| pairing. brother!ten x fem!reader x stepbros!xiaodery
| warnings. incest & stepcest (can be read as you want), slight dubcon, misogyny, manipulation, innocence kink, reader is dumb and lowkey oblivious, brother hopper!reader... yeah.
| wc. 3.3k
don't like it, don't read it. warnings are all identified.
“like that, baby. yeah… like that,” ten whispers softly, guiding your hips over his cock, fingers digging into your flesh. you moan, moving over ten fervently, looking into his eyes like you’re sharing the deepest connection together. your nails rake down his sweaty chest, decorating his skin in long red trails. “doing so good f’me, fuck,” he grits his teeth, pupils rolling back before closing his eyes, savouring the pleasure of your tight walls enveloping his length.
you only whine in response, feeling your cheeks burn. you languidly roll your hips over his and you keep your mouth agape, each moan you let out breathier than the precedent. both of your naked bodies tangled together feels right, delicously good. it’s raw, it’s rough, it’s intimate.
ten hasn’t been feeling well today. he’s been in bed all day and you’re always so worried about him. he’s not home as often as you’d like, you spend most of your time texting him, asking him how he’s doing, if everything’s alright. his responses are always positive, but then he gets home and it’s like the fever catches him instantly.
you’re his sister, so naturally, you take care of him. you make him some soup to gain energy, bring him water, tuck him in bed, and… well, you satisfy his needs. your brother says it’s the best way to get the fever down and you have to admit that he practically always feels better after.
you’re growing tired as you bounce over his cock, leaning down over his chest to get a better angle. it’s sloppy and a little messy as you feel your wetness dripping down your inner thighs, most of it coating his pelvis. you’re sweaty, ten’s sweaty, and you’re panting, but it feels too good to stop.
“tennie, it’s…” you take a breath between each word, mind dizzy and clouded. “how… how much longer…?”
he opens his eyes, his gaze landing on you, thinking how pure your innocence is. so dumb.
he licks his lips. “just a little more, baby. keep going,” he tells you and you agree without much thought, rutting your hips more desperately against him. “clench aroun’ me,” he asks breathily, watching his little sister fuck herself onto his cock until she becomes a brainless whore.
you do as he says, doing it a few times and he moans under you, now gripping your hips harder and thrusting up into your pussy, squelching noises echoing in his bedroom. he pounds into you fast and deep, little ‘huh huh huh’s’ coming out of your mouth every time he bottoms out. you cling onto his shoulders, literally drooling on him as he uses your pussy for his own pleasure.
“oh, shit,” he curses, releasing himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum. he slumps back down on the mattress, catching his breath, relishing into the warm feeling of your cunt around his wet cock.
ten definitely feels better now. his sister’s pussy stuffed with his cum, so full he can feel your tummy blown out, more dripping down your thighs. oh, how easy you are to manipulate. such a pure heart.
—-
hendery’s mad. frustrated.
he saw the hickey on your neck earlier when you were cooking in the kitchen. taking care of ten yet once again. it was less than subtle; big and purple, sitting right in the crook of your neck, as if taunting him.
at that moment, he was annoyed to say the least. all your time is always dedicated to your fucking brother. ten this, ten that. you’re way too close as siblings. inappropriately so. he can’t believe your parents haven’t noticed it yet how enamoured ten is of you.
but it makes sense, he supposes. ten’s smart enough to hide your weird relationship from your family. he knows it’s wrong. what a freak.
it’s what he’s telling xiaojun right now; what a bunch of freaks you both are. sibling fuckers.
“she’s always been too dumb for her own good,” his brother responds, sitting in his gaming chair, eyes stuck to the screen of his computer. he clicks on his mouse, fingers pressing down on the keys of his keyboard.
hendery scoffs from where he is, slumped on the beanbag in front of xiaojun’s bed. “it’s all she fucking does,” he grumbles, turning around the rubik’s cube in his hands. “be a dumbass whore.”
it’s clear hendery’s very much more than upset with the tone and words he uses, but how can he not be? you spend all of your time on him when he doesn’t even deserve it. it’s so obvious he takes advantage of your kindness and naivete.
“she’s doing everything for him like he’s a child or something,” he comments, rolling his eyes. xiaojun doesn’t answer, seemingly not as scandalized as his brother is. “what? you don’t think it’s weird?”
“uh, yeah, i do,” he answers distractedly, moving his mouse around. “but it isn’t as big of a deal as you make it seem.”
hendery frowns, scrunching his nose up, offended. “i’m not making it a big deal. it’s just fucked up.”
xiaojun shifts in his seat, pushing his glasses back up in place. “you’re jealous,” he laughs, mocking his brother.
“what!? no, i’m fucking not,” he denies, but his tone begs to differ. “why would i want to fuck my sister?”
“‘cause she’s hot,” xiaojun answers immediately like it’s obvious. “and she’d let you.”
hendery’s annoyance dissipates, replaced by curiosity. would she really?
“how d’you know?”
then, xiaojun turns around with a smile on his face. he looks at hendery, what a fucking loser, he actually never thought about it.
“she’s really easy to convince, y’know?” he smirks.
“you fucked her, too!?” hendery exclaims, sitting up on the beanbag, realizing what his brother’s implying. “why didn’t you tell me?”
xiaojun shrugs. “thought you were already doing it with how obsessed you are with her,” he snickers, focusing back on his video game. “you’re always talking about her like you want to dick her down.”
“shut the fuck up,” hendery groans.
now knowing that you had sex with another one of your brothers bothers him more. just a little, because if you let xiaojun have his way with you, too, that means you’d probably do the same for hendery.
but he doesn’t want to fuck you, that’s wrong. it’s fucking weird.
he glances at xiaojun after a moment of not talking, a smirk still playing on his lips.
“... what did you do?”
“a couple of blowjobs.”
“that’s it?” hendery asks, surprised.
“well, yeah,” xiaojun frowns, staring at his brother from over his shoulder. “i’m not fucking that dirty pussy of hers. ten went there, that’s disgusting,” he laughs and hendery joins in, shaking his head lightly.
it has him wondering, though.
maybe he does want to fuck you.
—-
from the corner of his eye, xiaojun sees you passing by his room. he calls out your name and you’re standing by his door the second after.
“yes, dejun?”
he’s looking at his game, the flashing screen casting colourful lights on his face. “i’m kinda hungry right now,” he says and like the caring sister that you are, your expression drops in worry. “would you mind making me something?”
“of course,” you nod in understanding.
you disappear from his room and he hears you walking up the stairs to the first floor, heading to the kitchen. he almost smirks to himself, the thought of you being so pliant to serve him boosting his ego a little too much.
a few minutes pass and he’s delighted when you walk into his room with a plate and drink in your hands, placing everything down on his desk. he looks at it briefly before taking a sip of the juice you poured him, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ in return.
you’re about to leave when xiaojun stops you. “i need help with something else, too…” he trails off, his soft brown eyes looking up at you from where he is seated. your brows are raised, seeming a little surprised, but you stay, willing to help, as always. he pushes his chair away from his desk, creating a space between his legs. “it’s been a long day. classes got me so exhausted and… stressed out, you know?”
“yeah,” you bounce your head, your tone soft and low. sweet, innocent eyes staring at him.
“i’d really need a distraction. you can give me that, right?”
it’s pretty obvious what he’s asking of you, especially with his legs spread out. you slowly realize what he wants and he can see how you clench your thighs, the simple implication of helping him in this way turning you dumb and shamefully aroused.
“dejun…” you whine, “we can’t do that.”
you glance at his door wide open, the house completely silent apart from the both of you talking and the sound of xiaojun’s game playing in the background. you don’t notice it when he rolls his eyes in annoyance, thinking that a slut like you shouldn’t bother about the consequences of her actions. you’re only good for following orders anyway.
he reaches out for your wrist, grabbing it and pulling you to him, standing between his legs. he has this sad puppy look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, a pout tugging on his heart-shapped lips. “come on, you don’t want to help me?” he complains, voice whiny. “or do you only do it for ten?”
you feel the blood creeping up to your cheeks at the mention of you and ten. you shake your head, now embarrassed. “no, of course not…” you look down at your feet, gnawing on your bottom lip.
xiaojun sighs, about to roll his chair back in front of his desk, but he stops, caught off guard when you drop down to your knees between his legs. you know you’d feel bad if you leave your brother without helping him.
his mouth is slightly ajar, watching his cock entering and exiting your throat as you bob your head over his lap, his hand holding the back of your skull. he moans everytime you gag around him when he pushes himself deep into your mouth, eyes looking in awe as you drool all over yourself.
you have the sluttiest little mouth, he thinks, lips fitting perfectly around his dick like a glove. what a sight that he, out of all men, has the privilege to witness. you’re soiled, corrupted to the core, and nobody would ever doubt it. you’re such a sweet, well-mannered girl, why would anyone think you’re a little sex addict who fucks her own brothers? such a pure soul you don’t even realize what you’re doing.
he enjoys how you splutter around him like a dog, your throat tightening around his cock only increasing his pleasure. tears roll down your cheeks and he thinks you’re the prettiest like that. your little mouth finally serving a purpose other than being awfully annoying.
as your hands lay on his thighs, you clench your fists around his sweatpants, your throat burning and not enough air entering your lungs. you push yourself off of him, and xiaojun doesn’t want you to, but he lets go.
you cough and sniffle, your glossy eyes looking up at him. “gege-” you say, but the name makes xiaojun frown.
his grip tightens around your hair. “don’t fucking call me that,” he groans, shoving you back down onto his cock. he pulsates into your mouth, and he clearly hears you choke, a feeling of satisfaction filling him.
he hates it when you use that name on him. ten loves it—that freak loves everything you do anyway—but that doesn’t mean you can run your mouth and call him gege like a teasing whore.
“deprived slut,” he spits out, “don’t call me stupid names like we’re close or something.” he presses down on your head, keeping you still over his cock, his tip almost kissing the back of your throat, nose touching his pelvis. “you’re just my little slave that does everything i say because she’s too dumb to think for herself. you keep the cute shit for the others, it doesn’t work on me.” his voice is condescending and mean, half-lidded eyes staring at your pathetic form on the floor, busting your knees just to please him.
“understand?” he snaps and you hum around his cock, your vision blinded by your tears, eyes stinging and throat hurting.
when xiaojun reaches his high, he cums all over your face, painting you in the mess you created. he dismisses you so quick you don’t even have the time to catch your breath. but at least you helped your brother feel better, right?
—-
hendery eyes glance up from his phone when he hears knocking on his door. “yeah?” it opens a few seconds after and you walk in, holding an empty basket.
you smile, as sweet as ever. “i’m gonna do the laundry. any dirty clothes i can pick up?”
he slightly squints his eyes at you, subtle enough for you not to notice. he hums in response and tilts his chin toward a pile of clothes scattered on his desk chair. you happily put them in your basket, bending down to take the pieces that have fallen to the floor. hendery watches you closely, gaze lingering on your body.
“where’s ten?” he asks, knowing that if he was there, you wouldn’t be taking care of his stuff.
you straighten your back, turning to him. “he’s back in uni since his break’s over,” you answer, that cute little smile plastered on your face. you seem so disgustingly in love when you talk about him.
ten studies in a way more prestigious university than hendery and xiaojun do, hence why he’s away most of the time, only coming back to town during his breaks. in reality, you spend so much more time with them than with ten, but your brother always makes sure to make up for his absence when he comes home, monopolizing all your attention.
but now with the chat he had with xiaojun, hendery thinks this is the moment to finally take what he wants, what is rightfully his.
“you won’t be so head over heels for him now,” he says, his eyes finding yours. they widen a little, surprised, caught red handed.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumble, looking sheepish.
“sure, you don’t,” he scoffs. he sits up in his bed, bending one leg at the knee, spreading his thighs. you watch the movement, biting down on your lip when you realize you’re staring. “you can give me some attention, too, no?” he suggests.
“i do, you’re my brother…” you say in a little voice, but that makes him click his tongue.
“don’t say that kind of bullshit,” he warns, frowning his brows. “i’m not your fucking brother.”
as he gets up, your eyes widen even more, breath accelerating. he steps toward you, and when you’re about to talk back, tell him ‘yes, you are’, he slams his hand over your mouth, shutting you off.
the basket falls from your grip as he pulls you against him, his dark, angry eyes piercing through you. chills run up your spine, this kind of proximity unusual between the both of you.
hendery has always been a little irritated in your presence, rolling his eyes at everything you say and calling you dumb the most part of it. and he still does, but now, it’s laced with something else—inappropriate desire.
“i’m not a fucking freak that wants to fuck his sister, okay?” he hisses, the muscles of his jaw twitching, clenching. “even though i know you’d love that.” he brings you flushed to him and he towers over you, his face hovering above yours. “love to be treated like a little bitch, hm? passed around like a worthless whore.”
he shouldn’t be so turned on by your helpless state, how your eyes look at him so desperately, shaking like a little bunny caught in the jaw of a wolf.
but he loves it.
he pushes you onto his bed and you let out a gasp, your body bouncing back on the mattress. he grabs your ankles and pulls you toward him near the edge of the bed. he kneels before you and his head finds home between your legs.
“dery,” you call him with a breathy voice, sounding unsure, confused.
but it’s so obvious what he wants; his gaze is crazed, strands of black hair dangling in front of his eyes, hungry and determined. he wants you. you’re his.
he tears your shorts and panties off of you, throwing them away on the floor, and with one last look at you, he dives down.
you moan loudly, a high-pitched sound that makes him groan in response, as his tongue makes contact with your bare pussy, dipping between your folds. he needs to get you as wet as possible because you’ll take his cock and there’s no way for you to avoid this.
he wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping them from closing around his head, your hands coming down instantly to grip his hair. the way hendery puts his whole mouth on your cunt, the way he licks every part of you, feels gross and quite impatient. you still ask for more, though, grinding your pussy onto his face, your core heating up rapidly, your hole clenching around his tongue.
you squirm when he unwraps his arm from around your thigh to bring his hand down, his fingers unexpectedly touching your rim, feeling it in circles. his mouth toys with your clit, alternating between sucks and licks while he collects some of your wetness on his digits and spreads it on your tight hole.
he pushes one finger in which makes you gasp out, arching your back off the mattress, but he continues, eating your pussy like he really means it, like he actually likes you. it’s messy and the slurping sounds are embarrassing, but with how quickly the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens, you don’t have time to think more about the grossness of it all.
your taste is addictive, your smell, too—he can’t get enough.
hendery’s almost disappointed when your legs start shaking, your toes curling as you cum into his mouth, jerking your hips upward. you rub your pussy against him, getting down from your high, his tongue gently licking at your clit. when he pulls back, you’re glistening in your arousal, and you’re just begging him to fuck you at this point.
and that’s what he does—ruthless and hard.
for the next few weeks, hendery comes back for more. in his room, in the bathroom, kitchen, living room—wherever he finds you alone and defenceless, he takes you, and fortunately for him, you show little to no resistance. you love it, love his cock. he always knew it.
he’s the one having all of your attention now, xiaojun barely gets it, and that’s if he even solicitates it. xiaojun’s not stupid, he knows what his brother is doing. hard to miss when he reeks from sex whenever he comes into his room or when you do a poor job at hiding the hickeys and bruises on your body.
your parents are as clueless as ever. especially their mom who thinks hendery finally decided to be kind to his sister. how endearing when the reality is so much worse—she’d never suspect it.
but one thing’s for sure, you won’t be able to fuck like bunnies once ten comes back. things will change and they’re going to get messy.
PREMISE: you hide in a very small storage closet, and become acutely aware of each other's bodies.
WORD COUNT: 3.4k
WARNING: gender neutral terms + fem anatomy for reader, mention of visible blushing (reader), dubious consent to medical intervention (reader, prior smut), some light masochism, unprotected sex (irl, please use protection and maybe do not do it while under the threat of daleks), multiple orgasms (oh boy, i love writing fiction). also no mention of breasts because dysphoria said no<3
"There is nowhere to hide," the distorted voice echoed from down the hall, coupled with an eerie blue light.
"We'll see about that," the Doctor muttered, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back of the office. There, you saw a narrow door. He tried it, and found it to be locked. The Doctor silently sonic'd it into submission while you kept watch. "Doctor, hurry."
"Almost done. You'd find bloody airlocks less stubborn than this medical closet."
After what felt like eons, the Doctor opened the door, shoved you into the closet. He followed, shutting the door and locking from the inside. Immediately you realized exactly how small this closet was, from the way his arms brushed against your front and your feet stood touching. You realized that if you could acutely feel his body heat and get this much information on the contour of his chest, then he could probably gather a cue from the increased temperature of your flushing face. Anywho, now was absolutely not the time to be picturing your travelling companion, the Doctor, underneath that tight pinstriped suit of his.
The voice in the hallway continued: "Hiding is futile. You will be exterminated."
"Are we—" you started to whisper, but were hushed by the Doctor's hand over your mouth.
"Shh. Lean to your right." You abided, and he seemed to reach past your head to one of the small shelves lining the walls. You heard him unscrew something, sniff it, and make a affirmative grunt. "This will hurt a little, but it will save your life." You felt him push up your sleeve—his long fingers, you noticed with no small amount of embarrassment, working nimbly—and pressing a needle into your arm. You took a slow breath in and out, trusting him with your life like it was nothing. You realized that after all this time, this was probably the most "doctorish" thing he'd ever done to you. It was also, somehow, the sexiest. Pressed up against you like this, on the brink of death. Pricking you with an unknown drug.
"Now," he whispered. Oh, his breath tickled your ear. That was new, too. "It will work quickly and it will last temporarily. You're going to die, briefly. I'll be here when you wake up again. I'm so sorry for this."
You were going to die? You thought the point of this was to prevent that from happening! But before you could give it much more thought, you slipped from consciousness, and died, all hot and bothered in the Time Lord's arms.
—
You came to in an uncomfortable click of reality back into place. It was still dark, and the first thing you noticed was that all you could smell, still, was Doctor. Your body felt disconnected, numb. You tried moving your limbs, and could not tell if you were successful.
"Oh, good. You're back with me. Just focus on my voice. The Dalek's have gone off, probably thought we took the TARDIS and ran. I gave you a large dose of a vasoconstrictor, rapidly decreasing your body temperature so that the infrared scan would miss us."
You tried to say, "Okay," but your voice came out in a cracked whisper.
"Right, water. Water, let's see." He leaned into you—you could only tell because his voice drew closer to your ear—and must have reached down. "Here's a water bottle. Let me open that for you. Here." He put it to your lips, which you were able to feel. That was a start. After several sips, you could feel your whole body explode in prickles as the feeling returning to every inch of your body, and it was excruciating.
"Ow, God, that hurts. Oh, my God," you breathed. "Everything. Everything hurts."
"I know, and I'm sorry. It should wear off quickly."
"Did you… give yourself the shot too?"
"Oh, no. Didn't have to. I simply squeezed my veins really hard until my body temperature went down."
You managed a minor break from involuntary writhing to give a laugh. "You can do that?"
"'Course I can," he stated.
"Ah!" You felt your body give a fervent tremble, as if your spirit had just been slammed back in place into your body. "Oh, hello. That's better."
"Sensations are back, are they?"
Oh, yes, they were. As if no time had passed, no drugs had coursed through your body, you were back to acute awareness of the Doctor's body heat, which also seemed to have returned to normal. You couldn't help but notice that what had felt warm before now felt almost unbearably hot. The combination of his intense radiating warmth and salient scent, that familiar scent of TARDIS and cinnamon and honey and metal, was very quickly driving you mad. "Doctor," you breathed, almost involuntarily. Oh, fuck, being crammed into a closet with the Doctor was forcing you to face the reality of how you felt about him. Or, rather, of how he made you feel, which seemed to have something to do with hormones and intense, dramatic arousal.
"Is there something else wrong?"
"Er," you began, unsure of where to start. Out of habit, you tried to cross your arms, but a single attempt reminded you that moving any limbs while half-tangled with the Doctor in a supply closet wasn't really an option. "Well, I need to rub some feeling into my arms, but I. Er. Can't reach." It wasn't a lie. And he was offering to help. Nevermind that this was definitely a desire-guided ploy to have his hands on you somewhere.
"Of course." He rearranged his arms so that he could reach your sides. Both of his hands grasped either of your forearms. "Here?"
"Yeah—and, um, higher, if you can."
Again, you reminded yourself, it hadn't been a lie that you needed some feeling rubbed into your arms. Your whole body felt a little unreal, probably a side effect of intentionally overdosing on some futuristic drug. But what was more unreal was having the Doctor's palms brushing against your skin, rubbing soft circles with pressure from his fingers. You couldn't help but release a pent-up sigh. These were The Doctor's hands, and they made you feel both so safe and so aroused.
"Higher?" he asked softly. God, was he doing that on purpose? His softened voice had an alluring tone you only ever heard when he was telling you a story. With his hands rising to your biceps, it sounded downright dirty. "How's here?" A shiver crept down your spine as his hand brushed the previous site of the shot he'd given you. It hurt—or it would have, if it had been anyone else's hand in any other context. But something about him being the one to inflict that pain was deeply pleasurable. Especially since the rest of him was more pressed against you now, though perhaps you were imagining it.
"Oh, hold on, sorry. Did that hurt?"
You paused. Would saying yes stop him from doing it again? "It felt rather nice, actually," you replied. "Um, that was a 'that felt good' shiver."
"Alright. Just… let me know if it does, yeah?"
You gulped audibly. "If it feels good?"
"I meant if it hurts. Though, I suppose you can tell me when it feels good, too." His hands had reached your shoulder now, fingers pressing into your back just before your shoulder blades. The heels of his palms worked into the front of your shoulders and you groaned.
"Oh, Doctor. That feels good." You couldn't even attempt hide the arousal dripping from your tone. The Doctor would have to be deaf to have missed it.
His hands froze, a pretty good indicator that was catching your drift. "Oh," he said, seemingly to himself.
You were about to ask him for forgiveness for being so forthcoming with your… state. That was, until you had to voice your own, "Oh!"
You were suddenly being confronted rather directly with the fact that the Doctor had anatomy apparently similar to a human male. This body seemed rather human, after all; you shouldn't have been surprised. But as your tone conveyed, you were indeed shocked by the tent in his pants helplessly pressing against your pelvis. Firstly, because you were suddenly aware that Gallifreyans might not be as alien as you'd previously thought. Secondly, because his hardness had very obviously been in response to your vocalization. Which meant that you had turned on the Doctor.
By moaning his name.
It wouldn't do to try and ignore this now. Not with your core melting with need, as it was now. At this point, your eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that you could make out where his face was—and you caught the glint of light in his presumably widened eyes.
"Doctor, I…" Damn it all, you couldn't come up with anything to say.
He took up the baton. "Are you… doing that on purpose?"
"Doing what?" It came out in a whisper.
The Doctor very deliberately cleared his throat.
"Those obscene sounds you're making," he said, almost snarling. "You're doing those on purpose, aren't you?"
You took a nervous breath in. After taking a few more, your honest response tumbled out: "Well. Not exactly. I can't help makin' them, can I? Not with your hands on me. It's—it's too much."
His hands grasped at your sides as if in retaliation. Your breath was knocked entirely out of you as one of his hands pressed into the small of your back, closing between you the small distance that had remained. Your arms, no longer pinned to your sides, and quite capable of feeling every sensation available to them, bent so that you could place your hands on that slender chest of his. You could feel with each hand his separate heart beats. You could feel his breath on your nose. And all you could smell was Doctor, Doctor, "Doctor…"
Then his lips were on yours, like an answer. At first he kissed you slowly, giving you time to reciprocate while taking in the divine sensation of his hands dragging along the bare skin of your back. When did his hands get under your shirt? You didn't know, and weren't about to complain. The Doctor broke off the kiss to lean his face into your neck, taking what sounded like a long inhale of your scent. He whispered your name and pressed kisses to the curve of your neck. You pushed one of your hands into his hair and clenched.
Between gasps, you managed to vocalize the only thoughts in your head. "Being against you like this—Mmh—Doctor, it's—ah—impossible to resist you."
"You don't know the half of it," he murmured into your ear, raising the hairs of your neck. At the same time, he gave a motivated press of his hips into you, his clothed erection hitting your body in just the right spot. With a whimper, you reciprocated with a buck of your hips.
"Please let me fuck you, Doctor," you whined. "I'm gonna go to pieces."
He chuckled, and you could perfectly picture his raised eyebrow. "Someone's in a hurry for my cock, hm?"
"Oh, stuff it." You had to ask, in a slight panic: "They're gone, for sure, right?"
He gave another breathy chuckle, hands running down your body to your waist, and past it. "Daleks couldn't stop us from fucking if they tried, darling."
His non-answer should have made you feel uneasy, but all it really managed was to send an impossible rush to the desire pooling at your core. Your hands went to his suit, fumbling by feel to unbutton it, to rid him of it, to expose his hot skin to your touch. He obliged in pushing off his suit jacket, only to curl a hand around your thigh, squeezing. Your lips found his again and you kissed more fervently than before while you undid his tie, and got to work on his dress shirt.
It was intoxicating, the feeling of the Doctor's erection against your clothed sex. Gone were worries of the Doctor thinking you saw less than him because of your attraction—gone was the suspicion that he didn't see you the same way—and for now, more present than ever was the fear of losing him. You just wanted more of him, more of his hands on you, more of his essence as close to you as possible. It created a frantic need to feel every inch of him.
Oh, and Christ, his mouth. He was natural with it, matching your cues without fail. He let you tell him exactly what to do, and he met it with such obedience. You managed with the rest of his buttons, and you ran your hands under his loose shirt, delighted to be met with soft chest hair. One hand crept to the small of his back and the other passed over one of his nipples. The Doctor gave a gratifying groan, and you did it again, slower. You could do this all day, drawing mewls from his mouth, causing him to get lost in pleasure. There was one issue, though, and that was that you couldn't see him. And what was the point of any of this, really, if you couldn't see the Doctor's eyes roll back into his head.
So you reached behind him and unlocked the door of your hiding spot. Immediately, light from the moons beyond this office-like building streamed in through the window. The first thing you noticed was the chaos of his feathery hair, more extreme than usual. Then, you saw the dusting of pink on his cheeks and especially the tips of his ears. But finally—and you couldn't look away—you saw his half-lidded stare, those big brown eyes fully entranced by you.
You closed the gap between your lips once again, pushing him out of the closet. You walked him backwards, and he stumbled into a desk near the window. The rest of your own clothes came off as he shoved off his slacks. You might have let him drink in your nakedness on another day. Today, you weren't feeling so generous. Besides, his eyes still hadn't left yours. They were impossibly fixed, barely blinking, as you made him sit on the desk and climbed into his lap.
The Doctor's hands felt your bare thighs, clenched around him. He squeezed your skin every few inches, as if trying to memorize your exact curves. Then, he rubbed a circle in your inner thigh. And for just a moment, everything went quiet.
You both seemed to hold your breath as those splendid long fingers of his reached your cunt and one pushed in. A small gasp left you, sound held back as if you were afraid you'd dissuade him from continuing. The only sound in the room was the wet thrusting of his fingers into your eager pussy, and those tiny gasps of yours. Waves of pleasure rushed out from your center to the tips of your fingers and toes.
"Doctor," was all you could think to say, and it was a plea. Your mouth fell open in pleasure, unable to voice anything but your pleasure. You wanted to reciprocate, somehow, but your limbs felt as paralyzed as before. It took effort, and immense focusing, for you to move your hand towards his cock. His gaze left yours to notice the intention of your hand. His eyes flashed back onto you, and he gave a small smirk as he pushed another finger into your cunt. You gave a vehement groan, your arm falling limp and your body feeling weak. His other hand caught your back and pulled you in towards him. His lips were on your neck, tipping you into absolute bliss. You were all but worshipping his fingers as you came. You kissed the freckles of his face and scraped your fingers through his hair, the existence of him before you being the answer to your pleasure.
You were still overcome by obsession with the Doctor. If you could feel that again, you felt sure you would. More than anything you needed him to feel good. You dared to imagine how his eyes might roll back in his head when he—
Legs trembling with need, you found yourself still unsatisfied. You were kneeling over him, and he leaned back on his hands, looking at you like you'd hung the stars in the expansive night sky behind you.
"You're awfully quiet, Doctor," you observed, hovering your cunt a few centimeters over his twitching cock. "Do you—"
He licked his lips, catching his breath, before answering: "I have nothing I need to say." His eyes swept across you. He had that same starstruck look in his eyes he might make at a particularly intricate piece of technology. That look was on you. Oh, fuck.
You sank yourself onto him, deliberately feeling every inch fill you to the brim. As he bottomed out, he let out a deep groan. You raised yourself again, gasping again at the way he rubbed against your unbelievably sensitive hole. His cock felt hot, filling, exquisite, a cup of hot cocoa on a winter's day. Irresistible, complimentary. "Fuck."
He whined your name. You found just the right slow, deliberate pace that had him shaking half the time and whining the rest. Distracting from the pleasure was the incredible realization you were having that you were fucking The Doctor. The Oncoming Storm. The Destroyer of Worlds. Your best friend.
"Oh, fuck, Doctor. All my fantasies."
Articulacy, for once, seemed to be out the window for him. Between moans and whimpers, he managed, "You feel amazing, darling."
You hadn't seen the Doctor drunk before. He abstained. You imagined part of it was out of a desire to stay alert. Or maybe it didn't do the same thing to his body that it did to yours. Or maybe he just didn't like the taste. It wasn't clear. What was clear was that the Doctor was absolutely drunk on how it felt to be inside you. You felt an imperative to commit the lewd, unspeakable expressions to your memory. If you could memorize just one of those obscene faces, you'd never be disappointed while touching yourself ever again. Especially for it to have that backtrack of clapping bodies.
That fixed gaze of his was wiped. Instead, his lashes fluttered in delayed, stuttering blinks. His eyebrows puckered at the bridge of his nose. His gasping mouth, you captured in a messy kiss, careful not to ruin your rhythm. The Doctor started to thrust reverently into you, breaking off the kiss. "Oh— my—" he managed.
"Yeah, yeah," you moaned, pace increasing in speed and strength. He was hitting depths of you that made your vision pulse. You felt a pressure rising, and again, you lost all your senses in pleasure. "That's it, Doctor."
In one final, full-bodied moan, he came into you, and the very sound of his pleasure put you over the edge. You buried your face in his neck, wrapping your arms around the Doctor's back. You wanted to absorb him, in that final, heat-filled moment. Then, the fever began to drift away, instead feeling that familiar warmth.
"Well," said the Doctor, voice muffled in your neck.
"Yes," you agreed. "It is well."
He giggled.
"Jesus," you said. "Give you the best fucking of your life, and you giggle at a pun immediately after."
"You think that was the best fucking of my life?" he asked haughtily.
You leaned out of his embrace and raised yourself off of his cock. Then, you looked him dead in the eye. "You're gonna try and tell me I didn't see your eyes fucking cross at how good you felt?"
He averted his gaze in a giddy sort of grin, the tint on his cheeks resurging. "First time I recall having someone ride my cock while I'm trying to save their life from Daleks."
"But you said they were gone, Doctor."
"Did I?"
You fell silent. And in that silence, you heard the quickly growing sound of a Dalek's movement in the hallway. And a distorted voice. "Doctor, you will be exterminated."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: oh my god i feel INSANE posting this. this is the first smut i've finished writing and god it was so hard to write, pun NOT intended. the purity culture i was raised on, plus my asexuality, are SCREAMING in AGONY. but it was fun to write anyways. i'd probably fuck the doctor given the opportunity 👍
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…
Word Count: 520
Summary: “You’re not sleeping out here by yourself. Either we both squeeze onto this tiny couch, or you come back to bed with me.”
Pairing: Ten X reader
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Ten groggily blinked awake, stretching his arm out to the side, only to find cold sheets where warmth should have been. His brows furrowed as he shifted, the faint hum of the heater filling the silence of their bedroom.
He rolled over and glanced at the clock—2:47 AM. Too late for you to still be up, yet too early for you to already be moving around. His sleepy confusion turned into mild concern as he sat up, rubbing his eyes before swinging his legs off the bed.
Padding out of the bedroom, he followed the dim glow of the living room lamp. His steps faltered when he saw you curled up on the couch, a thin throw blanket barely covering you. Your arm was tucked under your head, body curled in a way that looked anything but comfortable.
Ten sighed quietly, kneeling beside you. His fingers ghosted over your cheek before brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “What are you doing out here?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
You stirred but didn’t fully wake. He frowned, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of you—your brows slightly furrowed, the way your body seemed tense even in sleep.
Guilt pricked at him. Did something happen? Did he do something?
“Babe,” he whispered, shaking you gently. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused at first until recognition settled in.
“Ten?” your voice was barely above a whisper.
“Why are you sleeping here?” he asked again, softer this time.
You hesitated before mumbling, “I didn’t want to bother you.”
Ten frowned. “Bother me? Love, you never bother me.” He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. “What’s wrong?”
You sighed, looking away. “You seemed really tired today, and I didn’t want to wake you up with my tossing and turning.”
Ten’s lips parted in realization. “baby… that’s—” he exhaled, shaking his head before shifting to sit on the couch beside you. “Come here,” he murmured, gently tugging at your arm.
You blinked up at him, confused. “Huh?”
“You’re not sleeping out here by yourself. Either we both squeeze onto this tiny couch, or you come back to bed with me.”
You chewed on your lip. “But—”
“No buts,” Ten cut in, wrapping his arms around you and effortlessly lifting you up. A startled squeak left your lips as he carried you bridal-style back to the bedroom. “See? No effort at all. You could never be a bother.”
Setting you down on the bed, he slid in beside you, pulling the covers over both of you before wrapping an arm securely around your waist. His warmth quickly enveloped you, making it impossible to protest.
“You don’t have to sleep somewhere else just because you think I need rest,” he mumbled against your hair. “I sleep better when you’re next to me.”
Your heart softened at his words. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, melting into his embrace.
“Just promise me you won’t do it again.”
You nodded, letting sleep finally take you, this time wrapped in Ten’s warmth where you belonged.
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.
