A/N: second drabble of the day???? Ohhhhh she's WRITINGGG!! 2/10 drabbles
"ten, i told you to take the trash out today," you complained. it has been a really long day for you and the sight of the unemptied trash almost sets you off. It may seem simple, but you feel like you're the only one making an effort to keep the house clean and that exhausts you.
"i'll do it later, baby," ten replied indifferently, still scrolling on his phone.
his reply was like adding fuel to the fire. it was enough to tip you over the edge, but your anger was silent. it was so silent that somehow you wished it was loud. loud enough so at least someone would know. at least someone would notice. but it wasnt, so you decided to take the trash out quietly.
you were tired. making your way to the bed, you laid down on your side, purposely facing away from him. ten noticed the sudden silence. he knew you all too well, this was your quiet kind of anger.
his hands hovered over your waist, before he let out a quiet sigh.
"yn..."
in a world where you thought no one would notice, he would, in a heartbeat.
"im sorry, i should have taken the trash out," he said softly, hugging your back. you kept silent, as he drew circles on your wrist with his thumb.
you heard him move away, but felt a blanket draped around both of you shortly after.
"you can get mad at me... but im really sorry,"
"i love you," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.
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Summary:The spell broke when the music stopped. Ten stepped back, his pulse wild. He wanted to say something—knock on the door, find them—but the hesitation rooted him in place.
Pairing: Ten X Reader
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The practice room was quiet except for the steady beat pulsing through the speakers. Ten moved like liquid—sharp, fluid, and precise—every motion hitting perfectly on the rhythm. He wasn’t thinking, not really. When he danced, it was instinct.
But his eyes kept flicking toward the mirror. The one on the far wall, the two-way mirror that separated this studio from the smaller one next door. He couldn’t see through it, of course. It reflected his own image back at him, sweat-damp skin and focused eyes. But sometimes… sometimes he swore he felt something on the other side.
The beat changed. He caught the flicker of movement in his peripheral vision—just a shadow, the suggestion of someone moving on the other side of the glass. He kept going, but his heart sped up. It always did when they were there.
He didn’t know their name. He wasn’t even sure they were aware of him. But whoever they were… they danced like no one Ten had ever seen. Free and emotive, like every part of their soul bled into their movement. He’d catch glimpses of it sometimes, those shadows behind the mirror, and he couldn’t look away.
What he didn’t know was that on the other side, the reader was equally captivated.
They shouldn’t have been watching him. Their own practice was supposed to come first. But when Ten danced, it was impossible not to watch. His control, his grace—it was magnetic. And the mirror… the mirror felt like a secret. Like they were getting to see something intimate and powerful without him ever knowing.
One night, it all unraveled.
Ten stayed late. So did they. In the quiet of their respective rooms, the music blurred into a shared pulse. And without thinking, they began to mirror him.
Ten felt it before he saw it—the way his body moved in perfect synchronization with the flicker behind the glass. He slowed his steps, and the shadow slowed with him. He reached an arm out, and so did they.
His heart pounded.
Slowly, he turned toward the mirror. And the movement on the other side stopped.
For a long moment, there was only the rise and fall of their breathing. Then—tentatively—he lifted his hand, fingers brushing the glass.
On the other side, they did the same.
Their eyes met through the mirror.
And the air shifted.
The spell broke when the music stopped. Ten stepped back, his pulse wild. He wanted to say something—knock on the door, find them—but the hesitation rooted him in place.
But the next day, when their eyes met across the studio’s lobby…
He smiled.
And so did they.
Ten couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time they passed each other in the hallway or warmed up in separate rooms, his eyes searched for them. And they… they felt it too. The quiet tug, the invisible thread drawing them closer.
One evening, Ten finally worked up the nerve. He lingered in the hallway after class, pretending to check his phone until they walked by.
“Hey,” he called out, heart thudding.
They turned, eyes wide. “Hey.”
He hesitated, then smiled. “You’re… in Studio B, right?”
Their cheeks warmed. “Yeah. And you’re in A.”
“I… I see you dance sometimes,” he admitted, voice soft.
Their breath caught. “I see you too.”
The silence stretched, charged and uncertain.
“Want to practice together sometime?” Ten asked, his pulse a wild rhythm.
tags: alternative universe, established relationship, boyfriend!ten, mentions of working, nap sessions, first kiss, tooth-rotting fluff, basically everything is just sweet
warnings: none.
afternoon nap sessions were your favorite, along with your boyfriend for almost a year. ten just loved the yellow hue of the sun penetrating through the translucent soft fabrics of the curtains, creating a lovely color painting the living room. he just loved to lay on the sofa with his favorite music playing on his phone for a bgm, and he would pull you into his embrace to nap with him whenever you came home from work.
it became a regular thing for the two of you, especially during weekends. you'd be there laying on his stomach while his arms are stretched out, caressing the sides of your body to soothe you into your slumber. ten loves being comfortable around you, in any way just to make you feel safe around him.
but it was always just cuddling, combing your hair, surprising you with his drawings of you, and anything else. however, ten never kissed you and vice versa during your eleven months of dating each other. maybe it was because none of you had the courage to initiate the first kiss, despite the closeness ten and you had developed.
he was with a friend the other day, unusually asking him if he had ever kissed you, and to his response, only a loud scream filled the room as he hid his face with the palms of his hands.
sure, he had relationships in the past with whom he kissed before, but when it comes to you, ten didn't want a simple first kiss where you both don't find it good, he wanted to make it memorable for the both of you.
maybe today has just been the day that he would actually do it.
before you left the apartment, he suggested to go on a picnic at the park later after you finish work. a grin plastered on his face when you agreed to his plan as he wrapped his arms around you to say goodbye.
during the times you weren't around, he'd play and feed his cats in his bedroom, or he would make a dish from your recipe book to improve his cooking skills, or do his art commissions online, but once it hit afternoon, it was time for another nap session.
he stretched his arms up to the air as he yawned out, indicating that he's eyelids were starting to fall down. ten slithers on the sofa, the soft cushions of the furniture relaxed him which made him curl into a ball like a cat would do when it's kicked back.
the silence inside the room was able to get him sleepy, eyes heavy at the feeling before dreamland awaits him in his sleep.
his nap didn't last long when he heard noise coming from the kitchen. a sound of a kettle boiling and your sweet humming in the distance. did he sleep for too long? he wanted to open his eyes to check but he was too sleepy to even open them and get up.
the lovely aroma of parmesan, bacon, and garlic filled his nose as he inhaled the delicious scent of the carbonara sauce being cooked. the way ten melted even more when the sound of your singing voice echoed the whole apartment, followed by a cracked voice and laughter filling the atmosphere.
when it comes to singing, everyone in your circle of friends thought how good you are, but ten was just something else. in your opinion, ten has the best voice, knowing too well he used to be in a music club during your college years. he brings his guitar to sing with his friends under the bleachers where you first met him.
there was a moment of silence inside the room, and ten couldn't help but slightly open his eyes to inspect what was happening.
and when he did, he almost let out a gasp, finding you in front of him. ten cursed in his mind, unable to do anything when you're this close to his face. usually he would pull you now to cuddle with him, but he stayed still in shock.
what was supposed to do in this kind of situation? the tension's incredibly high and his soul is leaving his body at the sight of you looking at him this close. he would've said 'love looking at my face too much?' right now but none of it came out of his mouth.
then everything felt like time had stop. it's cheesy to think about it but ten thought otherwise. and just a few centimeters left, you can easily close the gap between your lips to his. he waited, eyes closed shut this time, expecting to feel the soft moistness of your lips.
it never did. to his surprise, you pulled away out of embarrassment when he tried to slightly open his eyes one more time. well, if you won't do it, he will. ten finally opened his eyes, surprising you before a hand snaked around your neck to pull you into a kiss.
a burst of laughter left both of your lips when ten pulled you to the sofa with him, accidentally bumping each other's foreheads.
"you surprised me! i thought you were asleep the whole time!" you exclaimed, gasping for a breath as you playfully hit him on the chest.
"i was supposed to give you your first kiss later at our picnic date, but it seems like you were so impatient." ten pouts, only to see you laughing harder, hands reaching out to place both sides on his face to pull him into another sweet kiss. good god, your lips are just too perfect, a little too perfect where it molded so perfectly with his.
ten couldn't help but gently bit the bottom lip, then slowly, sweetly, kissed you again. his heartbeat rapidly going crazy at the taste of your peppermint lip balm. he can't get enough of it, he can't get enough of you, ten needs to be drowned with your kisses. "did i ruin our first kiss then?"
"it doesn't matter, every kiss we will share will always be memorable to me."
‘Come on, slowcoaches,’ Ten calls over his shoulder to Kyla and Lennon.
‘Hey, he’s getting heavy,’ Kyla splutters in exasperation. Lennon had refused to walk along in the snow, the toddler being in his terrible twos phase, and was being dragged along on his blue plastic sledge by his older sister, who had volunteered.
‘Daddy, daddy, let me race you!’ Maddie yells from the top of the hill, where you, herself and Charlie are standing, waiting.
‘But you’re little! You have the advantage,’ Ten whines, knowing that Maddie’s tiny size would allow her to zoom down the hill much faster than himself.
‘Don’t be so competitive,’ you scold, ‘she’s six.’
‘And?’ You shoot him a look, and he looks sheepish, ‘sorry, boss.’
‘Can I push you, dad?’ Charlie offers, ‘mum/mom, you push Maddie.’
Maddie giggles manically as sheflops flops onto her red sledge, tucking her feet and hands inside.
‘Come on daddy! We need to race!’
‘Okay Mads, I’m coming my lovely,’ Ten sits down onto his bigger sledge, you and Charlie taking your positions behind them.
‘Ready?’ you ask Charlie, who nods enthusiastically.
‘Okay… three, two, one-‘
Charlie falls onto her stomach at the sheer amount of effort she puts in, Kyla bursting into a fit of giggles at her sister’s misfortune.
Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. To your surprise, Ten actually wins, speeding way off into the distance.
Maddie comes to a stop near the bottom of the hill, scrambling to her feet and turning to look at you in exasperation. She begins dragging her sledge back up the hill.
‘Mum/mom, so unfair, she complains, ‘I wanted to win.’
‘You’ll get him next time,’ you say, noticing Charlie doing a celebratory dance in the corner of your eye, and then you notice a black spot on the ground.
‘Oh- Len, please keep your gloves on,’ you crouch down, grabbing the dampened glove and holding it out to him.
‘I don’t wanna,’ he whines, ‘I don’t like it.’
‘Come on Lennon,’ you gently grab his arm, ‘you’ll get cold.’
Ten suddenly reappears, having jogged back up the hill.
‘Hey buddy, you gotta wear your gloves.’
‘No dada,’ he protests, ‘not wear gloves.’
‘Gloves are cool Len, dada wears them on stage,’ Ten offers, hoping the stubborn boy would take the bait. Instead he just stares back blankly, and then at the black glove with distain. Ten wracks his brains for another solution.
‘Hey, your gloves are furry, right?’
Lennon nods, bare hand fidgeting with his glove on the other hand.
‘Yeah..’
‘You know what else is fluffy?’
‘What?’
‘A lion!’ Lennon squeals when Ten pinches his sides, tickling him lightly, ‘are you going to wear your gloves and be cool like a lion?’
Lennon mulls over his father’s words for a few moments, before holding out a hand to take his glove from Ten.
‘Good boy Len,’ Ten helps him get his glove back on, ‘wanna try sledging now?’
Lennon nods enthusiastically.
‘Do you want to go with mummy/mommy or daddy?’
‘You, dada.’
Ten positions himself on the sledge before holding his arms out for Lennon to sit down in front of him. Lennon, rather slowly, settles in between his dad’s legs, Ten wrapping his arms around the toddler and holding onto the rope.
‘Mama?’ Lennon looks at you in confusion as you approach them from behind, holding your hands out ready to push.
‘Mama’s gonna push us,’ Ten explains to the confused little boy.
‘Ready, Len?’
He looks a little apprehensive, but nods anyway.
‘Okay, here we go!’ You don’t push them too hard, considering Lennon, but they zip down the hill regardless, Lennon’s giggles travelling through the air.
Charlie rockets down after them, having been pushed by Kyla.
‘Was that fun?’ you ask Lennon, who has been carried back up the hill in Ten’s arms.
‘Yeah!’
‘Yay!’
‘Hey Char, could you push your mum/mom and dad down the hill?’ Ten asks, look of pure mischief on his face.
‘No,’ you whine, ‘I won’t do it!’
‘Come on! It’ll be fun!’
‘Go on, mama,’ Kyla laughs.
‘Yeah, go on, show us a happy relationship,’ Charlie adds.
You glare at her jokingly, before sighing and shrugging, ‘okay.’
‘Yes!’ Ten fist pumps the air, ‘come on then.’
He sits down towards the back of the sledge, spreading his legs and holding his arms out to you. He wraps his arms around you as you sit down.
‘Love you,’ Ten murmurs teasingly, knowing how much you’re hating this.
‘Whatever.’
‘3, 2, 1!’ Charlie pushes you both hard, sending you flying down the hill.
You scream the whole way down, being cut off when you skim a bit of uneven ground and both get thrown from the sledge.
You’re fuming as Ten is practically dying from laughter, both of you laying in a heap in the snow.
‘I hated that,’ you state, Ten shuffling along the ground on his stomach and smothering you with a hug.
‘No- cold!’ He manages to reach through your scarves and cover your face with kisses, while you squeal and push him away.
You can hear your children laughing at you even from several yards away, and you turn your head to look at them.
summary: although ten liked tracking down the bad guys, he also liked tracing his hands down your waist.
pairing: spy!ten x spy!reader/ spy + domestic? au
genre: romance, suggestive, fluff, angst
length: 2.1k words
warnings: poison, guns, wine, death (of the bad guy), reader gets hurt and Ten takes care of them
Ten couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He stood on the other side of the expensive bar as he watched you lean against the bar counter, tucking your hair behind your ear to showcase the earrings your disguise team had given you. He could feel jealousy pooling his stomach when he saw you batting your eyelashes and giving your signature glowing smile - the same one that drove him crazy - to the CEO in front of you; he knew then that he was being very unprofessional.
But he couldn’t control his emotions when you did your job so enticingly. His job wasn’t to find everything you did captivating, his job was to take criminals down. Looking back at you, he watches as the man that had been standing in front of you moves towards the washroom area. He had worked with you for years now, and he knew your movements like the back of his hand.
You pull your handbag closer to you as it stands on the counter, opening the bag and pulling out a small glass container with a clear liquid inside. You both had done missions like this a thousand times before. But he sees the surprise cover your face before you can pour the liquid in, confused as to what stopped you. Turning in the direction you were looking at, he sees the man returning to his original spot. He tenses up at the fear of being caught, watching as you place the container behind your bag. He knows you’ll figure something out, but he still worries as he traces his finger over the gun in his inner suit pocket.
He watches the two of you talk for a couple more minutes, and Ten somehow hears the clock ticking on the other side of the room. You both know that time is running out.
Looking at the man in front of you, you falsely smile at another lame, political joke he had given. There are times where he touches his pocket to grab his phone, making you instinctively reach for the dagger that was wrapped around your thigh. And even though you were trying to do your job, you wish you could look at Ten and how good he looks in his suit, the top two buttons that were open exposing his sculptured collarbones. But you refrain from doing so, knowing it would blow you and Ten’s covers.
By now, Ten can tell you’re getting antsy as you began to pull on the straps of your perfectly fitted dress as if they were falling. He wonders what he can do to help you, but his mind is drawing blanks. This was entirely up to you.
Going back to watching you, your figure, your hands as they fix the tie of the man in front of you, and your legs as they cross perfectly on the high chair, he wonders how he gets anything done with you as his partner. The sudden movement of your fingers to where the container stood caught his attention, watching as you remove the top and dip your finger to put the poison on it. Your finger moves to rub the ring of your glass seductively as you keep eye contact with the CEO. Ten is surprised to see you pull out your phone, knowing phones were considered a distraction in your line of work, he then sees his phone light up and reads the words you sent him.
Make a distraction.
Without even thinking, Ten gets up from his seat and makes his way to the door, making sure to run into another businessman and spill his drink on the other guy’s shirt. The sound makes everyone and the man next to you turn their heads, allowing you to switch your drink with his. While Ten is distracted by the yelling of the other businessman in front of him, you make a sultry movement with your head to guide your subject into a backroom. He nods too excitedly in your opinion, but you continue to guide him deeper into the bar.
After the scene dies down, Ten realizes he had been so distracted that he didn’t know where you had gone, making worry fill his mind. He knows you can take care of yourself, but that doesn’t he couldn’t worry. However, he knows he knows the both of you can’t be seen leaving together, so with slow strides he makes his way out of the building.
When Ten makes it out of the bar and makes his way to the car that is parked about a block away, he jumps in surprise when he sees the back door of the bar slam open, seeing you make your way out into the dark alley. He knows it's you because of your figure, the shape he knew too well. Staying still in his spot, he watches you run over to him in your heels, grabbing his hand tightly as you guide him further away from the scene.
“You should already be in the car.”
As both of you walk back, Ten notices that you are keeping yourself in the dark part of the walkway, trying your best to not have eye contact with him. Although, Ten did feel something deep towards you, but he had been your friend before anything else had happened, making him stop his walking and look back at you.
“What happened?”
“It’s nothing.”
Of course, both of you knew it wasn’t nothing. But for the sake of not making you uncomfortable, Ten keeps walking back to the car. When both of you get in, you pull two wine glasses and a suit tie out of your handbag.
“We’ve got to get rid of this.”
“Let’s go back to the apartment and change first, then we’ll go get rid of them somewhere.”
You don’t say anything to Ten, nodding before looking out the window. Ten finds your behavior strange, knowing you liked talking about your assignments when they were completed. You and Ten had been tracking the man down for almost two months now, waiting for the perfect opportunity to corner him. And after spending all that time together, you had caught him tonight.
And it came to no surprise to Ten that he began to grow feelings for you, finding the entire ordeal too domestic for him to not fall for you. You two had to share a house while on the assignment. You would wake him up in the mornings with the breakfast you had made, eating with him as you two talked about anything. Ten isn’t even the type of person who wakes up and has breakfast, but for you, he was willing to do it if it meant spending the mornings talking with you.
He stops thinking about the scenarios in his mind as he parks into the lot of the apartment you both had been placed in, watching as you quickly opened the passenger door and made your way inside. Ten gets out of the car at the same speed as you. When he goes inside, he sees you pressing the elevator button, your arms hugging your body. He walks up to you before placing his hand on your back, immediately placing a hand on both of your sides as you jump from the sudden contact.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
If Ten hadn’t been so worried about you, he would be freaking out at the fact that he was holding you so tenderly, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers his question into your ear. And although Ten isn’t able to process the position the two of you are in, you do. It makes you confused at how nervous it’s making you. Years of staring evil men in the face, yet Ten, your partner, was making you nervous.
When Ten walks into the elevator with you in front of him, he realizes he hasn’t seen your face ever since he lost you from his sight at the bar.
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
With that, the elevator ride is completely silent and the walk to the door is as well. Ten doesn’t want to push you, but when both of you are inside the apartment, he moves quickly to stand in front of you before you can process his movements. He turns you around so your face shines under the light coming from the kitchen, seeing your dainty features he had memorized still intact. He’s not sure what’s wrong, and it isn’t until he looks down to see a long, fresh scratch on your neck that he realizes why you had been trying to hide in the dark. When Ten reaches to touch it, you move away quickly. You’re not sure if you want to speak or not, but knowing Ten would probably bombard you with questions, you decide to speak.
“The poison kicked in and I think he realized what was happening as I tried to leave the room. He-”
You grab the wound on your neck and even as your partner, all Ten can do is watch your back as you talked.
“He grabbed my neck as he was falling, scratched me on his way down. I’m fine, though. I cleaned the skin off his nails. I just...”
You stay silent for a couple of seconds. “I just didn’t expect it. That’s all.”
Ten watches you as you make your way to the bathroom, probably to clean off the wound. When his mind tells him to move instead of just standing there like an idiot, he walks into the bathroom you were in to check on you. He sees you going to the medical drawer, walking over to you, and tenderly taking your hand.
“Sit on the counter, I’ll clean you up.” Ten knows you like doing things for yourself, which is why he turns around before you can argue with him. He smiles coyly when he hears you huff behind him as he grabs the items to clean your wound. When he turns around, he sees you sitting on the counter, your elbows propped on your thighs as you wait for him. He brings the cotton ball closer to your neck. Knowing that you know it will sting, he doesn’t say anything as he starts to carefully wipe your neck. You hiss and reach out to grab Ten’s side, your touch causing his stomach to flex. Both of you pretend not to notice, too overwhelmed by each other’s presence to say anything anyways.
You had always been the one to care for Ten, cleaning his wounds whenever he got hurt. Ten had never gotten the chance to take care of you like this before, so close that he could see every single one of your eyelashes and how they flutter against your bottom ones when you blinked. He tries not to overthink what is happening while he places a patch over your neck.
While Ten focuses on your features as he cleans you, you were trying not to focus on the feeling of Ten’s touches on your neck. He was being so gentle, touching you like you would break at any time. And whdn Ten finally patches you up and rubs your thigh when he’s finished, you feel jitteriness takes over you.
“All done now.”
By the time he was finished, Ten was once again too overwhelmed by you. He still hasn’t moved away from you even after saying he was finished. You made no attempt to move either, the both of you just staring at each other in the poorly lit bathroom.
“Ten.” You call out to him, making him leave the haze he had been in. “What are we doing?”
Ten isn’t sure what takes over him, he hadn’t drank at the bar and he wasn’t tired, but he just couldn’t spend another day in the same room as you without doing anything about it.
“I don’t know.” Ten leans closer to you, noses touching and when you don’t pull away, he begins to voice his feelings. “I just know that I want you.”
He sees a shy smile form on your face and lifts his hand to cup your cheek, feeling his heart race faster when you lean deeper into his touch. Years of special training, tracking down criminals, and yet he still didn’t know how to act in front of you. Moving his hand from your cheek and guiding it down to your waist, Ten begans to feel euphoria as he realizes his finally gotten the chance to have you this close.
“Ten? Are you still there?” You giggle when Ten seems to come back down from whatever cloud he had been on. You run a hand through his hair and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in.
Ten had always been too focused on your actual presence that he had never thought it would feel this good to kiss you. Keeping one hand on your waist, the other one hooks under your leg. His rings are cold, but his kiss is warm and you wonder why you waited so long to kiss him. When the both of you can no longer breathe, you pull away, your lips hovering over his and Ten can feel the nerves in his lips send sparks through his body.
“You know,” you say, looking him in the eyes, “our boss isn’t going to like this.”
Ten rubs his hand up and down your side as he pecks your lips multiple, making you smile and bury your hand into his neck. Ten kiss the top of your head, closing his eyes as he speaks.
as you throw yourself on the bed, you let out a sigh of frustration. today is the worst day of your life you have been through. you don't even know what curse have someone put on you today. you start your day with being scolded by your lecturer for being late to class then, you forgot to turn in your assignment resulting on your mark being deducted from your test. you think it will end there but who would've thought you will spill your coffee on a customer at the shop you are working as a part timer which makes the customer and your boss furious over you. then, your car broke in the middle of the streets, giving up with your unlucky day you call a taxi and arrive home. the day is about to end so you decided to sleep it off and hoping it will be nice tomorrow
you're about to drift off to sleep when suddenly your phone rang loudly. you groan thinking what else could happen this time, you mutter and nagging on yourself. as you watch whose the caller, suddenly everything is bright, you have the biggest smile on your face for the first time today. quickly, you tap the green button and his face appear on the screen
"hiiii baby~ what are doing right now?" the person spoke over the phone with the cutest smile you've ever seen, all your fatigue just suddenly go away just from his face and voice. "i'm about to sleep actually, but i thought it is still early so i just decided to answer your phone". you smile at him while showing the clock. "woah, it's only 5:42 p.m. here, i'm sorry if i'm bothering you lets talk tomorrow okay baby?." he shows a very worry face while you immediatly cut him off " nah don't be, i have a very long day today so i would like to talk to you about it, do you mind?" "why are you even asking me? you can talk to me literally about anything, so what happen? are you okay? talk to me." you swear your heart is about to melt that time on how caring he is. " i'm okay ten, don't worry about me."
you begin ranting to him about your day and random stuff and keep mentioning that you miss him so much. you miss the ten so much. you miss it when you would snuggle to him close on the bed and just talking until 5 a.m. or when cooking breakfast together and sharing morning kisses or when he would took you for lunch in an expensive restaurant.
you miss him so much. the next morning you wake up, you realised you're still on the phone with him but both of you are asleep. you check the time zone for his place and it is currently 2:49 a.m. there. thinking that he is tired you tell him 'sweet dream and goodnight' the you end the call. starting the new day without him again.
You’re woken up by a cold wind. One so cold, you swear it could cut through you.
When you look up, you see that you are no longer laying down on your bedroom desk. Instead, you’re at a dimly lit restaurant. Only a small candle sits on the table.
You sit up straight in your chair and start to look around the empty restaurant but stop when you feel him.
“Oh, sweetheart..we have a lot to talk about..” Ten’s voice is intoxicating as usual, you immediately feel your heart begin to race.
He drags a finger along your shoulders and back then walks around to the chair facing you.
He watches you intensly as he sits down.
“Isnt it romantic?” He chuckles.
“Ten..you can’t just enter my life AND Johnny’s. You’re not real.. h-how are you doing this anyway?!” Your voice is stern and Ten doesn’t like it.
But then again, he never likes being told what he can and can’t do, especially by a human.
He furrows his brows and waves a finger in the air. The table breaks into a hundred pieces in front of your eyes then flies across the room.
“What the hell?!” You yell and hold your head between raised arms as the sound of thunderous cracking fills your ears.
“Why do you insist on making me angry?” Ten places a finger on his temple. Little do you know, the reason he keeps coming back to you is because you make it difficult for him. He wants to ruin you, not only physically, but mentally too.
Ten is notorious in his community for being the incubus that’s leaves his victims crawling back to him over and over, begging him for his attention. They can’t live without him once he’s through with them.
But you...you’re different.
You breathe heavily then sit back in your chair normally. “I’m not afraid of you. You’re not real..none of this is real. You can’t hurt me or Johnny.”
“I don’t care about your boyfriend, baby girl. You’re lucky I haven’t fucked him yet...”
Ten leans forward, gazed at you through hungry eyes and makes a “come here” motion with his index finger.
“I just want...you.”
Almost immediately you feel your chair drag across the floor towards him with you still on it.
You no longer have control over your body as Ten waves another finger, making you stand up straight.
You’re over him now, looking down at him as you breathe heavily through parted lips. You’re confused, but it’s not the first Ten has you physically unable to fight back.
Your legs are open as you stand over him. He looks up at you and smirks, happy to feel your body closer to him now. “I can smell you from a mile away..but I love it when you’re right in front of me..” Ten’s voice is dark and low.
He drags a hand along your leg slowly, noting how your skin is decorated by goosebumps after he touches you ever so lightly. He then grabs your waist and forces you down onto his lap.
You feel his erection press onto your clothed entrance. He guides your movement, pushing your lower half back and forth while he watches your breasts in the tight black dress he chose for you.
You moan quietly and lick your lips. He always felt so good and you could never say no to him. You were hypnotized by his feline-like eyes, his demanding movements, his satisfying length. Everything about him was perfect, how could you stop?
Just the feeling of dry humping Ten is enough to make you leak through your underwear.
Ten notices that you’re starting to lose it slowly, you’re giving in to him just like he wants you to. His hands grip your ass to press you further down onto him. He kisses your neck before biting it and listens to you cry out.
“Touch me, sweetheart.” He says as he takes your hand and places it on his covered member. You start to palm his dick while he closes his eyes and grunts, resisting the urge to rip every inch of clothing from your body so he can finally fuck you.
“How does that feel?” Ten asks as you let out another whimper while still moving your crotch on top of him.
He releases the spell that he placed on you and you’re finally able to move on your own. You can get up, run away if you want to..but you don’t..
Instead, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips. Ten would’ve objected but it’s you..and something keeps him from stopping the deeply personal action.
You zip his pants down and pant while looking down at his member that has now sprung free, pre cum dripping along the tip. You bite your lips in anticipation.
He uses a sharp nail to quickly cut your underwear, then wraps an arm around your waist while guiding you down onto his length.
Your head almost instantly falls back as you moan his name and feel him rub against your walls.
“Yes..it feels so good.” You cry out. His length was always something you marveled at. It always filled you perfectly and made you shiver.
Ten rocks his hips into you, meeting your body as you bounce up and down in complete bliss. He bites your collar bone, then bites your jawline. He adores the way the crimson liquid decorated your pretty neck.
“Does it feel real, sweetheart?” He says before pulling your dress down to expose your breasts. He lays his tongue flat against your nipples before sucking hard. The feeling of his wet mouth on your sensitive skin and his length hitting the pit of your stomach gets you to the edge.
“Ten!”
You can feel your body shake uncontrollably as you cum. Ten thrusts into you one final time before shooting his cum into your body.
You fall onto his shoulder and pant.
“Fuck...” you exhale. “You’re a demon, Ten, this isn’t right.”
Ten chuckles. “I’m your demon, sweetheart ..I’m not going anywhere...”
Ten pushes back his hair before running a hand over your stomach and smirking, he looks into your low eyes. “...and neither is the thing growing inside you..”
