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Till usually wakes up early, being a light sleeper makes for the worst mornings and it's rare Till gets anything more than a full eight-hour productive sleep cycle.
Stumbling into the kitchen whilst struggling to keep his eyes open, Till opens his cupboard only to find his usual go to mug for coffee is not where it should be. He checks the dishwasher and the other cupboards before grumpily opting for a different mug.
The bitter scent of coffee beans brings Till out of his drowsy haze as he slowly stirs in a sugar cube before setting the spoon aside. One sip turns into two turns into three and then Till slowly begins to feel more human.
A soft ping from his phone alerts him and Till scrambles to figure out where he had dropped it last. He finds his trusty device between some throw cushions and squints at the notification—some parcel of his being out for delivery.
Till huffs as he unlocks his phone and quickly scrolls through his notifications. Given it is his off day, his phone isn't buzzing with messages from his manager and that in itself is relieving.
Starting the day with his favourite mug missing really set the mood for the day. Till isn't really feeling much for doing anything.
Till tosses his phone back and switches the TV on, opting to spend the rest of the day being lazy watching the news and random dramas until his stomach calls for his attention.
It's a good thing his fridge had been recently restocked.
Being an actor rising the charts, Till is swamped with offers especially after the production of Alien Stage so it comes to little surprise he's often out and about. He's grateful for his manager because dealing with countless emails and the occasional low ball offer would have run Till's patience dry.
Till sighs as he enters his dressing room for a temporary break. He had been invited to a Q&A session alongside Mizi and Luka over their roles as the living survivors and so far, everything had gone smoothly.
He flips the tab of the soda can he bought from the vending machine, condensation sticking to the palm of his hand. Till tilts his head back with a content hum as the fizz tingles down his throat before taking a seat in front of the dressing room table.
His hair and makeup is still in place but Till could do with a slight touch up. He sets the can down and reaches for the powder compact just as a flash of crimson red catches his periphery's attention.
Till squints in the direction, he had forgotten his glasses and lenses at home and considering his terrible eyesight, all he can make is a bunch of red blurry shapes which is especially odd given the room is monochrome in that minalism style.
He stands up and walks towards the red and picks it up to realise it's a small bouquet of red anemones before a crisp knock to the door sounds.
“Come in,” Till calls out and his manager walks in, attention turned to the flowers in his hand. “Did someone leave these here, Jia?”
“Hm? Oh those, no they're for you. A fan left them and since they're only flowers I left them here.”
Till looks down at the flowers and spots a small card slotted in-between the trimmed stems, he turns it around reading the small and short message.
From your biggest fan <3
Odd, Till thinks. He had received a few small gifts over his career but never flowers.
“Thanks, Jia. I'll take them home once we're done recording.” Till hums thoughtfully before Jia lets him know the host is waiting for him and Till follows her back to the studio.
There's a place near Till's home that makes a really good jajangmyeon. He usually doesn't eat out but lately he's been finding that he does. Force of a terrible habit being formed.
He takes a seat and orders, drumming his fingers against the table as he stares blankly at nothing in particular before his food arrives.
Till eats his noodles in satisfaction, noting the place is fairly empty besides two others—a highschooler and a tall man wearing a cap that hides his face as he walks in, staring at the menu.
Till pays neither much attention, he scrolls through his social media and checks out the latest news before getting sidetracked with cat videos.
The solitude is nice. Being out at night and alone. Mostly.
Once done he gets up, unintentionally glancing in the direction of the man who hadn't ordered anything despite having sat down for close to fifteen minutes.
Still, not Till's problem so he bids the owner farewell and steps out as the overhanging bells ring.
“You should be careful, Sunbae.” Mizi says from where she sits opposite Till in the restaurant.
Till raises an eyebrow, wondering what made Mizi of all people turn serious. “Hm?”
“There's been recent news of celebrities having stalkers. It's not safe, not even for male idols and you live in…”
“A location with questionable security.” Sua finishes for Mizi.
“I'm not an idol so I should be fine. You should be more concerned for Luka.”
“Well, our main concern is I–”
The sharp shatter of glass interrupts Till and the three turn to where a waitress is apologising for the mess as she hurries to clean the glass shards.
Till lets out a breath as the tension bleeds from him. Mizi looks worried as she regards Till though he genuinely doubts the reason holds much legitimacy for himself given Till is an actor and sasaengs mostly target idols particularly from boy bands. Till has no affiliation with either, not to mention he's no spring chicken. Someone would have to be unhinged to have any interest in him let alone pursue said interest.
“Well, it's still better to be safe. You never know what's going on in people's minds” Mizi insists.
“I'll be careful, Mizi.” Till replies, mostly to put Mizi's mind at ease. She's young, most of the cast Till worked with for Alien Stage was so it makes sense that these things would be of concern.
Till finds it amusing in a way, a hoobae worrying about their senior's safety but Till minds himself and soon enough, the topic changes like it does whenever the three converse and Till allows the fleeting wave to sweep away his attention as they eat.
It's night.
The kind where the clouds span the dark sky and the air is chill enough to battle the warmth from downing shots of soju. It's not necessarily a bad thing that Till has a remarkable tolerance but he's often roped into friendly drinking competitions that leave him victorious but also tipsy.
His vision blurs at the edges and the fine hair on his nape prickles to attention. Till shivers, rubbing a calloused palm and for the nth time, regretting not bringing a coat despite the summer fading into autumn.
The street is mostly silent, Till can hear the loud chatter of families and see the glow of the lights behind shuttered curtains. It makes him feel alone at the same time it doesn't.
Till walks a little faster and huffs a breath, watching the mist carry it away as he wanders into the lobby of his complex. One would think Till would upscale his life given his net worth but he preferred the humble lifestyle his friends would joke at. Maybe it was the sentimentality of age.
He takes the elevator up to his floor, staring at himself blankly in the reflection of the mirror as he tugs his beanie down before the soft ding echoes.
Till stumbles into his apartment and the familiar citrus oaky scent greets him. He toes his sneakers off and slips his coat down his shoulder, folding it over his couch.
Till hums to himself as he glances at the clock before padding to his room. It's late, he plans to shower and then crawl straight into his bed.
Till pushes the door open and pauses.
He's fairly certain he didn't do his laundry, yet what Till stumbles closer to is his freshly washed clothes neatly folded and smelling of his detergent.
There's warning bells ringing distantly at the back of Till's mind but he is too tired to give it much thought and figures maybe his mum visited whilst he was out. Till ignores the fact she always calls beforehand like he does the dread that settles within.
Till's sleep is restless and he wakes up with a pounding headache. He sips water and takes a painkiller.
Recently, he had noticed a thing or two and his anxiety had been through the roof.
At first Till had assumed it was him. A missing utensil that was probably misplaced, one of his socks of a pair he was sure he had washed together lost, his good luck boxers he wore for castings gone—The last one was what made him pause in his tracks to consider.
In the wake of the unavoidable oddities, Till does nothing much. He double checks his locks to make sure nothing is broken and there's no way anything could come in through his balcony given Till lives on the fifth floor.
He sends Mizi a text that he won't be able to make it for a cafe date she had planned alongside Sua before wandering over to the mess of clothes that lay on the carpet.
Till leans over to dutifully pick each item up and put them away. He decides to run himself a bath.
Till's doorbell rings as he's drying his hair. He isn't expecting anything but he wanders over, peering through the peephole because it doesn't pay to be cautious.
Opening the door, Till comes face to face with a delivery man.
“I think you have the wrong place.” Till says as he glances at the basket of flowers placed on his doormat. The mere notion of Till receiving flowers is ridiculous and why he is still surprised he had been gifted anemones.
“Hwan Till?”
“Yeah?”
“These are for you then.”
The delivery man nods his head and slips away before Till can ask any questions—taking Till's disbelief as a chance for an exit.
“Fuck.” Till mumbles as he picks the basket up and retreats back to his apartment, the door swings shut as Till takes it to the kitchen and places it on the counter. “It's too early for this…”
He uses his phone to scour the web given he's unfamiliar with the flowers and finds that they're orchids—symbols of obsession and passion.
Macabre.
Till thinks of throwing them away before he spots a folded card.
He pauses, breath stilling in his lungs as he reaches for it and flips it open.
Every second spent without your attention leaves me yearning. I think of you even as your scent fades.
Till's heart drops when he notices the picture printed below, his good luck boxers held within a stranger's fingers.
He has a stalker.
The conclusion makes Till's heart rate spike every time he thinks a little too deeply about it. Throwing a cursory look over his shoulders when he's out late whether alone or with a group of people has become his norm.
Till doesn't feel entirely safe at home either so he decides to spend the day out.
Till's first stop is purchasing some cameras, not a whole security system but the fairly average priced ones hidden in obscure objects that wouldn't alert one to be cautious—thanks to the grace of modern technology.
He hopes finding some evidence that someone has been tampering in his private living space should be his priority, mostly to acknowledge he isn't going insane without reason.
The image of his boxers within a stranger's hand flashes through his mind and Till shudders to think about what else the stalker stole from his apartment.
Till had been putting off looking at his phone as much as he could. Mostly due to the strange messages he had started receiving recently from an unknown number.
He reckons the stalker grew tired of his implicit attempts to unnerve him and decided to take a more direct route by contacting Till.
As if on cue, Till's phone pings multiple times and he glances at it.
Why are you ignoring me? :c
That's rude, you know? I really just want to get to know you better, Hyung.
Was it because I asked if you were a virgin?
Or…maybe because I sent you that picture of you eating jajangmyeon? But you looked cute, aren't my picture taking skills professional?
＿|￣|● Sorry, I'll mind my manners so reply, okay?
The longer you don't answer the more I'll annoy you (* >ω<)
Till deletes the notification.
It's only normal for Till to be wary about everything. Every time his doorbell rings, Till stiffens as he cautiously makes his way to his door. He has been receiving things every day, ranging from shoes to books to even cologne.
Till kept all the items in the back of his closet, mentally citing them as evidence and not wanting to tamper with it.
It's not like Till can turn the parcels away either, rarely do they have a return address and they're all correctly delivered. The first time he attempted to track the origin of the gifts, he ended up barred from using a delivery service.
With limited choices, Till can only resort to the sick waiting game of hoping he manages to capture something on his cameras because the longer this goes on, the more insane he feels.
“Till?” Jia's concerned voice stirs him away from his many thoughts and he realises he's been staring blankly at the script in his hand.
“Sorry, I…” Till starts as he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes.
“You haven't been sleeping well have you?” Jia confirms at the extended silence. “Is it because—”
“I just stayed up late last night moving stuff.” Till interrupts as he places his glasses back on. He can't look at the script for too long before the words blur and mean nothing so he places it on the coffee table.
Jia doesn't look convinced as she looks around the living room. It's true Till did some re-decor just in the sense of setting up cameras rather than moving around furniture.
“Don't push yourself too much. How about you take a break? This movie is only in pre-production and there's a few months before it begins casting. Not to mention you just finished with Alien stage.”
Till considers Jia's words because he had been working more. What with the new collabs, and advertising, and meeting different people within the industry because connections are everything but…Till had never been on the extroverted side and his favourite thing every single day after work was to go home.
The stress of his lack of sleep and his supposed stalker didn't help either. Till had permanently silenced his notifications, only checking his messages when he received them instantly and swiping away if it was from an unknown number.
The messages mostly dwindled by the morning and Till hopes his avoidance makes his stalker grow bored. He had initially made the mistake of responding and reacting and the messages had bombarded him until he nearly tossed his phone across the room.
“Take the next week off, I'll reshuffle your schedule and only let you know about the most urgent things.” Jia states in her no nonsense tone that guarantees Till's chance of winning an argument against her is down to the negatives.
Till smiles, slightly tired but relieved at the same time. He really owes a lot to his manager. “Thanks, Jia.”
Jia nods and then they go back to discussing things set to happen for the next hour before Till sees her to the door as she leaves—confiscating the very script she had handed to Till and the reason for her visit.
Till is riding the elevator back to his floor after doing some light grocery shopping. He is really in the mood for making kimbap.
He replies to a meme Mizi sent him but not before doing a quick search on naver to figure out what it meant.
The elevator doors slide open and Till nods in greeting as an old lady and a child enter before he goes back to typing.
“Sorry to bother you but are you the resident from apartment 578? Your letter box has been full for the past few days.”
Till looks up, blinking as he registers the words. “Ah, really? I'll go empty that now. Thank you for letting me know.”
“No problem dear.” The old lady smiles, getting out when the elevator gets to the fifth floor. Till waves his hand at the child who enthusiastically waves her arm goodbye before Till is pressing the button for the lobby.
Till usually doesn't check his letterbox, mostly because he doesn't have anyone to receive letters from with the modern preference of emails and any parcels being delivered often end up in front of his door. He figures it's probably leaflets and coupons from local businesses which will all end up in recycling.
He spots his compartment with a few envelopes sticking out the flap and huffs as he takes a few out only to find some more, there's not so many it is spilling out but it clearly needs emptying.
Till piles the letters up, counting twenty of them before he takes the elevator back up, juggling the groceries and letters to one hand so Till can use the keypad. He pauses at the sight of a parcel on his doorstep.
Frowning, Till unlocks his apartment and picks the box up, letting the door swing shut behind him. He doesn't recall ordering anything recently as he sets aside everything and grab a bowl to rinse the spinach before reaching for the pile of letters. He opens one and slides out a neatly folded letter that as Till reads—looks like a devoted fan letter.
Jia must have gone through the gifts sent to the company before sending them here.
Till smiles as he carefully puts it back and sets to opening the rest. He had never received letters like these before and a bout of elation enough to make Till feel giddy fills his heart.
The first few letters are full of whimsy and mentions Till's appearance in the latest host show with Mizi and Luka. He notices there's no name signing any of them off. The others are clearly older, talking about things that happened months and even years prior and Till realises this must be an old time fan of his.
The bliss only lasts so long before Till notices a badly drawn anemone on one letter that's shorter than the others and written in red ink.
Till swallows, coining it a coincidence until a polaroid of the same woven basket of orchids Till had thrown away slides out the envelope with Did you like it? written in bold marker at the back and instantly withering the words he had just read into something twisted and dark—the sight makes Till tremble as he is hit with a wave of nausea
Till wakes up late on Friday. His body feels heavy, mind dazed as he blinks his consciousness back. Despite sleeping in, Till's night had been restless with thoughts crowding his brain and pulling him away from slumber.
His cameras are slightly useless given the stalker hadn't taken anything of Till's things recently to which he has knowledge of and so far only had things delivered to Till's address. Any pictures sent to him were clearly taken when Till was outside his home. Still, Till doesn't let his guard down.
He takes a quick shower and heats the kettle to make himself coffee—something he found he had been relying on too often lately. The parcel he had received remains on his kitchen counter where he left it and tentatively, Till picks it up as he waits for the water to boil.
He checks the return address which looks like it's from Lotte World Mall before grabbing a knife to cut the packaging open.
Till opens the box and unfolds the dainty wrapping, untying the ribbon in confusion. He's wondering what exactly could be in the box before a lacy set of pink lingerie flashes him.
Till flushes, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he picks up what seems to be the top—a babydoll with a translucent top that would do next to nothing in concealing Till's body. Till doubts something like this would even suit him and to make matters worse, the panties that come with it could only be called a string of fabric with its open crotch.
Whoever sent the lingerie set to Till clearly has some sort of fetish. There's a note with it, a flower-bordered expensive type of card that read: You'd look so pretty dressed up in pink, sweetheart. From your forever fan <3
Till swallows thickly as he shoves the lingerie back in the box. There's no receipt so Till can't return it and the addressee has his name on it so he can't even say it doesn't belong to him.
Till decides to shove it into his closet with the rest of the gifts, out of sight and out of mind.
It's weird how accustomed Till has begun to feel to the spontaneous gifts and text messages. He should have gone to the police and filed a report, it would be a lot easier for the professionals in the field to track his stalker down and put an end to it but Till doesn't—call it his bullheadedness that never died from youth. Till has always been one to figure things out on his own.
Till has one final thing to do before his official break starts so he gets dressed in an oversized sweater and a comfy pair of jeans as he slips his glasses on. He prefers them over his contacts most of the time unless he's working.
The drive to the buzz of the city with the windows rolled low makes Till's thoughts drift. He's glad the meeting is in the afternoon, an hour or so before the sun sets given the change of seasons.
The city is pretty, distant with lights flickering on and sky-rise buildings compromising corporate offices or wealthy apartments in the background as strangers rush alongside the pavement.
It's nice and Till feels like he can breathe, as if he is an observer not pulled into the lull of the city life's hub bub.
Eventually the taxi pulls in front of IL Entertainment and Till pays the fare as he exits and walks towards the lobby, flashing his ID though there isn't much of a need but it's a formality Till has long made habitual.
He greets those he knows, a polite nod to those he doesn't as he takes the elevator up to a semi-formal meeting room Jia always booked out whenever she met with Till at the company building.
A knock to the door followed by an answer and Till enters.
“Hello Till.” Jia greets as she beckons for him to sit. “Once we're done outlining this contract for the usage of your music you'll be free to relax. It'll be quick.” Jia promises, getting straight to the subject knowing Till's aversion to paperwork.
“Work is work.” Till responds despondently and Jia grins before they get to it.
It is as simple as she had briefed, making sure Till's rights are considered and the terms of the other party is fair and beneficial. They finish within an hour and some before Jia directs Till's attention to a handful of bags.
“Some gifts, from us and a couple from fans. There's still some we need to inspect but these are the ones that have been given the green light so far.”
“You didn't need to—”
“Hush now. We know how hard you've been working ever since you joined us and it's something you definitely deserve.”
Till feels heat creep up his cheeks at her words. He's never been quite good with compliments or acknowledgements.
“Thank you.” Till's shyly manages and Jia looks happy at that.
She points at one bag, “We usually bin any food items but since this is from—”
Jia's phone rings interrupting her words and she shoots Till an apologetic smile as she looks at her screen. “Sorry, I really need to take this but take care, Till. And absolutely no working.”
She leaves the meeting room after her warning, making Till huff in amusement.
Till drops the bags by the couch, planning to open then later. He takes the bag Jia had pointed out earlier and finds a box of chocolates.
Till doesn't have a sweet tooth but it'd be a waste to not eat something he was given especially because it's free. He turns the TV on, switching the channel to a game show featuring trainee idols as he opens the box and picks out a chocolate shaped like a gift box.
It's good, not overly sweet or bitter. He licks his fingers with a pleased hum and chooses a nutty one, the texture is balanced perfectly with the chocolate husk and it's hazelnut filling.
Soon Till finishes half of the chocolate before realising he feels lightheaded. Till blinks as he glances down at the box and picks up the lid, squinting to read the listed flavours and realising these were custom liqueur chocolates.
A few more can't hurt and with that thought in mind, Till finishes the entire box.
It might have been some parts liquid courage and other parts curiosity but Till removes his glasses, tossing them somewhere beside him as he stands up and stumbles to his room.
He takes out the box containing the lingerie set he had striven to forget and unbuckles his belt first, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of his jeans. He tugs the sweater off, suddenly aware of how warm he is feeling as his bare body comes into contact with the surrounding air.
Till slips on the babydoll dress first, it feels good and soft against his flushed skin. He checks his reflection out in the full body mirror with a little twirl before his head throbs with dizziness.
He looks good but his boxers seem to take away from the full picture so he slides them off and pulls up the crotchless panties. The sight of them cupping his cunt makes Till flush, its lewd and it makes him feel exposed.
Till has never worn anything like this before yet it compliments his figure, washing away his previous doubts.
Till bites his lip as he lifts the hem. Admiring the intricate lace at the upper part of the panties. There's even a small bow that brings it all together.
Pressing his thighs together, Till drops the hem and trails one hand down the translucent fabric to cup his tingling pussy and gasps at the wetness he finds.
He's about to continue delving lower with his fingers before the sound of knocking at the front door sounds—startling Till so bad he jumps.
Till's heart pounds in his chest, torn between the arousal stirring within him and the urgency of whoever is knocking on the door before he decides to deal with the latter first.
Till’s reactions are slightly slow given he's drunk but he walks clumsily to the entrance. “Who?” Till asks though he wonders if the other person can even hear given the slur in his speech.
There's no answer and Till steps back before the knocking returns albeit more insistently. He's not sure whether he should open the door or not but he really wants to get back because the itchy heat beneath his skin only increases and Till is pretty sure he's slicking his thighs from how turned on he is.
He opens the door slightly, just enough he can peek between the gap and notices there's nobody there. A chill sweeps into the apartment making Till shiver before he notices the small compact box sitting on his doormat.
Till frowns and reaches for it, shooting his surroundings a cursory glance before he closes the door.
The box is small despite its weight so Till makes the wise decision to open it.
The first thing Till notices is the printed picture of himself standing in front of his apartment with the shutter capturing him as he's using the keypad.
Till's blood immediately runs cold. With shaking fingers he flicks through, letting the pictures flutter to the ground like withered petals of a dying flower.
They're all taken in different places and times except for the one consistency being the subject, Till. There's even some when he's out with others—the days he met with Mizi and Sua, a candid of him and Jia leaving IL Entertainment's office, various pictures of him eating alone or out doing random things.
When Till swallows, it's like a bag of needles gets stuck in his throat to the point it feels suffocating.
As he gets to the end, there's pictures of him inside the apartment and the worst being they were all taken when Till was asleep.
The anxiety descends like thunder. Till is suddenly overly aware of everything around him. His lungs struggle to pull in the oxygen he needs as the hallway caves around him and stumbling to his feet, Till makes his way to the living room in search of his phone as an odd buzz rings in the back of his head.
Till's vision warps and the last thing he's aware of is the dark shadow of a silhouette standing behind him.
It's hot.
That's the first thing Till notices.
The second being he really wants to cum.
“Awake?” A low voice murmurs so close to Till's ears it sends a shiver down his spine.
Till's eyes flutter open as he gets used to the dim lighting, his body tingles and his cunt is throbbing in delirious need. He thinks he slurs something and then the voice is hushing him, long fingers petting the sweaty strands of his bangs away from his forehead.
“What…?” Till starts, he knows he should probably be panicking but he can't muster the energy to do so.
A man comes into Till’s line of sight, dark hair, dark eyes—the kind of face that looks angelic and perfect except for the lack of life replaced with a madness that makes Till's heart race.
“W–who are you?”
“Hm, me? I'm your biggest fan, Hyung.” The stranger answers with a smile before tilting his head like a curious puppy, “Or can I call you Till? Your name is pretty.”
Till predictably flushes. He tries to move his arms only to find there's rope binding his wrist and his thighs are tied together.
“I can't move.” Till pouts, hoping the man gets the hint but he only looks amused.
“Took you a while to notice. Has anyone ever told you that you shouldn't accept sweets from strangers, Till?”
“I didn't…” Till stares—at a loss for words as he tries to remember how he got here in the first place. He remembers getting home but anything after that seems to blur and now he's feeling warm and incredibly aroused. “I feel weird.”
“Mhn, eating drugged chocolates would do that for you.” The man nods and Till flinches when he drags a hand down Till's body, stealing Till's attention.
Till gasps when he realises what he's wearing and reflexively tries to bring his arms down to cover his exposed pussy as the fabric of the babydoll slips to the side, revealing his perky nipples to the handsome man but—
“Ah ah, you'll hurt yourself if you tug that hard.” He rubs his thumb against Till's wrists, wearing a frown that makes Till instantly want to curl up in shame.
Till lies obediently, as obediently as he can whilst squirming because the need to touch his pussy is almost overwhelming. He needs to be alone to do that though.
“Can you leave?”
The man stares at Till for a second, lips twitching as his gaze drops to where Till needs attention. There's something electric in the way his eyes darken, the hand caressing his stomach slides down to cup Till's cunt making Till flinch—
“Nope,” He refuses and Till frowns.
“Why?”
“You have a little problem you need help with don't you? You can't do anything since you're tied up too.” The man hums like he's considering options. “How about I help you? A cute little thing like you doesn't deserve to be punished especially when you're wearing my gift, hm?”
Till shakes his head.
“No?” The man tilts his head and Till likens the man's mannerisms to a dog. There's a slight whine to his tone too, almost like he's talking to a petulant child and it irritates Till. “Well too bad. See, you don't really have a choice, Till. You're kind of dumb aren't you but that's okay I'll help. Why do you think you're all tied up?”
“Dunno,” Till huffs. He tries to move away but all that does is tire him out. His body isn't being co-operative.
“I'll give you a hint.” The man grins, leaning closer. “I am going to make you mine.”
Till frowns at the threat, it doesn't sound like one but he is pretty sure it is. Whilst Till's awareness is sluggish to return, his instincts are telling him something is horribly wrong.
He's in his home and on his bed with a man that he doesn't know.
“Who are you?” Till asks.
“Hm? I already answered that question. You're more out of it than I thought but it's okay, it's not that important.”
Ivan's weight shifts as he moves to sit near Till's legs and lifts them onto his broad shoulders. One of his hands delves around Till's thigh, fingers dipping in between the fabric of the crotchless panties and immediately Till's thoughts are cut short at the tingle of pleasure as Ivan's fingers run in between Till's folds before easily slipping inside.
“You're really turned on huh? So much for saying ‘no’,” Ivan mocks when Till moans, instinctively rocking his hips against Ivan's fingers.
Ivan laughs, amused by Till's desperation overriding his common sense.
“Hngh, more. ‘S not enough…” Till whines making Ivan click his tongue.
“I didn't know you could be such a slut, Till. Getting off my fingers like this, would you let just anyone break in and fuck you?”
“N‐no ah I won't,” Till answers, clenching around The man's fingers as they stroke against his trembling walls. It feels good but it's not enough and the restriction of his movement only makes Till more desperately pathetic.
The man hums before removing his fingers with a pop and Till instantly mourns the loss as his pussy flutters around nothing.
Now that Till had a taste of pleasure, his body sings for more so it being taken away from him is nothing but cruel. Tears line the rim of his eyes and the man above him coos at the sight.
“Aw, does my pretty baby want to cum?”
Till immediately nods, he wants it, needs those long fingers buried into his slick heat.
The man smiles and goes to remove his belt as Till watches, wondering what he planned to do. He slides the zipper of his jeans down and alongside it untucks his tented cock.
Till's jaw drops as he gets a look at the man's sheer size, long and thick enough that if the man put it inside, Till would definitely break.
“N–no,” Till stutters as his heart thumps, he tries to shuffle upwards but the man grips his thighs, keeping him tethered. “I don't want that.”
“No?” The man tilts his head like he is genuinely confused. “What makes you think you have a choice here, Till?”
“It's too big, hey you…” Till trails off, remembering he still doesn't know the man's name. Till doesn't know him.
A chill sweeps across the room and it's probably the automated temperature system acting up but Till can't help but feel it's because of the man, his eyes are cold and dull despite the grin he wears and his grip tightens around Till's thigh making Till flinch.
“Let go of me.” Till trembles. “I don't want this, don't want you.”
Till's words make the man still, making Till's skin prickle—washing away the earlier arousal and replacing it with fear the longer the man remains silently observing Till.
“Dumb slut.” The man scoffs before pulling away and dropping Till's legs from his shoulder.
For a second Till believes that's it, that the man will leave and walk out and Till will be free—Dumb, stupid Till.
Till's vision spins as the stranger manhandles Till onto his front and tugs his hips up. His face is pressed against his bed with his hands tucked under his stomach and given Till is bound, he remains helplessly fixed in the embarrassing position.
“W–what are you doing?” Till asks wide eyed, he glances back as much as he can only to find the man stroking his cock as he kneels on either side of Till's legs.
“What do you think I'm going to do?” The man immediately retorts. He doesn't give much time for Till to answer as he rubs his cock in between Till's folds, immediately distracting Till with the throbbing length. “You keep saying no but your body is honest.”
The man rocks his hips like that for a bit longer before the tip of his cock catches against the rim of Till's entrance.
“Stop, please stop.” Till pleads as tears drip down his cheeks. It's even worse like this because he can't see the man's face and the fact he feels good despite being violated makes him burn in humiliation. “I–I'll do anything, please.”
The man doesn't listen, ignoring Till as he grips Till's hips in a bruising grip and snaps his hips forward without warning—burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden intrusion makes Till's body jolt as his fingers desperately dig into the sheets below him as much as he can given his wrists are bound. His pussy spasms around the thick obtrusion, struggling to accommodate the size that stretches him.
It hurts but it also feels good, insanely good it makes Till dizzy. He cums the moment the man drags his cock out, pent up from the earlier build up.
“Did you cum just from that? I thought the drugs were wearing off since you were resisting but…” The man trails off as he pauses his movements for a second. “Well, since you're so desperate, please accept me properly, okay?”
Till cries out as the man pounds into him ruthlessly. There's no goal to make Till feel good as the man's hips slam into Till's ass singlehandedly chasing after his high but because of his size, his cock brushes against Till's sensitive nerve endings every time making Till's pussy pulsate.
Till is reduced to nothing. The only sounds leaving his lips are nonsensical words as Ivan drives him to the brink of another orgasm too soon. Till isn't even aware when the man unties the rope holding his thighs together until his legs slip, unable to hold his weight.
Till's muscles jump when he feels the man caress his stomach and feel for the slight bump his cock makes every time it presses deeply into Till's womb. It makes Till whine, almost driving him insane from the pressure before his legs weakly kick out and he cums again.
Till feels the man's teeth dig into his back and then his shoulder, the sudden sting jostles him from the pleasure drunk haze as he sobs but Till can't do anything about it as he feels the flood of warmth fill him. He can only take.
Eventually, the man flips Till around onto his back and folds his legs all the way so his ankles rest by his shoulders. The man whistles as he leers down over Till, sweaty bangs hanging over his forehead when he tilts his head down to admire Till's abused cunt.
“Didn't know you were this talented. You could give up your acting career and start being a porn star, Till.”
Till feels like he wants to disappear out of shame.
“Aren't you done already?” Till asks with his raw throat, flinching when the man drags his dark eyes back up to meet Till's gaze.
“I didn't think you were selfish. How many times have you came compared to me, hm?” The man states in mock disappointment before landing a slap against Till's cunt making him gasp. “Have you figured out who I am yet?”
Till is still reeling from the singular spank before the man delivers another, running out of patience. Everytime Till tries to say something the man hits his pussy rendering him a mess as he cries and what's worse is that Till begins to feel that odd pressure near his clit build with every hit that lands.
Till doesn't even register he's squirting or peeing—he can't tell the difference because he's so out of it until he hears the man's ecstatic laugh cut through the haze of his relief.
“Wow.” The man hums impressed, licking the drops that splashed against his face with a grin. “You're more of a pain slut than I imagined, impressive.”
Till glares at the man who shrugs it off before he lines his cock up to Till's hole and easily sinks into Till with a content sigh.
Till's pussy clenches around the cock in welcome before the man sets a ruthless pace that leaves Till's mind blank. All his focus narrows down to the man's cock hitting his cervix with how deep the position lets him, his large hands holding Till down as he pants over him, and the way he looks with flushed cheeks as he chases his high.
Till feels his body trembling at the intensity of the man's thrusts, vision fading out of sheer exhaustion as he's pushed into another mind numbing climax.
“I can't believe you called me dumb,” Till says as Ivan cuddles him.
He had been bathed and massaged with oil whilst Ivan fed him home made snacks he had prepped beforehand—all the while being praised and reassured because Ivan always tends to feel like he pushes too far whenever they roleplay something on the rougher side.
Till likes it however. He enjoys seeing Ivan act in a way he never would in a normal setting and as an unintentional side-effect, Ivan had grown comfortable playing more dynamic roles.
It makes Till proud and equally as horny.
“I'm sorry, hyung.” Ivan nuzzles against Till, fluffy hair brushing against Till's face making him turn away with a huff. “But you told me to be mean. I even did my research.”
“Yeah?” Till asks, amused.
Ivan nods against Till's collar bone.
"I might have gone too far..."
Till rolls his eyes, flicking Ivan's forehead.