summary: yangyang is a pervert, always looking for any chance to satisfy his dirtiest desires โ but he didnโt expectย youย were on your way to catch him...
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), language, masturbation, fingering, oral sex, use of camera/recording during sexual act, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, consent implied but not extensively discussed, semi-public implications (camera), soft dom!yangyang, submissive reader moments, mention of fluids, NSFW themes โย minors do not interact.
wc: 4,23K
notes: i had this fic in my drafts for a while, but i hadn't finished it. however, i spent the weekend with my boyfriend and didnโt have a chance to continue it, but iโm back now, and here it is๐๐ซถ๐ป๐ฅ๐ฉท
yangyang had stayed home that weekend while his friends were outโpartying, on dates, or god knows where. he preferred the solitude, the silence of his dark room, the soft hum of his computer screen lighting up his face.
he felt hot. needy. it had been a while since he was this aloneโand just the thought of it turned him on even more.
his fingers slowly traced the growing bulge between his thighs while his right hand worked the mouse with precision, scrolling through adult sites, searching forย theย video that would finally ease the burning tension in his gut.
he freed his erection with a simple pullโpants pushed down to his hips, shirt hiked up just enough.
he started slow, stroking his length up and down. small, breathy moans escaped his lips. he didnโt even bother muting the video; heย wantedย to hear the actressโ high-pitched whimpers fill the room. leaning back into his chair, he picked up the pace. all he could focus on was the girlโs bouncing breasts and the filthy wet sound of skin slapping against skin as she was pounded from behind.
it feltย tooย good.
he did this almost every night, but tonight... tonight felt different. something about the loneliness, the silenceโit made everything more intense.
the video ended, but yangyang wasnโt done. not even close. he clicked through the suggested videos, impatient, and chose another.
his head tipped back as he groaned, completely lost in the heat, the lust curling tight in his stomach, the climax building slowlyโdeliciously.
he wasย soย close.
until a notification blinked on his screen.
it was a message from you.
โdo you have the photos yet?โ
ah. the photos.
yangyang had helped you with a photoshoot for your instagram feed a few days ago. nothing seriousโjust a few soft shots, sweet poses, and since he had a professional camera, it made sense to ask him. all he had to do was connect the camera, transfer the files, do a light edit, and send them over.
like the multitasker he was, he left the video playing, stood up, still hard and hanging, and rummaged through the desk drawer for the camera. with quick hands, he plugged it in. one hand editing your photos, the other wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping with more urgency now. wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him, curses and moans slipping past his lips.
the filthy background noise filled the roomโmoans, wet smacks, filthy talk.
but his eyes?
his eyes were onย you.
on the screen, your soft smile, the way you posed so innocently.
thenโanother message popped up.
โiโm like three minutes away from your house, lol. gonna stop by to see the pics.โ
but yangyang didnโt read it.
lust had swallowed his mind whole. he kept editing. kept jerking. faster. harder. he was almost there, his release right on the edge of his tongue. breath shaky. fingers quick.
until the door burst open.
โhey, yangโ!โ
white lines shot across his stomach.
his body jerked, muscles tense, panting hard. he turned his head.
and there you were.
frozen.
a hand still on the doorknob, face lit up by the room light, smiling... for half a second.
then the smile vanished.
your eyes dropped. to his cock, still wrapped in his hand. then upโto the screen.
your photo.
from the shoot he took just days ago.
a sharp โSORRY!!โ and the slam of the door brought him crashing back to reality.
he sat there, chest rising and falling, his face burning red. a deep crimson shadow spread across his cheeks.
butโfuck. instead of going soft, his cock throbbed even harder. shame only made it worse. the embarrassmentย turned him on.
he cursed under his breath, yanked his boxers and pants up, slammed a key to mute the sounds, grabbed a tissue, and wiped off the mess on his abdomen.
โy-y/n! w-wait!โ he called, fumbling with his clothes, rushing out after you.
there you wereโback turned, stiff, humiliated.
andย fuck, seeing you like that? it only made him harder.
being caught jerking off?
embarrassing.
but being caught byย you?
something else entirely.
you turned, face flushed red. he didnโt know what to say. how the hell was he supposed to explain he was editing your photos while jerking offโbutย notย because of them?
โl-listen, what just happenedโit's a misunderstanding. i mean, yeah, i was editing your photos. but i swear i wasnโt doing itย becauseโโ
โoh, really? youโre such a pervert! you were jerking off to my pictures!โ
โn-no!! itโs not like thatโโ he stammered, the bulge in his pants making it hard to even think clearly. โi was doing... other stuff,โ he emphasized awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
and of courseโyou had heard theย filthyย sounds echoing from his room.
โso you werenโt touching yourself because of me?โ your voiceโsoft, tinged with disappointmentโcut deeper than a slap.
โn-no... no, i wasnโtโฆโ
โwhy not?โ you said, voice quiet, hurt, maybe evenย angry.
his eyes widened. what the hell were you saying?
he stared, hoping he hadnโt just imagined it.
but noโyou reallyย hadย said it.
โc-can iโฆ would it be wrong if i asked to see it?โ your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. your face turned, avoiding his eyes, your own burning with embarrassment.
โw-whatโฆ?โ
you crossed your arms with a pout, refusing to say it again. yangyangโs eyes slowly traveled down your body. you were wearing a black off-shoulder long sleeve top that subtly hinted at your cleavage, a short gray denim skirt, and soft white ankle socks. on your feet, kunโs indoor slippers looked comically out of place with the rest of your outfitโbut somehow, they added to the charm.
"can you... show me how you do it?"
your voice was soft, hesitant.
a curved, wicked smile spread across yangyangโs lips.
"oh noโฆ youโre really perverted. you want to watch your friend touch himself, huh?"
"you did it first!" you snapped back, cheeks burning. "touching yourself toย myย pictures like it was nothingโ"
yangyang chuckled and sat back down on his swivel chair, while you stayed frozen in the middle of the bed, sitting on your knees. he turned the chair to face you, spreading his legs a bit before slowly pulling his pants back down. he lifted his shirt and held the hem with his teeth to keep it from falling.
that move alone made your breath hitch. the way his toned stomach glistenedโmaybe from earlierโwas almost too much to take in.
"i need to get in the mood firstโฆ you donโt mind, do you?" he asked with a teasing tone.
you blinked, not understanding what he meant at firstโuntil he turned slightly and played a video on full screen. a blonde girl in seductive lingerie moved sensually on a bed, soon joined by a man whose hands roamed all over her.
"yeah... thatโs better," he whispered, but his eyes never left you. even with the explicit video playing, it was clear the thing turning him on most was sitting right in front of him.
he freed himself again, his length thick and veiny, flushed a deep red. you swallowed hard, eyes glued to him.
"y/n, you reallyย areย a pervert..." he murmured in a deeper tone as his hand began to move slowly, deliberately. the moans from the video filled the room, mixing with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
"i-iโm not..." you whispered, thighs pressing together to ease the growing ache between your legs.
"do you like what you see? because iย definitelyย like what iโm seeing," he said, his voice low and almost dangerous. something warm and wet was starting to pool beneath your panties, your body reacting before your mind could catch up.
your skin broke out in goosebumps when you heard the soft grunts escaping his mouth. his head tilted back slightly, one hand holding up his shirt, the other working between his thighs, faster now.
your bra rubbed against your sensitive nipples, making everything worse. your body felt flushed, hot under your skin, and you couldnโt tell if it was from the room temperature or the way yangyang was looking at youโlike he was losing himself in you.
"let me see you, y/nโฆ" he murmured, voice full of need. "touch yourself for me too."
his words felt like a command you couldnโt disobey.
you pulled up your skirt, rolling it up to your waist, you discovered your panties, pastel pink ones, small, with lace and cute little bows.
"fuck..." he groaned the moment he saw you. his hand moved faster, his breathing heavier. "touch yourself. i want to watch you too."
he could see the darker spot forming in the center of your underwearโa clear sign of how turned on you were. your fingers moved gently over the fabric, and you gasped softly at the contact. even the lightest stroke was enough to make you feel weak.
your fingers caressed your sensitive area over the fabric. you gasped at the electric sensation โ just the simple touch was enough to make your legs tremble and desire surge through your body.
you kept stroking yourself through the cloth, this time with more intention. spreading your legs a little, you caught a glimpse of yourself in that position โ and just the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to yangyangโs length.
โtake off your panties, sweetheart.โ
you slid your panties aside just enough to reveal your swollen, glistening folds. โgod...โ yangyang whispered, completely mesmerized. this moment was more intense than any of his fantasies โ and his fantasies were wild, as expected from someone so deliciously perverted.
with two fingers, you traced your core from top to bottom, drawing out soft moans of pleasure. when the fabric started to get in the way, you slipped the panties off in one swift motion โ a motion yangyang watched breathlessly, swallowing hard as his eyes drank in every second.
now your legs were open, completely exposed before him. your fingers moved frenetically over your clit, already swollen and throbbing, pulsing under every stroke โ desperate for your touch, aching for his. you slid lower, teasing your entrance before pushing a finger in, and a loud moan tore from your lips, raw and involuntary.
yangyang mirrored your pace, eyes narrowing with fierce desire. he was close, too close โ but he wanted to wait for you. he wanted to fall with you, at the exact same moment.
โput another one in, love. i want to see you with two fingers inside,โ he begged, voice cracking with lust.
and because his wishes were commands, you slid in a second finger. your body trembled from the stretch, the overwhelming sensation forcing out helpless moans, as if no one else existed in the world but you and him. it felt too good โ the situation, the build-up, the way yangyang was right in front of you, stroking his cock with his jaw clenched, the very sight of it enough to make your mouth water. you needed more. more of him, more of this.
the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. you quickened your rhythm, fingers slick, desperate, chasing the high that had been building endlessly. you wanted to fall over the edge. to unravel. to feel something more.
โy-yanggie... a-ah!!! i'm gonna comeโi'm gonna explode, god!โ you moaned, body arching as the wet, obscene sounds filled the room.ย chop, chop.ย every squelch echoing your pleasure, feeding his hunger. beneath you, a slick pool of arousal formed โ a sight that drove yangyang insane.
โlet's finish together, babyโlet's come together, fuck, yes,โ he groaned, increasing his pace despite the ache in his wrist. the pleasure of cumming with you was stronger than the pain. everything around him blurred, adrenaline rushing wild through his veins. and as you clenched your lip between your teeth, trying to hold on just a second longer, he swore he saw the most erotic vision of his life.
your fingers reached as deep as they could go, and in that moment, it felt like you'd touched heaven. a wave of heat flooded your face, your mouth parted, a thin trail of saliva slipping from the corner of your lips. then, without warning, you released โ a stream of wetness bursting out of you, your climax crashing through your body, marked by a loud, broken moan that sounded like music to his ears.
he came too, spraying his cum high into the air, staining his pants in the process. but he didnโt care. nothing else mattered. as you collapsed back, breathless and undone, your body trembled with aftershocks โ tingling, overstimulated, electric. it had been... perfect. the sight of your best friend touching himself for you, eyes fixed on every movement. and you, touching yourself for him, all the while wishing it was yangyang's fingers inside you instead.
yangyang couldnโt look away. he watched as your juices continued to drip from your pussy, the sight making his mouth water. the hunger hit him hard.
he dove between your legs without a word, burying his face in your soaked heat. his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue slid up your slit, slow and deliberate โ hot and hungry. each stroke of his tongue made your body twitch, breath catching in your throat, and you could only gasp, still sensitive, still open for him.
โa-ah!!! y-yanggieโ!!!โ you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation. it feltย soย good โ too good โ but at the same time, incredibly embarrassing. โi-it's dirty there!โ you moaned, face flushed deep red from the shame. you instinctively tried to pull away, but his strength was greater than yours. he held you down with ease, his low grunt sending chills down your spine as he leaned in again, so close that even his breath kissed your sensitive center.
โyou taste and smellย amazing, i still canโt believe youโve been hiding this part of yourself, y/nโฆโ he murmured against your skin.
his tongue moved deliberately now โ gliding over your outer lips, circling your clit, teasing every inch of you. the touches were soft, wet, and slowโฆ extracting the sweetest moans from your mouth. you tried to stifle them with your hands, but he noticed. he noticed everything.
โdonโt hide your pretty voice, y/n. i want to hear you,โ he growled, voice low and rough. โfuck, i want to hear youย scream.โ
he looked up at you then โ eyes dark, mouth glistening, shamelessly buried between your thighs. the sight alone made your core clench, your heart pound harder. you were so turned on it was dizzying, yet too shy to say it aloud. when his nose grazed your clit, you let out a squeal you didnโt even recognize as your own.
he kept devouring you for minutes that felt like eternity, and somewhere in between your cries, your moans turned into whispers of how good it felt. any traces of embarrassment had melted away. your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, voice barely audible.
โyangโฆโ
โyes, baby?โ he murmured, looking up at you with glistening lips and hungry eyes, waiting.
โโฆi want to suck you,โ you whispered, turning your face away in shyness.
he let out a low chuckle, the sound wicked and full of mischief. โyou wantย what? say it clearly, love.โ
yangyang was enjoying every second โ savoring your flustered expression, your trembling voice. heย knewย how to ruin you, how to make you squirm with embarrassmentโฆ and you felt it, that creeping self-consciousness wrapping around you again, even as desire burned hotter inside.
โi want to suck your cock,โ you said โ no hesitation, no shame. your voice rang out firm, clear, hungry.
yangyangโs breath hitched, eyes widening at the sudden shift in you โ bold, dominant, devastatingly seductive. he felt his cock twitch, throbbing painfully hard at the sight of your confidence, your desire no longer hidden behind flushed cheeks or shy glances.
you pushed him gently back onto the chair, guiding him with soft hands until he sat. then with your hands you leaned on his thighs to make space between them in a very sensual way, facing him, your movements slow and deliberate. your ass remained raised, skirt bunched around your waist, your pussy still glistening and dripping โ an open invitation, even as your attention turned entirely toย himย now.
you slid down between his legs, nestling there like you belonged, hands gliding up his thighs with featherlight touches. his cock stood proud, flushed and wet at the tip, and your fingers traced along his shaft with reverence โ worshipful, but teasing.
yangyang swallowed hard, his hands gripping the edge of the chair. the way you looked up at him while stroking him gentlyโฆ fuck. like he was something sacred, something you'd been dying to taste.
โi want to be good for you, yanggieโฆโ you whispered, voice soaked in lust, in devotion, in something so tender it nearly undid him.
he groaned, one hand reaching to brush your hair back behind your ear, his fingers shaking slightly from anticipation. โyou already are, babyโฆ youย areย so goodโฆโ
your tongue flicked out, teasing his tip, collecting the precum before dragging a slow, wet line down the underside of his cock. he let out a low moan, hips bucking slightly, but you pinned him with a firm look โย not yet.
you kissed along the base, lips soft and hot against his skin, taking your time, your fingers still stroking him in rhythm. then, with a sinful smile, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to take him in, inch by inch, never breaking eye contact.
โfuck, fuckโ y/nโฆโ he hissed, his voice breathless, wrecked. you hummed around him, pleased by the reaction, by the way his thighs tensed and how he gripped your hair just a little tighter.
you wanted to ruin him. you wanted to taste every drop, every sound, every trembling breath that left his mouth.
just as your lips wrapped around him, slow and warm, yangyang reached for the edge of the desk with one hand โ the other moved to quietly disconnect the camera, his eyes never leaving you. then, with calm precision, he switched it to video mode, and pressedย record.
he had to capture this โย you, in all your beauty, in all your power. the way your eyes looked up at him, so hungry and soft at once. the way your lips moved with intention. it was art.
โgodโฆ you look so perfect like this,โ he murmured, almost reverent, his voice hoarse and low, like the words were being pulled straight from his chest.
you felt your cheeks warm, a wicked little smile tugging at your lips even as you kept him deep in your mouth. you pulled back slowly, your tongue teasing his tip, your hand continuing the rhythm below. then, with a playful glance at the camera in his hand, you adjusted a loose strand of hair behind your ear, tilted your chin slightly โ just enough to show your best angle โ and asked, sweetly:
โdo i look pretty, yanggie?โ
your voice was soft, laced with mischief, and your eyes sparkled with the kind of confidence onlyย youย could carry mid-act.
he groaned like your words alone could finish him.
โyou look... like sin,โ he whispered. โlike a dream. my dream.โ
your lips curled in satisfaction, but you didnโt stop. you dove back in โ lips, tongue, hands โ working in harmony, now with the knowledge that he was watching youย twice: in real time, and through the screen.
you made sure to keep the rhythm steady, purposeful, your movements fluid and mesmerizing. every now and then, you stole a glance at the camera, letting him see your pride, your power. you were putting on a show, but it was real โย this was real.
and god, he was falling for you all over again with every second.
his breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as your rhythm became more intense, more focused. you felt it โ the way his hips twitched slightly, the soft curses spilling from his lips, his hand tightening around the phone.
โshit, babyโ iโm close,โ he groaned, voice cracking at the edge of control. โi'm gonnaโโ
but you pulled back just enough to speak, voice sultry and breathless.
โnoโฆ not yet,โ you whispered, licking your lips. โi want you to finish inside me.โ
his eyes widened, the rawness of your words shooting through him like lightning.
โyou sure?โ he asked, barely managing the question, his voice all gravel and want.
you nodded, already rising, turning around with a confidence that left him breathless โ your skirt still bunched at your waist, your skin glowing in the dim light, your body moving like a dream. slowly, you guided him back inside you, straddling him in reverse cowgirl, your movements fluid and steady, your hands gripping the arms of the chair for balance.
yangyangโs jaw dropped open as you began to move, your back arched, hips rolling โ a rhythm both powerful and sensual. he adjusted the camera in his hand, angling it to capture everything: the way you rode him with control, the curve of your spine, the wet sound of your bodies meeting again and again.
โfuckโฆ youโre unreal,โ he moaned, the camera shaking slightly in his hand from the way his body trembled. โyou feel so good, babyโโ
you looked over your shoulder, lips parted, breath heavy, hair a little wild.
โi want you to remember this. every time you watch that videoโฆโ you said in a voice barely audible over the rhythm of your bodies, โi want you to remember how iย choseย this. how i choseย you.โ
and then you moved faster, your moans turning into whimpers, your body clenching with pleasure. he gripped your waist with his free hand, losing himself in the feeling, the sight, the sound of you falling apart on top of him.
โiโm gonna cum, fuckโโ he growled.
โdo it,โ you whispered. โinside me, yanggieโฆ i want all of you.โ
just when you thought you were both about to finish together, yangyang surprised you โ his hands gripped your waist and with one fluid movement, he pulled you off him and lifted you effortlessly into his arms. you gasped, startled, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he walked toward the bed.
โnot like this,โ he murmured against your ear, breath warm, voice hoarse. โi want to see all of youโฆ when we finish.โ
he laid you down gently at the edge of the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the fire between your bodies. without letting go of the moment, he tossed the camera aside โ it landed somewhere out of sight, still recording, but forgotten. right now, all that existed was you and him.
his eyes never left yours as he aligned himself again, the tension between you snapping like a drawn bow. your hands reached for him, your body arched in invitation. the pace this time was deeper, slower, more intimate โ like he was memorizing the way your bodies met, the way your breaths tangled in the space between kisses and gasps.
you whispered his name like a prayer, your nails digging gently into his back, and he answered with soft moans and words you could barely catch โ praises, desires, promises tangled in the haze of pleasure.
your legs tightened around him, urging him closer, deeper.
โiโm right there,โ he breathed, eyes searching your face. โwith you. just hold onโฆโ
you nodded, lost in him โ in the feeling, in the heat, in the connection that pulsed stronger than anything else.
and then the moment hit โ not just the physical rush, but something bigger, something that made your whole body shiver. your hands clutched at him, your voice trembled, and as he followed right after you, everything around you blurred, melted, disappeared.
for a few moments, there was nothing but silence, breathless and glowing.
he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms without a word. your heart still raced, but it was softer now, steady in his embrace.
as you both got dressed slowly, still catching your breath and feeling the lingering sensitivity, yangyang bent down to pick up the camera from the floor. when he lifted it, he noticed the small red light still blinking.
โitโs still recording,โ he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head with a mischievous smile. โguess it caught more than i expected.โ
you giggled too, hiding your face with your hands, caught somewhere between embarrassment and excitement. he glanced at the screen for a second before turning to you with that teasing look in his eyes.
โdo you want a copy?โ he asked, raising an eyebrow. โi can send it to youโฆ along with your edited photos, of course.โ
you bit your lip, amused, and nodded. โwhat if we upload it?โ you teased, winking at him.
yangyang fell silent for a moment, clearly surprised. a light blush crept onto his cheeks, but his smile returned just as quickly.
โonly if we keep recording more,โ he whispered, stepping closer, his voice low and tempting. โso you can build a full collectionโฆ upload whatever you want.โ
your laughter blended with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and in that moment, the world shrank to just the two of youโlost in soft jokes, dirty promises, and the thrill of all the hot moments yet to come.
has been plotting to launch his own music and concert company for a decade and actually did it now
literally started planning this when nct u came out. two years before wayvโs debut. insane
the company is called tenth sound because he believes music is made of 9 essential elements and the tenth is the audience
(the new branding is very straightforward and cohesive generally, i like it)
is now based in bangkok far from the clutches of sm or mainland china, legally and politically thatโs a good move
has already scheduled a 10th anniversary concert (called TEN: CORE0110, from 17โ19 July 2026) with mystery features that we have to guess. thai actor/singer/host nunew is already announced for the concert
is not working with ticketmaster i repeat heโs independentย
looks great in his first own posters
EDIT: he also appears to be in the studio as of lately ๐ฅณ
req for a ten reaction/headcanon/fic where his lady is a virgin but he didnโt realize because she doesnโt seem shy or anything.
and so he ends up fucking her super rough for the first time because she never told him (she thought he could tell + she just trusts him to do whatever) and then like the aftermath of that?? how would he react, and if you want to write out the smut
cw: rough sex (accidental), virgin!reader, trust kink, unintentional pain, guilt, soft!Ten, emotional smut, healing, worship... idk lmk if i missed something
wc: 3k aprox
note: God, it took me a while to finish this!! I hope it's what you had in mind. I actually ended up liking it a lot! I hope you do too.
โ First, he thought you were experienced
The way you kissed him wasnโt timid. It was hungry. Hands on his chest, your mouth open and eager, tongue teasing like it knew what it was doing. Ten didnโt second-guess it for a second. You climbed onto his lap like youโd done it a hundred times, straddling him with thighs that squeezed, hips that rolled slow and suggestive against his growing erection.
He groaned into your mouth, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts with practiced grace. You moanedโsoft but sureโand arched into his palms. Confident. Responsive.
โGod, youโre so fucking sexy,โ he mumbled, kissing along your jaw. โIโve been dying to get you under me.โ
And you only laughed, breathless and flushed. โThen do it.โ
That was it. Thatโs all it took. You said it like someone who knew. Someone whoโd had this before, maybe not with himโbut with someone. He didnโt think to ask. You seemed ready. Bold. Unafraid. So Ten pushed you down onto the mattress and peeled off your clothes like they were wrapping paper.
โ Then, he fucked you like he meant it.
Ten doesnโt do anything halfway. Not in the studio. Not on stage. Definitely not in bed.
So when you welcomed him in with no hesitationโpulling him down between your legs, your thighs spread wide and gaze locked with hisโhe gave you everything.
Not slow.
Not tentative.
Just pure, blistering want.
He kissed you like he was starving. Bit at your neck until you whimpered. Gripped your hips like he was trying to mold them to his own. His voice was low and raspy, filthy compliments slipping from his lips as he pushed his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the thick head.
โYouโre so wet already,โ he breathed, brushing the tip through your folds. โYou want it rough, donโt you, baby?โ
You noddedโhonest. Naive, maybe. But you didnโt flinch. You didnโt stop him.
And Ten groaned, โFuck yes,โ before sinking into you in one deep, unforgiving stroke.
He didnโt notice the way your breath hitchedโor maybe he did, and mistook it for pleasure. Because when you gasped, he groaned, โGod, youโre so fucking tightโshit.โ He thought it was a compliment to your pussy, not a red flag.
His hips set a brutal pace from the start. Fast, hard, deep. The kind of fucking meant to leave you shaking for hours. The kind that came with his teeth on your shoulder and his hand pressed flat over your stomach to feel the bulge every time he bottomed out.
โCanโt believe youโre taking me like this,โ he growled. โSuch a good girlโfuck, I love the way you moan for me.โ
You moaned because you had to. Because it was too much and not enough, overwhelming and raw, and you didnโt want him to stop because despite everything, you wanted this. Even as your body cried out, your mind was quiet. Safe.
You trusted him to break you. Even if it hurt.
โ And you didnโt stop him.
Even when your eyes blurred.
Even when your throat tightened.
Even when the stretch burned more than it pleased.
You didnโt stop him.
Because it was Ten.
Because you wanted him.
Because the way he touched youโkissed youโlooked at you like you were the only thing in the world that matteredโฆ it made you feel safe enough to let go. To surrender.
And more than that? You justโฆ didnโt think you had to say it. You assumed he could tell. Surely a man like Tenโsomeone so worldly, so sexually attuned, so in syncโhe had to know, right?
He had to notice how tightly your walls clung to him.
How your breath stuttered every time his hips slammed into yours.
How your nails left crescent moons in his back because it was so much, too much, too soonโbut you didnโt want him to stop.
It felt like being cracked open and rearranged.
Not just physicallyโbut emotionally, spiritually. The kind of thing you can only give someone once, and you were giving it to him. Silently. Trustingly. Letting him claim you in a way no one else ever had.
You didnโt say โslow down.โ
You didnโt say โitโs my first time.โ
You just held him tighter. Opened your legs wider. Whimpered when it got too intenseโand kissed him even harder to keep him close.
And he kept going. Because to him, it wasnโt painโit was passion. Your tears were overwhelmed bliss. Your trembling thighs? Just part of the high.
You trusted him to handle you however he wanted.
And he trusted you to tell him if he went too far.
Neither of you realized you were both wrong.
โ Afterwards, he saw it.
It hit him all at once. Like cold water down his spine.
He was still panting, still basking in the post-orgasm haze, the sweat cooling on his skin and his arms cradling your trembling frame when he shifted to pull outโand then he saw it.
Red.
A smear on the inside of your thigh. A little streak where your bodies had been pressed together. Tiny speckles on the bedsheets below your hips.
Ten froze.
He blinked, thinking maybe it was just friction. Maybe his nails had scratched you. Maybeโ
But you looked so calm. So soft, boneless in his arms, blinking up at him like heโd given you the world.
And that made it worse.
โWaitโฆโ he murmured, voice a dry crackle in his throat. โBabyโare you okay?โ
You smiled lazily, almost shy. โMmhmโฆ just a little sore.โ
His chest tightened.
โA little sore?โ he echoed. โWhat do you meanโ? Did I hurt you?โ
You hesitated.
Thenโgently, like it was nothingโyou said, โIt was my first time.โ
Everything stopped.
Ten sat back like youโd just slapped him. Eyes wide. Mouth parted, stunned. โYour what?โ
โMy first time,โ you repeated, a bit slower. โI thoughtโฆ I mean, you didnโt ask. I figured you knew. I wanted it like that.โ
Like it was no big deal. Like giving him your virginity was just something you gave. So easily. So trustingly. No fear. No conditions.
And Tenโs heart shattered.
โBabyโฆโ he whispered, almost sick with guilt. โWhy didnโt you tell me?โ
You touched his arm, trying to soothe. โBecause I trust you. And I wanted you to have me the way you wanted.โ
And that? That undid him.
You hadnโt said anything because you trusted him to take care of you. To know. To see you. And instead, heโd fucked you like he was chasing a highโnot making love to someone whoโd never been touched like that before.
And now, all he could think was: She trusted me something special โฆ and I didnโt treat it like it mattered.
โ He felt like the floor dropped out from under him.
โYour first time?โ His voice was quieter now, barely above a whisperโbut laced with disbelief, and guilt, and something far too raw to name. His eyes swept over your body, all flushed and marked and open beneath him. The red blooming on the sheets. The slight tremble in your thighs. The little wince you gave when you shifted.
Tenโs breath caught in his throat.
Heโd done this to you.
And he didnโt even know.
He brought a shaking hand to your cheek, cupping it gentlyโtoo gently now, like you might shatter. โI thoughtโfuck. You didnโt seem nervous. You were so confident. I didnโt even thinkโฆโ
You smiled again, soft and sleepy. Still trusting. Still safe. โI wasnโt scared,โ you said. โNot with you.โ
And that wrecked him.
He didnโt even realize how tightly he was holding your hand until you squeezed back, trying to ground him. โI wanted you,โ you added, voice laced with honesty. โEven if it hurt. It was you.โ
But Ten shook his head. โNo, baby. Thatโs not how it shouldโve happened.โ His thumb traced your cheek. โYour first time shouldโve been slow. Gentle. Something you remember like a dream, not a storm.โ
You blinked at him, surprised by how emotional he sounded. It wasnโt just regret. It was ache. Like heโd been given something priceless and only now realized heโd broken it in his hands.
โYou deserved to be worshipped,โ he said, kissing your knuckles. โNot wrecked.โ
And you whispered, โYou did worship me.โ But Ten wasnโt convinced.
He was already spiraling. Already cataloging every rough thrust, every bruising grip, every filthy word he whispered in your ear like you werenโt someoneโs first. He thought about how you moaned and arched and gaspedโand how he hadnโt once stopped to wonder if that was pleasure or pain. He just assumed you were used to this. That someone like you, so bold and stunning and confident, couldnโt possibly be untouched.
But you had been.
And now heโd touched you in every way wrong for a first time.
โ He took care of you like you were glass.
Ten couldnโt undo it.
Couldnโt rewind time and give you softness before the stretch, kisses before the ache, words of devotion before the sharp slide of his cock into a body that had never known it.
But he could do this.
He could hold you closer.
He could wipe your thighs clean with trembling hands and whisper โIโm so sorry, babyโ again and again against your skin, even when you swore it was okay. He could press his forehead to your hip and breathe deep until his own tears stopped threatening to fall.
โLet me make it better,โ he said. โPlease. Justโฆ let me take care of you.โ
And you noddedโbecause of course you did. Because you trusted him. Even after everything.
So he wrapped you in his shirt and held you against his chest like a heartbeat. He kissed your temple and your shoulders, whispered praises into your hair like a prayer: โYouโre perfect.โ โSo brave.โ โSo fucking beautiful.โ โIโm going to do this right.โ
He ran a warm bath. Not too hot. He tested it three times.
He carried you there, cradled like something sacred.
He sat you between his legs, chest to your back, and washed your skin with the slowest, softest touch.
โYou shouldโve told me,โ he whispered against the shell of your ear. โI wouldโve treated you like gold.โ
โYou still did,โ you whispered back.
But Ten wasnโt convinced. Not until you sighed and leaned into him. Not until he saw your eyes flutter shut in comfort, not pain.
He dried you with a towel that smelled like him.
He lay you back on clean sheets and pulled the covers to your chin.
He kissed your fingertips. Your knees. The inside of your wrist.
And thenโvoice low, but steadier nowโhe asked, โCan Iโฆ show you how it shouldโve been?โ
You blinked. โNow?โ
He nodded slowly. โNot to fix it. Justโฆ to give you the real first time. The one you shouldโve had. With kisses and slowness and me telling you how fucking lucky I am to be the one you chose.โ
Your throat tightened. โOkay,โ you said softly. โYes. Please.โ
โ Then he made love to youโlike a first time should be.
No rushing.
No roughness.
Just Ten, moving like every part of him was designed to honor every part of you.
He started with a kissโslow, tender, the kind that made your toes curl and your heart ache. His hands didnโt roam. Not yet. They stayed on your face, cradling your jaw like something precious, like he was memorizing your shape with just his palms and mouth.
โIโm going to take my time,โ he whispered, lips brushing yours. โYou tell me if you need anything. You lead. I follow. Yeah?โ
You nodded. You were already breathlessโand he hadnโt even touched you properly yet.
But oh, he would.
Tenโs mouth moved down your neck in soft, lingering passes. Gentle sucks, warm licksโnothing rushed. Nothing demanding. He kissed your collarbones like they held secrets. Your breasts like he was grateful they were bared for him. His tongue circled your nipples, slow and reverent, while his hand cupped the weight of you with care, like you were made of silk.
He took his time between your thighs, too.
Not just spreading them, but admiring themโhis thumbs stroking your skin, his eyes worshipful.
โSo beautiful,โ he whispered, voice warm and low. โYouโre unreal.โ
And then his mouth was there, licking gently through your folds.
Not fast. Not messy. Justโฆ focused. Precise. Loving.
He tasted you like you were art. Like you were the first thing heโd ever wanted, and now that he had you, heโd never waste a second of it.
When he slipped one finger inside, it was slow. Careful. Watching your face the whole time.
โYou okay, baby?โ
โYes,โ you breathed. โItโs so goodโฆโ
And he smiled against your skin.
He added anotherโstill gentle, still patientโand worked you open in slow waves, curling and stretching and kissing your clit in tender pulses until you were clinging to him, moaning softly, trembling for all the right reasons this time.
By the time he moved back up, your body was already floating. Lit from the inside. Warm and weightless and ready.
โIโll go slow,โ he said again, kissing your forehead. โIโll take care of you this time.โ
You wrapped your legs around his waist.
โYou always do.โ
โ His body slid into yours like a vow.
No thrusting.
No rough grip.
No dirty words.
Just a slow, aching press of hips to hipsโhis cock nudging into you with a deliberate gentleness, like he was asking your body for permission even now. His forehead rested on yours. His breath shook. His eyes didnโt leave your face, not even for a second.
And you felt it.
All of it.
The stretch, yesโbut sweet now, fuller than before, softer. Your muscles had already been tender from before, but now he was giving you time. Letting your body unfold around him inch by inch. Letting you gasp. Letting your hands clutch his back. Letting you feel how deeply he filled youโand how much care he carried in every second.
โYouโre doing so good,โ he whispered, brushing your hair from your face. โYou feel so fucking perfect.โ
Your eyes fluttered. โSo do youโฆโ
He sank deeperโslow, smooth, and reverent.
You gasped and tightened your legs around him, drawing him close, anchoring him inside.
And he just held you there.
Deep. Still. Chest to chest, heart to heart.
โYou okay?โ he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your temple, then your eyelids. โYou want me to move, baby?โ
โPlease,โ you whispered. โJust donโt stop touching me.โ
He smiled. โNever.โ
And then he moved.
So slow.
Like ocean waves.
Like worship.
Each roll of his hips came with a kiss. A praise. A whisper of your name like it was sacred.
โYouโre mine.โ
โYouโre perfect.โ
โYou were made for me.โ
It didnโt feel like sex.
It felt like healing. Like a rewrite. Like he was kissing every place heโd been too rough beforeโand making it right now, one loving thrust at a time.
He didnโt fuck you. He loved you.
And it was more overwhelming than anything rough could ever be.
โ And when you came, it wasnโt from pressureโit was from love.
It started in your chest.
A warmth that spread slowlyโlike a tide coming in.
No sharp drop. No sudden grip. Justโฆ fullness.
Emotion swelling inside you like your body was made to hold him. Like you were finally, finally being given what you deserved.
Tenโs lips were on your throat, his hand holding yours tight, his voice a soft stream of praise against your skin.
โSo good, baby. Youโre taking me so well.โ
โYouโre perfect like thisโso soft around me, so mine.โ
โYou feel that? How deep I am? Thatโs how much I love you.โ
And thenโ
That slow, heavy pressure in your belly crested.
Your thighs trembled.
Your nails sank into his shoulders.
And the orgasm bloomed.
It wasnโt sharpโit was deep.
A slow-motion rush, like falling into something warm and endless. Your walls fluttered around him, clenching and milking him in gentle waves, and Ten felt itโhis breath catching, his hips pausing, his hand flying to cradle your face as you moaned out his name like a song youโd waited your whole life to sing.
โThatโs it,โ he gasped. โThatโs it. Let go for me.โ
And then he was coming too.
Not with a growl this time. Not with a brutal thrust.
But with a whimper.
His face buried in your neck. His hands gripping your sides like he couldnโt believe you were real. His whole body tensing as he spilled inside you in slow, rhythmic pulsesโstill moving, still careful, still kissing your skin through it.
โGod,โ he whispered. โGod, I love you.โ
โ The afterglow was soft, sacred.
He didnโt pull out right away. He stayed buried inside you, hips flush, arms tight around you. One hand stroking your spine. The other brushing your hair back from your damp forehead.
You were dazed. Drowsy. Drifting on the high.
And he looked at you like you were everything.
โYou okay?โ he asked gently.
You nodded, cheeks flushed, smiling dreamily. โBetter than okay.โ
His eyes glistened. He kissed your knuckles. โYou sure?โ
You tugged him close, nuzzling into his chest. โIโve never felt soโฆ loved.โ
Ten exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to your temple. โIโll never stop making it up to you,โ he promised. โYou trusted me, and Iโll spend the rest of our time showing you how much that means.โ
You smiled. โThen start by staying here. Donโt move. Just hold me.โ
He tightened his grip. โIโm not going anywhere.โ
And he meant it.
Because this time, he didnโt just take your body.
