#park wonbin

You and Anton had been trying for weeks, but no matter how many times you did it, you just couldn't manage to fit his big cock inside you.

"It was barely in, Ton. What if we can never…” Your voice cracked.

You rolled onto your side, hiding your face from your boyfriend. 

Anton sighed. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he shuffled closer.

"Maybe we should just break up," you mumbled into the pillow. "You deserve a girlfriend who can actually fuck you right." 

Anton's large hand squeezed your shoulder. "Stop that talk."

He pulled you so that you were lying on your back and gazed into your eyes lovingly.

"Am I going to have to kiss you to shut you up?" He said, with no malice in his voice.

You gave him a small smile.

Anton leaned down and kissed you. His lips were soft, and tasted faintly of chlorine, like always. His hot tongue pressed into your mouth, making you shudder. 

Anton's hand trailed down your jaw and settled on your breast. He squeezed the soft flesh in his hand, moaning into the kiss. His fingers rolled over your nipple, sending licks of pleasure down to your core.

His hand skated further down, over your tummy, over your hips. His fingers stroked your soft curls before sliding across your pussy. You could tell he wanted to finger you.

"Wait!” You sat up, pulling the rumpled bed sheets over your naked body.

"There's something we could try. That would help it to… go in," You bit your lip. "But it's kinda... different."

"Tell me," he murmured. 

You gnawed at the end of your hair. "I've never tried it before, but I've thought about it... a lot."

Anton's arm muscles squeezed as he pushed himself up. He stared at you curiously. 

"I want you to choke me," you whispered, cheeks burning.

"I don't-" Anton spluttered. "You want me to...” He shook his head vigorously, the tips of his ears flushing red. "No way. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

"Are you sure you're not into it?" You pointed at his cock. "You're hard again."

You and Anton both looked down at his cock. It was thick and dark, and swelling in front of your eyes. The tip was already glistening.

Anton chewed his lip.

"Okay," he said, voice tight with excitement. 

You lay back down, and Anton settled between your thighs again. You could feel his cock, hot and heavy, pressing against your stomach.

Anton reached his hand towards your face. Your breath caught in your throat.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your sensitive lobe. Then he brought his hand lower, tracing over your jaw.

His fingers touched your neck, just tracing over the soft skin. You gasped. 

Then, Anton wrapped his hand around your throat.

You felt his large fingers on your neck. You felt prickles of fear and pleasure jolt down your spine. 

“That’s it,” you squeaked.

Anton squeezed your throat, just a little.

You were beginning to feel a little lightheaded. Suddenly, you felt a gush of wetness flood your core.

Anton rubbed his cock against your slit, pushing his dick over your clit and then down to your hole. 

"You're so wet," he said, looking down to where your bodies met in awe. 

“All for you,” you moaned. Your pussy was throbbing with a need for him.

Anton pushed his cock against your hole, squeezing the tip inside you. His eyes were almost crossed with concentration.

He pushed in more, going a few inches deeper.

You could feel your pussy being stretched around his big cock. It felt like heaven. 

With his hand on your throat and his cock inside you, you began to see stars.

"Nearly there..." Anton rocked his hips forwards, pushing harder. You closed your eyes and tried your best to relax into the sensation. Before you knew it, he had pushed his entire cock inside you, all the way to the base. 

You both groaned at the feeling.  

"I can't believe it!" You laughed breathlessly. 

Anton released your throat and covered his face with his free hand. That's when you noticed he’d gone a deep shade of red. 

"Trying not to come... fuck-" Anton groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

You felt full with the weight of him inside you. Finally, finally, you had Anton where you wanted. You stroked his muscled arm as you waited for him to calm down.

Anton took two deep, shaky breaths. Then, he started to thrust.

He started to fuck you, slow and deep at first, before picking up the pace. Pleasure curled over your skin, sending delightful trickles all over you.

Anton grunted. "Fuck, this is so hot. You're so hot."

Anton grabbed your throat again, holding you in place as he slammed his cock into you. He used the entire strength of his athletic body to fuck you, no longer being gentle. 

You gripped onto his shoulders as his thrusts shook your entire body.

"More," you moaned, arching your back so your tits brushed against his muscled chest, shooting off sparks every time your nipples brushed his skin. 

"Look at you, fucking angel," Anton moaned. Sweat glistened on his brow, matting his dark fringe to his forehead. "Wanna fill you up."

You could feel Anton everywhere, his cock in you, his heavy body on top of you, the scent of his sweat and the love in his eyes. 

Anton pushed up one of your legs so that it was folded against your chest. With this new angle, you could feel him so much deeper. 

“So- good,” he said, voice getting whinier. You’d never heard him so riled up.

Anton fucked you harder, like he wanted to bury himself inside you and stay there forever. 

You were overwhelmed with the stretch and the pressure and the heat of him in you. You were wet. Wetter than you'd ever been before.

"Anton, I'm so close," you moaned. You were almost at your orgasm, your pleasure rising, the heat building. Anton picked up the pace, fucking you faster and faster until-

You felt an intense pressure building inside you like you'd never felt before. 

"Wait, Anton, I think I'm gonna-"

But it was too late. You felt a warm gush between your legs.

You both moaned in surprise, realising that you’d just squirted all over your boyfriend.

Anton’s eyes went wide. "Did you just… squirt?" 

You looked between you to see that Anton's abs were glistening with your slick. 

“I’ve never done that before,” you said, smiling shyly.

Anton thrusts were getting erratic now. He thrust once, twice, hips shuddering. He pushed all the way in and groaned, loud and filthy, as he came inside you. 

"Fuckkkk," he groaned, his head flopping down to your shoulder. 

You felt a hot sticky liquid fill you up and spill out onto your thighs. Your pussy was still throbbing from the aftermath of your orgasm. 

Anton dropped down onto you, his shaky muscles unable to hold himself up any longer. 

"Best. Day. Ever," he whispered, eyes slipping shut.

You stayed like that, Anton’s cock buried in your pussy, one of his hands wrapped loosely around your neck, as you both fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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whether it was cooking for him, listening to him ramble about his worries, comforting him when he felt down, or sucking his cock after a long day, you were always there for him, and he loved every single second of it.

ㅤand, of course, wonbin returned the favor— vocally, materialistically, and physically.

wonbin was perplexed at how easily pleased you were at first since he wanted to spoil you a lot more in exchange for every smile and laugh you gave him, but now he just got used to letting it happen naturally even though he still had to be sneaky just for it to happen in the first place.

at first, you would give back a piece of dessert he’d share with you, only taking one bite. no matter how long wonbin waited for you to take another, you were too busy smiling and listening to him that he had to feed you himself.

when he tried cooking breakfast for you one time, he burnt the fried rice and all you did was laugh and tease him about it. wonbin was sulking the entire day, not because you teased him, but because you had to eat a bad batch of fried rice because of him.

sometimes, wonbin wondered what desires went through your head, or if you even had any. he wishes you had at least one so he could fulfill it for you the same way you do for him every single time.

wonbin had been thinking about this for so long that it slipped his mind that his own birthday was coming up soon.

this year, he was determined to make sure you were also happy while you pampered him. although he wishes you’d be more greedy, the same way he was all the time, but wonbin didn’t mind waiting— there was nothing more satisfying than seeing you give in to him after all.

ㅤ”bbin? do you want a picture with your birthday cake?”

wonbin’s eyes met yours, your phone in one hand and a lighter for the candle in your other hand. he couldn’t help but smile, nodding at your suggestion.

before you could move away, his hand pulled you close, taking you by surprise. wonbin held you close, arm wrapped around your waist as he reached for your phone.

”i’ll hold the phone. you go light up the candles, baby,” he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against the crook of your neck, a gesture that made you ticklish every time.

you could only laugh in spite of your confusion, lighting the candles on his birthday cake. wonbin chuckles as he positioned his arm upwards, pointing the phone down so that you two were in the frame along with the lit up birthday cake.

wonbin was turning twenty-four this year, marking your third year together as a couple.

he knew how much effort you put in just to custom order his birthday cake, and that reignited his desire to give back the same love you keep giving him tirelessly.

”ready?” he asked, angling the phone slightly as he waited for your go signal.

you looked at the screen, fixing your hair and clothes. wonbin thought it was adorable when you started practicing your smile, playfully taking a photo without warning.

”hey!” you exclaimed, turning your head back and slapping his thigh softly. he could only laugh in return, smiling as he whispered his apologies against your cheek.

you turned your head back towards the camera, thinking deeply about what to do. it took everything out of wonbin not to snap another photo, grinning like a fool as he watched you through the screen.

after a few seconds, your expression finally brightened up, eliciting a small giggle from wonbin himself.

you laid your head against his, smiling brightly at the phone in his hand. wonbin’s heart fluttered at the smile on your face, pressing a kiss on the side of your head before taking a few photos.

once he was satisfied and a little impatient, wonbin put the phone down and immediately wrapped his arms around you until you were sitting on his thighs. your giggles filled his ears as he pressed kisses all over your face and neck.

it didn’t take much to get you both worked up. wonbin was now leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck, hands ghosting along your spine, making your body shudder in response.

he let out a moan at your reaction, pressing you closer to his body, desperate to feel every part of you.

”baby, your cake’s going to melt if you keep doing this.”

wonbin shakes his head stubbornly, biting your neck as he watched your expression. he wanted something else now, and seeing you react like this was all he cared about.

you placed a hand on his shoulder, “it’s an ice cream cake, bbin. and we can’t fool around on the dining table.” your tone was more serious this time, a clearer warning despite the growing heat in your stomach from his kisses alone. still, wonbin couldn’t stop his wandering hands.

”it’s cold out anyway; it won’t melt,” he argues back, keeping a watchful eye on your reaction as his hand began to fondle the swell of your tits. wonbin was willing to compromise if you really weren’t in the mood for it, otherwise he’d rather keep going because hearing your soft whimpers was sweeter than any dessert.

a breathless gasp escaped your lips and that was all the confirmation he needed to hear.

ㅤ”fuck it— it’s my birthday anyway,” wonbin groans, picking you up in his arms.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face into his neck as he moved around. it took you some time to realize that he was taking too long to get to the bedroom, prompting you to raise your head just to see what he was doing.

wonbin just finished placing his birthday cake in the freezer, a giggle slipping out of your lips. he could only laugh back shyly, “did i keep you waiting?”

”it’s okay,” you whispered, cupping his cheeks to bring his focus back to you. wonbin was more than happy to lavish you with attention, his lips finding yours before you knew it.

your back hit a hard surface, pressed in between his body and the table. wonbin laid you down on the dining table he just cleared, one hand supporting the back of your head as he rolled his hips against your heat.

his lips never left yours, devouring you hungrily to the point that your lips were starting to bruise. your head was spinning from all the pleasure you were feeling all at once, hands holding tightly on his shirt.

you part your thighs even more so you could feel him better, anything to amplify the pleasure you were both feeling. he was already hard and throbbing, making you lose any remaining inhibition you had. his desperation for you was clear and it was enough to keep you going.

hearing moans fall from your lips made him hiss, brows furrowing at how desperate he was feeling just from the friction alone. it almost slipped wonbin’s mind that he wanted to show you just how much he appreciated you in the simplest way he could think of— one you couldn’t ignore or deny.

you were hit with confusion when wonbin pulled away, panting heavily as he stared down at you. “baby?” you called out, arms reaching out to hold him. you didn’t want the pleasure to end yet and you could tell he was holding back for some reason.

wonbin’s eyes twinkled under the dim light, a smirk on his face as his hands traveled lower to your hips. he leaned in to kiss your neck, making sure your body doesn’t cool off while his hands worked to take your shorts off.

it only took one pull but he was taking his damn time, frustrated whimpers escaping your lips. wonbin chuckles, enjoying the rare sight of you being this desperate and needy for him.

”bbin,” you whined, wiggling your hips to help him take it off faster. wonbin didn’t want to keep you waiting, but, fuck, every whimper out of you was doing something to him.

his lips slowly trailed down your chest, kissing your skin through the fabric of your shirt. you were so desperate for contact that it felt as if his lips were on your bare skin instead. wonbin gripped on the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to your chest and baring your torso to him.

his mouth was now on your navel, his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin as he left hot kisses all the way down. you could only sigh and gasp, shuddering as your fingers tangled through his hair.

wonbin pulled back slightly to look up at you, to see the expression on your face. he smiled to himself when he saw your flushed cheeks and parted lips— a clear look of desperation on your face.

”don’t worry, baby. i got you,” he breathed out, fingers hooked under your already soaked panties, your arousal stringing against the fabric as he pulled it down. a groan escaped him; the sight of your wetness was enough to make his cock throb under his sweatpants, straining through the stretchy fabric.

”you’re already so wet but you could give me more than this, right?” he whispered, making you feel ticklish from his breath hitting your sensitive pussy, walls clenching around nothing.

this didn’t escape wonbin’s attention, sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up from your entrance to your swollen clit. you let out a moan in surprise, thighs closing in on his head.

he chuckles and you felt shivers down your spine, propping yourself up with your elbows to look at him. wonbin grabbed your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulder as he lavished attention to your swollen nub.

his tongue was pointed, flicking against your clit while his thumbs were spreading your folds apart. your wetness was starting to overflow from his teasing, dripping down onto the table underneath you.

”w-wonbin,” you whimper, reaching down to run your fingers through his thick hair, pulling him out of his daze to look up at you. his focus was all on you now, as if he was ready to give anything to you with just one word.

you bite your lower lip, drawing blood from the bruise you got from making out earlier. “it feels too empty inside,” you whispered, embarrassed by the words that escaped your lips.

wonbin smiled, “be more clear, baby. you want my tongue or my fingers?”

you shuddered, staring into his eyes; his tongue could stretch you out and mess you up but his fingers would be able to reach that spot deep inside you. just the thought of having either one inside you made your pussy twitch again.

it was clear from your expression that you were debating over your options, which meant that the choice was now up to wonbin— and you were in luck because he knew what would satisfy you best.

he smiled widely, dipping back down to wrap his mouth over your clit, tongue flicking against your sensitive bundle of nerves with more enthusiasm. moans kept pouring out of your mouth, thighs trembling around his head.

wonbin used his left hand to keep one thigh open, while his right hand began to tease your entrance. he slipped two fingers inside smoothly, curling it up to hit that spot you liked so much.

your back arched off the table, mouth dropping open with a soft gasp. “w-wonbin!” you moan breathily, stomach already tensing up just from his fingertips rubbing on your spot.

the combined sensation of his tongue and fingers made your entire body tense up, hips rolling in pleasure. a familiar heat was building up from your lower stomach, breathless whimpers escaping your lips. you tug on his hair more forcefully, but he refused to budge.

wonbin doubled his efforts, licking and sucking on your clit, your wanton moans ringing in his ear while his fingers began to move faster, pressing on your sensitive spot. your thighs were tense, feet crossed against his back while your hips stayed in the air. his left hand massaged your thigh in a comforting manner, as if he was telling you to just let go.

”wonbin- wonbin, i’m- i’m close,” you breathed out, head thrown back as you try to catch your breath. you closed your eyes, brows furrowed as the heat spread throughout your body and released just as quickly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

you let out strained moans, hips falling back down the table, causing wonbin’s mouth to unlatch from your clit. he watched as your juices spilled out, your pussy glistening under the dim light of the room.

wonbin moans at the sight, biting down on his plump lower lip. he watched as your chest heaved up and down, body still tense and trembling with pleasure. he knew you could still take more.

he leans back in, mouth finding your sensitive heat once more. you let out a cry, eyes going wide in surprise. “w-wonbin?!” you whimper, desperately pulling on his hair. you were far too sensitive, strength leaving your body as he continued to overstimulate you.

when he felt your fingers leave his hair, wonbin lets out a contented hum. his left hand spread your folds apart while his right hand reached down to palm his throbbing erection. he was painfully hard, a wet spot forming on his sweatpants and getting on his palm the more he tried to relieve himself.

wonbin never really realized how much of a turn on it was to see someone you love lose themselves to pleasure. if he wasn’t too busy losing himself to pleasure whenever they made love, maybe he would’ve noticed sooner.

ㅤhell, if he’d known much earlier, he would’ve understood why you loved going down on him so much.

he closed his eyes, tongue spread out as he rolled your clit around with it, drawing your pleasure out instead of forcing another one out of you so soon. wonbin whimpers against your pussy, his hand now jerking his cock through his pants.

he pulls away briefly to pull his cock out his sweatpants, nibbling on your folds. “fuck, baby,” wonbin breathes out, hand pumping his aching cock even more. his brows furrowed in pleasure, squeezing the tip in his palm as his tongue traced around your heat.

wonbin kept moaning against your clit, thrusting his tongue shallowly into your clenching walls. his precum was leaking onto his hand, coating his entire length. his moans sent vibrations through your body, making you feel it deep inside you.

you moaned, heat building up in your lower stomach once again. you could see wonbin’s arm moving desperately from where you laid and it wasn’t difficult to guess that he was feeling just as needy as you were.

”bbin, baby,” you purred, reaching down to cup his cheek. wonbin stared up at you with glossy eyes, his plump lips glistening from your juices. “come here, please,” you whine softly.

wonbin was more than happy to oblige, getting up from where he was hunched over. he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you eagerly. wonbin pushed his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. you could taste yourself on his tongue, a sweet and salty taste coating your mouth.

his body covered yours once more, the sticky precum from his rock hard cock dribbling on your stomach. you shuddered when wonbin nudged the tip of his cock against your entrance.

”wonbin, please,” you gasped out.

”baby, i got you,” he whispered, deep voice sending shivers throughout your entire body. wonbin kissed your jaw, whimpering as he pushed the tip of his cock into your tight entrance.

he hissed, “fuck, baby. relax a little for me, yeah?” wonbin thrusted shallowly, pushing more of his length in with each roll of his hips. your walls were clenching around him, and it was far too much for someone who was feeling just as desperate for release.

you sighed softly when he bottomed out deep inside you, eyes rolling back at how full it made you feel. wonbin’s lips found yours again, kissing you softly as his hips began to rock back and forth. he ran his hands up and down your waist before gripping onto your thighs, pushing them open.

you could tell wonbin was trying to draw it out for as long as he could, his bottom lip trembling against yours. he moans against your mouth, brows furrowing in pleasure. wonbin’s hips began to pick up the pace, both of you breaking the kiss to moan.

”fuck, fuck- i can’t hold it much longer, baby,” wonbin groans, hips slapping against your thighs. he licks a stripe down your neck, biting on the skin by your throat, feeling it vibrate as you moaned in pleasure.

wonbin was starting to feel restless, desperate for release while waiting for your own orgasm. you weren’t too far but it would take more for you than just thrusting wildly, a whimper escaping your lips.

he winced, hanging his head as his body shuddered. “ah, fuck,” wonbin whispered against your skin, his warm cum filling you deep inside with each stuttering thrust.

you took a deep breath when he stopped moving, convinced that he was done for a while. you were feeling just as spent, especially after he overstimulated you earlier.

ㅤso it took you by surprise when he began moving again, the table underneath you shaking once more.

”w-wonbin?” you whined, eyes starting to tear up from how overwhelmed you were starting to feel. his cum was sloshing deep inside you, making a noise with every thrust he made.

you couldn’t even see his face, head buried in your cleavage, yet his thrusts were relentless and showed no signs of slowing down as if he didn’t cum seconds ago.

”bbin, i’m- this is too much for me!” you cried out, nails sinking into the skin by his shoulders.

wonbin slipped his hands under your hips, lifting it up slightly to hit that spot you liked so much. and without fail, the tip of his cock was already pressing down on it, hips never stopping the rhythm he was on.

you threw your head back against the table, moans growing louder as he hit your sensitive spot over and over.

he was whimpering weakly despite the focused movements of his hips, body still trembling from his orgasm earlier.

“wonbin, b-baby.. i'm cumming!” you gasped out, back arching mid-air as your body shook from the waves of your own orgasm.

shivers ran through his entire being as your walls finally clamped down on him, cum still flowing out of his tip even as he pulled out. wonbin gripped his length, squeezing out the remainder of his release onto your lower stomach. he finally raised his head back up to look at you, seeing a satisfied look on your face.

wonbin chuckles tiredly, using his other hand to cup your cheek. he ran his thumb over your flushed cheek, finding it adorable how pleased you look.

“did you like that?” he asked softly, voice slightly hoarse from earlier. “i wanted to make it feel good for you,” wonbin admits, “did i scare you?”

you let out a small laugh, “for me? even though it’s your birthday today?”

he stared into your eyes, wanting to show how sincere each of his words were, “that hardly matters. you make it feel like my birthday is everyday already.”

“then that means i did my job well,” you chuckled.

wonbin hums, nuzzling into the crook of you neck. “you do. that’s why i want you to let me spoil you too,” he sighed, “i’d do anything to make you feel the same way you make me feel.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, he tense shoulders relaxing from your touch. “baby, i love you just as much. you don’t have to do anything different,” you sigh softly.

”even if i wanted to?”

”if it’s something you want to do, then i won’t stop you. but if it’s something you feel burdened by, then i don’t want it,” you explained, pulling his head back so you could look at him properly.

his face was still flushed from pleasure, pupils dilated, reflecting only you in his eyes. wonbin smiled slightly, “then i’ll keep doing what i’m already doing. after all, i just found out how good it could be when i’m the one giving.”

you laughed in disbelief, finally realizing why he was acting so differently earlier.

”so giving oral is your idea of giving?” wonbin lifts you up in his arms as you asked your question, a pleased smile on his face. you held onto him as he made his way to the bedroom with you in his arms, still waiting for a response.

”if you’re waiting for an answer, don’t,” he grins, placing you down onto the bed with a soft thud, “i plan on answering it in a different way.”

𐙚 "my good fucking girl," — "so good, angel, you're doing so good," — "cmon, a little bit more, baby,"

𐙚 endless body worship: kisses every inch of you obsessively. soft lips trailing your collarbones, tiny (compared to him) waist, perky tits. "god, look how my hands swallow you whole." praises nonstop: "such a good girl, so brave, so pretty,"

𐙚 dirty talk full of praise: murmurs while thrusting slow and deep. "my pretty princess, clenching so sweet around this fat cock... cum for me,." kisses you tenderly mid-thrust, tongues soft.

𐙚 aftercare king: holds you close post-orgasm, big frame enveloping yours. "you're so perfect angel, i'm so lucky,"

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OSAKI SHOTARO, HONG SEUNGHAN, KIM SUNOO, LEE SOHEE, PARK JONGSEONG, LEE HEESEUNG, PARK WONBIN, LEE ANTON, YANG JUNGWON.

but also : PARK SUNGHOON.

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mean hard dom !

𐙚 intimidating build: tall wall of muscle—veiny forearms, ripped abs—that dwarfs you completely. pins you down with one hand, smirking. "look at you,, pathetic little slut... bet you're soaked already."

𐙚 rough handling: slams you onto his thick cock no mercy, spanking your small ass red— "tiny cheeks barely take my palm... gonna mark 'em up,"

𐙚 degrading inspection: gropes hard—squeezing tits, slapping thighs. "greedy little fucking hole, can't even take my cock, fuck," (also eats you out vicious, teeth nipping clit.)

𐙚 filthy degradation talk: lowk growls (LMAO) while pounding brutally. "feel how i fit in your small cunt? useless whore, made to take my cock," — shit, cum like the desperate bitch you are." spanks between thrusts, no breaks.

𐙚 possessive finish: fills you deep, watching cum drip from your wrecked hole. "good little cockslut,"

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SONG EUNSEOK, JUNG SUNGCHAN, JAKE SIM, PARK SUNGHOON.

but also : LEE HEESEUNG, PARK WONBIN, LEE ANTON.

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He learned your routine in one week. It wasn't hard. You're a creature of habit, which he loves about you. You go to class, you go to the library, you go to the café on 8th and Maple. The one where he works. The one where he makes your drink before you even order it because he knows oat milk latte, extra shot, one pump vanilla. You always look surprised when he hands it to you, like you can't believe someone remembered. 

He tells himself he's only following you to make sure you're safe. That's reasonable. That's what anyone would do. The world is full of bad people, and you're so soft, so trusting, walking around with your headphones in and your head in the clouds. Someone has to watch out for you. Someone has to be there.

Today was like any other, at first. You wrapped up your last class of the week, and he watched you pack your bag, watched you tuck your hair behind your ear, watched you take your time the way you always do. But then you didn't. You looked at your phone, and your face changed to this little flicker of something, excitement maybe and suddenly you were shoving your books in your bag and heading for the door. 

He had to push past three people to get out, knocked someone's coffee out of their hand, and didn't care. He caught up to you half a block later, kept his distance, followed you home. You rushed inside like you had somewhere to be, and he stood across the street and watched your window until the light came on. second floor, second from the left. He smiled. You were home. You were safe.

He was already turning to leave for his shift when your door opened again.

And there you were. Different. You'd changed into a dress, something dark blue, something that showed your shoulders, and you'd put on makeup, and your hair was down and shiny, and you looked like a dream. You looked like someone he didn't know. You looked like someone going somewhere he couldn't follow.

But he followed. Of course he followed.

You walked to the nice part of town, the part with the valet parking and the restaurants that don't have menus in the window. You went into one of them, all candlelight and white tablecloths, and he stood outside and watched you through the glass. He watched you walk to a table in the corner. He watched you smile at someone sitting there. A guy. Dark hair, nice jacket, the kind of face that probably never had to try.

He thought, okay. A friend. You're meeting a friend. That's fine. You're allowed to have friends. And then you leaned down and kissed him. Not on the cheek. On the mouth. A real kiss, the kind that means something, the kind that means everything.

Eunseok doesn't remember walking away. He just knows that suddenly he's on the other side of the street, and his hands are shaking, and there's this noise in his head, this high, thin whine, like a tea kettle about to scream. Because that guy in there, with his hand on your waist, with his mouth on yours and he doesn't know you.

 He doesn't know that you bite your lip when you're thinking. He doesn't know that you trace shapes on tabletops when you're bored. He doesn't know that you leave your blinds open at night, just a crack, and that sometimes Eunseok stands on the fire escape and watches you read, watches you fall asleep, watches you turn over and mumble things in your sleep. He doesn't know any of that.

That guy is a stranger. And you kissed him like he wasn't.

Eunseok stands on the street corner, and he watches the restaurant, and he waits. He'll wait all night. He'll wait forever if he has to. Because eventually you'll come out, and you'll walk home, and you'll be alone again. And he'll be there. He'll always be there.

You don't know it yet, but you're his. You've been his since that Tuesday at 11:47. You just forgot to tell that guy. He'll help you remember.

Eunseok had a plan. A good one. He was going to meet you, finally meet you, in a way that felt natural. Like fate. Maybe you'd drop your books at the café, and he'd be there to pick them up. Maybe you'd order your usual and he'd say something funny about the weather, something charming, and you'd laugh that pretty laugh, and he'd say, hey, I get off in an hour, if you want to hang out. 

And you'd say yes. Of course you'd say yes. Because you're supposed to be together. That's the whole point. But this stranger had to ruin everything.

Eunseok stood outside the restaurant, hands in his pockets, and watched you through the window. Watched you smile. Watched you eat. Watched you laugh at something that guy said, some stupid joke probably, and your head tipped back and your shoulders shook and Eunseok wanted to be the one making you do that. 

He wanted to be sitting across from you, watching your eyes crinkle, watching you forget the rest of the world exists. Hours passed. He didn't move. 

Finally you stood up. Paid. Left. And there you were, standing outside under the streetlight, looking up at the sky like a little kid. You pointed at something, a star, a planet, who cares and that guy smiled at you like he had any right to look at you that way. You checked your phone, said something, and then you both turned and started walking.

Down the street. Toward your building. Holding hands.

Eunseok followed. Of course he followed. He stayed behind a parked car across the street. His heart was hammering. You didn't notice him. You were too busy looking at that guy, smiling at that guy, your fingers tangled with his like they belonged there. Like they'd always belonged there.

And Eunseok looked at that guy's neck. Looked at the curve of it, the way it moved when he laughed. He thought about how easy it would be. How fast. One second, two seconds, and that guy would never touch you again.

You reached your building. You stopped at the door. And you smiled at him at that stranger, that nobody like you was in love. Like you were actually in love with him. And Eunseok felt something boil over inside him, something hot and ugly and red.

You kissed him. Not a long kiss, but long enough. Long enough to mean something. And then you said something, words Eunseok couldn't hear, and you walked up to your door. You turned around at the last second, and you blew a kiss. A flying kiss.

The stranger pretended to catch it and you laughed. That pretty sound. The one that belongs to Eunseok. The one he hears in his sleep. And then you went inside.

The door closed. The guy stood there for a minute, smiling like an idiot, then turned and walked away. Eunseok watched him go, watched his back get smaller and smaller. And he thought about how easy it would be. How fast. Next time.

He stayed there, behind the car, and looked up at your window. The light came on. second floor, second from the left. He saw your shadow move across the curtain. He imagined you taking off your dress, washing your face, climbing into bed. 

He imagined you thinking about that guy, smiling about that guy, falling asleep with that guy's name in your head. He waited until your light went out. And then he waited some more.

Eunseok waited until the street was empty. Until the cars stopped passing, until the windows across the way went dark, until the world felt like it belonged to just him and you. Then he crossed the street.

Your door. He'd imagined touching this door a thousand times. Running his hands over the wood, pressing his ear against it, wondering what sounds lived on the other side. And now here he was. Here he actually was.

His hand traced the wood. Slow. Reverent. Like touching something holy. He smiled, because this was happening, this was really happening, and then he bent down. The mat. The ugly little mat with the flowers on it, the one you never remember to straighten. 

He'd watched you lift it so many times, watched you crouch down and feel around for the key you always forgot, and he'd thought, someday. Someday I'll be the one reaching under that mat.

Today was someday.

The key glinted in the streetlight. Small. Ordinary. Everything. He picked it up, and his fingers closed around it, and he felt the warmth of it, the warmth of your hands on it, and he almost couldn't breathe. He put it in the lock. Turned. Heard the click. And then he was inside.

Your home. Your actual home. The air was different here softer, warmer, and there was a smell, that sweet smell, the one that clings to your clothes and your hair and the back of your neck. He stood in the dark hallway and just breathed it in. Let it fill his lungs. Let it become part of him.

He gave himself a little tour. Why not? It's his home too, eventually. He walked through the archway into the living room. Cozy. That's the word. You made it cozy, with the soft blankets and the candles you never burn and the books stacked on the floor because you don't have enough shelves. 

He sat on your couch. Your couch. He could feel the dent where you sit, the way the cushion gives a little more on one side. He closed his eyes and imagined you there, curled up, reading, maybe wearing those soft socks with the patterns on them. And then he opened his eyes and saw the picture.

On the center table. Right there, like you wanted him to see it. You and that guy. That stranger. Your faces pressed together, smiling, happy, like you belonged to each other. Like you'd always belonged to each other. 

Eunseok picked up the frame, held it in both hands. Looked at your face first, your pretty, pretty face and then looked at the guys. That stupid smile. That stupid jacket. That stupid hand on your shoulder like he had any right.

He ripped open the back of the frame. The little metal tabs cut his thumb, but he didn't feel it. He pulled the picture out and tore it right down the middle. Your half. Guys half. He dropped his part on the floor, let it fall like trash, because that's what it was. 

And the other half, your half, your beautiful half he folded carefully and slid into his pocket. Right over his heart. Then he stood up. There was more. There was always more.

He made his way up the stairs, slow, savoring. His hand traced the railing, and he imagined your hand doing the same thing every day. Your palm on this wood. Your fingers curling around it. He wondered if you ran up when you were excited or trudged up when you were tired. 

He wondered about everything. The top of the stairs. A hallway. Two doors. One open, the bathroom, he could see the edge of the shower curtain. One closed. Your bedroom.

He put his hand on the knob. Cold metal. Perfect. And he thought about how easy it would be. How fast. One twist, and he could be inside. He could lie on your bed. He could put his face in your pillow. He could wait for you to come home, and when you walked in, when you saw him there, you'd understand. 

You'd finally understand that this is where you belong. With him. Together. He didn't open the door. Not yet. But his hand stayed on the knob. And he smiled. Because he could. That's the thing. He could do it whenever he wants. Tonight. Tomorrow. Any night.

Eunseok pushed the door open, and there you were. There you actually were.

In all your glory. Sleeping. Pretty. So pretty it made his chest hurt. The light from the window spilled a little light across your bed, just enough to see, just enough to drink you in. You were on your side, the sheet pooled at your waist, and your top half..god, your top half was covered by this little tank top, something small and soft, with a tiny bow right in the center. 

Right between your breasts. The swell of them moved with your breathing, slow and steady, like waves. Like you were dreaming something nice. Something peaceful.

Your skin. He'd imagined your skin a thousand times. Imagine what it would feel like, what it would taste like, whether you'd be warm or cool to the touch. And now here you are. Here he was. He sat down on the edge of your bed and the mattress dipped, just a little.

He reached out. He couldn't help it. His fingers found your neck, that soft curve where your pulse lived, and he traced it. Light. Gentle. Like you were made of glass. Like you were made for him.

He was so caught up…so lost in the feel of you, the warmth of you, the impossible reality of finally touching you that he didn't notice at first. Didn't notice that your breathing changed. Didn't notice that your eyes were open. And then he looked up. And you were looking at him.

Wide eyes. Huge eyes. The kind of eyes that see a stranger in their bedroom in the middle of the night. The kind of eyes that don't understand yet. "Hey babe," he said, and his voice came out soft, gentle, the way you talk to something frightened. "I missed you." You blinked. Your mouth opened. Closed. It opened again.

"Who are you?"

The words hit him like a slap. Who are you? Like he was nobody. Like he was nothing. Like you didn't know that he's the one who makes your coffee every morning, the one who watches you walk home every night, the one who's been loving you since that Tuesday at 11:47.

"It's me," he said, and he tried to smile, trying to make it okay. "It's Eunseok." You pushed his hand away. Actually pushed it. Like he was garbage. Like he was a stranger. "Get out." Your voice was small but sharp. "Get out now, and I won't call the police." Police. The word hung in the air between you, ugly and wrong. Police. Like this was a crime. Like love was a crime.

Eunseok tilted his head. Frowned. You were confused, that was all. Still sleepy. Still not understanding. "Calm down, love," he said, and he reached for your face again, wanting to smooth the fear away, wanting to make you see. "You're probably still sleepy. Just—"

You slapped his hand. Actually slapped it. The sound cracked through the room, sharp and disrespectful. And Eunseok felt something shift. Something went hot and tight in his chest.

He reached for you again to grab you, to hold you, to make you understand and your fist connected with his nose. A punch. You punched him. Pain exploded across his face, hot and wet, and his head snapped back and he let go, hands flying to his nose, blood dripping through his fingers.

And when he looked at you again, everything was red.

He grabbed you by the hair. Handful of it, yanking, and you screamed, the kind that should wake the neighbors but he didn't care. He pulled you off the bed, dragged you across the floor, and you landed hard, the impact punching the air out of you. 

He stood over you, breathing hard, blood still dripping, and he heard himself yelling but the words didn't matter. What mattered was that you did this. You made it ugly. You made it violent. This could've been sweet. This could've been beautiful. But you had to be such a noisy bitch.

You scrambled up. Ran for the door. Fast, faster than he expected, but not fast enough. He caught you, grabbed you, slammed you into the wall. Your body hit hard, and he was on you, pressing against you, trapping you there with his weight and his heat and his anger. And then you stopped moving.

You went still. Completely still. And he knew why. Because you could feel him. Pressing into you from behind. Hard and ready and so desperate for you it hurts.

"You feel what you do to me?" he murmured, and his voice was soft again now, almost wondering. His nose nestled into your hair, breathing in. Roses. Sweet roses. Your shampoo. He'd smelled it a hundred times from across the café, but this…this was different. This was everywhere. This was everything.

"Eunseok… please get off me." Your voice was shaking. Begging. You turned your neck, trying to look at him, trying to reach him with your eyes. He smiled. "No, love." The words came out whiny. Needy. The way a child asks for something they want more than anything in the world.

"I need you. I need this." His hand slid around your body, down your stomach, lower, lower, until he found you. And when he did when he felt how wet you were, how ready he smiled against your hair. "And it seems you want this too."

You tried to squirm away, but he was faster. His hand grabbed the hem of your shorts, yanked them down, and they fell to the floor with your underwear, pooling around your ankles. His hand came back, found you again, and his fingers started moving. Circles. Slow at first. Teasing. Exploring. Your breath hitched. You couldn't help it. He heard it, felt it, and he smiled.

The other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing you harder into the wall, holding you steady while his fingers worked. Circles, then deeper, then a finger pushing inside. Slow. So slow. He wanted you to feel every second of it. Every inch. You groaned. Tried to hide it. Failed.

"Please," you whispered. "Please stop." But you were tight around him, and when he felt you clench, he sped up. Faster. Harder. Matching the rhythm of his own breathing, his own need. "You gonna come, love?" he whispered against your ear. "This pussy gonna come?"

You didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Your body was betraying you, arching into his hand, chasing something you didn't want to want. And when you came..when you finally shattered against his fingers, body lurching forward, a sound escaping your throat that wasn't quite a scream, he smiled. He pulled out slowly. Let you feel the emptiness. And then he tapped your clit. Lightly. Once. Twice. Three times.

You flinched with every tap. Every flinch made him laugh. "See?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. "I knew you'd understand eventually. I knew you'd feel it too."

He pulled back and turned you around just enough to look at you. To see your face. Your tears. Your fear. And he smiled, soft and sweet, like this was exactly what he'd always wanted. “Fuck” he said looking at you.

He pushed you into the wall. Not hard, not mean, just firm. The way you push someone when you need them to understand something important. The wall shook a little but you didn't notice. You never notice anything. That's okay. He notices enough for both of you.

He kissed you like a hungry man. Like a man who'd been starving his whole life and finally, finally got to eat. His mouth on yours, taking, taking, because you'd been holding out on him and he deserved this. He deserved you.

His free hand, the one not gripping your waist, not holding you in place that hand went to his pants. Unbuttoned. Unzipped. Pulled himself out because he needed you to feel him, needed you to know what you did to him. 

He stroked himself while he kissed down your neck, slow, savoring, and then he found that spot, that perfect spot right below your ear, and he sucked. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. A big one. The kind that takes days to fade. The kind that makes people look and wonder and know. Know that you belong to someone. Know that you belong to him.

He grabbed your legs and you yelped, that little sound, that perfect little surprised sound and your hands flew to his neck, holding on, and your legs wrapped around his waist like they were made to be there. Like they'd always been waiting for this moment. He used one hand to reach under you, position himself, line up, and then he pushed in. The sound you made. God. The sound you made.

He smiled. He couldn't help it. Because you felt like home. You felt like everything. He started fucking into you, hard and fast and desperate, because he'd waited so long and he couldn't wait anymore.

 "Oh god," he said. "Fuck….Lord…" His voice came out whiny, high, like he was the one being taken apart. "Shit…Fuck….Oh god." He pressed his face into your neck, breathed you in. "God, baby, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good."

He lifted you a little, adjusted his grip, held you by the underside of your thighs so he could look at you. Really look at you. And there you were. Your face, that beautiful face, was completely wrecked. Mouth open, little breaths puffing out, eyes half-closed, gone. You were gone. You were his.

He smiled again and walked to the bed. Dropped both of you down, never pulling out, never stopping, just kept moving inside you because he couldn't not. Because stopping would be like stopping breathing.

Your hands let go of his neck, fell above your head, and he looked at you. Your body on his bed..your bed, laid out like an offering. Pornographic. Perfect. He was close. So close. But he wanted to hold out. He wanted to make this last.

"Baby," he chanted. "Baby, baby, baby." "Eunseok," you whispered. "Eunseok." Soft. Like a prayer. He loved the way his name sounded in your mouth. Loved it.

"You close, baby?" he asked, and his voice was sweet, so sweet, like he was asking if you wanted more cream in your coffee. "You about to come on my cock, huh, baby? You gonna do that for me?" He reached down and found your clit. Red and puffy. 

He started rubbing, slow circles at first, then faster, because he knew what you needed even if you didn't. Your hand came up, tried to push him away. "Too much," you begged. "Too much, too sensitive—"

But Eunseok didn't care. He grabbed your wrist, pinned it down, and used his other hand to keep rubbing. He pushed into you harder, faster, and set a rhythm that left no room for argument. His thumb worked your clit at a ridiculous speed, merciless, because mercy was for people who didn't understand what this was.

"Too sensitive," you begged again, and your voice broke, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. "Come on this cock, baby," he said, and he knew that didn't make sense, but nothing made sense anymore except you. "It's yours. It's always been yours. So make it yours. Come. Come for me, baby."

"Shit," he gasped. "I'm cumming. I'm—" And he did. He came inside you hard, painted your walls, filled you up, and some spilled out, leaked onto the sheets, and he kept moving, kept going, because you weren't there yet, you weren't..

And then you were. Seconds later. Your body spasming around him, pulling him deeper, and he felt every pulse, every clench, every tiny movement you made. He stayed inside you after. Didn't want to leave. Didn't want to ever leave.

When he finally pulled out, he laid next to you. Your fucked-out body, limp and spent and perfect. He turned to look at you. Smiled. Reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, the way he'd imagined doing a thousand times.

"Now," he said, soft and sweet, like this was normal, like this was how people said hello. "Let's try this again. Hi, babe. I missed you."