───── " just let me adore you. like it's the only thing i'll ever do."
𓂃 Ꮺ ❪ ✶ ❫ 𝓟. lee chittaphon. x fem!reader.
𓂃 Ꮺ ❪ ✶ ❫ 𝓖ênero. fluff.
𓂃 Ꮺ ❪ ✶ ❫ 𝓐visos. acredito que nenhum.
𓂃 Ꮺ ❪ ✶ ❫ 𝓝otas. eu tinha planos de postar uma outra coisa, mas não tive muito tempo para elaborar algo bacana. foi aí que vi isso aqui, que já estava criando teias de aranha nos meus rascunhos, e então tomei vergonha na cara e terminei de escrever. o bala chitta + gatos é um tópico muito sensível para mim, amo demais. espero que gostem. <3 ( não foi revisado )／𝓦c. 1814.／𝓛ista 𝓓e 𝓛eitura.
Você e seu namorado, Chittaphon, estavam aconchegados no sofá. Seus dedos afagavam a maciez dos cabelos do homem, enquanto ele inspirava profundamente, com os olhinhos fechados. A cabeça dele estava aninhada na curvatura do seu pescoço, onde, ocasionalmente, distribuía beijinhos nos seus pontos mais sensíveis de propósito. O Lee se divertia com seus resmungos dengosos, pedindo para não te provocar assim. Contudo, suas queixas pareciam estimulá-lo a continuar, já que as mãos grandes e ávidas se aventuravam sob a camisa que você usava – a mesma que roubou do guarda-roupa dele hoje mais cedo, quando saiu do banho.
Apertou tua cintura, ouvindo seus arfares e sentido-a arquear as costas em busca de mais contato.
Chittaphon era muito carente, mas também muito ocupado com sua carreira de ídolo, então quando tinha uma folga ou um tempinho sobrando na sua agenda lotada, ele corria para ti, para aproveitar cada segundo precioso com a sua amada.
Nesses momentos, quando podem esquecer dos problemas e deixar as responsabilidades, ficam apenas de bobeira.
Se amigos ou familiares os convidam para uma resenha ou um jantarzinho de domingo, inventam alguma desculpinha para não comparecer ao compromisso. Não que não gostassem deles, mas quem, em sã consciência, iria querer sair de casa, sendo que podiam ficar aqui de chameguinhos?
O homem dá um cheirinho no teu cangote e sobe roçando a pontinha do nariz na linha da tua mandíbula, beija sua bochecha, depois a outra e por fim o cantinho da sua boca. Ele não te beijaria agora, afinal, gostaria de te ver implorar, pelo menos um pouquinho.
O Lee era assim, por mais que parecesse ser um cara tranquilo, não perdia a chance de atazanar sua vida. Mas o que o levava a tal ponto? Bom, o mesmo acreditava que isso era um acerto de contas contigo, que vivia o atentando com coisas simples, desde você vestir as roupas dele até quando o chama de um jeitinho manhoso de “Chitta”. Ele considerava tudo isso um grande tormento, já que o deixava maluco e com vontade de te ter, seja lá qual fosse o lugar em que estivessem. Devolveria tudo na mesma moeda, mas não de forma justa, pois esse homem era cruel e tinha um autocontrole insano, habilidade essa que você carecia. Sempre que te provocava, terminava contigo choramingando e implorando por mais.
Outro motivo pelo qual adora te atiçar e que o deixa a beira da insanidade é que toda santa vez que te vê brincando com seus gatinhos, uma vontade quase irreprimível de te fazer mãe surge. Te imagina cuidando de seus futuros filhos e o quão linda você ficaria grávida.
Um dia, ele ainda vai te levar para o altar, colocar uma aliança em seu dedo e te fazer a senhora Lee – para poder encher o seu saco – para todo o sempre, pedido esse que você não teria coragem de recusar.
O silêncio da sala era quebrado apenas pelo som da TV, que passava um filme que você havia feito questão de que ele assistisse contigo, um daqueles clichês nostálgicos e um de seus favoritos, o famoso "10 coisas que eu odeio em você".
Nos primeiros minutos, Chitta atentamente te ouviu falar sobre como essa obra cinematográfica mudou toda tua perspectiva sobre o amor e tudo mais.
Mas depois, o homem não resistiu e começou com a manha costumeira. E, em pouco tempo, estavam perdidos no mundinho só de vocês e já tinham se esquecido completamente da trama que se desenrolava na tela. A concentração mútua foi quebrada somente pelo som estridente de um miado. E antes que pudesse reagir, um dos seus gatinhos, saltou no sofá, exibindo sua habitual ousadia felina. Parando ao seu lado, olhando fixamente para ti com aqueles olhos grandes e inquisitivos, esfregando-se nas suas pernas. Não satisfeito, o pequeno começou a empurrar Chitta com as patinhas, claramente reivindicando seu espaço.
Louis, sem um pingo de vergonha, miou novamente e se acomodou no seu colo, como se dissesse que ali era o seu lugar e que Chittaphon devia pegar o beco.
Seu namorado soltou uma risada baixa ao ser "expulso" pelo animalzinho. E se afastou um pouco, erguendo as mãos em rendição.
— Tudo bem, tudo bem, baixinho. Ela é toda sua... Por enquanto. — Brincou, estreitando os olhos para o próprio gato, que fez pouco caso.
Você não conseguiu conter a risada ao ver a cena. Ten, um ídolo carismático e desejado por milhares de fãs ao redor do mundo, sendo intimidado por um gato pequeno e cheio de atitude.
— Você ama mais ele do que eu, só pode. — O homem fez um biquinho fingido, cruzando os braços. — Pelo visto 'tava errado ao acreditar que era o amor da sua vida… — Dramatizou, te fazendo revirar os olhos e, com um sorriso, o puxou pela gola da camisa para lhe dar um selinho.
— Você é o meu amor todinho. — Sussurrou contra os lábios dele. — Mas ele só quer um pouco de atenção. — Explicou, tentando parecer imparcial, mas sabia que o Lee não aceitaria te dividir tão facilmente, seja com quem fosse.
— Eu também quero. — Resmungou, projetando um beicinho todo birrento.
— Vocês são tão ciumentinhos. — Provocou, coçando atrás das orelhinhas de Louis.
— Eu? Ciumento? — Fingiu indignação, arqueando a sobrancelha. — Só não gosto de compartilhar o que é meu. — Ainda todo emburradinho ele continua. — Queria um tempinho só nós dois... Agora nem isso posso ter.
Você ri da atitude infantil e tenta acalmar os ânimos, oferecendo carinho a ambos. Seus dedos passam pelos cabelos de seu namorado e pela pelagem macia do gatinho ao mesmo tempo, mas isso só faz o homem reclamar mais.
— Não é justo dividir.
A resposta morrera em seus lábios, substituída pela sensação quente da mão dele, deslizando audaciosamente por sua cintura, apertando-a levemente e arrancando um pequeno sobressalto seu.
— Mô, o Louis 'tá aqui. — Protestou, rindo tentando afastar as mãos dele de ti.
— E? — Sorriu inocentemente, mas a forma como seus dedos exploram toda sua pele nua indicava que não tinha intenção alguma de parar. — Se ele pode disputar por sua atenção, eu também posso.
Obviamente, não se contentou apenas com isso e aproximou-se ainda mais. Seus lábios, vermelhos e extremamente convidativos, a centímetros dos seus, imploravam para serem saboreados.
— Você ainda não me pediu… — A voz, baixa e aveludada, carregada de expectativa, soou.
Ele se deliciava te provocando, sabendo que te deixava cada vez mais ansiosa. Seus sorrisos de canto de boca e comentários insinuantes eram como flechas certeiras, atingindo direto no seu ponto fraco.
Mordendo o lábio, desviou o olhar por um segundo, tentando não dar o gostinho da vitória tão rápido. Chittaphon, incapaz de esperar mais, decidiu apressar as coisas.
— Vou contar até três… — A avisou. — Se não pedir até lá, não sei se ainda vou estar disponível. — Seus lábios deslizaram ao longo de seu maxilar. — Um... Dois... — Você inspirou fundo, lutando contra a tentação, mas quando ele disse “três”, o inevitável aconteceu.
— Mô… — O chamou baixinho, o tom carregado de uma súplica implícita.
Os olhos dele brilharam com triunfo e finalmente capturou seus lábios em um beijo lentinho e gostosinho, os estalinhos úmidos ecoavam na sala, e o gato, percebendo que perdeu a batalha, saltou do seu colo para outro canto do sofá, se deitando ali com o rabo chicoteando de leve, como se estivesse ofendido.
— Agora sim, pediu direitinho. — Murmurou contra seus lábios, o sorriso cafajeste ainda presente, apesar da respiração acelerada. — ‘Tá vendo? Era só pedir, querida. Sabia que você não ia aguentar.
— Cala a boca. — Resmungou, tentando soar firme, mas a voz saiu fraca demais para ser convincente.
— Não precisa ficar brava, princesa. — Brincou. — Eu só queria garantir que você me queria tanto quanto te quero.
Você tentou ignorar o arrepio que percorreu todo seu corpo, mas era mais simples do que parecia, Chittaphon tinha você na palma da mão, e sabia disso.
— Arrogante. — Bufou, empurrando de leve seu peito, embora a vontade de beijá-lo ainda fosse avassaladora.
— E você adora. — Piscou, se afastando apenas o suficiente para olhar em seus olhos com aquele brilho travesso.
Você soltou uma zombaria, tentando recuperar o fôlego e, ao mesmo tempo, a compostura que ele parecia levar embora sempre que estava tão perto.
Do outro lado da sala, o gato soltou um miado baixo, claramente frustrado por não ser mais o centro das atenções.
— Acho que agora é ele quem está com ciúmes. — Chittaphon comentou, apontando para o felino. — Bem feito ‘pra ele. Quem mandou monopolizar teu colo quase o dia todo?
— Ah, então você está competindo com o Louis agora?
— Não tem competição, mô. — Respondeu, o sorriso brincando em seus lábios. — Já que você é toda minha, não é?
— ‘Tá certo, eu sou toda sua e você todo meu. — Disse assim que se separaram.
O Lee sorriu vitorioso e, sem perder tempo, a puxou mais para perto, enterrando o rosto no seu pescoço novamente.
— Ótimo, porque eu não terminei de te mimar. — Segredou contra sua pele, espalhando mais selares ali.
Sua risada contagiante se misturou ao som baixo da televisão, enquanto os dedos de Chittaphon deslizavam deliberadamente por cada centímetro do teu corpo.
— Você é muito dengoso, sabia? — Provocou, afagando os cabelos dele, que suspirou, fechando os olhos e aproveitando o cafuné gostosinho.
— Só contigo. — Admitiu, sonolento.
O filme ainda estava rodando na televisão, mas ninguém ali realmente ligava para ele. O momento era só de vocês dois, um daqueles raros segundos em que o mundo lá fora parecia desaparecer, e o homem podia se perder em ti, sem pressa ou preocupação alguma.
Eventualmente, os beijos se transformaram em abraços preguiçosos, quando o cansaço pesou sobre vocês.
Percebendo a respiração lenta e regular de Chitta, concluiu que o mesmo estava prestes a adormecer em seus braços.
— Quer subir para o quarto? — Perguntou baixinho.
— Aqui está bom… — Respondeu, permanecendo imóvel.
Envolta pelo calor de seu corpo, se aconchegou ainda mais nele, ouvindo o ritmo constante de seu coração, uma melodia tão calmante quanto uma canção de ninar.
— ‘Cê sabe que um dia eu vou mesmo te sequestrar e te fazer viver comigo para sempre, né? — Ele aleatoriamente soltou.
— Hm? — Você piscou, lutando contra o sono.
— Casar contigo. Te levar ‘pra uma casinha só nossa, num lugar bem tranquilo. Acordar com você todos os dias pelo restante das nossas vidas. — Suspirou, os braços se apertando mais ao seu redor. — Eu quero isso. Quero você. Sempre, até sermos dois velhinhos gagás e ranzinzas.
Seu coração derreteu com sua doçura, e suas bochechas esquentaram instantaneamente, um sorriso sonolento se formou nos seus lábios. Se afastou um pouquinho só para encará-lo, as pálpebras dele pesadas, mas ainda meio abertas, te dando um vislumbre dos olhos do seu namorado, que estavam brilhando com aquela ternura infinita que era reservada só para ti.
— Então me peça direito, Chittaphon. — Exigiu, traçando o maxilar dele e inclinando-se para depositar um beijinho no queixo dele que sorriu, todo molenga.
— No momento certo eu vou. — Foi a vez dele depositar um breve selar na ponta do teu nariz. — Mas saiba que de qualquer forma você já é a mãe dos meus gatinhos e todinha minha.
For your reactions game, WayV's reaction to their crush complimenting another member !
Thank you 😊
WayV reaction - you compliment another member
▫️Kun: Pouts immediately. Everyone always votes him as the one who acts cute the most so I don’t think he’d be shy with his feelings. So when you compliment Xiaojun on his new ‘cotton candy hair’ he instantly taps your shoulder to get your attention, his bottom lip in a pout that hides his top one. “What about mine? The stylists said that this new hairstyle fits me a lot!” . You’ll have to pet his hair and make sure he knows you think his hair is pretty too, just like the rest of him.
▫️Ten: Has a big ego and is very proud of his members, so when you compliment WinWin on his moves on a dance practice he brings you along to, he has to agree. Falls uncharacteristically quiet, until you’re left alone after he asks you to stay with him at the studio, to show you this new choreography he’s working on. Shows off really hard and when you tell him that you think he’s ‘really good’, he grabs your waist and brings you flush against his body, glistening lightly from sweat. “I’m the best though, right?”
▫️WinWin: When you compare hand sizes with Lucas, shocked with how long and pretty his fingers are, Sicheng rolls his eyes. He doesn’t care that you looked so smitten with his best friend, at least that what he tells himself, nor does he say a thing about it. But when you walk home with the members he doesn’t stop holding that same hand for one second, and everyone is shocked that someone that dislikes PDA as much as him suddenly initiated so much physical touch.
▫️Lucas: He’s overall a confident person, constantly being complimented on his looks and abilities from everyone around him, yet your praise means the most to him. He just wants you to be proud of him, show him off, you know? He only chuckles when you absentmindedly feel up Xiaojun’s bicep to compliment him on ‘buffing up lately’, because he loves you both so much. He still picks you up and carries you around the dorm to make a point, though.
▫️Xiaojun: Poor Junnie, he wants to be happy that you’re impressed with YangYang’s visuals on the new MV, he really does, but he can’t help but feel that little sting of jealousy in his chest. Keeps looking at your face everytime he has a scene coming up to gauge your reaction, and if it isn’t big enough he’ll be quiet for the rest of the day. You bug him about what’s wrong when you’re laying together in your bed the same night, his head on top of your stomach when he asks you if you think he did as good of a job as his friend. You’ll have to pull him up next to you, kiss every inch of his skin you can see for every doubting thought to evaporate from his busy mind.
▫️Hendery: Making you laugh is his favourite thing in the world, so when you laugh so hard at one of Ten’s joke you almost fall off your chair, it hurts his pride a little. Gets really hyper after that, using every prop he can find around him and body gag, determined to be funnier. Of course you giggle at his siliness but decide to calm him down after a while because you’re getting worried with his sudden restlessness. You only realize what is going on when you run your fingers through his hair and he gets quiet again, nuzzling against your neck like a cat that finally got attention.
▫️YangYang: Remember how Ten said in that Winformation video that he pretends like he doesn’t care but his eyes are always looking for the approval of his members? He’s still young, with all the insecurities that come with it, so when you compliment Hendery on his outfit, he’s hurt inside that you didn’t do the same for him. Wants to play indifferent and confident but you see him check himself out worryingly at every reflective surface that makes it possible. Only relaxes when you loop your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss -in front of Hendery- telling him you think he looks handsome today.
The soft music that played in the background and the slightly louder sound of the tattoo machine was a mixture that you considered to be heavenly.
"I'm almost done, I just have to shade the inside." Ten said while remaining concentrated on the design that he was currently tattooing on your back.
Ever since you and Ten were teenagers, you would always go over to his house and allow him to tattoo his designs on your body. He didn't exactly want to have a big tattoo shop - he just wanted to do tattoos on the people that he was closest to, and be their own personal tattoo artist.
"That's the worst damn part,” you told him while gritting your teeth. “You know, you really shouldn't say that you're almost done when you haven't even gotten to the worst part yet." you explained to him before shoving your face back into his pillow.
"You're the one that wanted the tattoo on your back. I told you it was gonna hurt, but you still wanted to do it." He scolded you, which caused you to let out a whine in response since you knew he was right.
Ten lifted the needle from your skin before wiping off some of the extra ink. "I know it hurts, but the pain is only temporary, and in the end, it's all gonna be worth it." He reassured you before continuing the tattoo.
Every design that Ten has tattooed on your body has always been worth it in the end, so you knew the words that came out of his mouth were nothing but the truth.
[12:13] “Two best friends in a room!” you squealed at the camera, slinging your arm around your best friend, Ten Lee. You raised a peace sign to your face as Ten let out a giddy laugh at your dramatic antics. “They might kiss,” you winked at the camera suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows as you felt Ten wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer to his body.
You both decided to make a live stream on tiktok out of pure boredom to pass the time. And since your followers have been shipping you, considering the two of you are so close. You couldn't help but decided to tease them a bit.
“Yes, we will,” Ten grinned mischievously at the camera with an affirming nod. There was a small pause between you as you took a moment to fully decipher what he was talking about. Your brain short circuited as your eyes slowly grew wide when you finally caught on to what he's trying to say.
"W-What?" you stammered, your cheeks growing red as you slowly turned to your best friend with wide eyes. A flabbergasted expression taking over your features as Ten eerily turned to you with a horrifying Cheshire grin spread across his lips, causing your heartbeat to increase at the action.
"I said, 'yes, we will'," Ten scrunched his nose giddily at you, leaning his head forward so that the tip of his nose caressed yours ever so slightly, swiping his tongue against his bottom lip as his eyes averted from your own to your lips. His actions effortlessly sending butterflies to swarm in your stomach.
Needless to say, your friendship blossomed into something more afterwards.
warnings: written in 3rd person, mature content, fluffy, ten being the love of my life
synopsis: The Four Great Kingdoms took turns to maintain the peace of a planet called Mahabhuta. However, when minor rebellions threaten its stability, two kingdoms seek an alliance. But, hearts could never be war weapons.
What to do when one of them is already committed to another?
Inspired by indian/turkish stuff and Avatar lol
[a/n]: since he (and his smile) was the reason i started stanning nct back in march 2016 (lol) i decided to post this here, the original version is in portuguese and posted on my fic site. happy bday, phonphon, you deserve the world.
also, english is not my first language so any grammar/etc mistake please let me know!
First of all, a small glossary so you don’t get lost:
The cycle of the Great Kingdoms of Mahabhuta takes place by:
Kingdom of Prithvi (Kingdom of Earth)
Kingdom of Apas-Jal (Kingdom of Water)
Kingdom of Agni (Kingdom of Fire)
Kingdom of Vayu (Kingdom of Air)
However, there is Akasha (Heaven, "vacuum"), by which all other kingdoms are "subjected". Akasha’s laws override any other law, as they were enacted prior to the division of Mahābhūta.
The hierarchy in each kingdom consists of:
Samraat and Samrajni – emperor and empress;
Maharaja and Maharani – king and queen, used formally for the heirs of the throne;
Raja and Rani – king and queen, used informally with the heirs of the throne.
Some words used by the characters and their meanings:
Evet: an informal way of saying “yes”;
Nei: an informal way of saying “no”;
Shokran: “thanks” said from peasants to monarchs;
Shukriya: “thanks” said from monarchs to peasants;
Olum: interjection of astonishment, incredulity.
Om Shanti: good luck.
Findi: petname, which can mean both “love” and “sweetheart”, normally related to married couples.
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Border between Vayu and Prithvi, Apas-Jal Era.
Some carriages and soldiers crossed the bridge across the border of the Kingdom of Prithvi. Everyone there was fully aware of what they were doing, but no one hesitated. Keeping Maharani of Vayu happy was the only thing they were looking for.
“Rani Y/N are you sure that Raja Chittaphon will be waiting for us?” Ipek, Y/N’s chaperone and personal maid, asked worriedly.
“Evet.” Y/N nodded. “It’s our only chance.”
“Samraat Bhima will be horrified when he notices that you are missing.”
“He will.” The princess smiled. “But he’ll eventually understand that I had to.”
“Everyone will be delighted when you get married to Raja Chittaphon, right?!” Ipek smiled when she noticed how the girl’s face lit up at her question.
“Hopefully so, Ipek. That’s what I’m aiming for.” Y/N sighed, biting another smile. Remembering Chittaphon always resulted in moments like that, where everything melted and she became a puddle of love.
She still shivered like a fool when she remembered when they met.
Flashback on
Jala, Kingdom of Apas-Jal, 3 years ago
The corridors of the Palace of Jala were huge and very confusing. There were no separated doors, let alone identification by floors or wings. Y/N walked blindly through them, because she couldn’t remember where they assigned her rooms earlier.
“Well, I’m sure it’s not here.” One of the doors opened and a boy came out of it, on his back, wearing a typical outfit of the monarchs she knew.
“Olum!” Y/N froze on her place.
“Oh, are you the owner of this room?” He turned to her, drawing her attention to the pair of amused chestnut eyes that stared at her.
“Nei, nei. I’m lost.” She confessed. “I thought the floor was empty.”
“They told me that the Kingdom of Agni would be on the third floor, according to the cycle, but I confess I’m having trouble counting. Is it the third excluding the ground floor, or the third from the ground?” The boy smiled and she felt her heart flutter.
She absolutely adored smiles.
And... Olum, that smile was out of this world!
“Well, guess I’m twice wrong, then.” she blushed.
“You’re not from Agni, I suppose.”
“Nei. I’m from Vayu.” She extended her hand, indicating the ring of the Compass Rose, which was the symbol of her kingdom. “I ended getting lost...”
“Ten, from Agni.” the boy showed his own ring too, a ruby sun adorning his hand. Only monarchs wore such rings. “Maybe if we go back where you came from, we’ll be able to find your chaperone.”
“Y/N, from Vayu.” She bowed, understanding now with whom she spoke. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Maharaja Chittaphon.”
“Olum, it can’t be!” Another lovely smile painted his thin lips. “Maharani Y/N Vatavaran?” Ten sounded excited. “I spent years trying to get to know you!”
“Really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Indeed! Did you think that you could remain incognito forever? All kingdoms are curious about the Heiress of the Air.” he signalled for them to start walking. He couldn’t touch her until they were officially introduced. “I suppose you make your debut at tonight’s ball?”
“My parents decided that it’s time for me to seek popularity.” She nodded. “I’m a little afraid, you know? Balls have always seemed too formal.”
“And they are.” Ten agreed. “But as soon as we are introduced, I’ll ask for one dance, and I hope you’ll save me a page on your card.”
“As I don’t know anyone, you’ll have them all.” She laughed.
“Perfect! So I won’t have to keep company with the Apas.”
“Don’t you like water?”
“I don’t like anything that puts out fire.” Ten joked casually, and then realized that the princess was puzzled by his comment. “Don’t worry, the air tends to spread it. I really like the air.” The same amusement gleam flashed through those chestnut eyes.
Y/N also had made up her mind: she liked the fire a lot.
End of flashback
Closing her eyes, Y/N waited for the right time to relax. When the antelope’s hooves stopped, she knew it was near.
“Maharani Vatavaran, we have arrived.” One of the soldiers tapped the carriage window twice, breaking the silence. “Maharaja Bhumi is waiting for you.”
“I’ll go down. Shukriya.” Y/N smiled. “We’ll meet tomorrow, Ipek. Watch out for any strange movements, pay close attention to the air! As we are in Prithvi you may feel weaker, but just focus on the atmosphere.”
“Evet, evet. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Ipek rushed her.
“Off I go.” Y/N smiled. “Wish me luck.”
“Om Shanti.” Ipek raised her hands to her face, crossing them in the shape of a bird and touching her forehead between them, a gesture of undoubted respect to Her Highness.
Y/N got out of the carriage and came across Bhumi, Prithvi’s heir. They had become very close friends when they were in Jala, because Bhumi was Ten’s close cousin. Adding up to their escapade, Varaha, capital of Prithvi, was extremely close to Akasha – if all went well, they’d need just two days to arrive there.
“I’m glad you made it!” Bhumi hugged her. “Ten must be on his way.” He signalled for a carriage behind them. “If they saw Vayu’s carriage we might have had problems, so I thought it is better to use mine until we get to the house.”
“Thanks for helping.” She thanked him, getting into the car.
“You know my weaknesses are love stories, Y/N.” Bhumi laughed. “I asked some guards to take the road to Akasha and they reported that it is in perfect condition. I separated two stops, one in Urvarak and the other in Chattaan; if you manage to reach Chattaan tomorrow by the afternoon, Akasha is just an hour away, so you can rest and do everything at dawn. I estimate that by lunchtime you’ll be married.” Bhumi gave her hands a soft squeeze. “Om Shanti, cousin.”
“Thank you, dear. But can’t we go straight to Chattaan?”
“It’d be very risky and a tad tiring. If other guards notice a strange movement on the roads, it’ll be warned to my father and everything will go down the drain.”
“Then we will follow the pace of normal travelers.” Y/N nodded. “Ipek is following in a carriage with some of my guards, but there is nothing that indicates my presence or relation to me. Do you think they are in danger?”
“If there’s nothing of yours with her, then I don’t believe so.” Bhumi waved a hand, dispensing bad luck. “As soon as they reach Urvarak, if they wish, they can go up in the air and proceed directly to Akasha, without stopping by Chattaan, or just taking a short rest. But, in my point of view, it’d be a little risky, no? Since your father will notice your disappearance in a few hours...”
“I’ll talk to Ipek, then. It would be really good if we had someone waiting for us in Akasha.” Y/N stared at the road. “How long does it take for Urvarak?”
“If you leave this morning, you’ll be there before sunset. That, of course, if you stop to eat and everything.” Bhumi loosened a belt that held his royal attire. “We will be near Varaha in a few minutes, but I’ll drop you off at home and go to the palace. You need to be aware because only Ten knows where it is.”
“Do you think he hasn’t arrived yet?”
“I don’t know how it went with the guards at the border, even if I let them know he was coming.” Bhumi sighed. “In times of crisis, things get chaotic.’
“I hope we don’t make this a bigger problem.” Y/N sighed.
“Love inevitably creates problems, baby.” he laughed. “But, a Maharaja has always been able to choose his wife and vice versa. I don’t see your marriage as an affront to Mahabhuta’s balance, but exactly what Apas-Jal and Agni wanted to do: an alliance. So, if we are to have an alliance, let it be real and auspicious.”
“Ah Bhumi, dear, you’re so good with words.” Y/N laughed, trying to relax.
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The house consisted of Prithvi’s standard architecture, with various stone details and spearhead adornments. After hugging and thanking Bhumi four more times, Y/N quietly entered the house, dressed as an ordinary Vahara citizen. It was very good that Bhumi had chosen a normal property instead of a more luxurious and aristocratic house.
She put her bag in the living room and walked to the bathroom, desperate to shower and do her hair. It could be the height of futility, but Y/N did not want Ten to see her sloppy and dirty. All those times they met when she was air bending were enough... They, in general, involved a lot of dust and dry leaves.
“Of course Bhumi would do that.” Y/N sweetly smiled when she found cinnamon essence in the bathroom. This was, in the best description, Vayu’s “official” smell.
While the water in the bathtub heated up, Y/N stretched out a lacy mid-length dress and a cloak. She had brought, in addition to that outfit, another white dress – which she would wear the day she arrived in Akasha – and a dark green dress.
Y/N smoothed the velvet piece and smiled a little. She was starting quite an adventure, but couldn’t find the slightest regret for what she was doing. For sure, if she had to choose, she would do everything again and again.
After washing up, Y/N was braiding her hair when she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She felt chills down her spine, but because the house had only one floor, anyone who entered it would make enough noise for her to prepare before she could cross the room. Awareness spread through her and she held tight on her hairbrush and a small hand mirror – since there wasn’t enough time to look for any other weapon.
“Y/N?” Her name came out loud in a soft voice, almost like velvet.
“Ten!” dropping all objects, she ran to him.
The couple hugged each other, trying to make up for all the one-month longing in those few seconds. A never-ending month in which Ten had heard about the arranged marriage; he and Y/N did not have much chance of communicating; and in which each other’s world seemed to get off track with the possibility of not being able to be together as they wanted to.
“How are you? Did you arrive safely?” Ten caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, loving how Y/N’s eyes closed at the slightest touch.
“I got scared thinking the house was invaded, but now I’m fine. And yes, I arrived safely thanks to Bhumi’s assistance.” she smiled.
“Sorry, I heard the water and decided it’d be respectful to wait.”
“There’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Y/N blinked, wickedly.
“I know.” Ten brought his face close to hers. “But I thought we had agreed not to do anything else until the wedding?!”
“To look doesn’t mean to touch.” She lifted her chin, voice dripping challenge.
“It turns out, little devil, I’m not so magnanimous.” He pressed his lips to hers, savouring the longing. The last time they saw each other they had to be quick, because it was at the reunion of the kingdoms, and although they could not participate actively, the heirs had an obligation to be present.
Ten circled her waist, breathing in the cinnamon and melting on Y/N’s tongue. Her whole body was on fire – almost not so figuratively – when they were together. Even though he knew they couldn’t waste time, he delighted himself with a few bites on her neck, fighting the urge to take the kiss further.
“I swear I can’t wait to be married.” She whispered. “Then I won’t need to count our minutes together.”
“Soon.” Ten winked. “We are leaving this morning, right?”
“I think it would be ideal. Bhumi said that we can get to Akasha in two days, or we can cut some time, but we would not have Ipek anticipating any problems. It’s up to you.” She shrugged.
“We’ll do what is best at the moment, findi.” Ten smiled. “This nickname gets better and better just because it reminds me that it should be used by married people.”
“You are very keen to remember that we will get married.”
“In Agni, marriage is one of the best things that could happen to anyone, you know?” He let Y/N get out of his arms. “You can’t blame me for this.”
“I don’t blame you, but your excitement is so evident that it makes me look disinterested… And you know I’m not.”
“It’ll show up as soon as we have tied our strings.”
Y/N smiled at the mention, because the wedding rite in Akasha had, as one of the main points, to use strings. Each kingdom had its specific ritual, and they should be performed according to the bride and groom’s wishes (and the place they were in, regardless of their nationalities). When Y/N was learning about kingdoms and their cultures, she never imagined that she’d marry in Akasha, let alone with their celebration. She couldn’t wait to put it into practice.
“How’s the situation in Agni?” Y/N asked as she folded her clothes.
“Kinda stable.” Ten sat on the bed and removed his boots. “Dad thinks it’s a matter of time before it spreads to other regions other than the capital”.
“I hope nobody gets seriously hurt until we get this solved.”
“For now there was nothing.” he nodded. “Just two fires in abandoned houses. The big problem is that this affects the population indirectly; after all, you never know when they will start attacking them. Psychological terror is the worst weapon.”
“Do you think we’re going to make it worse by getting married?” Y/N swallowed.
“I think...” Ten looked at her, a small smile adorning his beautiful face. “That love is a force far greater than greed and power. If two prosperous kingdoms tied by love, and nothing but love, fails to reach everyone’s heart, then no alliance between two other kingdoms will change reality.” He held out his hand, looking for hers over the velvet dress. “I didn’t lie when I said I would set the world on fire if something hurt you, findi. It only takes one word and we return to our kingdoms.”
“No!” she denied fervently. “I won’t give you up. I only worry about these rebellions...” She shrugged. “But I love you, Ten. You know that, right?”
“Always.” he nodded. “Why don’t we rest before leaving?!”
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The two of them really tried to rest, but the growing tension and adrenaline from their escape were too much. Long before planned, they were already on the road, heading towards Urvarak.
“It’s amazing how, despite the night, everyone lives normally. Look at how crowded the road is!” Y/N commented, surprised. “The Kingdom that never sleeps, really.”
“We have a stop in forty minutes. If you’re cold, I can stop to get the blanket from the trunk.” Ten, the gentleman he was, offered.
“I’m fine, findi. If anything, I can hug you and I’ll be warm soon.”
“If you don’t want to be attacked by my kisses, I advise you to stay away.”
“What if I want?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Seriously Y/N, I don’t know what to do with you!” he laughed. “We’ll definitely take the air route and get married as soon as possible.”
“It’s amazing how shy I still am with your flirty banters.” Y/N sighed, because in spite of being bold, that was not quite how she felt.
Sometimes she managed to keep on her carefree persona, but her feelings for Ten always made her embarrass herself. It summed up in a fool, enchanted by any movement or word spoken by him... Especially when they were addressed to her. Olum, how difficult it was to remain serious at public parties! Both of them needed to behave as if they didn’t like each other more than the “necessary”, as if they had priorities and not wished to spend every second together. Thanks to Bhumi, they were able to get away often and make some time to ease their longing.
“Ah, Rani Y/N,” he clicked his tongue. “why does this shyness never appear when it should?” His chestnut eyes flashed in a playful glow.
“Stop it, Ten!” She laughed, shyly. “but, I must confess, I don’t regret you being the first. In everything.”
“It would be a little too late to regret it, you know?” Ten pinned. “However, that does not diminish the pleasure of listening to your confession. I hope that, in addition to being your first, I’ll also be your last.”
“If we get to Akasha really fast...” She batted her well-trained lashes, like a she used to do when trying to manipulate her father into thinking she was sweet and innocent.
“It’s decided! At the next stop I’ll look for antelopes and tomorrow afternoon we’ll be married.” Ten shook his head like an indignant little boy.
“In my suitcase I have a Vayu scroll and I will make sure that it reaches Ipek as soon as possible.” Y/N winked at the groom.
“What a helpful wife I got!
“Olum, you can’t even imagine.” She grinned.
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The innkeeper explained to them how to get to the antelopes in two stops. They had thirty minutes until there, and the horses were losing their pace along the way. Fear not, Y/N thought, since she already had everything worked out in her head!
Probably, her father would be finding out about her disappearance at that moment, and then he would start searching the palace and the gardens. Then, when he didn’t find her, he would request searches around the city. Then, the Royal Guard would issue a search warrant to all kingdoms, and perhaps Chittaphon’s parents would warn Vayu of his disappearance as well. Then they would finally come to conclusion of what happened to the two heirs, and if they were as smart as Y/N hoped, they would march to Akasha.
Only that it would be too late.
Because she’d be married!
Perfect.
The antelope route was really the best option.
“Maybe I can bend some air so the horses can rest. I can make sure no one notices that they’re floating...”
“You schemed.” Ten laughed. “I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t do it.”
“Perhaps you’re so excited about the escape that you didn’t pay close attention.” She joked. Everyone knew how much Maharani Y/N loved to turn things into schemes. “Well, if my plan is right, we have about fifteen hours to get married and consummate it, avoiding, even if improbable, it to be nulled.” she laughed. “Therefore, we indeed have to take the air route.”
“Amazing, findi.” Ten winked.
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Akasha was a wonderful city. Y/N visited there only twice: when she was born, and when she reached her adult age, so she had to seize her title of heiress. She remembered the big trees, especially the cherry ones, the colourful houses, the bright and clean streets, the undeniably blue sky... There never seemed to exist bad weather in Akasha! When they stopped in front of the temple where they would celebrate their wedding, Y/N’s heart raced. It was a large and flowery place, like a cottage, with symbols of the four kingdoms and their specific plants. Two carriages (one with her guards and the other with his) were waiting for them in the parking lot. Impatient, Ten grabbed her hand and they both entered the temple, drowning in emotion and adrenaline.
“Ready?”
“Always.” she smiled.
Ipek, who had been instructed to organize everything, was talking to two monks and the celebrator. As soon as she saw Her Highness, she ran to help her get ready. They couldn’t waste a second of the day!
The typical ceremonial dress Ipek got was cream coloured, adorned with gold accents, and a dark green – almost black – velvet cape that made the costume extremely elegant. From the bar to the knee, the lines formed spirals and points that resembled the starry sky or some forest/landscape seen from above. Her hair was braided with gold threads and cherry blossoms, because they were the symbol of Akasha. At her hands, in addition to the jewels she was supposed to wear, temporary ink tattooed the main crests of the four kingdoms extended from the wrist to the elbow, to indicate the union of these nations. On her feet, more drawings, up to the height of her shin. She should be barefoot, connecting to the nature and the land, as a sign of balance.
“Raja Chittaphon is ready.” Ipek returned to the salon where Y/N was dressed. “Now we just need the ornaments on the face and you can go!”
“I’m anxious.” Y/N exhaled. “Let’s get on with it soon!”
“I promise it will be very quick.”
After Ipek used powder from shiny stones and glued three diamonds above her left eyebrow, Y/N was ready.
Ipek and two guards accompanied her to the decorated courtyard, where those responsible for marrying her had started the blessing in Ten, preventing him from seeing her. Y/N watched, with her racing heart, the black and gold velvet suit he wore, a single cherry blossom attached to the left side of his chest.
“We’re ready.” The monk guided her to the entrance of the hall.
After a short speech in Akasha’s dialect, one of the monks began to play a harp, while Y/N crossed the room towards Ten, not knowing how to react to the prince’s brilliant and hypnotic gaze.
When they faced each other, the monk handed them a small vase with coloured sand. According to the ritual, the sand symbolized “the union of two different points in the name of something greater” in this case, love, and each one should pour a little of it on a plate, so that the mixture of colours creates a new one: their colour. Y/N watched wordlessly as a lilac originated from the mixture.
“Now hold hands.” The man responsible for the ceremony instructed. “This is the thread of companionship. For Akasha, you are one, but this does not mean that you should forget who you were before the wedding. One hand is tied to the partner’s, while the other is free to remind you that there is room for both to grow together and individually.” He tied the ribbon on their fist. “Still united, we will recite the vows and walk towards the end of the celebration.”
Y/N and Ten repeated each word very calmly, although their hearts were desperate for the end. After washing their feet in the water of the main river, Kundalini, to purify their bodies in this new phase, the couple still had to plant a tree as well, symbolizing their growth. And, to the sound of “Under the laws of Akasha, I declare you husband and wife”, several fireworks were lit. Ipek started the party by playing a soft melody over two lovers, and the people present continued with the dance. The newest couple stared at each other, laughing.
“I think this is our cue to escape... Findi.” The nickname now sounded a thousand times wicked in Ten’s voice. “Let’s go?”
“I was counting the seconds.” Y/N nodded, intertwining their fingers, as they still had one hand joined.
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Ten undid the first tie of Y/N’s dress quite slowly. He had done it a few times, but at that moment, it was too special to ruin it in a hurry. They were finally married. He no longer needed to be quick with Y/N. Now they had all the time in the world to love each other as they deserved.
“Do you need help?” Y/N frowned.
“No, findi. I just want to... Take it slow.” The light entering the room made his eyes even brighter. “Because you deserve to be adored, from head to toe. Quietly. Every inch.” To demonstrate his words, he raised her fist and glued his mouth to it, running his tongue lightly over her soft skin.
“Ten...” She breathed weakly, it tickled.
“What?” He smiled. “‘Ah Ten’, ‘more Ten’, ‘please, Ten’?”
“Pretentious rake.” Y/N shook her head, feeling her heart explode with joy.
“Your pretentious rake. Your favourite rake. Yours, for eternity.”
She closed her eyes at those words. She was his, too, since the damn smile he gave her in the hall of Apas-Jal’s palace. Olum, how could one live with so much love inside them?! And how lucky had she been to feel that and be reciprocated?!
I’m staying up
I don’t wanna come down from your love
Ten pulled her close, melting his mouth on her neck, biting and sucking like he knew she liked. He wrapped his arms around her, throwing the damn tie to the floor. Y/N smelled extremely well, having washed and removed the tattoos she was supposed to use for the wedding ceremony. His fingers tangled in the fabric of her nightgown at the mere sound of her quiet moan, trying to go easy, to remain chill. He didn’t want to go fast. He had to stay calm.
“Let’s go to the bed, huh?” Y/N suggested, knees buckling from all those emotions.
“I tell you I want to take it easy and you urge me to go fast...” He shook his head, carefully guiding her to the huge mattress. “What should I do?”
“You can start by kissing me here.” She signalled from her collarbone to the valley between the breasts. Ten smiled. “Or, you can let me take off your clothes...”
It’s not that she didn’t want to be worshiped from head to toe, but if her calculations didn’t fail, someone from the Kingdom of Vayu would arrive in Akasha by the end of the afternoon... And if the wedding wasn’t consummated, they could be in trouble. She and Chittaphon never took more than thirty minutes with sex, because there were always too many people around and if they were five minutes late, someone would miss one of them. It was unfair that their first time since married had to be rushed too, but they would have a whole life together.
But, Y/N should be grateful. At least they were together.
“What are you thinking?”
“Schemes.” She joked.
“ Now, now, Rani Y/N, that was an unfortunate answer.” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Guess I’ll need to be a little cruel this time. I don’t want you thinking about anything other than my mouth and my fingers on your body.”
“Or your dick.” Y/N smirked, satisfied with the provocation.
She closed her eyes and felt Ten’s lips come down over her shoulder, paiting small bites. With her legs spread, he found space to rest between her thighs while devouring each centimetre of the princess. Her calculations were forgotten as soon as his fingertips went up the hem of her dress, sliding down the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. He reached her underwear and touched her clothed womanhood.
“I want you to do that again.” Y/N moaned.
“Do what?”
“You know what.” She gasped when he brushed her swollen spot.
“I don’t know,” He commented wickedly. “But I have an idea of what it is… And for that, I will finally need to take your clothes off.” He couldn’t believe that after months he’d be able to see her completely naked again.
Rather than feeling shy, Y/N was more than willing to throw the sleeping dress away. They never had much time to get rid of all their clothes, so she was also counting on Ten naked. It had been a long time since she had had such a privilege to see him like that. And the view was always a spectacle!
She sat up suddenly, leaving him a little unbalanced, but grinning. Y/N started pulling on her nightgown anyway, not caring if she would tear it up. Ten could bent fire, but what burned inside her was pure lust. He would have a hard time controlling his wife, especially if he continued to look at her as if she were a work of art. But as soon as the fabric passed over her head, Y/N didn’t have time to absorb the intensity of his eyes. Ten pulled her by the hand, kissing her urgently.
With the princess in his lap, he got rid of his shirt and tried to open his trousers’ button. To give him enough space, Y/N stepped back a little, noting a new detail in his left arm: there were two lines near the elbow, one thick and the other a little thinner. Unlike the wedding tattoos, those lines seemed permanent.
“What is it?” She asked curiously.
“In Agni, every married man should have this tattoo. It is like a ring that we never take out or lose.” Ten looked at his arm. “Women should have these lines on their ankles, but since you are not from Agni, I thought it best not to ask you to tattoo it.”
“I want to!” She cut him off. “I’ll do it, if you want me to.”
“Really?” Ten smiled. He was always touched by Y/N’s loving manner. She was his best companion, in any situation. Even when they could get in trouble, Y/N would not leave him alone. She preferred that they’d get scolded together than to leave him. “Then, as soon as we wake up, I’ll ask the monk to arrange everything.”
“I think I will have a charming ankle.” She stretched out one leg, moving close to where Ten wanted her most. “Oh, oops...” Y/N smirked, faking a shy laugh.
“Findi, findi.” He shook his head, matching her smirk.
“Let me make up for the distraction.” Y/N moved away as she lowered her hands to his pants, finishing unbuttoning them.
“Your wish is my command, findi.”
We’ll get lost together
Let me flow
Ten swallowed hard as soon as he felt her mouth kissing his abdomen. Y/N was not ashamed of trying to please him. She was always receptive and creative, making each time something very unique and very special. Unlike what was expected of an Air Princess – known for being more reserved and a little cold. Y/N had fire inside her. She burned like him… Burned with him. For him.
With her delicate fingers, Y/N removed Ten’s pants, and began her exploration on his belly, playing with the fine line of hair up to the underwear he was wearing. It was unusual for her to dedicate themselves so much to foreplay, but she was loving seeing Ten so mesmerized by her movements. Very gently, Y/N took him with one hand, going on with a lazy back and forth motion, just to make him double hard and more desperate. Her eyes found the glowing chestnut globes and she smirked, causing a burst of pleasure to break inside Ten, who moaned loudly.
That was enough for him. Blast trying to prolong the moment! He needed Y/N and he needed her now. Pulling her by the chin, they came face to face.
“I miss you,” The distance between their mouths became even smaller. “around me.”
The kiss began sweet, slow, but charged with lust. Both were already familiar with the delicious sensations that any scarce touch between them provided, but nothing compared to the anxiety build during foreplay. It was very, very good. Their bodies were tickling and hot, their hearts beating fast and their minds remembering all those times when they were together.
How glorious it was when they met.
It was a different, more intense sensation. Y/N didn’t understand why she wanted to cry and laugh out loud, like a crazy girl. The tossed their underwear out, surrendering to the bubbling desire. Ten put her hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly, making the frenzy an act of zeal. He leaned down to kiss her again, and from there, it was automatic. Y/N’s hip followed its own will and moved, showing exactly what it was looking for. The kiss became wet and some moans escaped not so quietly. Ten’s husky voice was the turning point for the princess.
“Come here.” He asked in a whisper.
Ten turned her on the bed and stood over her, waist between her legs. He entered without warning, fast and strong. A louder than expected groan left her throat, earning a chuckle mixed with a grunt from the prince. Y/N brought her hands to his back, dividing her attention between his shoulder blades and his dark, silky hair. With a love bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder, Ten started to move. Slow and intense, but picking up as the seconds passed by. Y/N already knew what to do to please him, so she devoted herself to his neck, trying to occupy her mouth with something other than “Oh, Ten” or scandalous moans. He grabbed one of her thighs and wrapped it around her waist, managing to reach deeper. Then, he was thrusting hard and fast. Y/N rolled her eyes and arched her back, forgetting about the whole world.
This was perfect.
Her stomach churned with several knots of pleasure, the peak of her orgasm reaching its maximum when Ten grabbed her face and kissed her urgently. Y/N felt the spasms in every cell, not knowing if she was able to enjoy her climax and kiss Ten at the same time. The prince continued to dive deeper until he too reached his release, making her want to get there again. Y/N slipped a hand to her swollen spot and began to rub it, tightening her muscles even more and listening to Ten’s sexy growls. And it worked.
Don’t ever let me come down from your love
From your love, from your love
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Ten examined his wife’s ankle, amused by the way she didn’t try to pretend that the tattoo was a “big deal”.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t want to tell me that this was common in Agni.” She lowered her dress’ skirt. “It looks rather cute on my ankle, doesn’t it?”
“You look rather cute, indeed.”
“Not me, the tattoo you didn’t want to tell me about!” She grinned.
“Are we going to talk about this again?” He hugged her, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, anyway, for accepting. I love you.”
“My pleasure.” Y/N waved her hand. “Love you more.”
Ten offered her a glass of water and a cookie, because she hadn’t eaten breakfast in her desperation to get the tattoo. The monk finished cleaning the room and excused himself, but as soon as he left, Ipek hurried in.
“Rani Y/N! Rani Y/N!”
“What is it, Ipek?” Y/N disengaged herself from Ten’s embrace and stood up.
“Samraat Bhima is here... And he didn’t come alone.” Ipek pointed to the window.
When she pulled the curtain, Y/N could see Vayu’s flags extending across a large part of the street, accompanied by some of Agni’s. She turned to Ten in a mixture of concern and joy. It was time to announce to the kingdoms what they had done. And to hope that love would be enough.
“Olum, findi, it looks like we have some nations to win back.” She grinned.
And hand in hand, they went out to face the nations of Air and Fire.
pairing: co-worker!ten x fem reader ft. co-worker!johnny
genre: work!au, suggestive, little smutty
wc: 2.1k
synopsis: Y/N tried to escape the flirtatious attempts of one of her colleagues, but thankfully someone else stepped in to help...
warnings: mentioned sexual harassment, hickeys, they’re basically just making out at work
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You find yourself in the break room by the water dispenser, and waiting for what feels like ages for your jug to fill up all the way. Internally praying that a certain someone would leave you alone, and that he would not appear out of thin air right now, just to hit on you. But of course, your prayers were not answered:
„Hey there, Y/N, how are you doing?“ the tall man in question walked up to you and stood just a few inches away from your small form. Internally cursing at him, but not letting your discomfort about his presence show.
„Hi, Johnny... I‘m good, thanks for asking“ you tried to dismiss his attempt on starting a conversation with you. It could be nice having someone like Johnny swoon over you, yes. He was indeed a very handsome man, but everyone knew that he isn’t a keeper, and quite frankly you were just not into one night stands or anything casual. Admitting to yourself that you were a hopeless romantic, but at the same time you were okay with being single for now. This way you could have all your attention on work, no distractions. And if you didn’t knew better from your other coworkers, who have worked here longer than you, you would think he just really attentive in trying to seduce you. But not only have you witnessed him behaving worse in order to get what he wants, the stories that are being told about him around the office are ten times worse. So you wanted to avoid him at all costs, telling him you are in a relationship, or currently seeing someone, but he doesn’t believe you - lack of evidence. Today however, you came prepared.
As your jug was full enough, you tried to walk around him in order to get back to your office, but you were unsuccsessful in your attempt. He took another step to cut of your way back. “Why are you always in such a rush? It’s break time soon, isn't it?”. You sighed to yourself, but quiet enough for him not to register.
“I would really love to Johnny but, I have an important file open on my PC that i need to finish and submit tonight...” you dragged your hand up to your shoulder, pushing the soft material of your loose blouse to the side, revealing a hickey you placed there by yourself. Yes, you went as far as giving yourself hickeys to get rid of him. It sounds stupid, yes, but he has been trying shooting his shot for weeks now and he didn't accept any of your excuses, assuming you were playing hard to get. And you tried every trick in the book, except for one: being said love bite on your pale skin that was on show now for him to see.
His eyes wandered to the red and purple spot and widened in shock. You send him a quick apologetic smile as you walk around him, dashing towards your cubicle in a hurry.
You placed the jug on the edge of your desk and turned your attention back to the piece of work that was right in front of you. Only sounds coming from you were the keys of your keyboard being pressed rythmically and and eventual clicks of your mouse. Even if this wasn't your favorite type of work, it was a way of proofing that you are indeed a talented writer and deserved the promotion your boss was dangling in front of everyone in your division for the past couple of weeks. And you were eager to get it. Minutes pass by and you loose track of time as you only focus lies on the task at hand.
“Now, you know that no one’s gonna believe that?”
You turn your head around and find one of your colleagues at the entrance of your little cubicle. But as you see his face, you turn right back around and continue typing. “Believe what, Ten? You see that I’m busy, right?”
He just chuckles and moves towards your chair, starting to explain his intrusion. “Of course i know that, Y/N, we all work our asses off for that promotion. But I’m speaking of your amateurish attempts on getting Johnny off your back. And I have to admit, the idea wasn't bad, but poorly executed. You played yourself.”
The only thing you could manage for now was a half hearted scoff. Ten was a decent guy, but borderline annoying some times, now being an excellent example. He was friends with Johnny, so you didn't understand what he was hinting at.
“Last time I checked my relationships were non of your business.” you remonstrated. But Ten wasn't buying it as easily as Johnny did minutes ago.
“Listen, I’m not trying to defend him, I admit that I think most of the women in here give him a bad wrap for things he might have said or done while being drunk, but that’s not the reason why I’m here right now, Y/N. You see, first of all, who would give you a hickey on your shoulder of all places? Chest, okay, i get it, neck, i get it. But shoulder? He will become suspicious of it soon enough.”
Your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment as Ten dismantled your disguise right on the spot. It was humiliating being called out like this. You couldn't even keep you lie up for longer than a day, but Ten was right, you both knew it. You pushed the keyboard back in frustration, turning yourself to the side to look at the slim figure.
“What else am I supposed to do? He won't take no for an answer and I fucking enjoy my single life. And I can't be mean enough to tell him to fuck off now, can I? I don’t know, Ten, tell me!” you exclaim, both anger and frustration tangible in your tone, and he whips his head in all directions to make sure no one heard your mini-outburst.
The older one crotches down, so that he won't be visible for people walking around in the office. You try to calm down and get your focus back to work, which seemed almost impossible after Ten took apart your plan into small bits and pieces, trying to hide your state behind your hands and covering your face up with them.
“Listen, I know you damn well by now, so don’t fight me on this. But, I may or may not have a solution for you, that could get Johnny off your heels for good. But feel free to tell me to fuck off anytime, darling. It’s just an offer.” He asserted while patting your hair lightly. Slowly but surely taking your fingers off your eyelids to look him into his eyes. There was no sign of pranking you or any sarcastic comment being in sight, but you still sneered at him in response.
“Don’t pull any shit on me, I’m warning you. What’s the solution?”
ignoring your moody comment, he continues his explanation unbothered.
“If you would really have a boyfriend, Johnny would leave you alone, but you play hard to get without realizing it... You see, your own mouth can only reach so far...” his fingers trailing up to your selfmade hickey, traveling further up to your throat and neck, “while someone else's mouth can reach much further”.
Without a second thought, you slap his hand away. “Thanks, but no thanks. Can you now kindly piss off?” Ten visibly took offense to your reaction, pulling himself back into a standing position.
“Suit yourself. But don’t come back to me when you realize your plan was doomed to fail.” and he disappeared out of your workspace. To say his offer didn’t leave you hot and bothered would be a lie, but you pushed all that aside, before taking another gulp of water and once again, shifting your concentration on the file.
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Another week goes by, and unfortunately, Johnny didn't leave you alone, still hitting on you every time you crossed paths. The hickey on your shoulder left a sour taste in his mouth, and it really didn't imply that you were in a relationship at all. His comments teasing you about the guy that gave you the hickey, making it harder and harder each day to get out of his presence, to the point were you didn’t leave your cubicle on your own anymore. It was all starting to eat on your conscience and take your confidence away. With every passing day, you were conflicted over and over again, debating if you should pick up on Ten’s offer. Yet, you find your eyes glued onto his work space, were he busied himself with a shit load of work. What’s the harm in asking him to do what he has come up by himself? you keep thinking to yourself, but then still unsure if it was the right thing to do.
Sighing to yourself, but your legs are already taking you to his desk, only a few cubicles away from your own. You turn again, just realizing that it was past 18:00 o'clock and most of your co-workers already left, leaving only a handful of people that are all eager to finish their work as soon as possible.
As you bring your hand to knock on his glass shield, immediate regret makes itself present in your system, but it’s already too late now. He turns around in his office chair and a smile appeared on his lips the moment he saw you. Genuinely glad about seeing you right now.
“Hey! What’s up? You’re still here?” he asks as he leans back and lets his eyes trail over your form, oversized black blouse that is messily tucked into your blue high waisted jeans. A forced smile stretching over your thin lips before you replied.
“Yeah, uhm, kinda... Am I interrupting you or something?” stammering and tumbling over your own words, awkwardly crossing your arms. He eyes you skeptically, clearly noticing your nervousness.
“No, not at all, why? Did something happen, dear?” his tone calm and comforting, even if you didn't expect this reaction from him. You bit your tongue before you continued.
“No! Well, uhm, yeah... kinda? The Johnny thing- you know, uhm... I was just wondering if-” you stammered and tried your hardest to avoid eye contact, feeling uneasy about the whole thing still. You felt stupid, really, even after he reacted so harshly after he suggested this whole thing for the first time.
He coos as he gets what you’re hinting at, “Aww, so you did realize your plan wasn’t working out, huh? I figured, but I didn’t realize you would actually take up on my offer after all, even if you were rude last time.”
Your ears turn red the longer you stood in front of him. “I’m sorry about that, I didn't mean it...” Truly expecting him to tease you further, but that wasn't the case. Instead he stretched his arms out towards you, motioning for you to come and take a seat on his lap, and you carefully did just that. Making him look at the side of your face from the angle you sat down. Ten took hold of your hands, and rubbed little cirlces into your palms.
“Are you sure you want me to do this? Just tell me to stop and I will.” He asked for consent, but you nodded eagerly in reply. “I trust you with this. It’s okay.”
He nodded as his eyes were fixed on your exposed neck, fingers slowly touching the skin before he leaned in. Hands wandering to the crook of your neck and your hip respectively. As he started to place wet kisses all over your chest and neck area, sucking on the skin quite harshly, your fingers gripped his hair at the sensation, and you readjusted your sitting position, for Ten to have better access. You quickly lost yourself at the sensation of his lips and tongue working on creating dark marks all over yourself.
To your surprise, after only giving you a few more sucks and bites, he pulled back to admire his work of art. Secretly hoping that he would continue for a little longer, but you snapped back into reality quite quickly. Hands detaching from each other.
“You okay? Look at them.” he held out his phone, which had the front camera opened. After a few seconds you started to giggle and hand him his device back.
“They look okay, thank you.” you stood up and told yourself that this would never happen again as you went back to get your stuff from your desk.
But in the end, you found yourself in Ten’s lap more often then you expected.
The airport was quiet and cold. It was pretty much empty, a few people here and there. Coffee filled hands, sloppy sandwiches and tired faces were all that I saw. It was early to be fair, 4:02 to be exact.
It was still dark outside, no light to be seen except for the dim car lights and the lights provided from the airport lamps.
My eyes wondered the area, confused that I couldn’t find my boyfriend even though it was nearly empty. I looked down at my phone debating whether or not I should call him. I texted him first and began to walk around.
After wondering around for a while and getting no response I decided to call him. Before I could press the call button someone snatched my phone out of my hand. My eyes widened and anger began to build up in me as I turned to the person.
They had a mask covering the bottom half of their face, but I could tell from their eyes. It was Ten.
“Mind if I put my number in your phone?” He asked. “You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”
I rolled my eyes and snatched the phone from him.
“I do actually, and I was just about to call him.” I put my phone in my back pocket. “And that him is actually you, sir.” He smiled behind the mask, his eyes nearly disappearing.
Ten suddenly grabbed me and pulled me close to him, hugging me tightly. He let out a sigh.
“I missed you so much.” He whispered on my neck before kissing it gently.
“I missed you too.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Happy birthday.” I added, pulling away to see his face again.
I pulled his mask down to kiss his lips. They were sweet and cold.
“Thank you.” He smiled against my lips. “And thank you for coming, you didn’t have to.”
“Shh.” I silenced him. “None of that here.” He held in a giggle and nodded his head.
“Come, there’s a small bakery place I found while looking around for you.” I took his hand and began walking.
“Sorry you had to wait,” I shook my head, it was no trouble, I wasn’t even waiting long. “I wanted to find you and then we run towards each other like they do in the movies, but I ended up going for surprising you.”
“That is so cheesy.” I tried not to laugh too loud at his confession. He let go of my hand and instead put an arm around my waist.
“It’s cute.” He argued.
I didn’t say anything against that as we had made it to the bakery... and maybe he was partly right.
“Wait at a table, I’ll get the food.”
He pouted but complied without complaining. As he sat down I walked to the counter and ordered two small cupcakes and a milkshake we could share. I walked towards the table and Ten’s eyebrow raised at the sweets.
“Sweets this early in the morning?” He asked.
I sat down, “It’s a special occasion, a very very special occasion.”
His face started to turn pink.
“It’s not that special.”
“It’s extremely special so we’ll be celebrating today, tomorrow, and the day after.”
Ten laughed at that but shrugged, “Whatever you say, boss.”
He reached for one of the cupcakes but I stopped him.
“I have to sing happy birthday first.”
He deadpanned.
“Seriously?”
“Yes seriously!” I acted offended. “I promise I won’t sing loud.”
“Go on then.” He waved his hand dramatically.
With that I began singing softly, and quickly as I wanted to eat the cupcake just a badly.
“Okay,” I smiled, “now you can eat it.”
He smiled and shook his head as he took the cupcake.
We ate and sipped the milkshake in comfortable silence, just enjoying the company of one another.
As I was taking another drink from the shake, Ten took a bit of frosting from his cupcake and poked my nose.
“Thank you.” He said quietly.
“Of course.” I said even quieter. I was feeling small under his intense gaze, it held so many overpowering emotions.
He leaned in to kiss me. It was gentle but strong at the same time. He deepened the kiss, making me go back slightly.
We didn’t have to say any words. From that small action I could feel him telling him he loved me. I replied by kissing him back just as passionately.
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Quick an: I’m sorry I didn’t post for junwoo’s bday or jhope’s 🥺😣 I have a lot going on. I’ll make up for it. But I had to for ten as he is the love of my life lol. Happy ten day!! 😘🎉🎂🥳
When your boyfriend decides to try on his Halloween costume again, he never expects you to come in from that door and mutters a curse before seeing your eyes changed. He saw the fire in your eyes and Ten knows, tonight will be a long ass ride for him, or maybe you ?
Warning : basically a pw(ith(out))plot. Naughty!Tenalice, you taking control, him teasing you too, steamy photographic session, more teasing and flirting... and a lot of sweet naughty talks. A plot twist too! Smut do not proceed if you're not old enough.... this is my messy brain doing its job to disturb me
Here's a naughty!Tenalice because my wild imagination cannot stop thinking about Tenalice. (Istg i am in my final weeks and this plot is stuck in my head)
You never expect this day to come, a day where you are super tired from work. Your boss has been shitty about your work, she has you redone all the proposals for a photoshoot, and you can't hold yourself back when you saw the notification from YouTube about your boyfriend's group costume party. To be precise princess costume party. You caught a glimpse of Ten dressing up as Alice and fuck he's hot. For the sake of your wellbeing, you do not watch the video in the office and choose to watch it later at home. But things are way better. You got home at night super drained and annoyed that all you want to do is jump into the hot shower and sleep. You can already feel the fluffy feeling of the big bed when you take the elevator to your house.
Once the door opens, you're greeted with a pair of shoes. You smile when you know Ten is already homed. Slowly you step into the kitchen to wash your hands, but he is not there. You check the living room and still there's no sign of him. You hear a soft giggle from your room and your ears perk. Without noise, you turn the knob to your room and what a beautiful scene lays before your eyes.
“Fuck-“
Ten gasps and turns his body around from facing the big body mirror you installed in your room to see you. His hands cover his face when he caught your jaw hanging upon seeing him fully dressed in his Alice costume. The tiredness in your body disappeared (as if it's never there) when you see just how perfect Ten looks like in that tiny costume. His long legs are covered in a thigh high black and white striped stocking, the typical blue and white dress hugs his waist perfectly and his golden wig completes his pretty character. You gulp feeling heat rushing over your body and a smirk come to your face when Ten acts all shy being busted.
"Oh sorry didn't know you're here," you pretended to look around. Ten pulls his hands away from his face and cross his hands over his chest.
"No problem, I didn't hear you coming in." He shyly stares into the ground.
You step into the room and close the door, taking your body to stand in front of him. "You look pretty! Super pretty," you bite your lips as you force his body to spin so you can eye him from all angle. Ten blushes for he secretly likes it, but pretends he is annoyed. "Aish what are you saying," he pouts, and you shoot him a look "look at you," you force him to face the mirror. "Just look... can Alice look this pretty and tempting?" You whisper next to his ears.
Ten shudders at your words. "I was just trying it back because the fans are wilding over the video... and i just want to see if I really look like the video." He tries to make an alibi. Your eyes scan the room and you caught your lights for taking pictures on, you also see a tiny bit of mess there he has on your make up table and you try your best to hide your laugh.
"I think you're doing more than that honey, you're planning to... take a photo I guess?" You walk to your cabinet and take out your camera. It's been a while, you enjoy photography (duhh it's your job) and Ten has been a great model for your clothing blog, but maybe just this one time you can try to take cute pictures of him in this tempting little Alice dress.
Ten was about to peel off the costume if not for your scream of "Wait!" He pauses and shoots you a questioning look. "Since you're in that already, why don't you be good for me and be my muse for tonight?" You already set up your camera and lights. He stutters, wow Ten lee stutters before you is something rare, "If that's what you want, then I guess I cannot object." You kiss him quick appreciating how cooperative he is.
"May I?" You ask before polishing his face with some powder and a blush. He nods and just closes his eyes, allowing you to paint faint colors on his glass skin. And with the last stroke of lip gloss, and him smacking his lips... you really need to hold yourself back before wrecking him.
"How do you want me to pose?" He asks but rather in a shy way like this is his first photo session with you. You smirk, "Oh Ten you do know how to tease me don't you?" He just ignores you and once you bring up your camera to your eye, he's no longer Ten. He's the shy but playful yet daring Tenalice.
You really have to hold yourself back when he poses professionally on his knees and his acting is not kidding. "Oh gosh Ten you look so..." you bite your lips unable to continue speaking when he changes his pose again and even to a more daring position. He smirks over his golden hair and bites his lips when your camera happens to focus on his upper body only and damn you will print these pictures and make an album out of it.
This photo session starts with an innocent pose and as your clicks go on, Ten becomes more bolder. He's almost making you scream stop because you can feel the pool in your panties. You lost your cool when he suggests you to be bolder in taking the pics.
"Honey what about we make this a catalogue for your side blog," he suddenly sounds naughty and challenging.
"What side blog?"
"Oh you know the one for adults," he shrugs his shoulder.
You shake your head "I don't have any side blogs. What do you mean?" He stands up from the floor, walks to the bed and with one spin that causes a sliver of his thigh comes into light, he plops himself down on the fluffy mattress. He sits down on the bed, on his knees and suddenly opens them just enough for you to see his lace underwear covering his hardness.
Your grip tightens on your camera and you shake your head "Am I hearing things?" He takes your arm and pulls you to sit on the edge of the bed, carefully he runs a hand over your back, "No you hear me right. You can just not include my face in my pics right? A back picture or just from the torso downward?"
You close your eyes and cup his face "Are you trying to tell me you're into semi-exhibitionism now?" He shyly runs his finger on your arm, "Whatever you call it, I just don't want my effort in wearing this costume ends in vain." You put your camera on the side and think for a while, well you can always take the pictures and never post them, right? You don't really like sharing the view of your boyfriend to random horny internet users, moreover what will his career be if the world finds out he has a catalogue of that naughty Alice pictures posted by his girlfriend?!
"Honey" his voice lures you in, "we don't have to post them... take a picture for me?" He asks in that sweet pleading voice you can never say no to. With that, your smirk reappears on your face and your hand runs along his stocking up to his thigh and with one whack on his ass you peck him "You asked for it, don't be shy when I ask you to do more, I am taking control of you tonight." Ten hides a smirk, deep inside his heart he knows you won’t ever win a game in taking control and he’ll proof it again tonight.
He almost squeal like a happy teenage girl, but his excitement doesn't allow him. You tie your hair up and change first into a comfortable shorts and tees, your working outfit was drenched in sweat too gosh you cannot handle the heat he radiates. "Have you ever worked with a project like this?" Ten asks after you get your cameras ready again. You shake your head, "I did an underwear photoshoot once for Lay and gosh I cannot take any job like that again..." you blush when you remember how it affects your concentration for weeks since you also have to do the editing.
Ten bounces on his knees "Ehem your boyfriend is here can we just finish this faster," he whines and you nod "Okay okay.. impatient, aren't we? Now pose and act like I’m not here."
With each naughty pose he strikes you can see him also struggling to keep his face straight and you're starting to squirm too. "Um Ten," you take out your camera from your neck and turn it off then keep it away on the table. You can no longer take his game, no he's toying on you and shouldn't you be the one toying him?!
"Oh you're done?" He suddenly turns his head to look at you from his shoulder. Well for the last one he was showing his back and posing for you, that's when you decided you cannot do more. You dip into the mattress and straddle Tenalice under you. He brushes his bangs away from his eyes and holds your waist in place. Gently your finger traces his arms down to his stone abs and to his thigh, carefully you pull up his skirt aside and without breaking eye contact, your fingers found the texture of the lace panties and Ten gasps a low moan.
You snigger, “Oops,” and slip your palm to grab his member. He whimpers when you tease him.
“Oh don’t tease me,” he exhales when you’re just touching his tip.
You shrug your shoulder, did not minister him at all just loosely grab them, feel yourself on his thigh and Tenalice brings himself to kiss you. He grasps your hand and takes it away from his aching member, “Baby if you’re only going to tease me, you better stop. You wake up the beast.”
In a second, Ten flips you on your back and latches his lips into yours. This time, he’s the one who takes control, “You’ve teased me now It’s my time to teach you a lesson honey.” His voice is still his honey Tenalice voice, but you know better not to talk back at him, not when the fire in his eyes is the same glint you got on the other hard nights.
“For your information Tenalice, you are the one teasing me. Don’t you have a great time posing for me for the cam and oh you’re going wild when you saw me squirm,” you talked back, though you know you shouldn’t.
Ten laughs, “That is the whole point honey, to make you think you’re teasing me but actually I am the one playing you. Look at you,” his palm ghost over your cheek, down to your chest over the valley to the aching wet pleasure bundle in you. You stifle your moan and bite your lips, your eyes close automatically when he gently flicks over the swollen bud. Ten giggles and kisses your neck, he bites and sucks on you. “You’re so pliant for me, so wet, so ready.”
You shake your head; this isn’t supposed to happen. You were thinking of taking control but look at you already devastated by seeing him in his Alice character and you’re once again under him. You toss your mind aside, winning can come next time, now the only thing you need is pleasure.
“You’re losing little bunny,” he smirks when he slips one of his long fingers into you and you’re already stuffing your hand over your lips. “Look at my white rabbit losing to Alice, just let go honey. I want to hear your voice.” He adds one more and thrusts into you quickly.
You pull his head for a deep kiss and with that, Ten knows he successfully tease you, makes you lose your mind and he knows you will find a way to win over him, but that is the whole point of doing this. He planned to tease you and make you lose.
“Ten,” you plead when he takes out his fingers when you’re super close to your ecstasy. Your pretty boyfriend gently rubs your back, “Why?” he pulls you up into his lap and you’re already whimpering when his hardness touches you. He wants you to say the word, to admit you lose but you’re finding it hard to say the word, not when he’s teasing you and staring you with his innocent eyes.
“Say it honey, I cannot read minds. Alice needs you to use your words.” He brushes your hair away from your face and your eyes are already teary. Your gaze was hazy and your head cannot think of anything else.
You take a deep breathe and gaps when Ten’s cold hand reaches your nape, you close your eyes and finally admit it.
“I lost, please just finish what you started,” you open your eyes to meet his dark eyes and a very small smirk comes from his mouth, “As you wish honey, just enjoy your ride. Tenalice is here to satisfy your fantasy.”
You blush, did he actually find out you like seeing him cross dressing, you swear if this is what you get and how he looks every time he wears a costume, you’ll buy him more dresses and number one list will be a maid dress. No question.
“Tell me do you love Ten or Tenalice more?” he asks once the two of you have finished a long ride. In the dark room, filled with sweat and reeks of love shots, you cuddle into your boyfriend’s chest. His costume is already gone on the floor along with yours and his wigs. He kept it on for a while, but ends up getting out of it in the end.
You hum for a while and while tracing random circles over his body you whisper, “I might need to see the other personalities too, but Tenalice is on my favorite list after Ten Lee,”
He chuckles ang hugs you closer, “Did I make too much bites?”
You shake your head, “I don’t mind, isn’t that a good thing people knows I belong to you? I’m quite surprised Alice likes to bite. Is she a vampire now?”
Ten laughs and just pulls you into another deeper kiss, “I love you, thank you for making this possible.”
You smile, “So, do we print out your pictures and sell them online?”
He smacks your ass and you whine “Were you trying to make use of the property that only you can see?”
You hit him back, “You were the one asking for it first.”
He ruffles your hair, “It was the air.”
You snicker, “Don’t be surprised if one day they are on the web.”
“I won’t be surprised. Besides I have a lot of your pics too, might even expose you honey. Eye for an eye” he winks and pulls the sheet to cover your two entangled bare bodies.
“I’m sleepy but I want to shower,” you yawn. Ten kisses you nose, “Sleep first, I’ll wake you up for shower later.”
“Love you Ten and Tenalice,” you mumble.
Good night, I am sorry if this sucks, but I cannot keep this in my head. I have to write it down and might as well share it ;)
Thank you for reaching this part, please tell me if you like this or if I am just being weird for having this in my head.
credits to the owner of the collage and the text those are not mine
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