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Dwight was stupid. So, so stupid.
He had his hands tied to a hook in the basement; struggling to stand on his tip toes. His legs were tired and so was he; he just hoped whatever Ji-woon was gonna do to him was quick.
Dwight agreed to let him do whatever he wanted as long as he promised to not kill him for a while—Dwight hated the feeling of knives stabbing into his back repeatedly— As if there was someone who liked that, anyways.
It was so hard to get away from the Trickster, he was really fast with throwing all of those knives—its like Dwight blinked once and then boom ; eight knives have been thrown at his back.
Dwight went down so quickly against him, not only was it extremely painful; it was annoying . Embarrassing too, his teammates probably thought he sucked .
Dwight was snapped out of his thoughts when Ji-woon entered the basement, he seemed to examine Dwight. He didn’t know if Ji-woon was disgusted by looking at him or intrigued by him. His face was hard to read.
Ji-woon threw his baseball bat to the floor—a singular knife in his other hand, he walked closer to Dwight and gently put his hand on his shoulder.
“You’re cute ,” Ji-woon started, “For someone so… inferior .” He smiled as he spoke, he was such a dickhead. Dwight scoffed.
“Just do whatever you were gonna do, get it over with.” Dwight spat, rolling his eyes.
This earned him a hard slap on the cheek.
“Don’t get an attitude with me , byeong-sin. ” Ji-woon held the knife to Dwights throat after slapping him, whatever attitude Dwight had was instantly stopped. He whimpered and nodded his head while muttering ‘sorry’ repeatedly.
“Good!” Ji-woon chimed, he slowly trailed the knife down Dwights neck towards his shirt; the blade created a thin, shallow slice along Dwights neck as it trailed down, making Dwight wince in pain.
Ji-woon roughly sliced through Dwights shirt, tearing the fabric to reveal his chest. He used his hands to rip the shirt off the rest of the way.
Ji-woon roughly groped Dwights waist, squishing his side—This was so embarrassing for Dwight.
“Cuutteee..” Ji-woon cooed, trailing the knife along Dwights stomach. “But you’d look so much cuter if you were marked with my name..” Dwights eyes shot wide open— What the fuck? What was he gonna do?
His question was answered pretty quickly; Ji-woon sat on his knees and used one of his arms to hold Dwights knees in place tightly. He held the knife to Dwights stomach and started to carve his name into his lower stomach.
It was so slow. Every drag of the knife made Dwights eyes well with tears, he was whimpering like a puppy . Ji-woon was definitely going slow on purpose.
It felt like an eternity—when in reality it was probably about two minutes.
Ji-woon was being careful with it. The pain was slightly less than it was when he first started—Dwight couldn’t help but to press into the blade slightly.
Did he… like this?
It was weirdly erotic, being branded like this. It was like Ji-woon owned him, like Dwight was his and his only to keep. It was kind of hot.
The last little cut was a heart—his stomach was covered in cuts spelling out “Ji-woon Hak ♡”.
Dwight liked it. He knew it was so, so fucked up but he loved it. He wanted more .
Ji-woon started to press his hand against Dwights clothed cock—He was hard . He hadn’t even noticed it himself.
“You really like your gift, don’t you?” Ji-woon teased, his fingers rubbing against Dwights crotch.
Dwight whimpered, his hips unintentionally bucking up against Ji-woons touch.
Ji-woon stood up, pressing their chests together as his fingers made their way into Dwights pants.
His fingers wrapped around Dwights cock—he was average, Ji-woon thought about making fun of it but they were pretty similar in size; so he put it off.
He softly jerked his hand, using Dwights precum as a sort of half-assed lube.
Dwight whined, he tugged against the rope tying him to the hook—bucking his hips uncontrollably against Ji-woons touch.
Dwights mouth fell open; he was gasping and moaning—he really shouldn’t be enjoying this considering Ji-woon was a killer, but right now he didn’t care—he loved this.
Dwight was so close—there was a string of drool pooling out of the side of his mouth, dripping down his cheek.
“Close— close !” Dwight whined out. Almost as soon as he said that, Ji-woon stopped. He pulled his hand out of Dwights pants and rubbed the precum covering his hand on Dwights chest.
“You don’t deserve to cum, not this time.” Ji-woon said smugly. “You can get yourself off while touching your.. ‘ gift ’ when you get back to the campfire, silly.”
Dwight was panting, he needed to cum so bad. He felt like begging Ji-woon to let him, but he could already tell he definitely wouldn’t budge.
Dwight sighed, his pink-tinted face turned up to watch as Ji-woon cut the rope holding him up.
“Next time I might let you cum.” Ji-woon said. “Go on now, get the hatch. The entity might start suspecting things if you don’t.” He said, he gave Dwight a gentle nudge as he gestured towards the stairs of the basement.
Dwight sighed, he was still rock hard. It was going be so difficult to focus on finding hatch.