, your walls tightened around him. Yet he didn't move, wanting to hear you say it on your own, "What do you think, baby?"

"P-Please," You choked out, fingers tracing along his jaw before cupping his face, "I want you to claim me."

A sinister chuckle spilled from his lips as he pulled away from you, letting your hand drop. Then he brought the knife back into your line of sight once more, excitement and fear clouding your mind. However, you couldn't dwell on it for too long before he rolled his hips against yours, eliciting a high-pitched moan from your lips.

The moment the blade touched your skin, your body burned like it had been lit aflame, a cry of pain falling from your lips. Hongjoong's movements were precise, even as your blood spilled, smearing all over your skin.

Your hands went to grab his wrist, but he was quicker, snatching your hands into his without even taking his eyes off the blade. He pinned them down to the couch next to your head.

The pain was almost unbearable, but with every drag of his cock against your velvet walls, it became more bearable. Pleasure and pain mix together, making that coil in your gut tighten again.

Then, with a few more strokes of the blade, he was done, a triumphant grin on his lips as he took in his work. He then tossed the blade to the side before grabbing your hips, using them to pound into you once more.

"Fuck you should see yourself, doll. Red is such a pretty color on you." He chirped, hips slapping against yours, and the wet sounds that filled the room should have been embarrassing, but you were too far gone to care.

"J-Joong." You croaked out, back arching off the couch when you felt yourself grow closer to your high.

Chuckling, Hongjoong bent over you once more and kissed the corner of your lips, "Hold on just a little bit longer, sweetheart."

You let out a choked whine as you felt your body tetering on the edge, your nails digging into his shoulders, almost breaking skin as you tried to ground yourself. Incoherent babbles fell from your lips as Hongjoong pressed his lips against your collarbone, hips thrusting into yours mercilessly.

J-Joongie…" A mixture of a whine and a moan fell from your swollen lips, head falling back as he abused your sweet spot. Your legs trembled around his waist as you felt hot pressure building up in your gut. "I-I can't, p-please." You cried out, head shaking as you tried to hold back, but it was nearly impossible due to how sensitive you were.

"You can doll, be a good girl, yeah?" Hongjoong groaned, grip tightening on your hips as he felt his own high creeping up on him, "I'm almost there."

Your jaw fell slack with a pathetic whine, trying to will yourself not to cum before he gives you permission. But every time he hit that spongy spot, you felt like your body was going to explode.

"Fuck, cum. Cum now." He commanded, and just like that, your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your vision blurring and cries of his name falling from your lips, nails digging into his skin. Hongjoong hissed due to the pain as he spilled deep in your walls, rocking his hips against yours to ride out both of your highs.

Once you started to come back down from your high, air invaded your lungs, and your vision went black. The copper-haired male watched in amusement as your body went limp underneath him, tears still staining your flushed face.

"Mine." He cooed, brushing some of the hair out of your face, fingertip tracing your jaw, down your neck, before stopping just short of the carving of his name. "All mine."

—

Hongjoong lay in bed next to you, watching as you slept peacefully after cleaning up. He played with the ends of your hair, studying your features. A sick sense of pride and enjoyment pooled in his gut because he knew that he had you entirely wrapped around his finger.

The corners of his lips pulled back into a borderline sadistic smile. You were going to be the perfect little plaything for him. He starts to wonder just how long you'll last before he has to get rid of you, just like the others.

As your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him, nothing but obedience and adoration, he hoped that it would be for a long time.

"Such a perfect little doll." He cooed, tracing his fingers over your skin, and your eyes fluttered, leaning into his touch.

You hummed in content, not even knowing how much your life had been fucked up by the man next to you. But if someone had asked you right now, you would say that you wouldn't change it for the world.

You were too far gone for any kind of saving.

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