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If someone had told Jeongguk eighteen months ago that he’d be spending his weekends surrounded by drunk college guys screaming about their “brotherhood,” he probably would’ve laughed in their face.
Jeongguk neither loves nor hates being a frat. Don’t get him wrong, it’s not bad if you consider the free booze, parties and having people to sit with during lunch.
Yet it’s also not like he grew up dreaming of being one of those guys who calls everyone bro and loses their shit when he loses at beer pong.
But when he started college, he figured, why not? His roommate dragged him to rush week, one thing leading to another, and now here he is, six months in. Though, he still feels like the new guy.
They like him fine, sure. He’s got what the average college student would count as necessary qualities in life.
He’s hot, athletic, good at making people laugh. But he’s still /Jeongguk/, the youngest in his family, the guy who spent most of high school in his own bubble consisting of working out, playing video games, keeping his feelings to himself.
Thus, having such an exciting life now, he sometimes just feels like an actor playing a role instead of being fully himself. And he’s getting the feeling the others are starting to notice that too.
So when his group of buddies dare him to spend the night in the old mansion on the edge of town, he doesn’t hesitate to agree. He could say no, because deep down, he actually doesn’t care /that/ much what they think of him.
But it’s not like he has anything better to do. And yeah, okay, maybe a small, stupid part of him wants to prove something. That he’s fun and belongs just like the others.
Or maybe he just wants to shut Suho up.
“You’re actually gonna do it?” said guy hands Jeongguk a flashlight, looking both impressed and entertained. “I thought you’d chicken out last minute.”
Jeongguk rolls his eyes, gripping his backpack that's hanging off of one of his shoulders. “It’s literally just an old building.”
Yeonjun smirks. “That’s what they all say.”
“The people who go in and never come out.” Minhyuk adds with a smirk, gesturing toward the house. Jeongguk doesn’t respond right away, just turns a little to look up at the house.
Its stone walls are stained and cracked, showing how no one has cared about it in decades. The windows are tall, though most of them are shut tight with those thick wooden frames. He looks up further, spotting a balcony on the second floor with a broken railing.
Vines have climbed halfway on the side of the house, like nature is trying to take over it. The front steps are uneven and a little mossy, and lead to a thick arched door. Jeongguk doesn’t want to admit that he shudders at the thought of having to open it.
Yet, he snorts. “I grew up watching horror movies, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”
“Oh, but it’s real.” Suho steps closer, placing one arm around Jeongguk’s shoulder. “Back in the 70s, a bunch of kids broke in to play Ouija or whatever, and guess what? A few days later, the cops found their bodies all fucked up. Even missing organs and all.”
“Not /organs/!” Yeonjun gasps dramatically, not taking it seriously.
“I’m serious!” Suho insists. “They say whatever did it is still inside waiting for more prey. And it’s been what, like 50 years? Bet that thing is hungry.”
Jeongguk sighs and takes a step back from his friends. “Wow. Scary. If I see a ghost, I’ll tell it to suck my dick.”
Minhyuk wheezes and takes a hit of his vape, the vapour slowly going up into the sky that’s starting to turn darker. “You’re insane.”
“Hope you’re still laughing when you’re getting your soul sucked at 3AM. Now go, we wanna leave this place before it’s dark.”
Jeongguk flips him off, but something about those words make him feel uneasy. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, demons, basically any of this haunted house bullshit. But looking back at the house.. Well, he’s definitely felt more comfortable at some point in his life than he does right now.
Not that he’s about to admit that.
“Alright, assholes.” He says, gripping the flashlight. “See you in the morning.”
Suho checks his phone and pockets it again. “We’ll be here again at seven AM sharp.” he says. “If you’re not out by then, we’re calling someone.”
Minhyuk snorts. “Like the cops’ll even touch this place.”
Jeongguk just nods before turning around to walk toward the house. The front yard is way too loud as he walks across it due to the dead leaves and old gravel, not to mention the high grass. The closer he gets, the more he notices how damp and earthy it smells, causing him to automatically hold his breath for a moment.
He walks up the steps slowly, one of them creaking under his weight. The front door is huge up close, a little warped probably because of the humidity. There’s old iron hardware and no handle from the outside, just a heavy ring to knock with. He doesn’t bother.
Instead he leans his shoulder into the door. It’s heavier than expected. So he pushes harder, his feet almost slipping on the slippery mossy floor.
Finally, it gives in with a loud creak, opening just wide enough for him to slip in. Inside it’s pitch dark. The air smells awful like dust and rotten wood, making his nose winkle. He makes a face and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.
The thick wooden planks cause the windows to barely let in any light, not that it matters now that the sun is already gone from the horizon. The only thing he can somewhat see is the faint shape of a hallway ahead of him.
The moment he’s fully inside, the door suddenly slams shut on its own. Jeongguk jumps and spins around, but no one’s there. It takes him a second to unclench again, telling himself it was just the wind.
He pulls out his flashlight and flicks it on, the beam cutting through the dark. The inside of the house is even worse than the outside; dust everywhere, cobwebs in every corner, some of the furniture half coerced in sheets.
He steps into what looks like the living room. Old couch, broken lamp and some shattered retro TV sitting on a small table. The wallpaper is peeling off, yellowed and brittle. Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm his heart down.
“It’s fine.” he mutters to himself. “Just one night.”
He looks around the floor, trying to find a somewhat decent spot with less dirt and buildup. He walks over and reaches down, brushing away some debris with his sleeve. Then he sets his backpack down and unzips it, pulling out his sleeping bag.
Jeongguk unrolls it, stares at it for a second before slowly lowering himself and sitting cross legged on top. The floor is cold even through the padding, and honestly, he doesn’t want to think about what’s crawling beneath it.
If he just sleeps, the night will pass faster. Jeongguk lies down slowly and shifts around in an attempt to get comfortable. The flashlight is on the floor beside him, casting a beam across the floor, dust floating through it. He knows he should turn it off to save the battery.
“Just leave it on for a bit.” He mutters, but just as he’s about to close his eyes, there’s a sound upstairs. He sits up and freezes.
Jeongguk waits and listens for a few moments, holding his breath. But nothing. “Probably rats.” He whispers to himself, already feeling crazy because of how much he’s been talking to himself.
So he lies back down, stares at the ceiling and closes his eyes just for a second.
Another sound, though this time it’s closer.
It sounds like a whisper, even though he knows that’s not possible. His eyes snap open, and in that exact moment, his flashlight flickers before dying.
“Fucking hell—” He sits up fast, fumbling for his phone to turn on the flashlight there. It’s weaker than the other one, but better than nothing.
He thinks about the guys back at the gate, about how much they’d laugh if he walked out now. Are they even still there? Maybe he could just leave and return shortly before they’ll come back.
But then he thinks about how badly he wants to belong, and the possibility of them finding out the truth. A low creak echoes from the hallway, sounding like footsteps getting closer.
Jeongguk’s heart is pounding hard, and his mouth goes completely dry. It’s fine. There’s no one here except him.
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
Jeongguk stops breathing.
His phone screen starts flickering, then just dies completely, leaving him in total darkness. He doesn’t dare to move, just sits in silence.
“But I’m so glad you did.”
He jumps to his feet immediately and pinches himself as hard as he can, wincing a little. He starts moving toward the hallway, his phone in hand like a weapon.
Something brushes his shoulder, causing him to spin around, but nothing is there.
“Fuck this.” He mutters. “Fuck all of this.”
But instead of heading out, he decides he has to keep going. He can’t chicken out. He takes one step after another, then reaches out to the wall with his free hand. It’s cold and rough, and he cringes when he feels some damp spots.
He keeps his palms flat against it, using it to stay steady and not end up running into something. He stills for a moment, holding his own breath again, because he hears breathing.
It’s soft and slow, almost inaudible, but Jeongguk swears it’s there.
“Hello?” he calls out, instantly hating how shaky his voice sounds. “Is anyone–”
A sharp noise cuts him off. Unlike the other noises, it somewhat resembles a snap. And suddenly; music starts playing.
It’s distorted and faint, like it’s coming from an old record player in another room. It could be a waltz, but Jeongguk’s never been good at recognizing music. But what he knows is that it shouldn’t be playing. Nothing in this house works, there’s no power.
Despite everything in him screaming at him to run, something pulls him closer and so he continues walking further down the hallway. The music leads him to the door at the very end of the hall, closed shut. Just as he’s about to reach out, he feels goosebumps form all over his body, the air suddenly feeling much colder.
Jeongguk swallows hard before reaching out again, his hand shaking. The second he touches the knob, the music stops. The silence is so loud Jeongguk feels like he’s being suffocated, but just as he’s about to turn around, the door opens on its own.
Just a crack, enough for Jeongguk to catch a glimpse of what’s inside. It’s just as dark as in the rest of the house, but he still makes out some movement. And even in the dark, Jeongguk sees them: eyes. They’re glowing faintly, almost having a red glow to them.
And they’re watching him. Staring straight at him, not blinking once.
His blood runs cold.
The same voice from earlier calls out quietly, though this time it’s not a whisper. The voice is deep, velvety smooth. “Come in, Jeongguk.”
Nope.
Fuck that.
The second that voice says his name, Jeongguk’s survival instincts finally kick in. He turns around and runs. Full sprint back down the hallway, not daring to look back even once. He doesn’t want to see what might be following.
He runs past the living room and goes straight for the front door, grabbing the handle that’s thankfully not broken off like the one outside.
He starts twisting it, but it doesn’t budge.
“What the–” He yanks it harder with both hands now, dropping his phone in the process. The door rattles but stays shut, like someone locked it.
“No. no, no.” He mutters, twisting harder. “Fucking hell– This isnt funny.”
He yells over his shoulder. “Okay! You guys got me. Hilarious prank, haha, now let me out!”
Nothing.
He presses one eye to the tiny glass peephole, trying to see through it. The porch is empty, his friends aren’t there.
Of course they’re gone. It's been, what, twenty minutes? Thirty? They’re probably having the time of their lives while he’s about to get murdered in this house.
Panic starts creeping in slowly, and he swears he sees his life flash right before his eyes.
Or it’s the lights that suddenly flicker on. Not all at once, just the hallway at first, followed by the living room and then the rest. It’s dim and yellow light, the ancient bulbs seeming to have a hard time not turning off again.
Some flash once, then die before turning on again as if they can’t decide if they want to work. Jeongguk stares up at them.
“There’s no power here..” He reminds himself again.
He’s sure there’s no power, the place must’ve been disconnected decades ago. This shouldn’t be happening, it’s impossible.
He backs away from the door and turns around, quickly picking up his phone again and holding it tight as if it’s not completely useless. His eyes dart to every corner, every door, in hopes of seeing his friends, but nothing is there.
And deep down, he knows none of the guys are smart or patient enough to pull something like this off.
The lights start flickering again, and in the brief moments the house fully lights up, he thinks he sees something standing in a corner, looking straight at him.
They cut out once more, darkness crashing over him, but he just stands there completely helplessly.
As soon as they turn off, the lights turn back on again.
He blinks a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it, but no, there’s someone there, crouched at the end of the hallway by the door. A man, maybe a little older than Jeongguk, but it’s hard to tell.
He’s dressed in all black, the coat on his shoulders seeming soft, almost like fur. His hair falls into his eyes, black and wet looking. His skin is pale, like it’s made of porcelain. He looks too perfect, too flawless to be human.
He doesn’t look startled to be seen, just stares back. And then he smiles at Jeongguk. It’s not a creepy smile, his lips slightly curving up but it’s enough to make Jeongguk stumble back.
“What– who–” his voice breaks.
The man tilts his head, like he’s amused and Jeongguk’s fear is entertaining him.
“You came.” The stranger says softly. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t with how long you and your friends stayed outside.”
Jeongguk swallows hard. “What.. are you?”
The man’s eyes glitter. “Lonely.” He answers, tilting his head. “But not for much longer.”
Jeongguk blinks, and the next moment, the man is /gone/. Vanished like he was never there, and now Jeongguk really starts questioning his sanity.
He stares at the corner where he was until a second ago, and his skin breaks out in another wave of goosebumps.
He spins around wildly, his breath accelerating, but nothing. No one is there. The hallway is empty again.
“Looking for me?”
The voice is right behind him.
Jeongguk turns around again and sucks in his breath. The man towers over him, and Jeongguk forgets how to move.
His hair really is raven black, so dark it almost seems to have some blue in it, with not a single strand out of place. From up close, he sees just how smooth his skin really is, not a single flaw. Except there are marks, three tiny moles placed with unsettling precision.
One just under his right eye, one above his nostril, and the third one on his bottom lip.
Then there are his eyes. Dark irises, almost black, but not quite. There’s a faint red glow in them, just like in the eyes that were watching him earlier.
Jeongguk’s throat works, but no words come out.
The stranger hums. “Has your tongue fled, or are you just dazzled?” He leans in. “I do hope it’s the latter.”
Then, stepping back into view, he bows slightly, almost mockingly. “The name is Taehyung.” He says. “But truth be told, I’ve worn many names. Titles come and go, but Taehyung.. I’ve always rather been fond of the sound of it.”
Jeongguk sucks in a breath and stumbles back, but a hand shoots out and catches his wrist.
“Easy.” Taehyung says, holding him with his cold hand. “You’re not going to run again, are you?”
Jeongguk swallows hard, still too stunned to speak. Too stunned to even form a proper thought.
Taehyung smiles again. “You know, I was rather intrigued by your.. Offer.”
Jeongguk stares up at him, Taehyung slowly letting go of his first. “W-what offer..?”
“Oh, come on.” The demon says, almost sounding disappointed. “Have you forgotten already? Barely an hour ago, outside with your little friends..”
He leans in closer, lips brushing Jeongguk’s ear. “ ‘If there's a ghost’ ” he recites slowly. “ ‘I’ll just tell it to suck my dick.’ “
Jeongguk’s breath stutters, and Taehyung pulls back enough to meet his eyes. “A /ghost/.” he repeats. “Tch. I’ll admit, I was a little offended.” His smile is slightly crooked now.
“A ghost is such a.. lesser being, don’t you think?” He tilts his head. “Drifting around aimlessly, no body, no taste.”
He smiles faintly. “I am what your kind would call.. A demon. Though I’ve always found the term a bit unflattering.” He stands still for a moment, eyes on Jeongguk. “Horns, hooves, those grotesque little faces. Hardly my aesthetic.”
Jeongguk gasps. “I–I didn’t mean it.”
“You summoned me with such crude words, Jeongguk.”
“I wasn’t serious, I–”
“Oh, but I am.” The demon interrupts. “And I’ve come a very long way to meet the boy who said such bold, dirty things with such a pretty mouth.”
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “Now.. shall I take you up on it?”
“Listen, I really–”
“..I found your confidence very.. Appetizing.”
Jeongguk flinches when he feels Taehyung’s hand on his arm, brushing up and down his shoulder. “You’re not the first to wander in here.” he hums. “But you /are/ the first foolish enough to bait me with a mouth like that.”
“It wasn’t..” Jeongguk starts, but the words die down in his throat.
“It /wasn’t/ an offer?” Taehyung finishes for him. “Are you sure?”
He steps closer, and Jeongguk automatically starts walking backwards, until his back hits the wall. He has nowhere to go.
“Would you like to take it back?” The demon asks. “Tell me no?”
Jeongguk’s jaw clenches. His answer should be yes, he should already be on his knees begging the demon to just let him go.
But why isn’t he doing that? Why is his body instead betraying him by leaning into Taehyung’s touch? Why is he so intrigued?
“I just wanted to impress them.” Jeongguk says almost to himself, but it sounds pathetic now. Childish.
The demon tilts his head, amused. “And now look at you. Not even resisting..”
Taehyung’s watching him like he’s a lamb that walked right into his trap. His thumb lingers near Jeongguk’s mouth, pressing against his plump bottom lip. Not even enough to push in, but Jeongguk freezes.
“You know.” Taehyung starts, licking his lips. “I could make you say yes.”
Jeongguk’s eyes snap to his. “What?”
“I could make you drop to your knees.” Taehyung continues, calm as ever. “Make you beg to be used. Beg for my mouth, my cock.. My hand around your throat–”
He smiles when Jeongguk stops breathing again.
“ –and you wouldn’t even know it wasn’t your idea.”
Jeongguk swallows hard, his hands twitching at his sides. “You’re fucking with me.”
The demon shrugs. “Of course I am. That’s what I do.”
Jeongguk suddenly feels his body tense up, and before he can do anything about it, he takes one step forward without having any control over it. His eyes widen. “What did you–”
“I didn’t do anything.” Taehyung purrs, stepping in to close the gap. “I just.. nudged. Opened a door for you.” He tilts Jeongguk’s chin upwards with two fingers.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Jeongguk lets out a breath, unable to look away. “What does it matter what I say? You’ll just– make me want to say yes anyway.”
Taehyung hums, seeming almost delighted. “Oh, sweet thing. Where’s the fun in that?” his thumb brushes lightly over Jeongguk’s jaw. “Desire isn’t worth a damn if it’s stolen. I much prefer it when you give it to me willingly.”
“I don’t know.” Jeongguk finally manages to say. “It’s– fuck, this is messed up.” He hates how quiet his voice sounds. But he hates even more that part of him wants this.
“Of course it is.” Taehyung murmurs. “Desire often is. Twisted and ungodly. Yet, so beautiful.”
His fingers leave Jeongguk’s chin. “You think you’re wicked for wanting this?” He asks, almost like he’s reading his thoughts. “Sweetling, you’ve barely begun to sin.”
Jeongguk remains silent, not moving an inch. Because truthfully, he’s not sure he can anymore. How sick and twisted it sounds, something about Taehyung draws him in so much, even his fear vanishes.
“Good.” Taehyung says softly, his hand sliding down Jeongguk’s chest, tracing the zipper on his hoodie. They drift lower. “You walked into this house running your mouth like you wanted to be ruined.”
Suddenly he’s behind him, fingers grazing the back of Jeongguk’s neck. “Was that the plan?” He whispers against his ear. “Or did your little act get out of hand?”
Jeongguk doesn’t answer, because suddenly, his knees buckle. It’s like something pulls him gently, and before he knows it, he’s kneeling, feeling the wood cold under his jeans.
He didn’t actively /decide/ to do that. But he doesn’t fight it either.
Taehyung steps around him again, looking down at him with a satisfied grin. “There.” He says softly as his fingers slip into Jeongguk’s hair to tilt his face up. “Was that so hard?”
Jeongguk stares up at him with parted lips, not daring to look away.
“My, my.” Taehyung murmurs. “Look at you. Brought by your knees so easily, You modern boys are all the same.. So loud with your mouth, yet so easy to tame.”
“I wasn’t..” Jeongguk mumbles, cheeks burning red.
Taehyung’s smile drops. “You /were/.”
He tightens the grip in Jeongguk's hair. “I’ve been summoned by men greater than you.” the demon sighs. “Kings, priests, warriors. Yet none of them..” He leans down. “Had the audacity to offer their body so freely.”
He brushes Jeongguk’s flushed cheek with the back of his hand. “You wished to impress your friends, and now look at you.”
Jeongguk’s voice shakes. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No?” Taehyung lets out a breathless laugh. “Then why are you hard, little one?”
He hadn’t noticed it. But now that Taehyung said it, he can /feel/ it, the tightness against the front of his jeans. He forces himself to look down and sees it, the heavy outline of his cock pressing against the fabric.
It throbs painfully now that he’s aware of it, and he clenches his fists at his side. He doesn’t know what to do.
He wants. Desperately. And it terrifies him.
How deep this want goes. How natural it feels now that he’s slowly letting his guard down.
Like Taehyung hasn’t created this need,but only /found/ it. Pulled it into the light and said ‘look what’s always been here.’
A quiet, involuntary whimper slips out of him.
“There it is.” The demon nods. “The truth of your body, sweetling. Always so much braver than your mouth. There’s no shame in it.” He brushes his thumb along Jeongguk’s bottom lip again, slowly pressing it inside. “Open up for me.”
Jeongguk obeys immediately, parting his lips. Taehyung rests his thumb on his tongue for a moment. “Good.” He pulls his thumb out slowly, watching the saliva glisten in the low light.
“I wonder how long it will take before you’re weeping for me to use you properly.”
Jeongguk’s thighs press together hard, but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps. His cock is leaking, soaked into the fabric of his briefs and probably his jeans too. He’s almost certain there’s a wet patch by now, and the thought alone makes his face burn hotter.
He’s never been like this. So riled up while barely touched, not even kissed. It’s just words and he’s already losing his mind.
“I ought to make use of this mouth.” Taehyung murmurs. “Tell me, has anyone ever taken your throat before?”
Jeongguk shakes his head. “N-no.” He says. “I’ve.. I’ve never–” he swallows. “I’ve never done this before.”
“How noble of you, to let me be your first.” the demon says. “Though I suspect your eagerness is less about generosity.. and more about the ache between your legs.”
Jeongguk shudders, but he doesn’t deny it.
“Open up. Let me take your mouth.”
Jeongguk shifts on his knees. “Yeah.” He nods quickly. “Take it.”
A smile forms on Taehyung’s lips. ”Such eager consent. I do appreciate a willing offering.”
Jeongguk’s lips part slowly, eyes flicking up to meet Taehyung’s. He feels so small beneath him, and that somehow makes it even better.
“Wider.” Taehyung commands, and Jeongguk obeys immediately.
The demon unbuttons his trousers, freeing his cock. It’s longer than average, thicker too. But not in a way that looks grotesque. His cock curves slightly upward, flushed a deep shade of red at the end. It’s too perfect, just like the rest of him.
Like whatever made him didn’t bother with flaws.
Taehyung doesn’t ease him into it. He /feeds/ him his cock, pushing past Jeongguk’s lips until his mouth is full of it and his jaw aches. It hits the back of his throat, tears forming in his eyes. Jeongguk chokes, but he doesn’t pull back.
Taehyung’s grip in his hair keeps him exactly where he wants him. “Breathe through your nose.” He says. “You’ll take it. You’ll take /all/ of it.”
He thrusts in again, harder now. Jeongguk’s eyes roll back as spit starts to pour down his chin, a filthy, wet /slurp/ filling the room.
“Look at that.” Taehyung growls. “Crying around my cock.”
Jeongguk is crying now, tears spilling down his cheeks as his throat tries to adjust. His chest is heaving heavily, fingers digging into his jeans.
And yet, his cock’s still hard, throbbing.His stomach tightens every time Taehyung buries himself deep and holds there, letting him suffocate just a bit before pulling back.
“You love this.” Taehyung grunts, breathing heavily “Such a wretched little thing. Drooling and weeping, yet still nursing my cock.”
Jeongguk’s breath comes in broken gasps each time Taehyung pulls out just enough for him to catch his breath. His throat is raw and aching already, but he can’t stop. He wants to be used until he can’t think.
Taehyung's rhythm falters for a second before he picks up the pace again. “Hold still for me.” He groans. Jeongguk doesn’t understand what he said until he feels Taehyung’s cock pulse in his throat.
With a low groan, Taehyung presses in deep until his hips are flush against Jeongguk’s face, and comes without a warning.
The first spurt of cum makes Jeongguk jerk instantly, but Taehyung holds him in place. It fills his throat, forcing him to swallow again and again just to keep up and not choke.
Each movement of his throat only earns another deeper groan from Taehyung, making Jeongguk’s cock twitch.
When he finally pulls out, his cock slips free from Jeongguk’s mouth with a wet sound. A string of cum and spit connects them for a moment before it breaks and messily spills across Jeongguk’s lips and chin.
“There.“ Taehyung murmurs and slowly lets go of his hair. “Could empty myself in you a thousand times and you’d still open your mouth, wouldn’t you?”
Jeongguk nods quickly “Yes.” He whispers, voice hoarse. “Please.”
“Get up.” Taehyung suddenly says. “Let me see you.”
Jeongguk does as he’s told, his legs slightly shaking. He then looks up to meet his eyes, waiting for the next thing to happen.
“Now.” Taehyung starts, looking him up and down. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”
Jeongguk hesitates only for a second before reaching for his hoodie. His fingers tremble slightly when he opens the zipper and drops his jeans to the floor, followed by his T-shirt. Cold air brushes over his skin, making him shiver.
Taehyung doesn’t even glance down, his grin tells Jeongguk he doesn’t need to. It tells him he already knows everything, and there’s no point in trying to cover up.
“Now.” Taehyung says, his voice a little softer. “Go to the door at the end of the hall.”
Jeongguk turns but hesitates, remembering the two glowing eyes that watched him from that very room. Goosebumps start forming all over his body despite now knowing that it was Taehyung.
So he starts walking anyway, completely bare and exposed, feeling Taehyung’s presence right behind him without even having to look. When he reaches the door, it once again opens before he gets the chance to touch it.
With slow steps, he walks inside, only to freeze into place. The room inside doesn’t match the rest of the house at all. No peeling wallpaper, no dusty floors or cracked floor. No cobwebs, no sheets covering old furniture.
It’s pristine.
It’s lit by a giant crystal chandelier above. The light is soft with a golden shimmer, bouncing off the glass pieces, and it doesn’t flicker like the other light bulbs in the rest of the house. Unlike the other windows, the ones in this room aren’t sealed up with wooden panels either.
Instead, it’s covered by thick, velvety curtains that are dark green, though almost seem black even in the light. They’re drawn tight, with the fabric pooling a little where it meets the floor.
Most of the space in the room is taken up by a massive four poster bed sitting right in the middle. The frame looks old, made out of carved wood with a dark finish. Long fabric hands from each of the tall posts, all in different hues of green and gold that match perfectly.
The bed itself is decorated with a mess of layered blankets on top of each other, with pillows everywhere.
Jeongguk steps in further, his bare feet soundless on the thick rug that covers the entire floor. There’s other furniture too, but it feels secondary to the bed.
One dresser pushed against one wall, with countless different pieces of golden jewelry scattered across. There’s also a single armchair in the corner next to a standing mirror made out of the same curved wood as the bed.
Another step in, and suddenly the door shuts behind him, locking with a soft click.
The next moment, he feels a big hand on his lower back, making him flinch slightly.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” Taehyung murmurs against his ear, breath hot. Before Jeongguk can react, he’s already being pushed toward the bed. The pressure isn’t harsh, but he still stumbles forward until his knees hit the edge of the mattress.
He tries to turn around, but another shove against his shoulder is enough to make him land on the bed with a soft thud. He scrambles to sit up, looking back over his shoulder to meet the elder’s eyes.
“Stubborn little thing.” He says, not quite smiling. “On your back. I want to see you.”
Jeongguk barely nods before shifting onto his back and locking eyes with the demon once more. He feels even more exposed now, spread out under Taehyung’s gaze. Said man just stands there for a bit, taking in every inch of Jeongguk’s body like he has all the time in the world.
Jeongguk’s instincts kick in and his thighs twitch, wanting to close his legs in an attempt to hide the flush of arousal that’s already taken over him. But Taehyung, still fully clothed, steps in before he can move fully, standing between Jeongguk’s legs.
“Ah, ah.” Taehyung murmurs, tilting his head slightly. One of his hand moves to rest on Jeongguk’s inner thigh, holding him open. “None of that. If you’re going to offer yourself to me, don’t start hiding now.”
“I wasn’t–” Jeongguk’s voice comes out shaky, feeling himself leak just from Taehyung’s hand being so close to where he wants him the most. “I didn’t mean to..I’m sorry.”
“You did.” Taehyung hums, though he doesn’t seem mad, rather amused. He leans down, just enough for Jeongguk to feel his breath hit his collarbones, his hand still firm between his legs but not moving.
“I told you I wanted to see you.” His eyes flick up, locking with Jeongguk’s. “And you’ll give me that, won’t you?”
Jeongguk swallows hard and immediately starts nodding, not trusting his voice to be steady enough. It puts a smile on Taehyung’s face. “Good boy.”
Just when he’s sure he’ll finally get his reward, Taehyung’s hand leaves him, the man stepping back. The sudden absence of Taehyung’s hand on him makes him shiver, a quiet whimper escaping his lips.
He watches Taehyung turn his back to him and cross the room, sitting on the armchair. Jeongguk stays quiet as the demon makes himself comfortable, one arm resting along the side of the chair and his eyes fixated on Jeongguk.
It’s a perfect view from there. Taehyung’s eyes trace the lines of Jeongguk’s body spread out on the bed, his chest rising and falling just a little too fast. It makes Jeongguk shift, growing impatient.
“What are you–” He starts, but he cuts himself off when he suddenly starts moving. Once again by choice.
His hand rises, slow and trembling, almost as if it’s pulled by invisible strings. The other slides down the center of his chest, then settles between his thighs. His legs shift to open even wider, knees drawing up until nothing is left hidden.
It’s his body, his hands, but they don’t feel like his own right now. It’s humiliating, or it should be, but he doesn’t feel shame. If anything, he finds a strange liking to the way his body moves like it’s on autopilot without overthinking it.
Taehyung hasn’t moved, still sitting completely still in that armchair, but it feels like his eyes are burning into Jeongguk. Jeongguk whimpers, his own fingers suddenly wrapping around his cock and starting to stroke.
It’s not him. It’s his hand, but it feels so strange. It also feels so, so wrong, but not because he’s under Taehyung’s control, but because of how perfect it feels.
Taehyung tilts his head, tongue wetting his bottom lip. Jeongguk’s mouth opens, a moan meaning to escape, but instead, he speaks.
“I want you to watch me.” He says, voice hollow and making Taehyung’s eyes darken. “I want you to see how desperate I am. How pathetic. How I’ll touch myself for you like a whore and still ask for more.”
The moment those words leave his mouth, his face starts burning in shame. He tries to pull back and explain that he didn’t mean it, but the protest never makes it past his lips, because it suddenly hits him.
He had thought those things just now, but he’d have never dared to say them out loud.
Taehyung didn’t put the words in his mouth and forced him to say them out loud. He just pulled them out from the most quiet corners of his mind, every word dragged straight from the part of him he never wanted anyone to see. Least of all, himself.
And suddenly, he starts to wonder. Because if Taehyung was able to surface those thoughts, what else does he know? What else is buried inside him that he hasn’t let himself even think?
He swallows hard, his hand still moving in a slow rhythm, unable to stop. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but it makes the embarrassment even worse. His body is betraying him, screaming for more even when tears start to form in his eyes.
He blinks fast, trying to push them back, but his body doesn’t listen, and his hand just starts moving faster around his slick cock. Jeongguk lets out a whimper when it suddenly lets go of his cock and starts moving further down.
Taehyung smiles. “Go on, little puppet.” He says softly. “Show me what you’d never admit to wanting.”
His fingers are slick with precome, sticky and warm against his own skin. It coats even his knuckles, making them glisten faintly in the light. He hadn’t realized how much he was leaking until now.
He reaches further back, and the moment his fingers brush over the tight ring of muscles, he flinches. Jeongguk sighs in pleasure as he circles it once again.
He slightly pouts when he starts adjusting his position, a bit clumsy, until he finds one that gives him better access and Taehyung a better view. He knows exactly what he must look like–flushed and panting, legs open wide with slick fingers circling his own rim without pushing in.
“Beautiful.” Taehyung’s voice suddenly calls from across the room, making Jeongguk feel weirdly proud. “So filthy. So eager to show me how desperate you are. You truly have no shame, do you?”
Jeongguk whines breathlessly as he starts nodding and pushing just the tip of his fingers past the rim. “Yes.. Y-Yes I’m filthy. I want you– want you to watch me. I want–”
Suddenly, his voice stops. He freezes when realization hits him that he has free control over his body again. He hadn’t been forced to do any of that, putting himself on pull display for Taehyung to see.
He did it himself.
Jeongguk’s eyes squeeze shut, body arching as he starts pumping his cock again, eager to finally reach his climax. He realizes how close he is, toes curling against the bedsheets. He’s going to come, and Taehyung will watch him.
“Stop.” He hears Taehyung say, but he’s too far gone to listen.
Finally, he will be able to get that sweet, sweet release, finally he–
His hand stops, mid stroke. Frozen.
“No–” Jeongguk gasps with a broken voice, his hips jerking forward in a poor attempt for fiction. “No, no, please–”
But the grip around his cock loosens, and no matter how much he tries to move, to beg so he can finish, his body doesn’t listen.
“Ah..” Taehyung murmurs, leaning forward slightly. “You don’t come unless I say so, Sweetling.”
Jeongguk lets out a sound that resembles both a moan and a sob. His cock is throbbing, flushed and leaking more against his belly.
“Again.” The demon commands, and just like that, Jeongguk’s body obeys, his hand moving again, faster this time. It feels like his own body is punishing him for even trying to disobey and put his own pleasure before Taehyung’s orders.
It doesn’t take long before he’s close again, his stomach clenching hard. But again, his hand stops just before he finally reaches his orgasm.
A ruined whimper escapes him, along with a tear that slips down the side of his cheek.
“Your body is so obedient.” Taehyung says, voice calm as ever. “Tell me.” The demon gets up and moves toward the bed, eager to get a better look at the human. “Do you like it? Stroking yourself in front of me, again and again, just to be denied?”
Jeongguk’s thighs are shaking, a loud sob escaping his mouth when his hand starts moving again. “Please– A-Ah, please, I can’t, I need to–” he chokes on his own spit, closing his eyes shut from the pleasure.
“You /need/ to?” Taehyung repeats, arching a brow as he looks down at him. “How sweet. I thought this was about impressing your little frat boys, not humping your hand like a dog.”
Jeongguk sobs again, but he can’t stop himself from grinding up into his fist, chasing every bit of friction like his life depends on it. “Please let me come.” He begs, voice cracking. “I-I’ll do anything, just– please, I’m so close–”
“It’s funny.” Taehyung hums, smirking. “Earlier you were so confident you’d make a ghost suck your dick. But here you are now.” He growls, reaching down to grip Jeongguk’s jaw. “Crying. Begging.”
“Say it.” Taehyung commands, making Jeongguk blink through the tears. “W-what?”
“Say what you are.”
“I–I don’t know–”
“Oh, of course you do, doll.” Taehyung’s voice drops. “I won’t let you come, then.”
“I’m–” Jeongguk’s voice trembles, finally stopping his inner voice from staying inside. “I’m yours.”
Taehyung hums. “Louder.”
“I belong to you.” He says again, louder and more clearly. “I’m only yours, I’ll do anything, please– Let me come, I’m your good boy, please–”
The demon’s lips curve into a slow smile. “Now.”
In an instant, his body obeys. His back arches violently and his mouth falls open as he finally, fucking finally, crashes over the edge. His whole body jerks at the overwhelming pleasure, everything spilling over himself.
He comes so hard he sees white, the pleasure almost painful, but he can’t help the ruined moans from escaping him. When he collapses back against the sheets, his vision is completely blurred.
But his body doesn’t stop and his cock twitches, oversensitive, as another spurt of cum spills across his stomach in a weak trickle. He blinks a few times before looking up, his breath getting caught in his throat.
Taehyung’s no longer wearing a single piece of clothing. He questions how the demon could’ve possibly had the time to strip bare in the instant of a blink, when Taehyung’s fingers slide through the mess on his stomach. “Held it in so well for me.”
Jeongguk gasps quietly when he gets a better look at Taehyung hovering over him, completely exposed just like himself. He’s inhumanly beautiful, the muscles defined like they were carved into his pale, marble-like skin. There are runes barely glowing along his ribs and hips, and Jeongguk fights the urge to reach out to touch them.
Even after having it in his mouth easier, the sight of Taehyung’s cock makes more heat burn in Jeongguk’s belly. He sucks in a breath.
“What?” Taehyung laughs amused. “You look surprised. Did you think you’d be the only one exposed tonight?”
The demon climbs onto the bed like a predator, hovering over Jeongguk. “Don’t worry, Sweetling.” He says softly. “I’ll take care of you.”
Jeongguk barely has time to catch his breath before Taehyung grabs him and flips him over, shoving him face down into the mattress like it’s nothing. The motion knocks a gasp out of him, his knees digging into the sheets.
Then, those big hands grab his hips and drag him back, arching him up. He uses both hands to spread his cheeks, pulling him open with his thumbs. “Such a delicate little thing.”
The first swipe of Taehyung’s tongue makes his legs give in immediately. It’s hot and wet, but most importantly, /long/. So fucking long and dragging over his rim on a single motion that seems to never end, feeling inhumane, almost serpentine.
“Stay still.” Taehyung snaps, but leaves Jeongguk the control over his own body. “Oh, my sweet boy. I could drown in you forever and still hunger for more.”
Then he dives in completely, working him open like he’s starving for it. Spitting, licking, sucking round the tight ring of muscles until it starts pulsing under his tongue. The sounds are so wet it’s obscene, and Jeongguk just pushes further into it.
He whimpers, unable to stop the gasps and little helpless sobs from never having felt anything like this.
Taehyung growls against him before licking into him deeper. “Fucking leaking again.” He mutters, voice muffled.
Jeongguk shakes as his eyes roll back. His cock’s hard again, untouched and leaking, rubbing against the sheets. “Please– Don’t stop..”
With one more lick, Taehyung pulls away, but before Jeongguk can protest, he feels a thick drop of saliva on his rim, making him shudder. The next moment, he feels a finger being pushed inside.
He gasps, hole fluttering around the single finger. “You’re untouched here. Yet you open so well for me.” The finger presses deeper, curling inside him while Taehyung keeps licking.
A second finger joins a moment later, spreading him open with slow, scissoring motions. Jeongguk’s jaw clenches at the unknown feeling of being stretched so full by something so small.
It’s embarrassing how fast the discomfort shifts into pleasure.
Jeongguk starts moaning without holding back, stretched open around two thich fingers, twitching every time Taehyung spits and licks into him again. “F–Fuck– M–more– Please–”
With no warning, Taehyung pulls his fingers out, only to replace them with his cock in one brutal thrust.
Jeongguk screams.
It tears out of him, because Taehyung is huge, forcing him open. It feels like he’s being split into two, with no time to adjust at all, causing his legs to give in completely.
Taehyung groans behind him, holding him by the hips. “That’s it.” He growls, nails digging into the flesh. “So tight, just for me.”
Jeongguk’s arms are next to give in, making his chest hit the mattress with his hips still held into place by the elder. His whole body trembles as Taehyung pulls out just enough before slamming back in even harder.
“F-Fuck–!” Jeongguk sob-screams, gripping the sheets as tears spill from his eyes, partially because of the pain, partially because of the pleasure that’s slowly creeping up on him. “T-Taehyung, please– Ah–!”
“What is it?” Taehyung asks, voice weirdly calm as he keeps the brutal pace up. “Too much?”
Every thrust knocks the air out of his lungs, forcing out desperate little sounds he couldn’t hold in if he tried. His cock leaks against the sheets, overstimulated, and his brain is starting to fog.
Taehyung leans over him, one hand around his neck now. “You said you wanted more.” He whispers, grinding deeper into him. “You /got/ more.”
He pulls back, until just the thick tip stretches Jeongguk’s pulsing hole and slams in again. And again. And again.
Until Jeongguk can’t think or speak, can’t do anything but take it. And he’s never loved anything more. Every thrust seems to drive him more and more crazy, the slick sounds of Taehyung’s cock pounding into him filling the room and mixing with his cries.
The demon grabs a fistful of Jeongguk’s hair, yanking his head up. “You sound like you’re about to cry, Sweetling.” His breath is hot against his ear, overstimulating Jeongguk even more.
And Jeongguk /is/ crying, his cheeks wet and mouth open, drool just slipping out. He feels Taehyung stop for a moment to adjust his angle, and when he pushes back in, a jolt of pleasure crashes over Jeongguk.
“Ahh– Fuck! Fuck, r–right there– oh my g–” Jeongguk wails. “God– fuck, Taehyung–” he gasps, words slurred.
“Right there?” Taehyung purrs. “That’s what you needed? That sweet little spot inside you?”
Jeongguk nods, unable to even say a single word as Taehyung keeps abusing that spot.
“Taking it so well, my little doll.”
“I–fuck, I can’t–” Jeongguk chokes out, completely wrecked.
“Yes, you can.” Taehyung’s voice drops to a growl. “You’re /mine/ aren't you?”
His hand tightens in Jeongguk’s hair, the other still around his throat. “Say it.” Taehyung hisses, moving faster. “Say whose cock’s making you fall apart.”
Jeongguk whimpers. “Y-yours–”
Taehyung squeezes just a little, not cutting off his air. “Louder.”
“YOURS!” Jeongguk cries out.
“That’s right.” Jeongguk’s body jolts forward with every thrust, pushed down and pinned into place in whatever way Taehyung desires. He releases Jeongguk’s throat only to slap his ass, hard enough to leave a mark. “You don’t get to come until I say so. You don’t get to do /anything/ unless I say so. Understand?”
Jeongguk nods frantically. “Use me.. P-please, fuck– just /use me/–”
And Taehyung does. Fucking him like it’s his right, like he’s claiming every inch of Jeongguk. Not just his body, but also his mind, his soul. /Everything./
Jeongguk’s almost there. He can feel it building again, but Taehyung knows it too. He feels the way Jeongguk’s hole clenches around him like it’s trying to milk him, and how his back arches.
So he stops.
“T-Taehyung–w-why– please..” he cries into the sheets, feeling helpless.
“Oh?” Taehyung hums behind him. “Were you about to come, Sweetling?” he leans forward, placing a kiss on Jeongguk’s earlobe. It leaves his skin burning. “That’s adorable.”
Taehyung’s hand on Jeongguk’s lower back forces him still, unable to move. Then the other hand slides under Jeongguk, fingers curling around his cock.
And then he squeezes. Hard.
Jeongguk yelps, the pain killing the orgasm that was just about to build up. Taehyung lets go of his cock again before thrusting into him once and stopping again.
“Maybe I’ll just keep you like this.” he says lazily, rolling his lips just a little. “Just a pretty little hole to keep my cock nice and snug. How’s that sound?”
Jeongguk whimpers, feeling completely helpless. “Please..” He whispers. “I’ll do anything..”
“Oh, I /know/ you will. Bet you’d give me your soul just so you can come.”
Taehyung breathes through his nose, savoring the way Jeongguk feels around him. Then he pulls out painfully slowly, dragging every inch free until, once again, only the swollen head of his cock stays inside.
Jeongguk gasps, his hole fluttering like it’s trying to suck in more, Just the tip stretches him so beautifully, barely keeping him filled. Taehyung glances down at his ass, at the deep red handprint blooming on one cheek.
/Claimed./
“You wear it so well.”
Jeongguk just whines, his lips bitten open and cheeks wet with tears. When Taehyung slams back into him without another warning, he knows it’s over for him.
He’s wailing, loud and unashamed. Another slap lands on the opposite cheek, making Jeongguk jolt. His hole clenches so tight around Taehyung’s cock it’s almost painful.
“You’re going to come, right here, while I fuck the shame out of you.” Taehyung growls, before one hand wraps around his throat again, the other gripping his hip so hard it leaves bruises. “Come, my sweet thing. Show me how beautiful you are when you break for me.”
And Jeongguk does.
Comes hard and untouched, face shoved into the sheets as cum spurts hot between his belly and mattress. The most obscene sounds leave his mouth as it keeps going, as if all the humiliation made him come harder than anything else ever could.
And the demon just fucks him through it, even when he’s limb against the bed, moaning softly like he doesn’t even know anymore what’s happening. His body is twitching, ass red and still stuffed full of Taehyung’s cock.
He’s gone.
/Cockdrunk./
“Mmm.. ngh–f-fuck, I.. I want..” He slurs, wrecked beyond repair. “Tae– Taehyung, please, I wanna– wanna be full, I– /please–/”
Taehyung hums, dragging a lazy thrust through his overstimulated hole. “Full?” He mocks. “Is that all you can think about now, pretty boy?”
Jeongguk nods weakly, trying to push himself into his forearms. “Yes– fuck, please.. P-please fill me up– I’ll b-be good, I’ll– just wanna feel it so bad..”
He’s babbling, completely lost as he’s grinding back. His body is chasing more, even though it’s too much already. “Wanna feel you in me, wanna be yours– want you to use me–”
“Look at you..” Taehyung groans, having a hard time holding back now. “You /that/ empty, baby?”
Jeongguk nods again, faster now.
Taehyung grabs his hips hard. “You’re not gonna get a drop until I hear you /beg/.”
Jeongguk sobs. “Please, Taehyung– fill me up, wanna– wanna feel it dripping, f-fucking ruin me already, wanna be yours so f–fucking bad–”
Taehyung growls low when he finally gives in, slamming deep into Jeongguk as he spills everything inside him. It’s hot and feels endless, coating every inch of his insides and painting them white.
Jeongguk yelps at how full he feels. “O-oh my g– FUCK!”
“T-that’s it..” Taehyung breathes, not moving now. “Hold it in, pretty thing. Don’t waste a single drop.”
And Jeongguk does, staying on all fours until Taehyung’s hand lifts him gently to guide him backward until he’s on his side. His back is pressed against Taehyung’s chest, the demon curling around him like a shadow.
Still inside.
His arm feels heavy around his waist, his fingers grazing over Jeongguk’s belly. His lips brush the back of Jeongguk’s neck, and Jeongguk clutches Taehyung’s arm.
His hole flutters helplessly around Taehyung’s cock, every twitch pushing a tiny spill of cum out, pooling around the base. Jeongguk gasps softly, trying to adjust to the stretch by finding a better position, when a tiny sound escapes him.
“Hhk–”
He freezes.
Taehhyung just chuckles behind him, tightening the grip around Jeongguk. “Was that a /hiccup/?”
Jeongguk turns bright red, quickly trying to breathe normally. “N-no– I d–” Another one slips from his mouth.
Taehyung’s nose grazes his shoulder. “Poor thing. Fucked so dumb you forgot how to breathe?”
-:-
The front door opens just past sunrise, and Jeongguk steps out, breathing in the cold morning air. His clothes are all in place, shoes on, hair a little messy, but otherwise..fine.
“HOLY SHIT!” Yeonjun yells from the lawn. “He lives!”
Suho whoops, both hands in the air as he starts jogging toward Jeongguk. “Told you he wouldn’t pussy out.”
When Jeongguk leaves the porch, the morning sun hits his face directly, making him squint. His whole body feels like it was rewired, sore in places he didn’t even know existed. Not to mention how tender his ass feels.
But he forces a grin on his lips anyways and adjusts the backpack before meeting his friends halfway. He clears his throat and shrugs. “Told you so.”
Minhyuk claps him on the back way too hard, but Jeongguk covers it up with a laugh. “Dude, you’re a fucking legend. Tell us everything.”
“Must’ve been boring as shit if he’s still alive.” Yeonjun snorts. “Come on, was it like.. Ghosts? Or did you just jerk off and fall asleep?”
Jeongguk lets out a soft chuckle, fixing his hair a little. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Suho elbows him. “Bro. Don’t be like that, spill.”
“Was it cold? Stuff moving around at 3AM?” Yeonjun asks with sparkling eyes, then gasps. “Did you feel watched?”
Jeongguk looks between the three for a bit, then just shrugs and starts walking. “Dunno. Slept like a baby.”
Minhyuk snorts. “/Liar./”
“Seriously.” Jeongguk looks back at them and adjusts the backpack. “Nothing happened. You’re just paranoid.”
The three of them trail after him, refusing to let it go, but Jeongguk dodges most questions. His legs move on their own, his mind is somewhere else entirely.
Just when they leave the gate, he stops, his friends not noticing and walking ahead.
He turns around, spotting how one window isn’t covered, instead just a curtain from inside pushed to the side.
Taehyung stands there, looking right at him. Watching him.
Jeongguk doesn’t react, just stares at him like he’s in trance.
“Jeongguk!” Suho calls out, snapping him out of it in an instant. “Come on!”
“Coming.” He answers, but it takes another moment to be able to look away from the window.
When he looks back again, that very window is shut tight with wooden panels again, Taehyung nowhere to be seen.
And all he can think about is how badly he wants to go back. /How soon he will./