Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XVII

Short Author Note: Hey guys! Before the story starts, just a heads up! I updated the cover of the story and might be updating some other things like the story description and just generally cleaning up some things around here.

Don't worry, nothing significant is changing. ^_^ I was also thinking about adding some of the songs I've been listening to while writing.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy what's to come ^_~

(Warning: Non consensual Sexual Acts Ahead)

Soft moans spilled from Ji-Woon as he worked over your neck. The lewd noises sent a blush crawling to your cheeks but you refused to do or say anything yourself. The killer sure was not shy, allowing the way he felt to be known very clearly. You struggled underneath the weight of his body but he only chuckled, tightening the grip of his legs around you. He had shrugged out of his jacket at some point, several knives spilling out of the pockets and littering the ground. You eyed them with determination, an idea forming in your head.

However, you wouldn't be able to enact the plan with Ji-Woon holding down both of your wrists. But how could you get him to let go?

His kisses became wild and sloppy as he sucked on the skin of your neck being sure to mark you. He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed his love with passion and vigor. Slowly, his hand slipped up your arm, resting against your jaw. Clenching tightly, he pushed your head to the side and dragged your sweatshirt down your shoulder. Immediately, he took the newly exposed skin into his mouth, relishing the shivers he was drawing from you.

"You're so sensitive, darling," he breathed. "If the outside is like this...I can't help imagining your insides..." chuckling darkly he took in the horrified expression growing on your features. "If only I still had my recording equipment..."

Real terror rushed through your veins. You had to get to one of those knives! With no idea how far Ji-Woon was planning to push this, time became of the essence. He had freed one of your wrists but it was the arm furthest away from the knives. Whether that was intentional or not, you still attempted to wiggle for it.

Ji-Woon hardly noticed a thing you did, instead focused on planting as many marks as possible on your body.

Those would not be easy to explain later.

With a final push, you nabbed a knife. Gripping it by the end, you gave one, quick slash towards Ji-Woon's face. He stopped abruptly, a thin slice of blood oozing from his forehead. Bright red droplets covered his silver brow as he brought his face up to look at you. A wild gleam shined in his eyes and it appeared you had only riled him up further. Chest shaking with laughter, he wrenched the knife from your hands in one fell swoop.

"If you wanted to play with knives, you should have told me earlier!" Bubbling with maniacal laughter, he slashed wildly at your sweatshirt. The fabric tore instantly, specks of blood flying into the air.

Long, continuous screams fell from your open mouth and he swallowed them up with an all consuming kiss. Halting the slices, he moved the blade to your side and pressed it into your ribcage. You thrashed wildly, beating against the crazed murderer with every ounce of strength you could muster.

Pulling back, he looked at you with eyes full of lust. "Oh, (Y/n), you will never escape me. No matter how hard you try. We were meant for each other!"

Your vision blurred as blood leaked from the open wound. Ji-Woon looked you over, several parts of your bare chest visible to him.

He sighed lovingly, stroking the back of a hand against your cheek. "You are so lovely like this!" Pressing a thumb into your breast, he rubbed circles around the bud until a moan was drawn from your lips. Once he found that sweet spot he abused it mercilessly, watching your reactions intently.

Bile rose in your throat. You were so ashamed he had been able to force those noises from you.

"I've waited so long to hear you moan beneath me!" his eyes rolled back with pleasure and he reached towards the zipper of his jeans, sliding it down just a bit.

Your eyes widened and a renewed sense of struggle rose within you.

"I should take you right here, right now." He shivered at the prospect, his hips bucking down sharply.

Weakly, you pushed your knees against his thighs, hoping with all hope to somehow push him off of you. The Trickster barely noticed the movement, instead placing a palm flat on your chest and pushing your body into the ground. You could feel your heart pounding like crazy and you willed a scream to come forth. However, nothing but a bit of blood bubbled up your throat. The liquid dribbled out of the corner of your mouth and Ji-Woon swiped it up with a thumb. You watched with glazed eyes as he pressed the thumb to the tip of his tongue, tasting your blood.

Moaning slightly, he shook his head as if to snap out of a stupor. "No," he breathed shakily, taking some of his weight off you. "Not yet." Glaring down at you, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I haven't broken you yet."

Placing a hand on either side of your head, he pushed himself up to a stand. You rolled onto your stomach immediately, crawling away on hands and knees. Soft whimpers fell from your mouth as blood splattered the dirt below you.

"You'll come back to me of your own accord," he chuckled, reaching down to pick up his jacket. "And you will willingly beg for me. I'll be sure of it!"

He laughed when your palms slipped, sending your body tumbling down the hill. You suppressed the tears, refusing Trickster the satisfaction. He was delusional if he thought you would ever let him get so close again. You'd make damn sure the burning obsession never reached above a slight heat.

"That's right," he called mockingly, "Crawl back to your pig!"

Your ears burned hot with rage and when you looked back you saw he was scooping up all of your abandoned possessions. Claudette's medicine book, your journal and your bag, all had been gathered in the killer's arms. He cast you a sickly sweet smile from atop the hill, proud of his newly found treasures.

It would appear you'd need to take drastic measures in order to stand any sort of a chance against Ji-Woon. The man was determined to torment and humiliate you. No manner of fair play would stand a chance. It was time for you to start playing dirty.

Eventually you managed to inch your way back into camp. Once the heat of the campfire cast over your frigid body, its effects took place, closing up the wound in your side rather quickly. This was the feature of the realm that made the death games possible and forced your body to stay alive. True death would never befall any of you so long as that bonfire burned bright.

Luckily, Claudette was just returning from a game and rushed to your side. A bottle of her infamous healing concoction was already in hand as she slid to her knees.

"Oh my God! (Y/n)!" her fingers probed your various wounds and she blushed when she realized your chest was exposed. Yanking off her jacket, she threw it over top of you. "What happened?!"

Coughing harshly, you gave her a hard stare.

"It's a long story."