If you’re taking smut requests I’d love to see a ten x fem! Reader where it’s her first time? Like, taking care of her but also absolutely railing the shit out of her. Anyway, love your stuff! xx
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Warnings/Tags: NSFW 18+, p in v smut, reader's first time, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie (pls wrap it guys), missionary, mating press, brief mention of slight pain.
TYSM for the request, anon!!! Feel free to leave more <33
His large, rough and calloused hands were gentle as they snaked around your bare waist, pulling you closer to him. Chests flesh against each other, you didn’t know how much closer was possible. You were already joined together at the hips, souls intertwining, glowing hearts racing in sync.
You were conscious of the slight stinging that was molding you to fit around him even more perfectly. Somewhere in between the sweet symphony of both of your breathy moans, you would let out a quiet yelp of discomfort – not used to this foreign, overwhelming feeling of him stretching you around him.
Before you started, he reassured you too many times that if you ever wanted him to stop, your wish was his command. But the very last thing you wanted was this to end.
“I know, I know, sweetheart. ‘M so sorry.”
His warm panting would tenderly caress your rosy cheek. His prominent nose sank into the plush flesh as he lovingly kissed it to make up for any pain he was causing. But what truly made up for it was him effortlessly plunging into parts of you so deep you were unaware even existed.
You locked your legs around his slim waist, forcing him to stay farther inside. The Doctor buried his face into your neck with enraptured groans, his voice low and gravely. The vibrations sent goosebumps down your body. Nails clawing at his porcelain back, he languidly rutted his hips into you, hitting that sweet spot over and over that left you breathless, nearly seeing stars.
Completely filled by him in every possible way, loud and shrill gasps echoed throughout the Tardis. You felt like you were moments away from floating up to the ceiling as if you were in zero gravity. Clinging onto his flushed skin was the only way to keep you grounded with him.
He kissed and sucked on your delicate neck that attempted to muffle his fervent moans.
“You got me so close, darling,”
He whined into you, his freckled arms under your back grasping you tighter.
Then he suddenly sat up onto his knees, grabbing your legs by the calves and pulling them up into the air by his shoulders. Now vulnerable and fully exposed to him, the Doctor took a second to admire the time-stopping view. Being on utter display for the man you loved most like this brought a blush to your face – but it was quickly overshadowed by the Doctor pushing your legs up to your ears.
The abrupt change of position made you both fight back a primal yell, his stiff cock now ultimately deeper than you thought was possible, having full access to you. Warm beads of precum already spilling into you, combining with your abundant slick. His large hand reached below and under you to squeeze a handful of your ass.
The titillating dark patch of hair on his pelvis now rubbing against your clit just right was the cherry on top to make you lose yourself completely in him. Your hands flew to tug on his chestnut locks, another desperate attempt at grounding yourself before you took off.
But your attempts were in vain as soon as you heard your partner let out a string of loud grunts and incoherent mumbles. Mouth now agape, you cried out as you let yourself get swept away by the deafening waves of euphoria. But something felt different this time.
Through your powerful orgasm you felt something new suddenly creep up on you. Overtaken by mind numbing rapture, you grabbed the brunet’s biceps, back arching and harsh gasps were all you could communicate.
Eyes screwed shut, you felt a fountain suddenly release. Gushing on his dick, you silently screamed as you clinged onto the Doctor for help – You’d never felt nearly anything like this before and you needed the Doctor to help you through it.
"'S okay, 's okay sweetheart-" The Doctor barely managed to get the words out through his panting, "I've got you."
But he was of little use; fighting for his own life against his own pleasure. His pulsating cock continued to mercilessly fuck into your tightening heat. Hot spurts of his sticky cum now filling you to the brim. The pale base of his dick now obscenely soaked and glistening.
He let himself collapse onto you, your trembling legs still in the air by his sides. His breathless groans and whines finally died down to quiet mumbles of his favorite pet names for you as he stayed buried in you. You smiled as you felt his spent cock twitch the last few drops out as it slowly went soft again.
You relaxed your legs, relishing in the security of his arms under you, holding you tight against his naked body. His cheek was flesh with your breast, grinning as he listened to your calming heartbeat, sneaking a few lazy kisses on your soft skin. Your fingers scratched and played with his messy head of hair, and before you were even aware, you were drifting off into sleep.
▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. humiliation, cum play (sort of), daddy kink, ten's lowkey a huge perv.
dom!ten with a dumb gf... loves to make you shy, loves to embarrass you... but he swears, it's only because he loves you so fucking much.
one arm draped over the back of your chair, thighs spread and his knee bumping into yours, his other hand playing with the fork on his napkin. he pretends to not hear you, pretends he doesn't notice your small hand pulling on his t-shirt, laughing and talking with his friends.
"tennie, please..." you say softly, in the lowest voice so he's the only one catching onto the desperation in your tone. you pull again, staring at the side of his face, but he doesn't look at you once.
you almost feel tears kissing your eyes, puffing air into your cheeks. you know what he wants, what he's waiting for. it's so humiliating.
you go to speak a second time, but right when you do the table turns silent. "daddy-" you stop yourself, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, fingers clenching into your skirt.
you finally have your boyfriend's attention, looking down his nose at you, letting out a questioning hum. but you can't get the words out as everyone's eyes are on you, mockery laced in their laughs. ten holds back the smirk from tugging onto his lips. so adorable.
he knows xiaojun and hendery are making fun of him, but he can't bring himself to care—the embarrassed look on your face is everything he wants to see right now; those big, rounded eyes gazing at him so helplessly, your puffed out cheeks that he knows are hot to the touch, bottom lip jutted out, that cute familiar pout decorating your kissable lips...
"i have... an issue," you whisper and he notices how you close your legs tightly.
"what is it, angel?" he asks, leaning over your frame, caging you with his body.
you stare back at him sheepishly, a look that clearly means 'i can't say it here'. he guesses what's wrong with how you clench your legs, bringing the hem of your skirt down, barely covering anything. he narrows his eyes at you, wondering if he should force you to say it—but that'd be too cruel, you're just too stupid for your own good.
he's not surprised when he brings you to the car to discover that the problem was his cum seeping from your cunt, dripping down your inner thighs to the point of forming a wet patch on your skirt. he finds it amusing at first—that's why you were clenching your thighs so tightly, trying to keep his cum from leaking out of your little pussy. how endearing.
"you made me walk out on my friends for that little mess?" he grins, legs wide open on each side of his hips, his favourite position to see you in. how useless you are, needing ten to solve every little problem you have, crying from embarrassment.
"'m sorry," you babble out, strings of spit sticking to your pouty lips. "i felt it..." you make a little disgusted face, scrunching up your nose. "it was too uncomfortable," you explain in a whiny voice.
maybe he should've left you your panties this morning when he couldn't help but bend you over the bed and fuck your little cunt until you were nothing but a brainless mess just before going out to lunch. but that would've been less fun, right?
ten chuckles, trailing his hands over your thighs. "you don't like it when daddy claims what's his? when he cums in that slutty pussy of yours?" he teases, feeling how your breath hitches at his vulgar words, obvious lust in your eyes.
you love it—love being used, love being your boyfriend's dumb little cocksleeve, walking around with his cum leaking out of you and into your panties. you feel possessed, cared for in a way.
"tennie..." you whine again, wanting his teasing to end, but he loves it too much to stop.
"that's not my name, angel," he smiles, "be good and i might clean up that mess for you."
you don't need more convincing than that, daddy slipping past your lips like second nature, like it's always been ten's name. his head nestled between your soft thighs, sucking your folds in his mouth lewdly, short nails digging into your flesh, your fingers pulling on his hair while you moan and cry.
your legs are shaking so much, thrown over his shoulders, back leaned over the backseats—everything feels like a daze, waves of pleasure blinding your mind, making you lose all sense of reality. all you know is ten's name and the feeling of his tongue flicking over your clit.
you cum about 3 times, complaining about how sensitive you are, how you can't take more, but ten forces more orgasms out of you, kinda punishing you for being so useless—though he will never teach you how to be less dependent on him. he loves you too much, he needs you to be his dumb little angel, his helpless but adorable girlfriend.
Paring: !popular guy! haechan x ! popular guy! ten x f! reader
Genre: college! au, smut
Synopsis: You're paired with the most popular guys in your school, Ten and Haechan, for a group project. Everyone seems to love them and fall for their charm but you simply couldn’t understand why. But now, you’re entangled between two best friends, caught in their pull…
Warnings: smut. !teasing dom! haechan/ten, they’re both best friends, the reader can be a little shy at times, sub reader, mention/use of alcohol, dirty talk, teasing, praise/ slight degradation, heavy cumplay(you have been warned…) (3some), oral (f. giving), thigh riding, edging, hair pulling, manhelded, light voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, drunk/unprotected sex
Word Count: 10.5k words
A/N: Listen I made this fic to feed into my own delusions because I want them both so bad 😭🙏🏾. It’s the way I never see anyone make a fic of the both of them…
At first, the library was silent, except for the soft rustling of pages and the quiet footsteps of those browsing the shelves. You sat at a wooden table near the back, chin propped on your hand, eyes flicking between the textbook in front of you and the half-empty Word document glowing dimly on your laptop. The project was due next week, and despite your better judgment, you’d somehow end up stuck with the most well-known people in your school: Ten and Haechan.
Everyone at the college loved them—Ten for his effortless charm and quick wit, and Haechan for his playful smirk and endless energy. Together, they were practically irresistible. You, however, weren’t so easily impressed. Sure, they were undeniably attractive—maybe even annoyingly so, but their constant antics were exhausting.
Ten lounged across from you, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers as he skimmed through a stack of notes. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and every so often, he’d push it back with an easy flick of his wrist. Meanwhile, Haechan slouched to your left, half-heartedly typing while humming a pop song under his breath. They were supposed to help with the presentation, but all they did was interrupt and bicker.
“Seriously, can you guys focus?” you snapped, patience wearing thin.
Haechan huffed, crossing his arms. “Tell him to stop acting like he’s some kind of gaming expert.”
Ten scoffed, leaning back. “I can’t help it if I’m just naturally better.”
“You’re not,” Haechan shot back.
“Your aim is trash.”
“And yet, I still clutched that last round,” Ten said smugly. “
That was lag!”
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oh my god, can you two drop it and actually help? You’re annoying everyone.”
Haechan snickered, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. No one cares. They’re too busy pretending to study while sneaking glances at me and Ten.”
You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent less time worrying about your stupid little video game, we’d get something done.”
Ten leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, eyes glittering with amusement. “Are you always this uptight, or are you planning hard to get and you secretly love being in our group?”
That was the last straw. “I don’t love anything about this group, except how fast I’m leaving once we’re done.”
Your voice had risen just enough to catch the librarian’s attention. She shot you a sharp glare over her glasses, arms crossed in clear disapproval.
“Enough. Take your noise elsewhere—you’re too loud.”
Before you could protest, she was already ushering you, Haechan, and Ten toward the exit. You muttered apologies, but it was clear you weren’t welcome back anytime soon.
Once outside, you whirled on them. “Great. Where are we supposed to work now?”
Ten and Haechan were laughing, clearly not taking you seriously.
“Oh, you think this is funny?” you snapped.
Haechan tried to collect himself, but his grin gave him away. “Sorry, it’s just… we’ve didn’ never seen you this mad before.”
“Well, maybe that’s because I actually wanted to start this project, and neither of you has even looked at it,” you huffed.
That seemed to guilt them—at least a little. Ten placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a small smile. “Hey, we’re sorry for the dumb arguments. It’s always this guy’s fault for starting them anyway.”
“Hey!” Haechan protested, offended.
You chuckled despite yourself, feeling a bit better. With a sigh, you said, “Come on, let’s just work at my dorm.”
They exchanged glances before nodding.
Ten smirked. “Good idea. At least your dorm won’t have a cranky librarian.”
You all laughed as you headed off together.
Back in your apartment dorm, the air felt heavier, more intimate. The space seemed to amplify the tension, especially knowing you’d be stuck with Ten and Haechan for the next few hours, your sanctuary invaded.
Trying to ignore their amused chatter, you moved through the space, heading to your room to change into something more comfortable—a cropped top and loose shorts. It was nothing unusual, but when you stepped back out, you noticed their eyes lingering.
Haechan’s usual smirk faltered for just a second, his gaze flicking from your bare waist to your thighs before he quickly looked away. Ten, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a prickle down your spine, a slow smile tugging at his lips.
“Nice outfit,” he said casually, leaning back against the wall. His tone was light, but there was something else in his gaze—something new.
“Yeah,” Haechan added, his voice quieter than usual. “It’s… cute.”
You crossed your arms, ignoring the sudden warmth in your face. “Thanks… now let's focus, we have a lot of work to do.”
But as the evening dragged on, the shift in the air became impossible to ignore. Ten’s gaze lingered a little too long, and Haechan’s teasing remarks carried a different edge. You became hyper-aware of every move, every accidental brush of skin as you worked side by side. And though you’d never admit it, a small part of you didn’t entirely mind.
You start to wonder if you can even handle being in a group with them…
A few days had passed, and the three of you had gradually started working more on the project together. But today, it was just you and Ten. Haechan was stuck at soccer practice so he wasn’t able to make it. You couldn’t ignore the tension between you.
Ten sat across from you at the dining table, his dark eyes scanning his screen, though his focus seemed divided. You could feel his gaze lingering—on your face, your hands, the curve of your neck.
“Something wrong?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you typed away.
“No.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching with an exaggerated sigh. The hem of his hoodie lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin. “Just thinking about how weird it is without Haechan here. It’s so quiet.”
It was noticeably quieter without Haechan filling every silence with endless chatter.
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you muttered, glancing up at him. “We might actually get something done.”
Ten’s lips curled into a slow, almost dangerous smile. “You don’t like working with him?”
“I don’t like either of you, to be honest. But I don’t have a choice,” you corrected.
His gaze sharpened, watching you intently, and it was starting to unravel something inside you.
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“This cranky,” he teased. “Every time we work on this project, you never loosen up.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You two barely help as it is and never focus when I try to talk to you about it.”
Ten pushed his laptop aside, folding his arms on the table as he leaned in closer, his eyes tracing over your features. “I can fix that,” he murmured. “I’ll start paying more attention.” His gaze flickered downward, lingering just a moment too long.
You shifted in your seat, avoiding his eyes.
“You know, you’re different when we’re alone.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re… more shy,” he said.
His gaze dipped briefly before returning to yours, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And you’re more on edge…maybe even nervous?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smirked. “Then why can’t you look me in the eye, love?”
The pet name caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could respond, his fingers grazed the back of your hand—a fleeting touch, but one that sent a trail of warmth up your arm.
The air between you shifted. The room felt smaller, the distance between you shrinking even though neither of you had moved.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.
“I—” you started, but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on—made your voice falter. He got up from his seat and made his way over to you and sat beside you.
He then leaned in, closing the space between you. His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening it. Before you knew it, you were on the couch, straddling his lap.
Ten’s hands found your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. The soft groan he let out when you shifted against him sent a shiver down your spine. You tested the friction between you, and his fingers tightened their grip, anchoring you in place. His lips left yours, trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.
“Fuck, Ten… we shouldn’t be doing this. We have so much—”
Your words cut off with a sharp inhale as his hands slid lower, cupping your ass.
A quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.
“Oh, come on, sweetie,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re just taking a little break, right?”
Typical. He always found a way to get what he wanted.
“Besides… you could use one after working so hard on this project, don’t you think?”
You could only nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. Your hips rolled against him, and his grip on you tightened. He let out a low groan, his control slipping.
“Mhm, since you love grinding on me so much,” he murmured, his voice low, “how about you do that for me on my thigh?”
You blinked, taken aback. “You can’t be serious…”
“Very.” His gaze darkened, sharp, and unwavering.
Hesitantly, you straddled his thigh, your body already aching for more. As you began to move, the friction sent a rush of pleasure through you, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. Ten’s grip on your waist tightened, his breath hitching.
“God, you look so good like this,” he coaxed.
“Shut up—”
He flexed his thigh beneath you, and the sudden pressure made you moan—a sound that caught both of you off guard.
“Aww,” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “It’s cute that you think you can talk back to me.” His fingers traced slow circles over your hips. “Besides… you like the attention I’m giving you.”
You finally understood the pull he had on people. He always knew exactly what to say, effortlessly drawing them in, keeping them hanging on his every word. And somehow, you’d fallen right into his hands.
Your movements quickened, the tension in your body coiling tighter. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, barely able to hold yourself together.
“Mhm, are you close, my pretty girl?” he hummed and all you could do was nod.
“Then let go for me.”
With a final roll of your hips, pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling against him. You barely registered the mess you had made, too lost in the lingering high.
“Damn,” Ten chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “You were really pent up, huh?”
Embarrassment flooded through you. You couldn’t even look at him. You had completely fallen into his trap.
“Whatever,” you muttered, scrambling off him. "Can we just clean up now and actually get back to work on this project?"
He laughed and agreed, the teasing glint in his eyes never fading. But as you got up to grab a washcloth, he caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
“Just know this isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice lower, more serious. “We’ll continue this another time.”
You stared at him, startled by the weight of his words—like he meant every single one. Slowly, you nodded, signaling your understanding.
The two of you cleaned up and got back to work, but no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t shake what had just happened. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted to.
A few days later…
Haechan showed up at your dorm much earlier than expected, that same cocky look on his face as he breezed in, making himself at home. You should’ve been annoyed, but strangely, you weren’t.
"Where’s Ten?" he asked, walking right past you and flopping onto your bed like he actually lives here.
“He’s coming later,” you muttered, trying to ignore how his legs sprawled out, taking up way too much of the bed.
“Guess it’s just us then,” he said, his smirk widening as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You don’t look thrilled.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on the project in front of you, but before you could, Haechan was leaning over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear as he glanced at your screen.
“So, how was working with Ten last time? I bet you missed me,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You couldn’t help but think back to the last time you’d worked with Ten. The memory of it made heat rise in your chest, and you wondered, just for a moment, if Ten had told Haechan about what had happened between you two.
“Not in the slightest,” you shot back. “I get more work done with him than I ever do with you.”
“So you like him more than me?” Haechan asked, his voice laced with a mock pout.
“Well, I didn’t say all that…” You paused, looking down at your hands. “It’s just quieter when you’re not around. And I will admit, I sometimes kind of miss—actually, never mind.”
You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to tease you about whatever you were about to say.
“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. What were you going to say?” His voice turned flirtatious, the kind of tone that made your stomach twist in ways you hated to admit.
You hated when he did this—when he played with you, knowing just how to push your buttons. He loved seeing you become a mess, trying to keep your composure while he unraveled you bit by bit.
“It’s nothing, alright? Now, unlike you, I actually care about passing, so can you please stop teasing me and help me with this work?” you snapped, trying to get back to the project.
But instead of listening, he swiveled your chair to face him, locking eyes with you. His usual playful gaze was now replaced with something deeper, something more intense. He was towering over you as you sat up to look at him, his hands resting firmly on the armrests of your chair as he leaned down, looking at you with an intensity that made you catch your breath.
“Forget about the work for a second and focus on me,” he murmured, with one of his hands slowly creeping down to your thigh. “I want to know what you were going to say.”
Your breath hitched, and your heart raced as his thumb moved in slow circles against your skin. You couldn’t find your words. His touch felt like fire, and it left you frozen.
“I was going to say that I kind of missed you…” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it.
He gave a low, amused chuckle. “Wait, really? I thought you didn’t like me because I always talk your ear off. ”His tone was playful, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice.
You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. “Well, I don’t mind it, to be honest. You kind of help me unwind when you make me laugh. Your jokes really do help, and they make me forget about the project for a bit. Not that Ten isn’t funny... he is, just quieter and mostly keeps to himself, you know?”
Haechan was quiet for a moment, clearly surprised by your confession. He genuinely thought you didn’t like him. But now, hearing you say this, something shifted in his expression. Maybe you’d grown a little soft for him after all.
Haechan’s eyes softened, just for a moment, before the smirk returned, wider and more confident than before. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers lingered on your thigh, the contact sending a jolt of heat through you.
“Didn’t think I had that effect on you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.
You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.
You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.
“I bet you do this to all the girls you mess with,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned your chair back around to focus on the work.
Haechan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear in a way that made it hard to think. “Only the ones I really want,” he replied, his voice low, almost a whisper.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the work in front of you, but it felt impossible with him so close. The heat from his body, the way his breath ghosted over your skin—it was all too much.
"Why are you doing this?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as your typed away on your laptop.
His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but now it had a sharper edge. "Because I can," he said simply, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles on your skin. "And because you haven’t told me to stop."
You gasped at his words, but couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. Instead, something inside you shifted, and the line between annoyance and attraction started to come together.
"I-I thought you were here to help me with the project," you said, trying to break the tension with a half-hearted attempt at humor.
"Who says we can’t multitask?" His grin widened as he moved to side of you so he can look down at you and see the bashful look on your face. "Besides, I think we’re doing a pretty good job of it already."
Your pulse quickened, and you realized you weren’t sure where this was headed anymore. The teasing and flirting were growing more intense, more real, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to stop or keep going.
Before you could respond, he lowered his voice again, towering down to the side of your face with his lips dangerously close to your ear. “So, what’s it gonna be? You want me to help with the work... or something else?”
The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation, and you knew there was no turning back now.
Haechan's eyes never left yours, his smirk deepening as he slowly, deliberately, moved closer. His hands found the armrests of your chair, trapping you in place as he loomed over you, his presence all-consuming. Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs as the heat between you both thickened.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you, making it impossible to ignore the way he was looking at you—like he had already won.
Your fingers twitched over your laptop keyboard, but your mind was blank. The work in front of you might as well have been in another language for all the attention you could give it. Haechan knew it too. He could see the way your lips parted slightly, the way your body betrayed you, leaning in despite yourself.
He then knelt down for a kiss.
Soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, he tilted his head and deepened it. His lips moved against yours with slow, intoxicating confidence, his tongue slipping between them, tasting you, claiming you. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he pressed closer, bending down to make up for the height difference while you sat frozen in your chair.
But he didn’t want to keep bending down to reach you.
Without warning, he grabbed your laptop, placed it on the bed, and shoved everything off your desk, letting it scatter carelessly.
He grabbed you, and picked you up as if it was nothing. A small gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as he carried you to the desk.
“Hey—” you barely got the protest out before he set you down on the cleared desk, stepping between your thighs and pulling you flush against him.
“You’ll live,” he murmured against your lips, his hands already roaming, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist like he owned you.
Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for stability, but really, you just wanted to feel him, to confirm this was real. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous. “You taste even better than I thought,” he admitted, smirking as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, teasing, testing.
You swallowed hard, your skin burning from his touch, from the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close, not wanting him to leave.
“You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.
“Only because I know what I want.”
He was kissing you again, harder this time, hungrier. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them as he pressed closer, trapping you between his body and the desk.You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the way he tasted, the way his fingers gripped your skin and how his tongue moved with yours as if he had all the time in the world.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away, only to take your place in the chair. He sat down, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, settling you on his lap like you belonged there.
“There,” he breathed, looking up at you with hooded eyes, his fingers brushing your hair back before trailing down your spine. “Much better.”
Your heart raced in your chest, your fingers threading through his dark hair as you looked down at him, breathless, caught between disbelief and raw desire. The way he gazed up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hands on your hips, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt—it was clear this wasn’t over.
Haechan’s touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing your neck. His hand moved lower, fingertips skimming the waistband of your shorts before slipping inside. Your breath caught as his fingers found your heat, his touch deliberate and teasing.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with desire, his fingers pressing where you needed them most. “Already so wet for me.”
Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he worked you slowly, his fingers curling, coaxing pleasure from you with each calculated stroke. The way he watched you, reveling in your little reactions. Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the sensation, but he kept you on the edge, never giving you quite enough.
Just as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, a sharp knock at your front door broke the moment.
Both of you froze. Your breath was ragged, your body trembling as you tried to make sense of reality again. Haechan’s fingers still rested inside you, a silent, frustrated pause between you before the knock came again, louder this time.
“Shit,” you whispered, scrambling to reach for your phone as it buzzed on the desk beside you.
Haechan smirked, watching you with lazy amusement as you answered the call, pressing the phone to your ear while attempting to steady your breathing.
“Hey, I’m here I’ve been knocking on your door for awhile now,” Ten’s voice came through, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. “Are you home? Also, I remember Haechan told me he was going to be there earlier than me. Is he with you right now?”
You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t hear Ten knocking on your door for the past five minutes. You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to sound normal, despite the heat still pulsing through your veins. “Uh—yeah! Yes, I’m home and yeah he is here. I’ll be there in a second.”
You ended the call, exhaling sharply, your gaze snapping to Haechan, who hadn’t moved an inch. His smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over your thigh before pulling away completely, leaving you aching, unsatisfied.
“Guess you have to go let him in,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.
You shot him a glare before scrambling off his lap, your legs still shaky as you hurried to fix your clothes. The smug look on his face only made your frustration grow.
The project was finally turned in, freeing the three of you from hours of cramped sessions, awkward tension, and the intense moments that had built up between you and each of them.You thought you could finally breathe—maybe even return to normal. But as you sat in your dorm with Ten and Haechan sprawled lazily on your bed, your mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened.
Since you had all worked so hard on the project, you figured you deserved to celebrate, cracking open a bottle of your favorite alcohol and passing around shot glasses. The familiar burn of liquor settled in your stomach as the three of you took turns, the warmth spreading through your veins.
Haechan, as usual, wore that signature smirk of his, arm draped over the edge of the bed as he teased Ten about something trivial. Ten, leaning back against your headboard with his legs crossed, watched in quiet amusement, his dark eyes flicking between you and Haechan. The dynamic between them was as natural as ever—so why did it feel like you were under a microscope every time Ten’s gaze lingered on you?
“You’re quiet,” he noted, his voice smooth yet concerned. “You’re always like that, but this time it feels… different.”
“I’m fine,” you said, forcing reassurance into your tone. “Just relieved we finally finished the project.”
“You want to get rid of us that quickly, huh?” Haechan teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.
“Well, not necessarily… I just—”
“Oh, stop teasing her. You’re making her uncomfortable when you do that,” Ten interjected, rolling his eyes.
“What? It’s a valid question,” Haechan scoffed, sitting up a little. “She even said herself that once the project was over, she was done with us. Hell, I’m surprised she even invited us back to her place.”
You hesitated, his words lingering. He wasn’t entirely wrong. At the beginning, you hadn’t wanted to be grouped with them. But after spending so much time together, you had started to see them differently—especially after everything that had happened between the three of you.
Ten studied you, sharp gaze reading you too well. “Actually… he has a point.” His voice was quieter now, more curious than teasing. “What changed?”
You swallowed, glancing between them. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe... maybe I just got used to you guys.”
Haechan smirked, leaning in slightly. “Got used to us, huh? That’s one way to put it.”
The air in the room thickened again, that same tension from the past week creeping back in. But this time, there was no project keeping you together—only whatever this was, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.
Haechan’s playful expression never wavered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. “Oh, you got used to us alright—especially with me. Do you remember what happened the other day when it was just us alone?”
Your heart stopped. He was bluffing. He had to be. He wouldn’t—
Ten’s eyebrows lifted, his smirk deepening. “The other day? What happened the other day?”
“Nothing,” you blurted, shooting Haechan a sharp look. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The alcohol just getting to him.
“Oh, but you know exactly what I’m talking about, love.” Haechan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he grinned at you placing his hand on his cheek. “And I think Ten might want to know how—”
“Okay!” you cut him off, your voice a bit too loud. “How about we play a game instead of… whatever this is?”
Ten’s gaze flicked between you and Haechan, curiosity piqued, but he let it slide—for now. He reached for his drink, shrugging. “Sure. What game?”
“Truth or dare,” Haechan suggested immediately, his grin looking sinster.
You hesitated, knowing full well this could only end badly. But with both of them watching you expectantly, you nodded. “Fine.”
At first, the game was harmless. Ten dared Haechan to chug his drink; Haechan asked Ten about the weirdest place he’d ever hooked up with someone. But it didn’t take long for the questions to turn more personal, the tension thickening with each round.
Finally, it was Haechan’s turn to ask you. He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily as he fixed you with a look that made your stomach churn. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.
His grin widened. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but never had the chance to?”
You hesitated, your mind racing. You could lie and say something safe, but the alcohol buzzing in your veins made your tongue slip. “I’ve…always kind of wanted to try a threesome,” you admitted, your face burning the moment the words left your mouth.
The room went silent.
You didn’t dare look at either of them, but you could feel their stares, the weight of their shock, and something else entirely.
“Wow,” Ten finally said, his voice low and laced with amusement. “Did not see that coming.”
Haechan, on the other hand, laughed outright, his grin practically splitting his face. “Shit, really? A threesome?”
“Shut up,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Oh no, no, no,” Ten said, his tone teasing. “You can’t drop something like that and then get shy about it. That’s not how this works.”
“Yeah,” Haechan added, shifting closer to you on the bed. “Now we’re curious.”
You peeked through your fingers, gaze darting between them. Ten’s smirk was sharper than ever, and Haechan was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
“What are you guys doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing,” Ten said innocently, though the look in his eyes told a different story. “Just wondering if that’s something you’d want to… explore.”
Your heart pounded. “You’re joking.”
“Does it look like we’re joking?” Haechan asked, his hand coming to rest on your knee. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver up your spine.
“This is crazy,” you said, shaking your head, but neither of them moved away.
“Maybe,” Ten said, leaning in closer. “But you’re not telling us to stop.”
Before you could respond, Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against your thigh. At the same time, Ten’s fingers found your chin, tilting your face toward him. His dark eyes searched yours, waiting for hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft yet teasing, coaxing you to relax.
Haechan wasn’t as patient. His lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hand still inching up your thigh.
Ten’s touch slid beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist. “You’re shaking,” he murmured against your lips, voice low, almost cruel. “What’s the matter? Too much for you?”
Haechan chuckled against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “Bet you’re loving every second of this, though. Aren’t you?”
You couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything but let out a soft whimper as Ten’s hands slid higher, fingertips grazing your heated skin. Haechan’s lips found your ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispered darkly,
“Let’s see how much you can take.”
Ten’s lips left yours, but his dark eyes never wavered from your face. A slow smirk played on his lips as he studied you—needy, breathless, already trembling. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the thick haze of arousal clouding your mind. “So worked up already, and we’ve barely even touched you.”
Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, his palm searing through the thin fabric of your shorts. He leaned back slightly, gaze raking over your parted lips, the way your chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. “You’re acting so shy,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, “but I can feel how much you want this. You’re practically shaking.”
You opened your mouth to retort, to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat when Ten’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin. He started to grope at your chest, making you whimper. The teasing softness of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and Haechan let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of you caught between the two of them.
Haechan chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying how easily you melted between them. “What’s the matter?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Are you scared? Or are you too busy imagining what it’d be like if we really gave you what you wanted?
Your breath hitched, and warmth rushed to your face at the bluntness of his words. “You’re… you’re both ridiculous,” you managed, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.
Ten tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’re ridiculous?” His fingers trailed down to your ribs, causing you to shudder. “Says the one who just admitted they’ve been fantasizing about a threesome.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You’re not very good at hiding how much you want this, you know.”
The warmth in your face spreads down your neck and throughout your whole body. The alcohol was starting to take effect, making you feel hot all over. You instinctively tried to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you locked in place.
“Don’t go running now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re just getting started.”
Ten’s fingers found your chin again, tilting your face toward his. “That’s right,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re going to stay right here and take what we give you, aren’t you?”
Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might die in this moment, and when Ten’s lips captured yours again, you felt like you were going to pass out. This kiss was deeper—hungrier—his tongue teasing yours with a deliberate slowness that drove you insane. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped you when Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingertips teasing the edge of your shorts.
Ten pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Why don’t you show us how much you want this?” he said, his tone equal parts coaxing and commanding. “Go ahead, pick one of us.”
Your eyes widened, darting between the two of them. The weight of their gazes, the smugness of their smirks—it was overwhelming. It sent a hot pulse of anticipation pooling between your thighs. Finally, you reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they pressed against Ten’s chest.
His smirk softened into something darker, more possessive. “Good choice,” he murmured, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him.
“You’re lucky,” Haechan drawled from behind, his tone rich with amusement as he leaned lazily against the headboard, watching the two of you with a grin.
Ten chuckled, his hands sliding up your sides as he kissed you again. This time, his lips and tongue worked with slow, deliberate precision, savoring the way you melted beneath him. Behind you, Haechan’s presence loomed—his gaze burning into your back as he observed every shift, every sound you made.
“You look good like this,” Haechan murmured after a moment, voice low and teasing. “All desperate and needy. I wonder if you’ll look even better bent over for us.”
The words sent a jolt of heat through you, and Ten must have felt it because he smirked against your lips. “Looks like someone likes the sound of that,” he murmured, fingers tightening around your waist. He shifted beneath you, letting you feel just how much he was enjoying this. “Go on, then. Show us what you can do.”
Your breath hitched, but your body moved before your mind could catch up. You slid off Ten’s lap, hands pressing into the mattress as you bent yourself over for Haechan, heat crawling up your neck as you met Ten’s gaze. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. When you hesitated, his hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.
“Don’t be shy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
Behind you, Haechan moved closer, his hands sliding over your shoulders as he leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Better make it good,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “We’ve been waiting for this all night.”
The room felt impossibly small, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for Ten, fingers working at his belt. His smirk deepened, and when Haechan’s hands slid down to your waist, pulling you back against him, you realized there was no turning back now.
The soft clink of metal filled the space between you. Ten’s gaze was dark, heavy-lidded with anticipation, watching as you tugged his jeans down just enough to expose the growing bulge straining against his boxers.
“You’re eager,” Ten murmured, his voice low and teasing, watching as your fingers trembled slightly while sliding under the waistband of his boxers. “I like that.”
You swallowed hard, unsure if it was his words, the sheer intensity of the moment, or the way Haechan’s grip tightened around your hips that sent another wave of heat coursing through your body.
“Let me help you with that,” Haechan murmured from behind, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly as he tugged them down, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.
“Fuck,” Haechan muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with approval as he let his fingers trail over the curve of your bare ass. “You’ve been hiding this from us?”
Ten chuckled above you, his fingers threading into your hair. "Don't distract her, Haechan. She has a job to do."
Haechan smirked, his hands lingering for a moment before shifting to his pants. “Fine. But don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”
You barely had time to process their banter before Ten’s hand guided your head closer, his cock now free and standing tall before you. The sight of it made your stomach twist in nervous excitement, and the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you made your skin tingle.
“Open up,” he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his tone calm but commanding.
You parted your lips hesitantly, and he groaned softly as you took him into your mouth, your tongue running along his length as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you. He was thick, and the stretch was enough to make your jaw ache slightly, but the low, breathy curses he let out encouraged you to keep going.
“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you into a steady rhythm. “Just like that.”
Behind you, Haechan’s hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back until you were bent over in front of him, your knees spread wide. He slid his fingers along your inner thigh, teasingly close but never quite where you needed them most.
“You’re dripping,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness as he slid a finger through your slick folds. You whined softly around Ten’s cock, the vibrations making him groan and tighten his grip on your hair.
“Don’t tease,” Ten muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “You’ll break her before we even get started.”
Haechan laughed softly, but his teasing didn’t last much longer. He started to finger at your cunt at a rough and delibrate pace. You felt yourself squeezed around him and he took notice of that.
"Mhm, you like this, don’t you, baby? Who would’ve thought you could be such a little slut?"
Your core clenched around his fingers at his degrading words.
“Woah, you’re so needy—it reminds me of last time.”
You froze. Just for a second.
Ten was struggling to keep his composure, drowning in the way you were sucking the life out of him, trying to tune out Haechan’s blabbering. But his ears perked up at those words. Last time?
“Wait… what do you mean by that?” Ten’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the heat in the room.
“Oh? She really didn’t tell you?” Haechan chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement. “Well, that day I came over early to work on our project together… let’s just say she was making a fucking mess in my lap, with my fingers shoved so deep inside her. She was close—so fucking close—until you showed up and cockblocked us.”
Ten stiffened. His grip on you tightened.
He thought he was the only one. Turns out, you’d been spreading your legs for Haechan too.
His voice dropped, laced with something darker. “Is that true, baby?”
You couldn’t answer. Shame burned through you. It wasn’t like you meant to lead them on… you just wanted them both.
Your silence pissed him off. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Answer me.”
For the first time, you felt intimidated by him. A little afraid.
But also… excited.
A part of you liked seeing him like this—possessive.
“Y-yes… it’s true…”
Ten didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His silence spoke volumes as he suddenly shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock. Your eyes widened, tears welling up as you instinctively gripped the sheets, your throat tightening around him.
“So, I’m guessing, love, you haven’t told Haechan about what we did not too long ago either?”
Haechan’s eyes flicked toward Ten, curiosity piqued. His fingers never slowed as they worked inside you, meticulous, teasing, pushing deeper as he turned his attention toward him.
“Wait… don’t tell me something happened between you two, too.”
Ten smirked. Arrogant. Smug. One hand braced on the mattress as he leaned back slightly, the other still tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he pushed you even deeper on his cock.
“Oh, we did something, alright. Unlike you, I actually made her cum—right on my thigh, at that.”
Haechan’s brows lifted in surprise. He hadn’t realized just how desperate you were. How needy. He gave your ass a light smack, making you jolt, a muffled moan vibrating around Ten’s cock, causing him to moan and throw his head back.
“No way… wow. And here I thought we were the slutty ones.” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head. “But you? You really just like getting passed around by the both us, huh?”
His words alone made your whole body tighten, pleasure pooling low in your stomach. You squirmed, barely able to control yourself. And he noticed.
“Oh? Are you close, sweetie?”
You couldn’t answer. Not properly. But you tried to mouth a desperate "yes" around Ten’s cock, the vibrations of your voice making his hips twitch, sending him closer to the edge. Haechan didn’t waste a second, fingers moving faster, deeper, maliciously curling until you shattered around them, a slick mess pooling beneath you.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, his fingers slowing as he pulled them out, coated in your release. “I can’t believe you came so quick… but I’m not done with you yet.”
Your breath hitched as you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. Then the rustle of fabric.
A moment later, you felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your body trembled as he pushed forward, the stretch immediate, overwhelming, sending a gasp tearing from your throat.
“Shit,” Haechan hissed, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you back onto him, sinking inch by inch. “So fucking tight.”
The fullness of him made your thighs shake, made your fingers curl into the sheets. He didn’t give you long to adjust. Not even a second. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the force knocking the breath from your lungs, making you jolt around Ten’s cock.
“Careful,” Ten warned, though his voice was strained, his fingers flexing in your hair. “She can’t exactly focus on me if you’re going to fuck them like that.”
Haechan only smirked, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the room echo with the sound of skin meeting skin.
“Maybe I don’t want her to focus,” he shot back, his voice laced with amusement. “I want her to have no thoughts in that pretty head of hers.”
Your moans were muffled, choked by the cock filling your mouth, and the sensation sent Ten spiraling, his hips rocking up to meet you, his grip on your hair unrelenting. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your skin as he guided you, helping you take him deeper.
“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with heat. “So eager to please… I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Behind you, Haechan let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding up your waist before gripping you harder. “Guess we bring the slutty side out of them.”
His words were punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out around Ten’s cock, your whole body quivering. The overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by both of them made your head spin.
“Shit,” Ten groaned, his fingers tightening. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
Ten’s hips stilled. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out a low, guttural moan, his release spilling into your throat. You swallowed on instinct, the warmth flooding your senses as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you still for just a moment before he slowly eased you off him.
“Good.” His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his gaze dark, approving. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
Before you could catch your breath and process what just happened, Haechan’s hands slid up your back, pressing you down slightly as his thrusts grew rougher. More desperate. Bruising.
And he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
“Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,” Ten muttered, his voice taut with restraint as he chased his own release.
Your body trembled, every nerve lit up, tension coiling tighter and tighter. You were long past resistance—willing, desperate, ready to let them take whatever they wanted.
Ten wanted more. Wanted control.
He moved to take Haechan’s place, pushing him aside effortlessly.
His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further apart, forcing you open beneath him. Your legs shook as he adjusted you at the very edge of the bed, your head hanging back over the side, hair spilling to the floor. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to your face, making your vision swim, but the only thing you could focus on was Ten looming over you, his dark, hungry gaze drinking you in like he’d waited his whole life for this.
Behind him, Haechan leaned back lazily in your desk chair, arms crossed, amusement curling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t going anywhere—he wanted to sit back and watch, wanted to see exactly how much of a mess you became beneath Ten. His cock, still slick from your arousal, lay heavy in his hand as he stroked himself leisurely, the sight sending another wave of heat flooding through you.
“Look at you,” Ten murmured, voice smooth, taunting, as he slid his hands up your thighs, thumbs pressing into your soft flesh. “All laid out for us, completely at our mercy. Is this what you wanted all along?”
You turned your face, the heat of shame burning at your chest, but Ten wasn’t having it. His fingers caught your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Don’t get shy now,” he smirked, eyes glinting with something wicked. “You’ve been begging for this for weeks, haven’t you? Strutting around in those little crop tops, teasing us while we worked on that stupid project. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?”
“You didn’t make it easy for us,” Haechan chimed in, voice dripping with mockery. “Bending over in front of us, dropping pens like it was an accident. You wanted us to look. You wanted us to see what we could do to you.”
“That’s not—”
Your protest was cut off with a sharp thrust, Ten pushing inside, stretching you open inch by inch. A startled gasp tore from your throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, filling you completely.
“Don’t lie,” he growled, his voice dropping lower as he gripped your waist, holding you still as your body clenched around him. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaking wet—dripping all over me like you’ve been dying for this.”
The position made every thrust hit impossibly deep, your body arching off the bed as he moved, slow and deliberate at first, dragging pleasure through you with every stroke.
“Fuck,” Haechan muttered from his chair, his hand moving over himself as he watched, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “You’re really taking him, huh? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this every time you pretended to hate us.”
“Remember that day you yelled at us for being too loud?” Ten taunted, his pace quickening, each thrust sending a shockwave through you. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and sinful. “Bet the only reason you wanted us to keep coming over was because you were hoping we’d fuck you right then and there. Probably got yourself off to the thought of it, didn’t you?”
Your pride flared, warring with the undeniable truth. You shook your head weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips tilting up, chasing more.
Haechan clicked his tongue, unimpressed. He pushed himself out of the chair, stepping forward, leaning down until his face hovered inches from yours. His hand wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking himself as he spoke.
“Answer him,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Tell the truth, or we’ll stop right now.”
The thought of them stopping—leaving you like this, empty, aching—was unbearable.
“I…” Your breath hitched, voice barely a whisper. “You’re right. About everything…”
Haechan laughed, low and dark, standing straight again as he resumed stroking himself. “Knew it. You’ve been obsessed with us this whole time.”
Ten groaned at your admission, fingers tightening around your thighs as he thrust into you harder, his control slipping. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, voice ragged. “Can’t believe we wasted all that time working on that stupid project when we could’ve been doing this.”
You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you as he fucked you faster, the sound of his hips slamming into yours filling the room. Each thrust pushed you closer, every nerve in your body strung so tight you thought you might snap.
“You’re such a mess,” Haechan mused, eyes locked on where Ten disappeared inside you over and over. “Moaning like a desperate little whore, like this is all you’ve ever wanted.”
Ten smirked, leaning down again, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Maybe if you’d just been honest from the start, we could’ve given you this sooner.” His teeth grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You didn’t have to play so hard to get.”
The words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure ripping through you in an overwhelming wave, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you clenched down hard around him.
Ten cursed under his breath, movements stuttering as your orgasm dragged him closer to his own. And he wasn’t far behind.
"Fuck," he muttered, voice tight as he pounded into you harder, fingers digging into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. "You’re gonna make me—"
Before he could finish, his hips slammed flush against yours, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as warmth flooded deep inside you. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine as he collapsed onto you, breath ragged.
"Don’t think you’re done yet," Haechan’s voice cut through the haze, dark and amused. He stepped closer, cock still hard, still ready. "It’s my turn now."
Ten’s pace never faltered, each thrust deep and ruthless, fucking you through your orgasm like he had no intention of stopping. Your head hung off the edge of the bed, back arched as he drove into you with a force that left your whole body trembling. His grip on your thighs was bruising, possessive, dragging you onto his cock with every sharp snap of his hips.
"Look at you," Ten growled, eyes raking over you, voice rough with hunger. "Taking it so well. Like you were made for this."
A low chuckle came from the side—Haechan, stepping in closer, dark amusement curling at the edge of his voice. "You’re hogging all the fun, Ten. Move over. I’ve got a better idea."
Ten smirked but didn’t stop. "Go ahead. They’ve got a mouth too, don’t they?"
Your chest heaved as Haechan came to stand by the bed, stroking himself lazily, already hard again. His grin was sharp, wicked.
"Open up," he ordered, tone laced with amusement. "You’ve been so good for us so far. Let’s see how much more you can take."
Your body was already shaking from Ten’s relentless thrusts, but the demand in Haechan’s voice sent another shiver through you. Lips parted, breath ragged, you let him grip your face, guiding himself between your lips.
"That’s it," he murmured, mockingly sweet, fingers tightening against your jaw. "Such a good girl, aren’t you? Always eager to please."
The moment he pushed past your lips, Haechan groaned—low, filthy—as he slid deeper, his grip keeping you in place. The angle forced your throat to stretch around him, and at first, he moved slow, savoring it, before picking up speed, using your mouth like it was his to claim.
"Fuck, you feel good," he muttered, voice strained as his fingers curled around your neck, using it like a handle. He thrust deeper, his other hand tangling in your hair. "Always running that mouth, acting like you’re too good for us. Look at you now, getting fucked from both ends."
Ten groaned above you, pace growing erratic as he slammed into you, every drag of his cock against your walls leaving you shuddering, overstimulated and wrecked. "Your such a fucking mess," he muttered through gritted teeth, grip tightening on your thighs. "Can’t get enough, can you? So desperate to be filled up."
Your muffled moans vibrated around Haechan’s cock, making him hiss through his teeth. His hips snapped forward, pushing even deeper, your throat tightening around him as tears welled in your eyes. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you there.
"Look at you," Haechan purred, voice dripping mockery. "Drooling all over yourself, tears running down your face. You’re such a fucking slut... but you love it, don’t you?"
You could barely think, body trembling, pleasure unraveling into something raw as Ten’s rhythm turned frantic. His grip was almost punishing as he chased his release.
But this time, he didn’t finish inside you. He pulled out, breath heavy, stepping back to stand beside Haechan. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slow, watching you with a dark, satisfied smirk.
"I’m not done yet," Ten murmured, voice low, commanding. "We’re going to make sure you’re completely covered by the time we’re finished with you."
Haechan chuckled, thrusts turning erratic, both hands now gripping your hair as he fucked your throat deep. "You hear that?" His tone was a promise, sharp and teasing. "You’re not just taking us—you’re going to wear us."
The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your moans muffled as Haechan’s cock twitched deep in your throat. With a rough groan, he pulled out, moved to where Ten had been, and thrust his length into your dripping cunt. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked Ten’s release deeper into you, the filthy sensation making your body tremble.
Soon, it would be his turn to fill you up.
Behind you, Ten stroked himself furiously, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on your face.
“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, voice thick with arousal.
You obeyed, tongue darting out just as Ten groaned and shoved his cock deep into your throat again. His taste coated your tongue, the lingering traces of his release making you shudder as he pulsed against the tight warmth of your mouth.
Haechan grunted, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he picked up the pace. His cock drove into you mercilessly, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that had your body convulsing beneath him.
Once again, you were being fucked from both ends, completely at their mercy.
You never could have imagined this happening—all of it, just because of some stupid project. But now? You couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome. The way Haechan’s cock bullied that sensitive spot inside you, the way Ten’s length filled your throat, stretching it with every ruthless thrust—it was overwhelming in the best way.
A loud, muffled scream tore from your throat, but it was swallowed by Ten’s cock as he fucked into your mouth with a brutal pace. The sounds in the room were obscene, bouncing off the walls—your muffled cries, the wet slap of Haechan’s hips against you, the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe as it slammed against the wall. Your tears only turned them on more, and you felt them harden inside you.
You clenched hard around Haechan, your walls gripping him tight as the intensity built inside you, your orgasm just out of reach. He felt it, groaning as he dug his fingers into your thighs.
“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was strained, breathless. “F-fuck… I think I am too. Ten, how’re you holding up over there?”
“Shit, I’m right there,” Ten panted, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked your throat harder.
That was all it took for them to lose control.
Ten came first, spilling across your tongue, the warmth of it coating your lips and dripping down your chin. His breath hitched as he pulled back, watching the mess he’d made of you, satisfaction clear in his dark eyes.
Haechan wasn’t far behind. He cursed low under his breath, thrusting deep one final time as he came, filling you to the brim before pulling out, the last spurts of his release spilling across your stomach and chest, hot and sticky against your skin.
“Fuck,” Ten grunted, stepping back to admire his work. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as he smirked. “You look perfect like this. Completely ruined.”
Haechan chuckled, trailing his fingers through the mess on your face before gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “And to think you wanted to get rid of us,” he mused, voice dripping amusement. “Now look at you. Completely fucked out by us.”
The room was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. Your breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.
Haechan smirked, brushing his fingers lazily down your thigh, a silent reminder of the claim he’d left on you. There was still hunger in his eyes, but beneath the cocky exterior, something softer flickered there. “You really outdid yourself,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you’d last this long. Guess we underestimated you.”
He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, leaning against the desk with that same smug grin. “What did I tell you? All those little outfits, all that attitude—you were just waiting for this to happen. Should’ve made a move sooner.”
You were too exhausted to reply, your body still thrumming from the aftershocks. You lay there, head hanging off the edge of the bed, limbs boneless, chest heaving as you tried to process everything. Their gazes were heavy on you, but for once, you didn’t feel embarrassed.
Instead, a small, tired smile tugged at your lips. “You two are… so annoying,” you muttered weakly.
Ten and Haechan both laughed.
“Annoying?” Haechan echoed, crouching beside you. His fingers gripped your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago, sweetheart”
Ten leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his smirk softening just a little. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice smooth.“We’ll give you time to recover… but don’t think this will be the last time you will see us.”
The weight of his words sent a fresh jolt of heat through you, despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs. Haechan caught it, the way your eyes widened slightly, and let out a low chuckle.
“For now,” Ten continued, fingers trailing down your arm, “we should clean you up. Can’t have you looking like this all night, can we?”
Haechan stretched, grabbing a towel from the desk before tossing it to Ten. His grin never faded. “And after that? Maybe we’ll play another game,” he mused, teasing. “Who knows? You might be able to go another round.”
You groaned, throwing an arm over your face as you let your head sink back against the mattress. “You two are crazy,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.
Ten laughed, wiping you down with surprisingly gentle hands. “You love that though,” he murmured, certain.
And as you lay there, your body exhausted but your heart pounding with the lingering adrenaline, you realized you couldn’t argue with him…
I love your fics so muchhhhh! Was wondering for a fic with manipulative and rough ten but he still loves y/n it’s just when they fuck he’s a whole new person??
beautiful monster; [ten]
w/c: 1.19k
a/n: incoherent mumbling about vocal tops. thank u omg <33 warning for this one is that it’s a pretty hard dom fic so pls exercise caution!! I think the tags are comprehensive
tags: hard dom!ten, sadomasochism, dacryphilia, overstimulation (f!rec), multiple orgasms, choking, degradation kink (use of whore/slut), clit slapping, begging kink, general pain kink, manhandling, unprotected pinv, aftercare
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“That's right. Cry, you fucking whore. That's what I want to see.”
Lashes wet, you turn your glossy eyes up to meet Ten’s cruel, callous gaze. You didn’t even notice the tears streaking down your face until he pointed them out, your mind dazed with waves of unrelenting pleasure. It’s a feeling you can only call pleasure, because even though it hurts so much, it feels so good.
Another orgasm start to build and a high, truly pathetic whine spills from your lips, as the burning pleasure forces more tears to spill from your eyes. Your walls tight around his fingers, at barely a whimper, you beg, “pl-please, it’s too much, I can’t take it…”
“You can’t take it? I just don’t believe you, baby.” He sneers, fingers curling upwards, no signs of stopping his relentless assault on your senses. “I know how much you want my cock, fucking slut. In fact, why don’t you beg for it?”
All at once, he pulls out his fingers out, takes away the vibrator that’s been pressed to your clit for however long it’s been, you’re too far gone to tell. But as he peers over you, eyes shining with hunger, slender frame illuminated by low moonlight, you still want to give him whatever he wants. You have to.
You scramble to your knees, still trembling as he stands up to remove his clothes. “Please, please, Ten, I need you, I need your cock inside me, I’m desperate, I’ll do anything-”
Undressed, he leans forward and grabs your jaw. Regarding your eyes sparkling with tears, with desperation to please him, he mutters. “Don’t think you deserve praise for doing your job, sweetheart.” Underneath his words, his voice has a fond tinge to it, though you might be mistaken. It might be wishful thinking.
He pushes you roughly onto your back, into the wet patch you made cumming god knows how many times. Despite this, despite the sensitivity blistering though your core, you know he’s just getting started. He’s hard, throbbing, even, as he lines his cock up with your quivering hole, but Ten has stamina. God knows how many more orgasms he’ll force out of you before he lets himself cum.
You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation of his fullness. He looms over your trembling frame and presses his cock to your opening, pushing in just an inch. There’s a silence, an agonising silence, an agonising stillness until you snap your eyes open in frustration and his mocking laughter fills the room.
“What’s wrong?” He laughs at your pouting. “Wasn’t it too much? Aren’t I giving you what you wanted?”
“Ten…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Tennn…” All you can do is whimper his name and squirm, trying to inch yourself further onto his cock. No such luck. He grabs you by the throat, gently, fingers brushing against your jaw with the promise of more force if you don’t still yourself.
“Ah-ah. Come on, are you really so pathetic you can’t tell me what you want?”
You look up at him, trying to convey that yes, you are that pathetic, that desperation has stolen your ability to even speak. He peers into your wet, glossy eyes and seems to get the message.
“God, you really are. Pathetic little slut. You better be grateful, okay? Better thank me.”
With that, his fingers tighten around your throat and he thrusts into you all at once, hips slamming into yours hard enough to bruise. Showing no mercy to your sensitive pussy, his length stretches you out just right, and despite the agony, you feel another orgasm building.
“You’re nothing but a worthless whore, huh?” His degrading words turn you on even more when he’s breathless from pounding into you. Your moans pitch as another orgasm pierces through you, mouthing thankyouthankyouthankyou as you tighten around his girth.
"Good fucking whore, give me another one.” He groans, hand leaving your throat to spread your pussy, exposing you fully. The other hand delivers a sharp slap to your clit as he thrusts into you, shocking you out of speechlessness to cry out in pain.
“Doesn’t that feel good, baby, when I slap your pussy? So desperate for me to touch you, look, I’m giving you what you want.”
“So- so good- thank you-”
“Aw, well done! My little slut found her words! You want more?”
“Please…” His praise, though cruel, is music to your ears.
“Cum for me again.” He commands, answering your pleas with more quick slaps to your swollen clit. “Come on, this is what you get for being a worthless whore that’s only good for cumming, isn't that right?"
Your body responds to his command before your mind can catch up, pussy throbbing with a force that makes you wail, makes him groan in ecstasy. When he’s not slapping your clit, he’s pressing his thumb against the sensitive bud, his eyes light up with a maniacal gleam as you sob through your next orgasm.
“God, you just fucking take it.” He practically growls, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over. “On your hands and knees, now.”
You oblige and bury your head into the pillow, presenting your dripping hole for him. He wastes no time and grabs your hips, pulling you onto his cock rather than thrusting in. Using your cunt to get himself off. At this point, your pussy is so overworked it’s hard to tell when you’re not cumming.
“Ready, baby? Gonna take my load like a good little whore?”
Lost in your desire to please him, you find yourself begging, pleading, a sound he can’t resist. “Oh, please, please cum inside me, fuck me harder-”
“Fuck!”
When Ten cums - especially when he cums inside you - he cums loud, he cums panting, shaking, digging his fingers into your flesh. Mixing with your juices, dripping down your thighs. He takes his time, letting himself feel everything he’s been denying himself while he tortured orgasm after orgasm out of you.
He pulls out, twitching as you tighten around him, your quivering pussy unused to the sensation of emptiness. He allows himself a few seconds of rest before he’s on his knees at your side, where you’ve collapsed into a fucked-out heap on the bed.
“Hey.” He strokes your hair, gently nudging your face towards him. “Can I get you anything? You did so good for me, sweetheart. Was it good for you?” Of course, if he’d had any inclination you weren’t enjoying yourself, he’d have stopped, but you know he likes to ask anyway. You take a couple of deep breaths and nod.
“Mhm.” You pull yourself into his lap, allowing him easier access to stroke your hair. “I love you. It’s why I trust you to ruin me.”
synopsis 📁 ╱ chittaphon is just so easy to fall in love with, especially when you're dumb enough to not notice any of his red flags.
summary. 𐙚 ( toxic — smut ) reader is pretty innocent and clueless, love bombing, he does love her but he's still super manipulative ( sexual language, one mention of pet names, stalking, pervert behaviour, rough sex, aftercare implied, legal age-gap implied)
the trainees adore him, that's what you notice first; Ten is everybody's favorite.
well, how could he not be? always greeting his juniors so nicely, remembering most of their names with no issue at all and making small talk at every chance. you fell victim to all of the same questions, the same script:
"I heard you’re not from here, are you?" "how old are you again?" "so, how are you liking the company? planning to run away already?"
all followed by a playful grin, nothing but ease exuding from his presence, calculated to perfection.
Ten is subtle, making sure to hold eye contact with them all for at least a second, giving them the impression — perhaps feeding into the fantasy — that he cares, that they matter. you just happened to be too focused in not making a fool out of yourself to notice his stare following you that day, lingering until you were out of his sight.
not wanting to feed into delusions, you just never paid that much attention to how he acted around you. his voice acute but gentle, pawning your shoulder whenever you’d tell him a joke, his eyes turning into little crescents and his whisker dimples on display as he laughs so prettily at your smallest attempts at being funny. he's so nice, so caring, so smart.
you just got into the company anyway, it's not you'd ever figure out how much more often he shows up at the practice rooms now in comparison to the past. offering his much looked up to critique, his help and his attention without expecting anything in return. at first, other trainees were so blinded by the possibility of being tutored by him that they didn't even notice just how much he loomed around you, how no matter how well you did; he would never praise you like he did with the others. always picking up your smallest mishaps, making sure you fix the littlest angles, correcting you down to the positioning of your toes while not demanding half of the same exigencies from any other trainees. slowly but surely, it got under your skin. he had you trained down to your core, no matter how much validation you had, it wasn’t ever enough. it wasn’t from him.
his torture on your confidence went on for weeks, you're frustrated, anyone can tell. you're working so hard! how can he not see that? there's no doubt that you'll be debuting as the main dancer in any line-up you get, receiving praises left and right, being asked to tutor trainees who are having issues, how can Ten only ever see your mistakes?
It was the last friday of the month, that's when he suggested it — just you two in the practice room every saturday until you got better, until you got perfect. being exactly as dumb as he expected, just as desperate for his praise as he wished, you said yes.
any worries you had about being awkward or looking stupid faded as quickly as your arrival. Ten was just an angel, wasn't he? it's like he knew exactly how to calm you down, conversation flowed so easily, you could swear you'd be hearing his giggles at your smallest comments in your head for days, it was so easy with him, everything was. much like he imagined, you weren't exactly the most attentive to his wandering hands whenever he'd position you into formation, too focused on your own reflection to notice his dark eyes following your every move in the mirror like a predator; waiting for the next time you'd turn your back to him so he could pounce, devour you alive.
mind too focused on his nice words and how well your chemistry played out to notice that despise the fact he was texting you at this exact moment, asking if you got to the dorm safely, you had never given him your number.
he’s just so reliable. Ten doesn’t have a single ounce of hesitation in his body when it comes to helping you, to taking care of you — “he’s just looking out for me. maybe he sees my potential, maybe he sees his younger self in me, whatever it may be; it’s Ten, he means no harm.” you’d try to convince your roommates.
at first they even bought it, but it just kept happening. again and again. first, he got you a cute mini fridge for your room after you mentioned that the dorm’s fridge it’s a nightmare and the girls kept stealing your food. he knew you’d be none the wiser to notice the little camera besides the handle, too focused on the cute stickers he put on the fridge to distract you.
he was right, he always was.
then he offered you his phone, he was buying himself another and you had mentioned needing a new one just yesterday. you wondered if it was too much, but you needed a new phone and his was much better; there’s no way you’d have the money to buy a phone like his any time soon. so you said yes.
it’s not like you’d notice the little viruses wandering free inside your new device, it wasn’t even slow or anything, it was perfect! if you never looked for it, you’d never know that he had access to all of your conversations, your emails and passwords, that he received a notification whenever you took a picture or that he could see your location at all times… and why would you ever look for it? it’s Ten, he told he cleaned out and restarted his phone entirely before giving it to you and you believed him. Just like he knew you would.
he comes into your life like it’s nothing, invites himself into your routine like he always belonged there. messaging you consistently but not enough to overwhelm you, as if there’s a little bird who tells him when you’ve been having a hard time. offering to facetime exclusively when you look well put together, as if he knows when you’re in your pajamas and would be too embarrassed to accept his offer. as if he can see you at all times.
in your eyes, Ten could do no wrong. how could he ever? it’s Ten. even if he was to hurt somebody, he had the best intentions; you’re sure of it.
you’re sure he meant nothing but well when he ignored you for days after you told him you wouldn’t be able to go practice with him — coincidently just a few minutes after you had accepted the invitation to a party on that same day a friend had messaged you.
you didn’t even end up going, too anxious about Ten vanishing out of nowhere, your stomach hurting whenever you thought of the possibility that he got tired of you. after many unread messages, he finally answered; claiming he had been busy and your number got drowned between his work related contacts. you believed him.
you’re sure he just wanted your best when just a couple of weeks after meeting a boy who seemed perfect for you, Ten rushed into the practice room later than usual, a worried look on his face. he held you in his arms as he lied about how that maggot was spreading the most disgusting rumours about you, about your conversations, about your body. he had already convinced the tutors that the little boy was a lost case and was able to get that vermin out of the company in no time. blocked and silenced his number on your contacts right before walking into the room, it’s not like you’d notice.
you listened. looking up to him like a god, you listened. listened as he taught you that guys your age weren’t worthy of your time, that you deserved better; that you deserved a man who could provide you with anything you could ever need.
he asked if you wanted him to keep holding you while you cried in his shoulder, a doll in his embrace. you said yes.
again and again.
you didn’t even let your thoughts begin to question his intentions when Ten invited you to “come hang out” in his apartment instead of practicing that saturday, didn’t question when he claimed to have gotten hurt while performing earlier and was tired.
nothing could waver your trust in Ten, how could anything even attempt to? when he’d given you anything you ever mentioned needing, when he was there for you every single time you needed someone to be, when he had you in the palm of his hands. so carefully crafted for him, so perfectly molded into his little pet.
you had thrown out the possibility of Ten being into you romantically months ago, all of these interactions, all of that touching, and nothing ever happened? yeah, he didn’t see you like that, there was no way.
“he’s paving the way. getting you all dependent on him so he can keep you locked once you’re together. c’mon, that’s like love bombing one-on-one.” one of your roommates tried warning.
“he’s not like that, he sees me as a friend, his junior, that’s it” you’d reply. innocent, dumb, clueless — just they way he liked.
“it’s Ten, he means no harm.”
and that’s what you believed. even after getting into his apartment, lights dim due to his headache, in no time you found yourself curled into his couch while he ordered dinner, talking and laughing about what the manager had told him earlier, his head falling back to the sofa while you two giggled, getting up on his feet faster than you ever could to run back and forth from his room to show you his new nintendo.
he seemed perfectly fine with that headache. you didn’t think much of it. you never did.
he seemed to like it when you didn’t think. he definitely liked the mindlessly desperate sounds you made against his mouth that night, his hands gripping your waistline hard enough to leave it red, your skin buzzing just before he gave himself the freedom to explore your upper body with his warm palms, slipping past your sweater with no problem. his teeth attacking your neck before you could react to his hold on your figure — branded your throat with mark after mark like a cow who just got sold to the slaughter.
even after your unresponsive legs fell to either side of his waist, back in pain from how hard you were subconsciously arching it from the couch, seeking to feel him deeper; you wanted more. you called him every name under the sun — sir, gege, daddy, god — anything that could get him to not stop bruising your core with his hips. he just hurt you so good, who were you to deny him from using your body until he was satisfied while making you feel this heavenly? after all he’s done to you?
even after you somehow found yourself in his bed with half of your face pressed into his sheets as he pushed your head down to get a better angle at pounding into sore, creamy warmth. your backside full of bruises from his rough hands holding you in place whenever he deemed necessary, not a single thought going through that empty, useless spot inside your head you dared to call a brain.
every once in a while you had the strength to open your tear filled eyes, catching a glimpse of your bodies melting together in his mirror, you’d never looked prettier. for just a second you couldn't help but wonder what happened in that performance earlier — there were no signs of “being hurt” anywhere in Ten's body.
you couldn't help but wonder how his bathroom seemed so… ready. everything exactly where it needed to be for him to give you a quick bath after challenging your limits for god knows how many hours. how the food he had supposedly ordered as soon as you arrived, only actually called his apartment after he had laid you in the floral scent of the new sheets on his soft bed.
even after all of it, cuddled up in his arms, relishing on his gentle fingers caressing the back of your head, for nothing more than a second, you wondered.
wondered if you fell right into his trap, if this was his plan all along, if your roommates had been right.
you closed your eyes into his warm neck, left a soft peck in his throat.
it’s Ten, he means no harm.
he kisses your temple, a mean smile pressed to your forehead, caught.
warnings: smut, mdni, corruption, reader is 02 liner, age gap, pet names, tried not to us yn but lmk if i did oops, unprotected sex lets not do this friends!, fingering, hand job, orgasm denial, oral, softdom!ten, i think that’s it!
summary: ten is finally visiting home for the first time in years, and you barely recognise him, no longer the annoying older boy next door. ten x younger reader
requested! enjoy lovely!
ten had just got home, visiting family after a long time. all his family over to celebrate his home coming, neighbours and friends too. and that’s when he sees you, watching curiously from your back porch. you had recognised him from when he was younger, more boyish. but you didn’t know where he’s been, or what he’s been doing the whole time he’d been away. to him your face seemed somewhat familiar, but he would’ve remembered that face.
he asks his sister if they had gotten new neighbours, she laughs and says no and that his eyesight must be getting bad. he looks confused until she says your name. it rings in his ears, there is no way, that pretty young woman standing on her porch, looking into his lively house is you, the dorky shy kid, braces and glasses, face round with baby fat, watching the kids play in the neighbourhood while you watched from the safety of your yard. you look entirely different, taller, slimmer, grown into your features hair long to your lower back.
“she still as quiet as she used to be?”
“if your asking if she’s still sheltered then yes, she’s in her 20’s now and her parents still let her have no fun, its sad really”
he waves at you through his kitchen window and you only just realise you has been having a stare off with him, you shyly duck your head and go back inside, and he chuckles a little. his sister laughs too.
“her 20’s?”
“23, she’s just finishing uni”
he nods while sipping his drink, going back to the chaos of the party. later that night, his friends and family all a little drunk from the celebrations, he watches you through the living room window, sees you taking trash out down to the end of the street.
“i need a smoke”
he gets up and leaves out the front, no one thinks twice, ignoring the way he walks to the end of the path following you. when you turn around and yelp a little surprised to see him, well see anyone standing behind you. he laughs a little at your jumpiness.
“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, its good to see you, shame you couldn’t make it over to the party”
“i have studies… its ten right?”
“yeah baby, you missed me?”
you laugh shyly as you go to walk past him but he stops you
“oh come on, its my first time back home in years and you’re ignoring me?”
“i told you i have studies, and my mum is expecting me back”
“let me walk you home? its dangerous at night” “its a 5 minute walk-“
“5 minutes of danger~ plus i kinda need to walk this way too”
you look at him and sigh before nodding towards the directions of your houses and he walks with you
“if i knew you’d look this pretty, would’ve came home sooner baby”
“i said we could walk, not talk”
“you’re feistier than i remember”
you’re rolling your eyes and keep walking, stopping outside his house
“you wanna come in? you look like you could use a drink”
“i don’t drink, plus like i told you my mum is waiting”
“i know you’re lying”
“what”
“your mum is inside, she’s with us”
“you’re so full of shit” “okay maybe, but c’mon is there seriously nothing i can do to convince you”
“goodnight ten”
you smile at his dumbfounded face as you’re walking back into your house. god he is enamoured by you.
during his time home keeps running into you around the neighbour hood, slowly getting close to you, flashing you his handsome smile, and he lets you touch and poke at his tattoos asking about them. you’re not allowed tattoos, but you tell them you’ve always thought they were pretty, especially his. you guys chat outside in your yards, taking over the fence. maybe he’s not as annoying as you first thought and remembered him to be, he makes you laugh, and sends butterflies to your stomach, and lower, and when he calls you baby it has your heart jumping in your chest and your mind going blank, the first man to show you any sort of interest, but you tell yourself he’s just being nice, friendly, neighbourly.
a few days later he sees you walking home from uni, bag on your shoulder, skirt and sweatshirt on. he leaves the cafe he in and sneaks up behind you making you jump, again.
“you’re cute when you’re scared you know that?”
“not you again”
“hey is that anyway to talk about your favourite neighbour?”
“oh is your sister here, i don’t see her”
he laughs at that and you can’t help but blush. he looks so incredibly handsome.
“why are you following me?”
“cause you’re pretty, and don’t say you’re not cause i can already see you blushing”
you push his shoulder and you both walk home the rest of the way. you ask why he’s been gone and he tells you, singing dancing and touring the world, he’s seen so much in his 10 year career, more than you will ever see in your life. your mum is so strict, you hadn’t even heard of his music or his band, sheltered away from pop culture and gossip. you tell him you don’t know his songs and he must have screaming fans falling for him left and right
“are you busy right now? can come over and i can show you some stuff? some of the places ive been?”
“i shouldn’t, i have a lot to do around the house before my mum gets back”
his ears perk up, you’re going home to an empty house.
“i can come to yours? would be good to catch up after so long, you can even tell me about uni?”
“oh I’m sure its far less exciting” “so? c’mon”
he’s got a steady hand on your back as you both walk together, your face is red as you can feel his strong presence around you and you get to your house. you let him in and apologise for the mess. he looks around and the place is spotless
“wow, what happened here? had a visit from tasmanian devil?”
you laugh and put your head down shyly. you look so cute and timid to him, he feels bad that he wants to ruin it.
“you want something to drink?”
“just water, thanks”
he watches as your hands shake while fixing two glasses of water for the pair of you and you place them on the kitchen table in front of him.
“you’re shaking”
“am not” “yeah okay, whatever you say baby”
you pull your seat back and sit down next to him and he brings his phone out, first he shows you some of his music videos, holding the phone between you, you watch closely, completely captivated. he watches your face, he thinks you look cute, first time watching a music video like this, and he’s the one to pop your cherry, and he loves it. after a few more mvs you sit back.
“even if you are a stalker, i have to say, you’re pretty talented”
he laughs at your compliment
“thanks pretty girl”
he shows you pictures hes taken around the world, his pets, his home, his friends. his life is the complete opposite to your strict routine and chores.
“where is that, its so pretty” “paris, could take you there one day, after uni”
you look at him shocked. almost choking on your water and his lips twitch into a smirk for a second before relaxing again
“what?”
“why would you do that?”
“to celebrate you graduating?”
he goes back to showing you more pictures, holding the phone slightly further way from you and you’re leaning in closer, could practically fall in his lap if you moved any closer. you eventually realise how close you are and look up at him and he’s smirking down at you. your brain telling you to move, push yourself away, anything to stop this tension between you.
“hi”
you gulp, not able to find words. his hand comes to your cheek and you just follow it with your eyes. you have no idea what to do or say. never had any male attention like this before, not even from classmates, let alone your hot long time neighbour who just happens to be a celebrity. he experimentally pulls you closer, almost letting out a groan when your body allows him to pull you with ease. before you know it his lips are gently on yours. not crashing down and smothering you like you’ve read in books, lips just carefully fluttering over yours. you close your eyes and keep still, unsure of how to kiss him back. when he pulls back he’s smiling at you
“you’re so cute. look at your face, so red baby”
“s-sorry. ive never done that before, it was probably bad, i panicked-“
he cuts off your panicked rambling with another kiss, more certain this time and you let your mouth move with his. he’s fully pulling you off your seat now and having you in his lap, hands shaking as they come to rest on his shoulders and he can feel how fast you’re heart is beating against him. pulling away slightly
“you okay baby? you want me to stop?”
“no… its nice, but I’m nervous, i don’t know what to do- what’s that”
you look down at his hard dick poking your thigh
“its nothing baby, just focus on me yeah? when’s your mum home?”
“few hours”
he stands up and picks you up effortlessly bringing you to your couch, sitting down with you again, lips on your neck bitting and sucking as you whine slightly against him as he sucks into a sweet spot that sends shivered down your spine. before long he’s rutting into you, cock pulsing against your core. hands on your thighs up your skirt.
“t-ten…”
“what’s up baby”
“it feels weird… you know”
“know what? tell me”
“down there… feels… sticky”
“just means you feel good pretty”
he keeps going like that watching your face as you moan out for him, he doesn’t make you cum like this, wants to make you wait for it. beg for it.
“you still feel sticky baby?”
you nod your head shyly and he pouts at you
“can tennie have a look? i think i can help”
“okay…”
“good girl, show me your room, ill make it better”
“not allowed boys in my room”
“good thing I’m a man baby”
he helps you stand and you show him your room, suddenly putty in his hands, hanging on his every word. you take him up the stairs and into your room, its plain, with school supplies and books scattered on your desk, bed made and fresh, a few cute plushies sitting neatly by your pillows. you sit on the bed with him and he lifts up your plushie, laughing a bit
“god you’re so cute baby, need these to sleep”
you whine and take the toy, ignoring his question
“gonna take your underwear off okay? so i can see what’s going on down there”
you nod and lift your hips as his hands are in your skirt pulling your underwear down, he holds them up next to his face inspecting them, sniffing a little
“cute undies baby”
you whine and kick him softly, hugging your plushie hard, he thinks you look so pretty, so shy and embarrassed and so new to all of this.
“spread your legs baby, let me have a look, you can do that for me yeah?”
“o-okay”
you spread your legs and he has to swallow the moan he wants to let out, pretty pink pussy on show for him, wet and warm.
“oh baby, weren’t kidding, its okay though, I’m gonna make it feel better yeah”
“tennie…”
“I’m right here pretty baby, just gonna touch you okay? make you feel so nice”
you don’t have time to respond before his fingers are making a v and spreading your lips, little wet sounds coming from them as ten moves his fingers on you
“tennie what does it mean?”
“just means tennie was making you feel good downstairs baby, its normal, its okay”
his thumb finds your clit, you jolt and whine
“never been touched there”
“i can tell sweetheart, its okay, promise ill be gentle”
his thumb is rubbing circles, just enough pressure to feel good, but not enough to shock you. slow and steady as he collects more of your slick. words of praise and encouragement leaving his lips as you shake and writhe in front of him, hands clawing at your sheets. his free hand brings your plushie back to your chest
“here baby, hold onto this”
you hug the teddy bear, tears falling from your eyes with how good it feels, how good he feels. you feel a tight knot in your lower stomach and he can tell you’re gonna cum so he pulls his fingers back
“ten-tennie it still feels weird”
“i know baby I’m not done yet, let me just do this yeah?”
you lie back and let him do what he needs, he knows more than you how to fix this feeling, so you quiet wait for his next move. you feel him shift on the bed and before you can look up his mouth is on you. your whining out, legs trying to close around his head but his strong arms hold them down to the side. he’s lapping at you like he’s starved. and again before you can feel relief he’s pulling away.
“ten…”
“be patient sweetie, I’m working. think you need this”
he’s gesturing to his cock
“you want it?”
your mouth waters and your nodding yes, hard. he flashes you his wicked smile before he’s unbuckling his belt and freeing himself. your eyes trained on it, its thick with veins and the head is a raging red, with a slick that looks similar to yours
“I’m scared”
“i know baby, why don’t you touch it first, get used to it”
you nod and he helps you sit up and guides your hand around him, you watch closely as he controls your movements up and down him. he watches your curiosity turn into lust as you take more control, tugging at his cock so sweetly with your tiny hand. after a while you start letting out breathy whines for him, ache between your legs growing as he’s ripped two, maybe three orgasms away from you.
“tennie, i want it” “ask nicely baby” “please tennie? please can i have it? its sore please help me”
“good girl, lay back for me, would usually wear a condom, but doubt you got any of those in here huh angel?”
you shake your head no and he’s pushing you back, laying on your back and he holds your ankles, pulling them apart and he looks at your messy pussy again before lining himself up, he pushes the head in and your crying again. hot burning stretch as he stills
“burns…”
“i know, tell me when to move, its okay”
a minute passes and you’re telling him to move and he inches in bit by bit, it takes him a whole 5 minutes before he’s fully in to the hilt and he can’t stop praising you
“good job baby, look all of me, so good for me, tight pussy squeezing me in”
“ten!”
“that’s it baby, scream for me, let it out”
he starts to move, slow soft thrusts as you cry and wriggle underneath him. you look so perfect, makeup running, skirt pushed up, sweater paws in between your teeth. and your pretty fat tears falling all over your teddy. he finally makes you cum, all over his dick. he pulls out and jerks himself off over your thighs until he’s spilling out all over your tummy and thighs.
both of you breathing heavy. you sit like that for a few minutes as you both come down. he cleans you up with a wet cloth, before he’s putting himself back in his pants.
“mums gonna be home soon…”
“i better head home then, can’t have her finding her innocent girl in bed with a grown man huh?”
you shyly shake your head no and he kisses your cheek
“gimme your number, or are you not allowed a phone either?”
you roll your eyes and hit his chest before getting your phone from your bag and hand it to him as he puts his number in
“there, now we can plan our paris trip”
“are you leaving again?”
“in a few days yeah…”
“i wanna come see you, but ill never be allowed”
“ill be back real soon, can’t keep away from my pretty baby for too long, promise”
“maybe i could run away”
you both laugh he gives you another kiss before he’s heading downstairs and back out front door, you wave to him from your bedroom window and he waves back. a few minutes later he texts you,
“if you ever did want to run away you know where to find me ;)”
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★ Play date
By @yutaholic
10k, non-idol au, friends with benefits, being in love with your fwb, angst, smut, having hard conversations, marijuana use, tension
★ Sleepless Cinderella [Prologue] & Sleepless Cinderella [Ten]
By @starlightkun
4k & 13.8k, part of a series of one-shots, journalist reader, doctor Ten, interviewing him, angst, fluff, mentions of overdosing, emotional barriers, themes of death & depression, romance developing
★ It's purrfect
By @solaris-amethyst
0.9k, established relationship, non-idol au, meeting Ten's cats for the first time, assumptions, Ten doesn't realise reader is a cat person, fluff, slice of life
★ Cheers to us!
By @solaris-amethyst
1.6k, blind date, being set up by their parents, both are interested in dance, cat owners, romance, fluff, lots of flirting, attraction
★ Two houses
By @jaeminlore
1k, neighbour Ten, reader has family issues, reader's parents fight and yell a lot, slice of life, fluff, escaping over to Ten's, rather sweet
★ An opportunity
By @prettywordsyouleft
1.2k, college au, shitty exes, angst, fluff, Ten steps in when reader's ex is being a jerk, kind of humiliation from an ex, getting dinner together, getting to know one another
★ Coming clean
By @irregular-idol-imagines
300+, friends to lovers, mutual confessions, pining, fluff, humour, Ten's judgement and sarcasm
★ Masks [part 1] & [part 2]
By @irregular-idol-imagines
1.9k & 2.4k, royalty au, prince Ten, highish society reader, masked ball, hidden identities, meet cutes, slight distaste for their families, fluff, comedy
★ Warm my heart
By @ssweetreveries
1.8k, non-idol au, barista reader, regular at the coffee shop, fluffy, shitty exes, past relationship trauma, flirting, short & sweet
★ The perfect match
By @gyoobies
Ten x reader x Kun, polyamory, established relationship between Ten & Kun, café au, mutual interest in one another, smut, fluff, flirting, teasing
★ Ramé & drabble
By @flurrys-creativity
1.4k, djinn au, college au, Ten is a djinn, trouble maker Ten who grants dangerous wishes, romance, fluff, hint of jealousy, being at a party together
★ One more shot
By @all-about-kyu
5.3k, bartender Ten, visiting your childhood holiday destination, recently getting over heartbreak, drinking, reconnecting with a childhood friend, bi!Ten, fluff, angst, past feelings
★ It ends in blood & betrayal
By @restlessmaknae
11.4k, murder mystery au, chaebol daughter reader, rich Ten, reader's father is murdered, blood, stabbing, betrayal, drama, angst, forbidden romance between Ten & reader
★ Rebel rhapsody
By @restlessmaknae
5.4k, college au, rocker au, band au, reader getting dragged to a gig where they meet Ten, drama between the band members, friend conflicts, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst
★ One shot or game over
By @restlessmaknae
10k, university dance students Ten & reader, enemies to lovers, a Jumanji like plot, action, comedy, fluff, description of them loosing lives in the game, flirty Ten
★ Shot through the heart
By @restlessmaknae
2.6k, Camp Half-blood au, Greek mythology au, enemies to lovers, son of Aphrodite!Ten, daughter of Ares!reader, mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, reader is in denial
★ New year, same us
By @cigsaftersuh
Drabble, established relationship, new years eve event, writing each other letters for the year, slice of life, fluff, fireworks go off, really cute
★ Our angel
By @yuta-senpai
12.1k, WayV x reader (Kun, Ten, Winwin, Xiaojun, Hendery, Lucas, Yangyang), established relationship between Ten & reader, polyamory in some sense, 8some, straight up smut, pwp, choking
★ Sweet life
By @onlyforyoukook
1k, best friends, artist Ten, spending time at his studio, fluff, comforting mood, having a rough day, Ten helping reader sort through their emotions with paint
★ Out of the bag
By @lavenderbexlatte
1.3k, friends to lovers, accidental reveal of feelings, one of Ten's cats go missing, searching outside in the stormy weather, meddling Yangyang, finding his cats
★ Bother?
By @zeroseuniverse
0.5k, established relationship, late night setting, struggling to sleep, tossing and turning, moving out to the couch, slight insecurity, comforting from Ten, cuddling together
★ Be quiet (or not)
By @joocomics
0.9k, university au, Ten is the son of the dean of the university, exam stress, usage of sex toys, exhibition kink, light humiliation, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, smut
★ Yikes, date gone wrong, hoodie thieves, exam week pickup, we should get a cat and fridge magnets
By @suhnshinehaos
SMAU, university au, NCT96z & reader as roommates [Doyoung, Ten & Kun], one-shots, reader has a shitty ex, being stood up, slight implied Ten x reader, teasing, sharing clothes, fluff, slight angst
★ The unexpected
By @otptings
3k, college au, best friends (with benefits) to lovers, smut, down bad for each other, hooking up with others, reader is mentioned to have hook-ups with multiple other people (idols), marking, good friend Beomgyu
★ Ten + pizza
By @maknaesdancersrappers
Drabble, established relationship, making homemade pizzas together, soft domesticity, fluffy moments, Ten accidentally throws pizza dough at reader, cute, playful teasing, mention of T*il
★ All there
By @mejaemin
1k, friends to ??, bartender Ten, celebrating his birthday together, birthday surprises, Leon the cat is around, mentions of a rough work shift, late night discussions, fluffy
★ Texts with bsf!Ten
By @imhaechanshoe
SMAU, friends to lovers, mentions of getting together after a certain age as a backup, pining, down bad for each other, confessions, fluff, crossing the line of friends to lovers
★ An afternoon on the couch with Ten
By @haechnnie
2.3k, established relationship, slice of life, domesticity, cuddling together, smut, power play, needy & possessive Ten, dirty talk, unprotected sex, clingy nature, napping together
★ Well, ten is really a good teacher
By @lyvhie
Drabble, friends to lovers?, asking Ten for advice on how to flirt, fluff, crushing on each other, body language, building tension, flirting with one another, slight suggestive, kissing
