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UNHOLY - Chapter Nineteen

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summary: an overflow of emotions as you're reunited with the loves of your life

length: 13,011 words

tags: pure smut (with feelings), oral sex, threesome, double penetration, orgy, multiple penetration, unrealistic supernatural sex

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Time doesn’t pass while you lay there on the floor. Waiting.

Or rather, it passes endlessly.

Nothing happens. You hear nothing, feel nothing, neither see nor taste nor smell. You don’t think while you lie there except to hope, repeatedly running over the hope that they will come, that Yuta and Ten were just behind you, and that Hell did not reabsorb them into the shadowy places that you saved them from.

Time is still, yet it races on.

You wait, weightless in the world, untethered from time or thought.

And then the world gasps the moment that the mirror’s surface is broken again.

Everything rushes in. Your senses return to you.

Sound: a gasping breath, the thud of knees on the floor, your name falling in desperate cries.

Smell: sulfur and smoke and sweat, close by. A little further away there’s the hint of salt and flowers and something musky and citrusy and fire smoke.

Sight: Yuta kneeling above you looking a little scorched and mussed from sweat and running, but he’s smiling and there are actual tears in the corners of his eyes, and he might look a mess but he’s also never looked more beautiful. And beside him is Ten, also smiling and gorgeous and there’s a half-healed scrape on his cheek, but they’re both whole and happy and here.

Feel: Yuta’s hands on your cheeks. Ten’s hands clutching yours. Your fingers passing through the long strands of Yuta’s hair on one hand, tangling with Ten’s fingers on the other.

Taste: Yuta kisses you — mouths crushed together in a messy, uncoordinated kiss because you’re both crying and starving for each other and you just want to be closer to him, closer to both of them. As soon as Yuta pulls away even slightly, Ten’s turning your attention to him, stealing your lips, kissing you with only slightly more finesse than Yuta. You just want to be close to them, to have and hold them, to be consumed in them, and endlessly wrapped up in them.

You quickly realize that’s not going to be a problem at all.

Neither Ten nor Yuta seems to be too eager to be apart from you either. Yuta’s lips trail down your throat as Ten continues kissing you. Hands trail over your sides, your hips and thighs.

Your clothes are already half-disintegrated from the fire you summoned to kill the Queen. The escape certainly didn’t help anything in preserving the fragile state of your clothes, so you can feel bare skin touching your skin in many spots as Ten and Yuta run their hands over you. And, in turn, their flames back in that final chamber seem to have charred away at their clothes too; you can feel clothing falling away beneath your hands as you touch them too.

Bare skin, hot breaths, their voices murmuring your name and their lips pouring praises over your skin as they each use their hands to brush away what remains of your clothing. You’re spread bare, naked on the floor, and you refuse to let go of either of them for even a moment.

Ten laughs when you dig your fingernails against the back of his neck as he tries to rise up on his knees. He says, “I’m not going anywhere, darling,” while he brushes his fingers through your hair.

Everything blurs together.

Yuta’s fingers slide between your bare thighs. Ten’s teeth nip at your ear lobe. Both of them speak your name in tones of pleasure as you drag Yuta’s mouth down to yours. You tangle your fingers in Ten’s hair, and arch your body, spread your legs.

Ten sighs, a breathless laugh spilling from his lips. “I’ve missed you so much. Darling, I thought we’d never get to see you again, never get to hear your voice, never get to feel you like this, trembling beneath us.”

Cued-in, Yuta’s fingers climb higher, unimpeded on their path to tease your clit. He smiles into your kiss. “I never thought I’d get to taste you again, and that last kiss in the Watchers’ dungeon wasn’t nearly as sweet or long as I’d have liked.”

“So kiss me more, fuck me again, take your time with me,” you beg, lifting your hips into Yuta’s touch, attempting to encourage him to go further.

He does.

You’ve missed his specific way of touching you, the way that Yuta’s fingers feel inside you — different from the other three.

Yuta takes over your senses. He’s all you can taste as he kisses you deeply; all you can feel with his body sinking down against yours and his fingers inside you, his thumb at your clit.

You forget that you’ve got your fingers in Ten’s hair until you pull. Ten moans beside your ear.

“Sorry,” you murmur apologetically, breaking the kiss with Yuta to turn your head to the side, looking at Ten.

“Apology accepted.” He leans in, quickly capturing your lips.

Yuta’s lips trail fiery hot down your throat, your chest, laving attention on each of your breasts before continuing lower. When his tongue joins his fingers inside you, you experience a rolling burst of pleasure, electric in your veins. Your hands leave off on touching Ten, diving instead into Yuta’s hair.

“Watch him,” Ten instructs. He pulls back from your kiss, clearing the way for you to look down at Yuta burying his face between your thighs.

It’s difficult to watch, your eyelids keep fluttering shut, head rolling back against the hard floor.

One of Yuta’s hands strays away from your thigh, lifting to one of your tits, teasing your nipple into a peak while his tongue dances tight circles against your clit and his other fingers stretch your pussy a little more for him.

Ten strokes your hair. You feel his breath on your cheek. His hand bumps against your hip, and when you peek your eyes open to take a glimpse of him, you realize that he’s jerking off.

“Let me.” You offer up your hand, but Ten only returns your fingers to Yuta’s hair.

“I’ve been without your touch for too long, so honestly,” he chuckles a little, “I’d prefer to wait to be inside you if I’m going to cum embarrassingly fast.”

Yuta laughs too. “Should I hurry things along for you, Ten?”

Ten flips him off. “Take your time. She deserves it. A prize for breaking us out.”

You lift your hand from Yuta’s hair to instead stroke your fingertips over Ten’s cheek. “I need no more prize than having you both here with me.”

“Well,” Ten drops a kiss to your forehead, “You’re still deserving, regardless.” He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes, and you swear you can almost feel his mind touching yours, trying to impress upon you his thoughts and feelings in that moment.

Yuta lowers his mouth against you once more, tongue flicking against your clit as he curls his fingers inside you. You can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, soaking Yuta’s hand as your orgasm finally crests over you. You can feel his lips curve into a smile, pleased with how easily and intensely he’s made you cum.

You draw your legs together around his head, raking your fingers through his long hair until he lifts his face, showing off his shining, damp smile.

“I wanna taste,” Ten complains, pulling away from your head.

“Oh, she likes the thought of that,” Yuta teases, feeling the way your walls contract around his fingers at the thought of Ten eating you out— the rare occurrence. “Treat her to a prize, Ten.”

When Yuta knots his fingers into Ten’s hair and begins guiding your oral-avoidant boyfriend down towards your pussy, your heart starts racing, a warm rush of arousal pulsing in your core. Your heart leaps when Ten lunges forward to lick teasingly at the corner of Yuta’s mouth, capturing just a little taste of you there.

“Oh, fuck me!” The words rise like a gasp, falling like a sigh from your lips when Ten (with no further ado) lowers his mouth to devour you.

You’re already so sensitive, still tingling and riding out the last waves from the orgasm, courtesy of Yuta. Feeling Ten’s tongue dragging through your folds, passing repeatedly and rhythmically over your clit, quickly has your legs quaking, your fingers cramping as you pull your hands into fists, disregarding the moans from both of your boyfriends who each have a handful of hair captured in your grasp.

And then Ten stops.

He places a gentle kiss to your clit.

He kisses your thigh.

“If I don’t get inside you soon,” he says roughly, trying to suppress just exactly how much he needs you right now, “I’m going to explode.”

You nod, and you can tell the motion is jerky, overly eager, but you don’t care. If you’re overeager, so are both of them.

Yuta and Ten climb up from between your legs, both of them moving to kiss you. Both of them touch you everywhere. They each kiss you simultaneously in a messy, uncoordinated, but soul-wrenchingly good kiss where you’re not entirely sure which of them is kissing you, or if maybe they’re more kissing each other, sharing the taste of you back and forth before returning to your waiting lips.

“C’mere,” Yuta moans, grabbing one of your thighs, pulling. He turns you towards him, draping your thigh over his hip.

You place your hands on his cheeks, kissing him and only him, desperate and hungry, heat building in your chest and excitement buzzing in your bones so that you’re writhing against him, rolling your hips forward, rubbing yourself against the hard ridge of his cock trapped between your bodies.

Ten presses up against your back, lean muscles and solid heat. His hands land on your hips, helping to hold you still a little as Yuta finally lines himself up.

“We’re never gonna let you go empty again, darling.” Ten kisses just beneath your ear. “Never leaving you alone.”

The feeling as Yuta fills you, as he slides his cock into your soft heat, it’s indescribable. It feels like no time has passed at all since you last did this with him, with both of them. Even as Yuta starts to move, you feel Ten’s erection against your ass, and you want him too.

You crane your neck trying to see Ten behind you. His fingertips are against your chin, his mouth meets yours — all lips and tongue and teeth nipping at your bottom lip while you gasp Yuta’s name. Ten’s chest presses against your back, and he releases his hold on your chin to slide both of his arms around you. One hand rises to your tits, pinching at your nipples, rolling the tight bud between his fingers. His other hand dives down, tracing fingertips over the curve of your belly, down and down until his touch reaches your clit, his knuckles brushing Yuta’s belly.

You shudder between them, moaning each of their names into Ten’s mouth.

“That’s right, my love,” Yuta groans, clutching at your hips as he rocks into you. “Say our names again.”

Yuta. Ten. Yuta. Ten. Yuta, Yuta, Yuta. Their names pour from your lips, caught up in the whirlwind of pleasure as Ten’s fingers apply the perfect friction to your clit and Yuta’s cock glides up against the spot inside of you that has your orgasm rushing through you – your walls clench around him, your mouth opens in a wordless moan, your body trembling.

“Good girl,” Ten praises you, kissing along your jaw. “Cumming for us so well.”

Yuta kisses down to the hollow of your throat. “But we’re not anywhere near done with you yet.”

With a sudden burst of strength, you push Yuta over flat onto his back. Your hair falls over your shoulders, curtaining around your face. His eyes widen in surprise, but his lips are already curling into a satisfied smirk as you say, “I fucking hope we’re not near done.”

Ten lies down on the floor beside Yuta, both of them looking up at you as you sit up on Yuta. You feel flushed with warmth and desire, pleasure and sweet delight as you bare your body to your demons, as they stare at you, enraptured when you start moving. Yuta’s fingers twitch where they rest against your thighs, his jaw flexing, lips parted with a sigh at the feel of you riding him, so warm and soft around him.

Ten gazes up at you, keeping his hands to himself for the time being. You look away from Yuta just for a moment to catch sight of Ten holding his cock, his fingers in a ring around the base as if he’s trying to hold off cumming just yet. The thought of Ten ready to burst without even having been inside you brings a smile to your face.

You rock yourself on Yuta, lowering yourself forward until your tits press against his chest, your lips hovering just over his. You turn your head to the side, looking at Ten again.

“You know I can take you both, if you’d like?” You roll your hips, feeling Yuta’s cock twitch inside you. “I must admit, two at once is something I’ve grown very accustomed to even while you were both imprisoned.”

Ten scoffs. “Teasing us with talk of WinWin and Mark, darling? You know how jealous I get; what if I don’t want to go easy on you?”

Yuta, on the other hand, smirks and smacks a hand down against your ass. “Did they treat you well? Is Mark as good as you’d hoped? He’s not as warm as us or WinWin, and he’s a lot more flammable than us too. How’s that worked out?”

“Surprisingly well. That’s why taking him and WinWin at the same time works out so nicely. A little mix of cold and hot.” You spark your fingertip into a flame, running it down Yuta’s chest as you lift yourself up on your elbows. He draws in a sharp breath through his teeth, but your flame doesn’t hurt him any more than your bare fingertip would have. “Of course, it helps to let Mark drink from me; gets the juices flowing, so to speak.”

“I can bite you too, if you’re into that now?” Ten suggests, moving from the floor into a kneeling position behind you. His fingertips dance along your spine from tailbone to the base of your neck where he tangles his fingers through your hair. With a light tug of his hand, you sit up.

Still seated in Yuta’s lap, your pussy sinks down around his cock. His hips rock up off the bed just as Ten bows his head to your shoulder, and Ten bites down.

“Oh, God!” You whimper, your body jolting as the sharpness of Ten’s bite travels down to your pussy.

“There’s no god here, darling angel,” Ten licks over the bitemark he’s left behind.

Yuta trails a hand up from your thigh, over your belly, up your chest as he sits up, and finally he curls his hand against the base of your throat, his lips brush your chin, and he says, “But if you bend over, be a good girl for Ten and I, we’ll certainly make you see a whole new universe.”

It’s really no question of if, is it? Of course you’re going to bend back over Yuta and take both him and Ten’s cocks at once. You’ve been craving exactly this for months now.

Yuta laughs when you crush your mouth to his, when you push at his shoulders and both of you fall to the floor again, his shoulders pinned to the floor beneath your hands.

Ten’s fingers sink into your pussy alongside Yuta’s cock, soaking his fingers with your wetness before he pulls them back out and touches your back entrance. “Gonna make you cum again before I’m inside you. See if you can make Yuta cum too.” And then he’s sinking his lubed up fingers inside your asshole, gently easing them in, curling his fingers, thumb circling the taut muscle.

Yuta laughs breathlessly, hips rocking up into you with each thrust of Ten’s fingers inside your other hole. They work out a rhythm, and before long you’re on the verge of climax again, the tension in your body growing and growing until Yuta finally lifts his head from the floor and takes one of your nipples in his mouth. Just a pinch of teeth, the sweet warmth of his tongue flicking over the tip of your nipple just as his cock nudges against the soft spot inside you, and Ten adds an extra finger. You come apart entirely.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moan, throwing your head back, rocking back onto Ten’s fingers and Yuta’s cock, needing wanting craving more and more.

And Ten doesn’t deny you that.

His fingers are removed, but not a moment later, there’s the head of his cock, plunging right inside you.

Yuta goes still, but Ten moves quickly, fucking into you hard and fast in a way that you find difficult to keep up with while you’re still recovering from your orgasm two seconds ago. But your body is moving with him, bouncing back on both of their cocks with each thrust. Yuta’s lips are still wrapped around your nipple, so it’s easy to tell when he begins moaning, the vibrations against your sensitive nipple spiral down to the warmth pooling in your belly again.

Ten grips your hips, shifting your position slightly so he’s fucking into you at a new angle, down against the thin barrier between his cock and Yuta’s.

And that’s it for Yuta.

His climax hits, pulsing jet after jet of cum inside you. His head falls back against the floor. His fingers dig against your sides.

Ten’s hands are everywhere else – cupping your ass, running up your spine, dipping into your hair, reaching around beneath you to touch your clit. And he’s singing your praises, or that’s what it sounds like at least. Ten has slipped into the demon tongue, and you can’t understand a single word of it.

But Yuta can.

His eyes go wide at something Ten says, and he looks over your shoulder at your other boyfriend before he meets your gaze again.

You whine, clenching down around both of them as Ten swirls his fingers against your clit, and that tight knot inside you grows tighter.

Yuta says your name, and although you’re struggling to keep your eyes open as you fight to hold off cumming again just yet, you look at him. “Can you take us both in your pretty pussy? Ten wants you to try? Do you think you can?”

You nod without hesitation. Of course you can take them both.

As soon as you’ve nodded, Ten pulls out of your ass, and you feel the tight pressure – uncomfortable for only a second – as he lines his cock up with your pussy and pushes in. It’s a tight fit, there’s no denying that. But your body is very adaptable, and you’ve got Yuta’s cum helping to lubricate the way for Ten.

“Oh, God!” You moan again.

Ten laughs, lips pressing against your shoulder. “There you go with that again. Maybe I should stop if you’re thinking about God while a demon’s fucking you.”

Ten goes still inside you.

It’s unbearable. The feeling of being so full with both of them in your pussy at once, neither of them moving, but the heat and the lust and the pulsing need to cum in your belly are driving you insane with need at the moment.

“For the love of all things unholy,” you curse, rolling your hips back, “Move, Ten!”

Yuta’s hard inside you again, and as you roll your hips back to meet each of Ten’s thrusts, you quickly realize that Yuta’s moving too. They each pound into you on alternate beats so you’re never empty. Your own wetness and Yuta’s cum are leaking out of you, getting your thighs and Yuta’s belly slick.

But then they both push in at once, and that feeling again – of being so full and complete – liquefies your bones, incinerates the last bit that held you back from cumming.

It sets both of them off too.

Ten and Yuta cum deep inside you, both of their cocks buried as deep as they possibly can while your pussy milks them both for all that they’ve got. And all three of you are wreathed in flames. You’re burning handprints onto the floor. Yuta’s fire sparks a deep reddish orange where it licks against your skin, and out of the corner of your eyes there’s the warm gold of Ten’s fire wrapping around you.

Everything feels like too much all at once, and you feel tears burst into your eyes.

“You’re a mess, my darling,” Ten grunts as he pulls out. “Crying and covered in cum.”

You’re half-certain that you squirted on that last orgasm too. Everything down between your legs feels extremely wet and sticky, and the feeling only intensifies when Yuta pulls out too, and their combined loads begin dripping from your used pussy onto Yuta’s flagging cock.

You have no concept of time in the state that you’re in, so it could be minutes or hours later or maybe even just seconds later, when you hear a door opening.

Yuta stiffens beneath you. Ten leaps to his feet.

You turn your head to look over your shoulder, across the room to the doorway.

For the first time since you fell through the mirror, you finally take in your surroundings and realize that you know exactly where you’re at.

When you stepped into the mirror passage, you asked it to spit you out on Ira’s island. Mentally, you’d been imagining the full-length mirror that sat in one corner of your bedroom at Ira’s house. When your senses had all returned as soon as Ten and Yuta fell through the mirror after you, what you smelled in the air had only seemed to corroborate your belief that you’d landed in Ira’s home.

But that’s not where you are.

You’re home. Exactly where you’d wished to be.

The dull orange glow of Hell City shines through the windows behind you, illuminating the faces of WinWin and Mark as they’ve just busted through the door of your old, wonderful apartment in Hell City.

Mark lets out a choked sound – a mix between a sob and a cry of delight. And then suddenly he’s right there before you, pulling you off of Yuta and into his arms. The cool bite of his bare skin against yours jumpstarts something in your system, and suddenly you’re crying and twisting your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Fuck, we were so worried!” He cries, his voice rasping with emotion. “You just disappeared from bed, no sign of where you’d gone.”

There’s a thump beside you, and when you take a peek, you realize that WinWin has fallen to his knees beside you. His eyes are brimming with emotion, dark with relief. He lifts a hand to stroke the back of your hair. “We would have gone with you, if you’d just asked. But it’s clear you didn’t need us.”

“I always need you, don’t be ridiculous.” You pull out of Mark’s tight embrace. “I need all four of you, and that’s why I couldn’t risk taking both of you with me. What if we failed? What if I lost both of you as well as the two of them? I couldn’t handle that.”

Yuta is still sprawled out on the floor, but he pulls himself into a sitting position then. “And do you think any of us could handle it if we lost you?”

You’re suddenly crying a little harder, overwhelmed.

Everything, all at once, comes crashing down on you. The reality of where you’ve found yourself.

You woke hours and hours ago from a nightmare. You fled safety, leaving two of your boyfriends behind so that you could go alone on what could have been a suicide-mission to rescue your other two boyfriends. You adventured into Hell, down secret passages and through throne rooms and trials. You came face-to-face with the Queen of the Night and the now King of Hell, Kun. You rescued your boyfriends, were chased by hellhounds, narrowly escaping them with your life as well as the lives of your boyfriends. You had amazing, wonderful reunion sex with them. You’ve found yourself whole and happy and back in your apartment you made into a home with these four men that you are so lucky to call your own. And they all love you and want to protect you and somehow they’re all right here for you.

You survived. All of you.

WinWin runs his hands over you, brushing away your tears before continuing on to check for any damages to your person. Any scrapes or wounds or bruises. All he finds is the fading bite mark from Ten and the brutal mess of cum between your legs.

“You’re okay, right?” He asks softly, gently tipping his forehead against yours.

“I have all of you here, of course I’m okay.” You lean against him.

Mark takes up your hand to lace his fingers with yours. “We were just concerned because you were gone for so long.”

Ten clears his throat. “How long?”

“For, like, four days.” Mark holds your hand tightly, and he doesn’t look away from you even when Ten makes a quiet exclamation of shit. “We had a good idea that you’d gone to rescue them. Seulgi said that she saw you swimming off at dawn, and she tried to stop you, but before she could reach you, you were gone.Win and I wanted to go after you, but Ira said that we might cause more harm than good. We would give it a few days, keep an eye out for you; he would reach out to contacts to see if anyone else had any information.”

“We left the next morning,” WinWin says, “Came here to see if there were any signs of you here, or in case you came back here. Especially since there’s the entrance to Hell in the river. We thought there might be a good chance you’d come back here.” His fingers draw down the length of your spine. “Mark had a witchy friend draw a spell around your apartment to alert us if anyone breached the border.”

Mark is looking at you like he wants to pull you into a tight embrace again, but instead he just cracks a smile and says, “We just went down to the market to grab something for WinWin to eat and to get me a fresh pint of blood. I’d literally just reached for a bottle of the good stuff when I felt the alert trigger. We came back as fast as we could.”

“Thank fuck that you didn’t get back any faster,” Ten teases. “We were preoccupied.”

“I wouldn’t have been mad if we’d walked in on that, though,” WinWin grins, still tracing his fingers in tantalizing shapes along your spine.

“No?” Ten sinks down to kneel on the floor as well. “She was talking about both of you in the midst of that, trying to make me jealous.”

You’re sure if Mark had the ability to blush, his cheeks would be flushed right then. He avoids looking at anyone, choosing instead to focus on the lines of your palm. He’s got that quiet nervousness about him right now, and you know he’s probably questioning his place in this relationship again. Sure, you’ve talked about it with him and WinWin, but that was before, back when Ten and Yuta were still gone; it was theoretical. Now, you’re all here together.

“Mark,” you keep your voice gentle. “Look at me.”

He lifts his gaze slowly, but when he meets your gaze, you offer him a smile.

“Mark,” Yuta says, “I guess we haven’t properly welcomed you into the relationship, have we? You’ve been an unofficial part of it for quite some time, but you weren’t as intimately involved before we left.” He tilts his head a bit to the side, observing the way that Mark shyly avoids eye contact. “We understand that that’s changed finally. Our girlfriend was desperate for your cock too, you know? As soon as we welcomed WinWin in, we figured it was only a matter of time for you to join. You know you make her happy, right?”

You raise a hand to cup Mark’s cheek. “You’ve been a part of this relationship for longer than you realized. That doesn’t change now that Yuta and Ten are back, like I’ve told you before. I’m not letting you go anywhere.” You twist an arm behind his neck. You shift your legs beneath you so that you’re seated properly in his lap, looping your legs around his hips. “As a matter of fact, I believe the last time we had a conversation about this, you and WinWin then teased me for far too long afterwards about what it would be like to have me take all four of you at once.”

“Aren’t you tired, darling?” Ten drawls from his position. “How many times did you just cum with us, and you’re still needy for more?”

You are tired after escaping Hell and all that, but for now, you’re also still buzzing and more than a bit horny. And besides that, you’re back in Hell City where you rarely felt the need to sleep.

“I can sleep later. All of us can.” You push your fingers up into Mark’s hair. The feel of your nails scraping over his scalp sparks a hunger in his eyes, draws a slow smile to his lips. “For now, I want you all to share me.”

Mark nods. “Happy to.”

Before you know it, Mark has moved you from your perfect spot perched in his lap on the floor. Your back is against the soft mattress.

You’re enveloped by the scent of salt air, citrus, musk, and firesmoke, as you had been when you first breathed in deeply after passing through the mirror. You now realize that you’d caught the scent of Mark and WinWin living in your apartment – their clothes had carried the scent of the sea from Ira’s. The citrus and smoke and musk was just their smells.

Mark is already kissing his way down your belly, nuzzling against your navel. “Can I have a taste, baby?”

You don’t know if he means to eat you out or bite you, and you don’t care either way. You simply knot your fingers in Mark’s hair and gasp “Yes.”

The spike of pleasure you get when Mark’s fangs slide into your thigh is heavenly, and only heightened by his fingers simultaneously plunging inside of you. He drinks from you and fingers you, and it’s not long before you’re cumming from the combination of sensations. Your back arches off the bed, your lips parted to cry his name.

“Quiet down, darling,” Ten laughs as he settles on the bed beside your head. “This apartment isn’t entirely soundproof, you know. So unless you want the whole city to hear you….”

But you can’t quiet down. First of all, your body is so sensitive from all that you’ve received within the past half an hour. Second of all, the aphrodisiac power of Mark’s bite is so much that your eyes roll back and you feel flames sparking at your fingertips. Someone drags your hands out of Mark’s hair before you can set him on fire.

Mark keeps fingering you until your thighs are trembling, closing in around his hand, and even then he seems reluctant to withdraw.

When you open your eyes, he’s flushed with color in his cheeks and lips, his eyes are alight and bright red. He licks his lips while gazing down at you, drinking in the sight of you all glowy from the multiple orgasms. You like when he gets this way – when you can tell that the bloodlust is taking over and he’s going to fuck you with wild abandon.

Ten holds your hands up above your hand, bound together in Ten’s lap.

Yuta settles on the edge of the bed, watching with an amused smile.

WinWin stands at the foot of the bed, behind Mark, observing with his arms folded across his chest. He’ll have his turn next, and your body tingles, nipples tightening in anticipation.

You jerk your hands in Ten’s hold. None of them are really touching you right now; they’re all just watching you. You want to be touched, and if they won’t do it, you will. You tug again.

Ten tuts at you. “Be good, angel.”

You can feel wetness seeping out of you, your pussy surely glazed in your own arousal and the spilled cum from your demons. Mark licks his lips again, and you think you might implode if one of them doesn’t put their cock inside you soon.

“Look at her squirm, Mark,” Ten teases. “She needs you. Her nipples are so tight right now, I bet you could just flick one with your fingertip and she’d cum.”

To your surprise, Yuta reaches over. You see his hand enter your peripheral vision.

With a cry, your chest arches off the bed, a zing radiating from your right nipple that Yuta just flicked. All four of them make amused little sounds at your reaction, and you feel your fire simmering just beneath your skin.

“Now, now, princess. Settle down.” WinWin steps a little closer, but he still doesn’t climb onto the bed. “Mark, you’d better fuck her before she bursts into flames.”

Mark doesn’t even bother undressing, something you’re grateful for as you’re very tired of waiting. He just pushes down his pants, grabs your ankles and quickly bends you in half. Your back pops, which feels absolutely amazing in a way completely separate from the rest of what’s happening right now. Your knees hit your shoulders, your thighs pressed to your chest, and Mark rushes forward to fill your exposed pussy, sinking in as deep as he can.

Mark is relentless in his pace, chasing his own high. He presses in deep, touching places that Ten and Yuta hadn’t earlier.

A long, loud moan leaves you.

Ten snickers, lifting one of his hands from where he’s been binding your wrists together, and he presses two fingers between your lips. “Didn’t I tell you to quiet down?”

You suck at his fingers, desperate to give your mouth something to do if he won’t let you moan each time that Mark hits your sweet spot. Ten leans into it, pumping his fingers between your lips, fingerfucking your mouth in time with Mark’s thrusts into your pussy until you’re gagging around his fingers, spit leaking everywhere.

“Cock.” You finally manage to squeeze the word out between Ten’s fingers.

“Excuse me?” Ten pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, dragging them over your bottom lip and your chin to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. “What was that?”

“I wanna – fuck!--” You cry out as Mark hits particularly deep, grinding into you with one of his thumbs at your clit. You’re seeing stars, but you push through to utter, “I wanna suck your cock, Ten.”

Obligingly, Ten shuffles around to kneel above your head, and within seconds, he’s swiping the head of his cock over the seam of your lips, tapping the tip against your tongue when you open up for him, and then he pushes in. The angle is a bit off like this, all upside down, but you don’t truly mind. You swallow around him, taking him in and tonguing at his slit when he pulls back enough to let you do so. Ten makes sweet noises of satisfaction, his fingers knotting in your hair while he fucks your mouth.

Mark cums a moment later, partially inside you, half of his load landing in stripes across your pussy before dripping down your ass.

Your feet fall back to the bed as Mark steps away. Ten pulls out of your mouth, but you’re not finished, mouthing at his cock until he shifts out of your reach.

“More,” you whine, holding out your tongue.

Ten looks down at you, a wicked grin on his lips. “A little cock hungry, darling? You need every hole filled?”

You nod. “Please.”

Ten moves forward again, teasing the tip of his cock against your tongue hanging out of your mouth, but he doesn’t let you take the tip between your lips. Instead he lets his cock bob against your chin, and then he shuffles forward a little more until his knees are against either side of your head, and his balls hover right above your mouth.

You put your hands on his cock, stroking him off as you tip your head and suck and lick and kiss at his balls. One of the others – you can’t see which of them – slides a hand between your legs, teasing his fingers over your wet slit without dipping them inside and without reaching your clit. Ten is a moaning mess above you, grinding down on your face, cock growing wetter and harder in your hand, and you can tell the moment before he cums as his balls draw tighter under your tongue’s ministrations.

His cock twitches in your hand, jerking as each hot pulse of cum leaves the tip, landing in stripes across your chest. Whoever is teasing your pussy leaves off from that in favor of reaching up to press your tits together as you continue sucking Ten’s balls and jerking him off over your tits.

You feel a tongue on your skin, licking up the mess of Ten’s making, and with him still sitting above your face, you still can’t tell who it is, but there’s a hand back down between your legs, and your heart is racing, pouding in your chest more intensely with each passing lap of a tongue over your nipples, each stroke of fingers between your legs as they’re now teasingly drawing circles around your clit, and Ten finally draws back, lifting up enough for you to draw a clear breath before he presses his cock once again between your lips, hitting the back of your throat.

You suck, tongue working along his length as Ten slowly starts to withdraw, giving you plenty of time to clean the musky flavor of him from his cock.

When at last he draws out and you gasp for breath, you can finally see that it’s Yuta cleaning your tits with dedication. WinWin is the one between your thighs. Ten collapses back against the headboard, looking pleased with himself. Mark at some point stripped off the rest of his clothes, and he now lies on his side on the edge of the bed with his head propped up on his hand.

“Have you had enough?” WinWin asks, tapping his finger on your clit, and smiling wider as each tap makes your thighs twitch.

You shake your head. “No. I said I want you all, and I mean it.”

“Just to warn you, princess, I think my rut is approaching,” WinWin warns as he pulls his hand away, and he finally climbs onto the bed, kneeling between your parted legs. “It won’t be here for several days, but my dick is already showing signs.”

Mark snorts. “And what does that mean?”

WinWin glances dismissively over at the vampire, then wordlessly he reaches down, unfastens his pants and then shoves them down.

Your thighs snap together, and you can barely restrain a moan as WinWin’s cock springs up.

You’ve been with him enough times that you’ve grown used to his size. He’s usually the biggest of your boyfriends, but right now, he’s intimidatingly big. You remember it being unrealistic during the rut, but you’d thought that was your haze of lust making you misremember it. Now that you’re more familiar with how large he usually is, you can definitely tell that his rut must have some effect on his cock’s size.

Ten whistles appreciatively. Mark mutters a damn. Yuta doesn’t say anything, but he does lift his head from where he was sucking at one of your nipples.

“It means, Mark, that during rut my cock adjusts to be able to fuck my partner open wide to make room for my knot.” WinWin reaches down, curling his fingers around the wide base of his cock. “It’s intimidating, I know, and you’ve taken it before. But if you’ve already had too much today, I understand not wanting to put your body through this too.”

You sit up, dislodging Yuta from his position at your chest.

“I told you I want all of you,” you repeat to WinWin as you rise up onto your knees and push a finger into his chest. “That includes you and your monster cock.”

One of the others gets a hearty laugh out of that.

WinWin just nods, and hungrily he reaches for you.

He’s kneeling there on the foot of the bed, dressed still in a shirt with his pants just unfastened and loose around his hips, but that doesn’t stop him from hauling you up into his lap. You clasp your arms behind his neck, lifting yourself high enough in his lap that he can press you down onto his cock.

“Wait,” he murmurs, “Should I try and stretch you a little more?”

You jerk your head to signal no. “I just took Yuta and Ten at the same time. I know you’re big right now, Win, but probably not too much bigger than both of them combined.”

His eyes flash for a brief moment, the wolf peeking through. “Damn, have I mentioned that I wish Mark and I would have walked in on you guys?”

“There’s time for that later. Right now, I just need you.” You dig your fingernails into the back of his neck.

WinWin growls, a low rumble from deep in his chest. He keeps one hand on your hip, the other is settled around the base of his cock as he lines up and eases you down on him.

“God–” Mark swallows the rest of whatever he’s going to say.

You can’t muster the will to say anything. The stretch and intense feeling of being so full – certainly fuller than you’d been earlier – steals your breath away. Your head falls to WinWin’s shoulder. Once you’ve taken enough of him in, he lifts his hand from his cock to stroke along your back.

“Okay?” He checks in with you.

“Mm,” is all you can muster, putting all of your focus into continuing to sink down around his fat ass cock. But you’re taking your time, pausing to adjust to the stretch and burn.

“Dude, how does it feel?” Mark asks after a moment. “Like you’re not usually this big, so does having an extra swollen dick change how she feels around you?”

Ten and Yuta don’t make a sound, and you find that you’re interested in WinWin’s answer as well.

“Much more intense, like I have a bunch of new nerve-endings, and every single one of them can feel every part of her wrapped around me. Each tiny twitch of her around me, squeezing tighter.” WinWin bumps a kiss to the side of your head. “And it’ll be even more intense during my rut.”

“And for you, sweet girl?” Yuta asks from behind you. “How does it feel for you? A lot more than taking Ten and I earlier?”

Again, all you can manage is a “mhm” of agreement.

But then you’ve settled, seated on WinWin’s thighs, fully impaled on his cock. You’ve got the chance to catch your breath, to truly adjust, and you take it, knowing that you need to relax a little more. You lift your head from his shoulder, tilt your head, and whisper, “Kiss me.”

Considering you for a moment, WinWin searches your face as if looking for any reason that he should stop this before it continues. “Are you sure about –?”

“Don’t you dare pull out. I will castrate you in your sleep if you do.” The threat spills out through gritted teeth, but you mean it. “Just kiss me.”

Each of the other three laughs at your threat. It only takes a sweeping look from you to silence all of them.

For another moment, WinWin hesitates, but then he ducks in, capturing your lips with his. You just need to kiss, to have that mindless pleasure of a good kisser to distract you and help you relax around his enormous length, and as WinWin skillfully distracts you with his kiss, you begin to experimentally move, circling your hips first, and when you grow a little braver, you dig your fingers into his shoulders, and you draw yourself up his length a bit before dropping back down.

Groans are muffled between your mouths. WinWin’s hand clutches tightly at your hip.

His cock is big enough that it shouldn’t feasibly fit inside you without some serious preparation beforehand. But you’ve already been fucked thrice within the last hour, by two decently sized cocks at once, and you’re also capable of shape-shifting, so it takes really no time at all now that you’re getting into it for your pussy to be able to easily take WinWin’s monster cock.

“I never thought I’d see the day that I was happy to watch our girlfriend get pounded by a werewolf,” Ten mutters behind you to Yuta. “But, damn, if this isn’t one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” And then in a slightly louder voice, he says, “You know, WinWin, I’m not entirely averse to cockriding, if you’d ever be interested.”

Just the thought of getting Ten involved in that way gets your mind racing. You’re really not sure how interested WinWin is in that, and neither you nor Ten receive that answer right then either. WinWin ignores Ten as he chooses to instead curl his arm around your waist, and instinctively, you wrap your legs around his hips. He rises up from the bed, and without pulling out of you or letting go, WinWin takes his free hand and smoothly drags his shirt up over his head.

Kicking his pants off from where they’ve sunk to pool around his ankles seems to prove a little more difficult, as WinWin nearly tips you back over onto the bed, but you don’t mind. You laugh, clinging to his neck, bouncing slightly on his cock from the jostling movement.

Large though he may be, you’ve adapted to his size enough that when WinWin settles back down on the bed, sitting on the edge before he lies back towards the middle of the bed with you seated in his lap, you feel comfortable enough to ride him. You move slowly, of course, rising up and dropping back down, never letting more than a few inches leave your pussy.

Mark slides closer, and you notice him watching closely the way that you’re taking WinWin in. “Do you think, after you’re done with him,” he asks you, “That you’ll be open to taking anyone else?”

“Not saying yes to anything,” you force the words out, finding it a little difficult to breathe when a single upward thrust from WinWin knocks the air out of you.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” WinWin groans. “My cock is stretching you open so good right now, I bet you could easily take all three of them after we’re through.”

Pleasure rolls through you at the thought. Yes, you’ve thought about all four of them before, but you’d imagined it more as like two of them each working down below, one in your mouth, one in your hand. But the visual that WinWin has just painted has your imagination playing out a new potentially impossible scene: you on your hands and knees; Ten beneath you, his face close enough to kiss; Yuta behind you, lying on his back with his legs overlapping Ten’s; Mark straddling Yuta so he’s able to squeeze in; WinWin hunched over you, his cock stretching wide your asshole.

Quickly, your orgasm snaps through you. Flames roll over your skin, and it’s only Yuta’s fast thinking and faster hands that extinguish the flames before they can even touch WinWin. You’re too busy to think about your flames, too focused on fucking yourself on WinWin now, moving faster, savoring the relentless pleasure.

“Ride him, my love,” Yuta whispers to you, kissing just behind your ear. “We all wanna see his big cock fill you up, leave you dripping.”

So you do. You put all of your remaining, waning strength into riding WinWin like you’re an actual goddamned cowgirl, and you can see it affecting him. WinWin drops his head back, throat bobbing, eyes glowing wolfishly.

The animalistic grunts and moans — a low growl from deep in his chest when you lift yourself up until just his tip remains inside you — all make you want to work for his orgasm even harder.

Underneath your hands where they’ve fallen to his belly, you can feel WinWin’s abs flexing with each of his movements to meet your rolling hips. His chest is tensing, and you swear he’s got to be holding back, trying to keep himself from cumming for some reason.

“Very good, darling,” Ten coos as he joins you on your other side. His lips skim over the curve of your shoulder. “You look so pretty like this. The only thing that could make you prettier right now is if your sweet pussy was just dripping with WinWin’s cum. If only he’d stuff you full, isn’t that right?” He’s teasing, though you’re not sure if he’s aiming it at you or WinWin. Even his next comment could be meant for either of you as it works on both of you. He simply traces his fingers down from your navel to your swollen clit, and says, “You’d look so pretty bred by his enormous cock.”

Winwin cums at the same time as you do.

Your orgasm is an exhalation, all the tension releasing in your body, melding with him as WinWin fills you with everything he has to give. You can feel it already, bloating your belly, and you don’t know if it’s really possible for anything to come of any of them cumming inside you, but damn you really hope not. Not now, anyway. Right now you just want to enjoy this feeling of your boyfriends fucking you into a state like this.

You drag WinWin closer with your hands curved around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss as you each clutch at each other, bodies still moving in tandem even as Ten and Yuta are touching you and leaving kisses over your shoulders and neck. And then Mark steps up too, his fingers gentle on your chin as he directs your mouth away from WinWin’s.

His eyes are wide with wonder when you open your mouth, when you say, “I have a fantasy I want to try out.”

“Aren’t you tired?” WinWin’s lips trace your throat. “We don’t have to do all of this tonight.”

But you do. You want to.

You want to feel so well-fucked that you can’t leave bed for at least a day. You know they’ll pamper you when you can’t move from this mattress.

“Unless you guys are still in hiding?” Mark says, glancing between Ten and Yuta. “How exactly did the escape go?”

“Talk later!” You complain, tugging at Mark’s wrist. “I just… I just need this one last thing from all four of you before we call it a night. Please?”

You pout, putting as much neediness and hunger as you can into your eyes, looking around at each of them. They’re all four wrapped around your fingers, and this takes just a little tug on each of their strings to get what you want.

Yuta lays a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “What is it that you want from us, pretty girl? What’s this fantasy?”

Ten nods.

Mark can’t look away from your lips.

WinWin still has his face buried against your neck, his hands grasping hard enough to bruise at your hips while he stays stubbornly hard inside you.

“Isn’t it obvious? You guys brought it up.” You roll your hips subtly in WinWin’s lap. “He stretched me out perfectly, so I bet I could take all three of you inside me at once. And WinWin, if you’re feeling up to it, you can take my ass.”

“Fuck, baby,” Mark moans, dipping forward to kiss you briefly.

“Do you mean it?” Ten asks, and you feel his fingers on your thigh, stroking lightly. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

Yuta wraps his arms around you. “Maybe we should disconnect you from WinWin’s dick, and then let you make a solid decision on the matter. His rut pheromones are contagious, y’know.”

“I haven’t started yet!” WinWin argues. “She’s just horny.”

The other three and yourself mumble your agreements with that fine assessment. You are just horny, which is why it works out so well that you’ve found yourself four boyfriends; most of them even have very quick refractory periods.

Yuta, his arms still around you, begins to ease you off WinWin. He draws you back against his chest, falling backwards with you.

You hate losing the feeling of being stuffed. You’re so empty when WinWin’s no longer inside you.

WinWin whistles lowly, appreciatively. “Look at her gaping open like that. Such a mess, princess.”

Your pussy clenches around the emptiness, pushing out dribbles of their combined loads. But you crave the feeling of being filled again – you seek the sensation of feeling so complete by having all of them inside you at once. Maybe it’s silly, but you’re overwhelmed and sensitive and needy, so a few tears may spill from your eyes as you plead, “I want you all!”

It’s Ten that gives in first, leaning over you and cradling your cheek in his hand. “How do you want us, my darling? Mold us into your fantasy.”

So you do.

You direct each of them exactly how you want them to play into that filthy scene that your brain cooked up earlier.

Ten lies beneath you in the bed, smiling and teasing, cracking lighthearted jokes and pressing affectionate kisses to your lips as the others move into position. He’s the first inside you, whispering compliments and praises as you settle over him.

Yuta is next, positioned on his back behind you, as close to Ten as he can be. He’s gentle with you too, smoothing his hands along your thighs and your ass, dipping his fingers inside your pussy alongside Ten’s length before he finally presses his thick tip inside you as well.

“Oh, yes,” you moan softly, dropping your head onto Ten’s shoulder, rolling your hips back, wiggling down onto them to feel them deeper.

And then Mark.

“Dude, tell me if this is weird having my ass in your face like this.” Mark looks over his shoulder at Yuta once he’s straddled Yuta’s waist. His ass, for the record, is nowhere near Yuta’s face.

“Not weird. Just fuck our girlfriend.”

Ten caresses your face, his eyes searching yours, offering you a sweet moment even as you bite your lip to keep quiet when Mark slowly presses inside you.

This is, of course, more intense than taking two cocks had been earlier. It’s a little more intense than taking WinWin. Your breath catches in your chest. Your body is burning in a not unpleasant way. Mark hisses when your hand shoots back to grasp his thigh, nails biting into his skin.

He pauses. “Are you okay? Do you want me to pull back?”

You shake your head, holding Ten’s gaze. He breathes, waiting for you to pick up that he’s trying to get you to regulate your own breathing, to relax.

Yuta moans. “So tight though. And you really think you can still take WinWin, too?”

“Quiet,” Ten commands. “She’s concentrating.”

You breathe, trying your best to relax yourself. Trying your best to manipulate your shape-shifting powers to adjust yourself in tiny ways. You just need a little bit more room inside yourself, need the muscles and your organs and stuff to be able to stretch a little more.

Mark moans. “Oh, shit, babe. I feel like you’re sucking me in.”

“Move,” you whine, and this time you push backwards towards him, and Mark buries himself fully inside you, along with Ten and Yuta. All four of you make sounds – moans, sighs, a curse, your name.

“You’re doing so good.” Ten’s praise is almost lost among the buzzing in your ears. Your eyes are closed, too overwhelmed by your sense of touch to be able to handle any of your other senses at the moment. “This feels incredible, you’re amazing.”

Mark gives an experimental thrust.

Warmth blooms in your belly, in your chest, tingling into your fingertips, increasing the buzz in your head. You’re not sure if you’re going to pass out or cum or both.

“My turn?” WinWin asks. “It’s a lot, so I think we’ll all understand if you change your mind.”

You shake your head no. “I appreciate you all checking in, but I want this. I know I can do it. Just… give me a moment.”

One of them, you’re not sure which one, reaches down between the tangle of limbs, finding your swollen clit. You gasp, but moan a sound immediately afterwards that you hope they take as a sign of encouragement. It’s helping a bit, to feel that small bundle of nerves stimulated, especially when Mark again can’t hold back from grinding into you.

Yuta groans. “You’re so tight, my love. So warm and wet from our cum.”

“And soft,” Ten adds on.

“I swear she’s trying to get me to move. I can feel her walls fluttering,” Mark says. He thrusts again.

WinWin places a warm, broad hand on your back. Goosebumps roll across your skin, your body trembles. “Now, please,” you beg. “WinWin, I need you inside me too.”

It really doesn’t seem possible, you think, as you listen to the sound of the men rearranging slightly behind you. You feel them shifting inside you, feel the jostling movements of the bed, murmured apologies between Mark and WinWin as they’re pressed quite intimately together.

And then WinWin’s heavy tip is resting against your back entrance, still a bit loose from Ten’s earlier ministrations. But you’ve also shifted your body enough that when WinWin presses in, the tip pops right inside you with ease.

You gasp.

Zips of electricity zing into every cell of your being, and you might not be outwardly bursting into flames, but you’re certainly experiencing some form of immolation – a sacrifice of your sanity to the fire that burns inside you, the last vestiges of that holy girl that you were before you met any of these men.

This is unholy.

This union of the five of you.

But if it’s unholy, then why does it feel so right?

Ten captures your mouth in a feverish kiss. The fingers on your clit take up a steady, slick motion. Your boyfriends are all moving, somehow making it work.

You have never felt more complete than you do at this moment, like all the parts of your soul are finally here in one piece.

One of them reaches for your tits, and you suspect it’s WinWin as he flattens his chest to your back. It makes sense for it to be his hands massaging at your tits in time with his deep thrusts inside your ass.

You’re not entirely sure that you’re here anymore.

You swear you’re having an out of body experience as all of your boyfriends pound and pump and thrust, grind and hump, kiss and touch and just fuck you. You’re experiencing so many different wonderful sensations that you’re transported to what feels like another plane of existence, exceeding the bliss of an orgasm.

Surprisingly, WinWin cums first. You feel the warm burst of his cum inside you, the strange thrill as WinWin drags his cock out of you and finishes himself off over your lower back.

Another layer of exceptional bliss comes over you. You sink down over Ten, unable to hold yourself up at all, just allowing yourself to go limp, to basically be used by them.

Ten is next, grunting your name against your cheek as he cums, halfway inside you, his cock slipping out between one thrust and the next. His cum paints your thighs and his belly, dripping onto Yuta’s balls and thighs as well.

With WinWin out of the way, Mark tenderly wraps his arms around you, drawing you up against his chest. He bites down on your throat, and your strength, what little you had left, vanishes. You’re only aware enough to feel the twin orgasms of Mark and Yuta, both of them filling you at the same time.

Minutes or hours or days later, you blink your eyes open.

You’re satisfied, lying in a pile on your bed among the tangled limbs of your boyfriends. You feel like you could eat a banquet table’s worth of food, that you could drink a river. You feel like you need to piss and take a shower. You feel like you can’t move, even if you wanted to.

“You’re awake,” Mark’s voice is soft at your shoulder. “You passed out on us. We were worried.”

“How long–” You begin to ask, but then Yuta stirs beside you.

He’s still naked. All of you are, you realize. So much bare skin and sweat and cumstains among the tangled sheets. Yuta brushes his knuckles gently along your cheek. “You were out only a few minutes. Win’s completely done for, though, poor pup.”

You lift your head, looking around until you locate WinWin’s face among the bed sheets, limbs, and pillows. His eyes are shut, mouth gaping open as he snores softly for now.

“To be fair, he’s not slept since you went missing from Ira’s,” Mark says. “He needs the sleep.”

“So let him sleep,” you say, “But I need to clean myself up. Help me?”

Mark is the first to slide from the bed, offering you his hand to help you to your feet. Yuta is right behind you, placing a steadying hand on your hip. You glance back at the bed, and your heart falls from your chest.

The only one left in the bed is WinWin.

“Where’s Ten?” You twist around sharply, scanning your apartment. A sharp dose of panic pulses in your veins. “I don’t see him.”

“I’m here!” He calls, voice echoing from the bathroom an instant before his head peeks through the doorway. “I refuse to cuddle in that pile of cumstained sheets, and I couldn’t possibly sit there with all of that cum and sweat just on me.” He shakes his head. “I’ve run you a bath. Or the shower’s still running, if you prefer that.”

You hear it now – the patter of the shower’s spray hitting the tiles.

The hard knot in your chest loosens, and you stumble towards him. “A bath sounds wonderful.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.” Ten reaches for you as soon as you’re within arms distance. “But I promise you, we’re not going anywhere.”

Ten wraps his arms around you, stamping his lips against your forehead.

You hold him to that promise, clinging to his hand to pull him fully back into the bathroom.

Since you left Hell City in search of Yuta and Ten, some changes have happened here in your bathroom, to your surprise. A larger than average bathtub has now found the space to exist in your bathroom where previously there was none. Steam curls from its surface, the bathroom is filled with a fragrant, relaxing scent.

Mark joins you as well as Ten. Both of them step into the steamy bath while you quickly use the toilet.

They’re both so gentle with you.

You settle into the bath, your back against Ten’s chest, your feet resting against Mark’s thighs. The heat helps ease the aches of your sore, overexerted muscles. Ten tenderly massages your scalp. Mark works his thumb against the arch of your foot. They just pamper you, letting you do nothing but soak in the heat while they shampoo you and massage your aching muscles, helping you clean away the sweat and cum until you feel refreshed.

Mark entertains you with tales of adventures with his coven, stories that have you laughing enough to make your belly ache.

By the time you’re leaving the bath, your fingers and toes are pruned, but you feel clean and relaxed, and certainly ready to climb back into bed and sleep.

You manifest a nice, warm bathrobe to wear as you linger in the bathroom to dry your hair. Ten leaves the room, but Mark sticks close, hopping up to sit on the bathroom sink’s countertop, just inches away from you. He watches quietly, smiling softly, his eyes as warm and full of adoration as you’ve ever seen. Overflowing with affection just for you.

When you finish drying your hair, you move between Mark’s knees. He lifts a hand up to push a section of your hair back behind your ear, laughing quietly as you shift closer and plant your hands on either side of his thighs.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mark asks. “You’re making me feel like –”

You kiss him, cutting off his words.

Mark smiles into the kiss, laughing quiet enough that you’re sure the rest of your boyfriends can’t hear in the other room. You keep kissing him, trading little giggles, swept up in this happy honey-like moment.

Mark rubs his nose against yours after a moment, pressing his forehead to yours, and he confesses quietly, “I love you. And I’ve missed you. I can’t even begin to truly tell you how much. When we discovered you missing from bed at Ira’s, I felt like I might go insane with wanting you.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you.” You touch his cheek. “Both you and WinWin. But I didn’t want either of you to get hurt either. You know I had dreams, awful nightmares; and that morning I woke from a completely horrible one. I was losing all of you.”

Mark leans into your touch. “We’re all here now. Safe.” He turns his head, leaving a kiss on your palm.

By the time that you and Mark rejoin the others outside the bathroom, WinWin is awake, although he looks rather grumpy. You have a feeling that one or both of your other boyfriends woke him up to mend the state of the bed.

Much like you’d entered the bathroom to find an all new tub occupying space, you now discover a brand new bed. This one is larger than before. It’s also recently made up with fresh, clean sheets.

Ten looks rather pleased with himself as he gestures at it. WinWin stands pouting, arms folded, beside the bed looking as if he wants nothing more than to climb back in. Yuta is busy drawing the heavy black-out curtains over the windows to block out the warm hazy light. Mark moves quickly ahead of you to flip back the bedsheets, ruffling Ten’s crisply tucked sheets.

“Here, baby. Sleep.” Mark waves you forward.

You slide in between soft, cool sheets. They smell like fresh cotton, dried in the sun by the sea, and you just want to bury your nose in them and let sleep overtake you. Especially once you begin feeling your boyfriends pile in around you, enveloping you with comfortable heat that’s kept in check by the coolness of Mark in the mix.

Yuta and Ten hold you closest.

Yuta is spooning you from behind, his nose buried against your throat, breathing steadily. Ten tucks himself close to your front, his forehead resting against your chest and his legs tangled with yours. Mark sticks tight behind Ten, tossing his arm over Ten’s waist so he can lay his hand against your side. Mark is face-to-face with you, his head just inches away from yours on the pillow, close enough to kiss if you weren’t already being pulled under by the sleep power of comfortable sheets.

“Win?” You blink slowly, trying to look around for him, but you don’t really want to move, and your eyes are growing very heavy.

“Right here,” he says softly. You feel the mattress dip again as he lies down behind Yuta. The heat of WinWin’s hand meets your cheek. “Go to sleep for now. We can all talk in the morning.”

Your eyelids sink shut one final time.

For the first time in too long, you don’t dream.

You don’t have to. The waking world is too sweet for you to have dreams or nightmares.

You experience a deeply restful sleep.

When you wake, the air feels fresher. Lighter.

The blackout curtains are split open slightly, letting in a small breeze and a hint of daylight. Ten and Yuta snuggle closer to you, everyone having shifted around in your sleep. You’re halfway on top of Ten now, your head on his shoulder, his arm slung around your hips. Yuta is pressed up against your back, his cheek between your shoulder blades, and he’s got a hand on the outer curve of your thigh.

Neither Mark nor WinWin are visible, but you hear the low murmur of their voices carried in on that light wind from the balcony.

You lie there for a moment, gazing up at the ceiling, savoring the quiet and peace of the moment. Strings of light play across the ceiling as the breeze flutters the curtains apart. Yuta’s breath puffs across your bare back — you’re not sure at what point in the night you pulled your robe off, deciding to sleep nude instead. You close your eyes, just listening to the world around you in the wind and the breathing of your demons, the quiet conversation of Mark and WinWin outside, the distant life of the Hell City around you.

And then your stomach growls.

Moment ruined.

When was the last time you’ve eaten? When you actually sit here and think about it, you realize that on this side of reality, it’s been about five days, but according to your personal timeline, it's been a little over a day and a half. A late lunch/early dinner at Ira’s the day before you left.

And now that you’ve slept, now that the adrenaline of rescue, of killing the Queen, of your joyous reunion with first Ten and Yuta, then WinWin and Mark have all worn off, your hunger is making itself known.

For some reason, your first thought is of Heaven’s Nest, Mark’s above ground business where Ten took you for brunch in your early days of living here. You remember the mimosas, remember the nice atmosphere of the place. Your breakfast of choice back then had just been a bagel, but famished as you are now, you think you could probably try about half of the food on the menu.

Your stomach growls again.

When you move in an attempt to extract yourself from your boyfriends, Ten tightens his arm around your hips, and Yuta grumbles. Neither of them budge.

“Hello?” You squirm, wiggling your shoulders in the hopes of shaking Yuta a little loose. No use; his arm joins Ten’s around your waist.

“Where do you think you’re trying to go to?” Yuta mumbles, his lips brushing your spine.

“I’m hungry. And Mark and WinWin are out on the balcony.” You squirm again.

Yuta places a light kiss just there between your shoulders. “Should we call them back inside?”

“Mark!” Ten calls suddenly, startling you since you hadn’t realized he was also awake. “WinWin! Come in here!”

Immediately, they’re both spilling in through the curtain, eyes filled with panic until they land on you safely ensconced in bed between the two demons.

WinWin deflates with relief then sinks onto the edge of the bed. “What was that for?”

Ten pulls away from beneath you, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head. You watch appreciatively as his muscles flex beneath his skin — as the tattoo-like demon marks on his skin shift with his movements. “She wanted to see you both. It’s rude to leave our lover waiting.”

Yuta just stays still, cheek flat to your back. Clinging.

“I want breakfast,” you announce. “Specifically, Mark, I’m thinking of your brunch place.”

“Don’t know how much it’s still mine.” His smile tilts to the side with amusement. “We’ve been gone a while, and according to Haechan at your dad’s, some of my managers have sorta taken over running my businesses in my absence.”

“And are you sure going out is such a good idea?” WinWin asks. “If you escaped, isn’t the Queen still looking for you guys? Public spaces occasionally occupied by demons probably aren’t the best place to be if you’re still on the run.”

Yuta laughs against your back. “We don’t have to worry about that. Go on, my love, tell them what happened during our escape.”

You don’t know where to start.

Honestly, you haven’t even begun processing the events of the escape yet. If you think too much about what you did — slaying the Queen of the Night following her dramatic reveal of being your blood relation — you think you might have a proper come-apart.

Ten beats you to the explanation, the story flowing from him while he holds your hand. You close your eyes and listen to the chain of events in Ten’s own words while Yuta holds you tighter. You listen to Mark and WinWin’s reactions of awe and horror and shock and the strange silence when Ten describes the moment you flew into a fiery rage and beheaded the Queen with your blazing sword.

“It was incredible and terrifying and so sexy.” Ten brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Truly, I don’t think either Yuta or I would have actually been able to bring harm to the Queen when it came down to it. There’s always been a compulsion of loyalty when it comes to the royal family of Hell. I don’t think the Princes could directly have brought harm to her either. Our beautiful angel, though, was so brave and bold and powerful in that instant, I don’t think God could have stopped her.”

You shiver, and Yuta moves so that he’s spooning you more properly, his chest fully pressed against your back.

“You really were incredible,” Yuta tells you quietly. And then in a louder voice so the others can hear, he says, “As you’ve just heard, the Queen is no longer an issue; the new King of Hell has pardoned us, basically, so our girlfriend wants brunch at Heaven’s Nest, and I think that sounds lovely.”

“Then let’s go to breakfast, baby.” Mark’s feet hit the floor, and you lift your head to watch him move quickly around the room, tidying things up a little, picking up his clothes and tossing WinWin his clothes. “Get out of bed and get dressed, demons.”

You Manifest the clothes onto your body as you rise from the bed, so by the time you’re stepping foot on the floor, you’ve already got a cute sundress wrapped around your body, and the base of a sandal materializes beneath your foot before your toes even touch the floor.

Ten and Yuta are right behind you, pulling clothes on as they climb out of bed.

WinWin lingers as the three traipse for the apartment door.

“Are you coming?” You ask, holding your hand out to him.

He looks at your hand, at your waggling fingers. A knot twists in your belly at his hesitation — does his new knowledge of what you did to the Queen disgust him? What if he looks at you now and sees only a killer?

In a moment, WinWin sweeps away your doubts.

He closes the distance between you swiftly. His hands cradle your cheeks, and as he leans down, he also lifts your mouth to meet his. A crushing kiss that feels quite desperate.

“It’s incredible that you're alive. What you did— Ending the Queen like that…. Shit, I can’t even let myself think of how many ways that could have gone badly.” WinWin shakes his head and combs his fingers messily through your hair until you finally drag your gaze up from his lips to his eyes. “The way I felt while you were gone, once I woke up and realized that you weren’t just not in our bed but gone from the island… I’ve never felt panic like that, and I don’t want to feel it again. I’m sure Mark, Yuta, and Ten agree. From here on out, don’t leave us. Please.”

It’s not a command from him, but a request. A gentle plea made with a pouting bottom lip and softened puppy-dog eyes.

“Hello?” A voice calls from the doorway.

Yuta, Ten, and Mark are lingering in the doorway, observing your moment with WinWin. Mark’s smile crinkles the corners of his eyes. Yuta’s entire posture is relaxed and happy, in love with you and this moment. Ten stands there, leaning against the door, his arms folded across his chest and his lips are at ease in his typical amused smile.

It’s Ten that asks, “Aren’t you the one who’s hungry? Did you want us to go without you?”

“I think I’d like it if we all stuck together,” you reply easily, lacing your fingers with WinWin’s to say, “For now, and probably forever.”

“Oh, just probably?” Ten teases.

You kiss Ten’s cheek upon meeting him in the doorway. “For definitely forever.”

Satisfied, Ten lets the apartment door swing shut behind him, and the five of you walk freely out into the city.

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a/n: whoo! this one was a fun whammy to write! It's what I've been building up to since October 2022 when I began trying to fulfill the monster-fucking prompt for kinktober, and I decided it had to be a multiple-member thing too, and now here we are many months later and many, many thousands of words later to finally see our Y/N having some really good, really super intense sex with all four of her "monstrous" supernatural boyfriends. And she deserves it after everything she's been through, doesn't she?

But our story isn't quite over yet. There's still the finale/epilogue really that comes out next Sunday! It's just a nice little wrap up to this story that I've been working on for so long.

I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter and this story, and I hope to see you all back next week! Thank you!

#nct smut #nct fics #mark smut #winwin smut #ten smut #yuta smut #unholy

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hencheri · 9 months ago

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▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. kun x fem!reader (ft. ten)

| warnings. noncon, manipulation, explicit sexual content, brief physical abuse.

| wc. 1.1k

inspired by this story from @riizeblr ! the og idea is so good — cr. to her <3 (hope the tag is okay!)

Kun just can’t stop. Well, that’s what he convinces himself. That your little cunt is simply too tight for him to stop fucking it. Too warm and wet.

He would have preferred if Ten wasn’t there, too, but he guesses he couldn’t do this without him. He’s the only one who understands him. Or, at least, who wouldn’t judge him for having normal desires.

That’s how he felt when he saw you in the hotel lobby. He felt desire, a strong want to have you in some way.

You were speaking to the receptionist, probably booking a room. You had spoken in English, and when he heard that, he somewhat felt a little disappointed. Yes, he can understand a little English, but he struggles a lot.

How could he have you if he can’t communicate with you?

With Ten’s help that he so generously offered, seeing his friend’s expression when looking at you. It was blatantly obvious that he was attracted to you and wanted to do something about it.

That’s how you ended up here, on the floor of their hotel room with Kun’s body between your legs.

Ten’s easy going, so friendly and charming. He only needed to smile at you and use kind words to lure you in while Kun stood beside, unable to control his staring.

So naive, he thought as you followed Ten inside, but it worked in his favour. He definitely owes his friend after that one.

Kun reaches down to kiss you, forcing your mouth open and exploring it with his tongue, muffling your noises at the same time. You squirm underneath him, trying to thrash your arms away, but Kun holds them down firmly on each side of your head. He pays it no mind. He’s been anticipating this moment since he’s laid eyes on you.

As he pulls away, your lips all swollen and glossy, Ten chuckles, prompted on the bed that you’re laying in front of. He laughs lightly, like it’s really funny to see one of his closest friends use a poor foreigner girl for his own pleasure.

You cry, still trying to pull on your wrists, glancing at Ten, eyes clearly fearful and desperate. He smiles in a way that seems innocent , but you know better than to trust this man, now. His intentions are just purely evil.

Kun then mumbles something incomprehensible to you, his face really close to yours, slowly thrusting his cock into you.

“He wants you to look at him,” Ten explains, raising his eyebrows to encourage you to do just that.

You sob, reluctantly turning your head, meeting the eyes of the man who’s forcing his cock between your walls without any remorse.

His floppy bangs brushes your face, making you frown at the ticklish feeling. His mouth is fully open, letting out heavy breaths that directly hit you in the face. You quietly whimper, holding eye-contact because that’s what he wants you to do.

You keep clenching around him, and Kun just can’t get enough. Voluntarily or not, he loves feeling you tightening around his girth, makes him believe you want this as much as he does. What a pretty little thing you are.

Kun says something else, his voice rumbling through your ear, and you know he addresses you, talks to you, but Ten has to translate for him in order for you to understand, to do what he wishes.

Ten chuckles again, registering Kun’s words before translating them in English for you. “Call him gege,” he instructs.

That’s what makes you break eye-contact with Kun to his dismay, glancing at Ten in utter confusion. You shake your head as a no, and that upsets him.

Ten reaches your face and slaps you, which inevitably makes your head turn to the side, a cry escaping your lips. It wasn’t as hard as you anticipated it to be, but it was sharp. Enough to make you scrunch your eyes shut.

The thrusts have suddenly stopped and when you open your eyes back, Kun shoots a glare at Ten, clearly not appreciating what he just did.

“What? You want her to do what you want or not?” He questions his friend. “I’m just motivating her, that’s all,” Ten groans, defending his actions.

“Don’t-” Kun begins, searching for his words, “touch her.”

Ten only rolls his eyes, “whatever.” He looks back at you, now seeming more annoyed than playful. “Come on; gege, it isn’t difficult.”

You hate him. You hate the two of them.

As you face Kun, he gradually goes back to his pace, continuing to fuck your pussy, lewd, squelching noises echoing in the room. His hold around your wrists seems to tighten, moving your hands higher above your head as he moves his hips back and forth.

You swallow down the uncomfortable lump in your throat, blinking to try to clear your view that has been obstructed by the flow of your tears. “Gege,” you finally say in a low tone, cheeks burning hot from the humiliation that you feel.

A high-pitched moan slips past your lips when he pounds into you with more force, biting down on your lip to suppress the accidental sounds you make.

You pronounce it with a slight accent, but Kun doesn’t mind. It sounds pretty good, in his opinion. It sounds right. Sounds how he likes it.

He murmurs a praise he knows you don’t understand, but Ten is quick to translate.

“He said you’re a good girl,” Ten smirks.

This time, you don’t look away from Kun. You just take it. Endure it.

It doesn’t take long until he steadies his hips and you soon feel him filling you up, releasing himself inside of you. He thrusts two or three times before your cunt milks him totally dry, pulling out of you with a satisfied groan.

For the only genuine kindness that he has, he pulls your underwear back up and covers your pussy. You don’t say a word, you just follow his rhythm, getting up on your feet.

You feel lightheaded, your legs a bit wobbly. It’s like there’s a gaping hole between your legs and you can’t ignore it, nor will you be able to in the next few hours.

Kun and Ten bring you to the door, Kun’s hand grasping your bicep to prevent you from tripping over. He opens the door, but Ten holds you back for a second.

“Wish I had laid eyes on you first if I knew it was that easy to have you,” he whispers beside your ear, a playful smile drawn on his face.

Kun watches, a little irritated he doesn’t catch on what Ten said to you, but he can conclude it’s nothing sweet by the way your eyes widden.

You quickly leave their hotel room, not once looking behind and Ten closes the door.

It doesn’t matter anymore. He got what he wanted, and that’s it.

#— ☆ starring wayv #w/ kun !#w/ ten !#kun smut #qian kun smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #kun x reader #ten x reader #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv x reader #nct x reader #wayv fanfic #wayv hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #tw noncon #ten lee x reader

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ronjunnie · 1 year ago

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springseasonie · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I would like to request a ten smut, he is ur husband, and both of y’all get in an argument, and you basically make up! 😃😊

Too Nice (M)

Warnings: sexual content, oral (male receiving), impact play (face smacking), asphyxiation (just a tad)

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: please don't hate me for finally posting this months later I hope you like it <3

You walked into your house, kicking off your heels in frustration as soon as you got into the door. Thankfully your kids were staying at your sister's, so they wouldn't have to hear the argument that was about to happen with your husband.

"So much for be fucking civil," you mumbled to yourself, throwing your clutch on the couch.

"Please don't tell me you're still upset about that," Ten groaned, taking his suit jacket off. He threw the fabric on the coat rack, loosening his tie to get more comfortable. "I thought you dropped it at the party."

"Why would I have dropped it," you snapped, turning to him.

Ten was a bit surprised by how angry you were. It's not a surprise that you're the possessive one in the relationship, he's known this for the 6 years you've been together, but he's never seen you this angry. Although he wanted to pretend he doesn't know what set you off, he does know. And he knows that he's partly at fault for it, but he was just being nice.

"Y/N, we've talked about this. You can't let small things like this upset you," he said, trying to calm you down.

But to you, it didn't feel like he was trying to calm you, it came off condescending. You had anger issues. Anyone who knew you for even a week could tell you this. You've worked on them for a while, and thankfully for you, you met someone who was willing to help you work through it. But even though he was your source of peace, he was also your source of chaos. Your husband is a nice guy and that's why you liked him. But now you've been married for 4 years and he's still a nice guy, too nice. You've told him he's too nice.

"It wasn't small. She flirted with you in front of me and then proceeded to ask if she could buy you a drink," you said angrily. "You let her buy you a drink, Ten."

"I thought she was being nice, Y/N. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. It was just one drink," he argued.

"Yeah just one drink in front of all your other colleagues and your wife," you whined frustrated. "All I ask is for you to stop being so nice."

Ten walked up to you slowly, bangs falling in his eyes with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around you, clasping his hands behind the small of your back. He looked at you with gentle soft eyes, taking in your features silently. You were really his soulmate. He loved everything about you including the moments when you were angry with him.

"You looked good tonight," he said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"You can't compliment your way out of this Ten."

"No, but I think I can kiss my way out." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. He placed his hands on your hips, fingers playing with the sequence in your dress. No matter how upset you were with him, he always found a way to pull you back in. He was your weakness and you knew that.

He pulled away, chuckling softly when you chased his lips. "You want more?"

"Don't be a dick," you whined.

Ten kissed you again, this time deeper. His lips moved slowly on yours, the tension making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You placed your hands on his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. Soon enough, the slow kisses turned into a makeout, a heavy one at that. You and Ten stood there, tongues tangling in a sensual fashion. He moved his hands back to your back side, taking the zipper in his fingers.

You smile as you feel him unzip your dress, giggling on his lips. Ten bit your lip softly, feeling your fingers begin to unbutton his shirt. You pulled away from him, resting your forehead on his as you watched your hand travel down his body, fingers brushing against his bulge.

“Fuck I need you,” you whispered, hands wrapping around his clothed cock. “Between the kids and work… I need you really bad.”

“Yeah?” His nose brushed against yours when he looked down, watching you undo his belt.

You nod, unbuttoning and zipping his slacks. You swallow hard, yanking the perfectly tailored fabric to the ground.

“You couldn't even make it to the room,” he mumbled, eyes following your body as you dropped to the ground. One thing Ten loved about you besides your amazing personality is your love for giving head. You loved it, the feeling of being on your knees, him being above you looking at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“My pretty girl just wants to take care of me, isn't that right,” he says, hands stroking your hair softly.

“Mhm.” You pulled his underwear down, the fabric quickly looking at his ankles. He's so big and hard, tip pink and ready for you. Your husband watched you take his cock in your hands, hungry eyes staring up at him as you kissed his tip softly.

A relaxed sigh left his lips when you licked his tip softly, lips wrapping around sucking it softly.

“C'mon baby, don't tease,” he says, sly smirk on his face.

“It's what you get for being nice to that woman,” you mumbled, slowly licking up his cock. Ten watched you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out finally sinking onto his cock. You bobbed your head slowly, eyes never leaving his.

“Jealous but still sucking me off,” he mumbled. “My kind of woman.”

His hand kept stroking your hair softly, quietly watching you bob your head below him. He says nothing but his eyes are intense, they always are. And right now, they're telling you he's going to fuck you until you pass out, which you desperately need.

Ten movements on your hair come to a halt, his fingers now in your scalp as he takes a firm hold of your head. “You gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth,” he asks, voice low and raspy.

You nod, brows furrowing when he pulls your head back, forcing you to take more of him. His brows furrow when you feel you gag around him, the sudden tightness sending pleasure up his spine. You moan with every thrust, eyes now screw shut as he takes control. Your hands clench on the bottom of your dress, thighs clenched on the floor from how turned on you were.

“Look at me,” he grunted.

But you kept your eyes closed, every nerve in your body too on edge to even hear his words. That's when he smacked your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to catch your attention.

“Look at me.”

You obey, your big eyes finally seeing the monster you created after a long night of getting on his nerves. He knows how much you like to rile him up, even if you're actually angry. The way he'll always put you in your place makes you weak for him.

“Good girl,” he groans, his thrust getting faster. He doesn't loosen his grip even when you whine loudly.

“My pretty wife loves to rile me up,” he grunts. “Loves to suck me off, fill her mouth with my cock.”

He starts to thrust into your mouth harder, his lips curling into a smirk watching your tears and drool ruin your makeup. You look so pretty with mascara running down your face, lipstick smeared all over your mouth, messy hair. It's making him hornier by the second, his dick almost about to explode with every second he looks at you.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum,” he moans breathlessly. “Want me to cum in your mouth, hm? Want to milk my cock with your mouth?”

Even though he had a strong grip on your head, you managed to nod around his dick. The vibrations of your voice sent chills up his spine, brows furrowing as his jaw dropped watching you below him. The sounds of him fucking your throat, his groans and moans filling the room, the smell of sex in the air- you needed more.

Just when you thought he was almost done, Ten pinches your nose with his opposite hand, cutting off the only air flow you have for just a second. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, the sudden lack of airflow sending your body into panic. But you were so turned on by it, your stomach was in a thousand knots, thong drowning in your juices by now.

“You like this don't you,” he says, voice raspy and low. “Pretty baby looks like she's gonna cry.”

The way he taunted you only made you want him more. Ten has always been fascinated at how easily you bend to his will despite being so dominant in the relationship. He loves it.

Ten let go of your nose, finally allowing you some air. You gag once again, staring up at him with your mascara running, brows furrowed in submission. “Fuck, make me cum baby.” He lets go of your hair, allowing you to get rid of the crook that was beginning to form in your neck from the angle.

You took control, wrapping your hand around his shaft, jerking him fast as you pulled your mouth off his cock. His laugh and groans mixed together watching you cough and gasp for air. But you didn't keep your mouth off him for very long. The visual of spit down your chin in your pretty dress made him go crazy. Your husband let out a string of curses when you wrapped your mouth about the head of his cock, sucking him hard.

You felt his body shiver every time you allowed your tongue to lick the slit, your big pretty eyes staring at him. All of the stimulation from your mouth and hands were quickly building, releasing almost there.

“Cum,” you whined. “Please, cum in my mouth.” You jerked him faster, thumb occasionally digging into his tip softly.

Just the sight of you made him cum, fast and hard. You on your knees, mouth open and tongue out, waiting for him to paint you in white and he did. He came, some landing on your tongue, lips, face. You were covered in him and you loved it.

“Fuck,” he sighed, breathing heavily. “I fucking love you.” Before you could even respond, he pulled you to your feet, kissing you roughly while his cum remained on your tongue, tasting himself.

“Baby, please,” you said against his lips. “Fuck me, please. I wanna feel you.”

��Can we make it to the room first,” he chuckled, kissing you deeply once again. He kept kissing you, his hands traveling all over your body. Second go by and the dress you were once wearing are now on the floor next to your heels.

The two of you never made it to the bedroom.

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xotaemintol · 10 months ago

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Who are the best kissers in NCT iyo? (Plz include RIIZE im begging)

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

! (You will be blocked if you are a minor) !

Ofc I can add Riize 🩷🩷 I hope you don’t mind that I only did six members, this list would be even longer if not for my writers block 🥲 but in my opinion, the best kissers in NCT are….

Yuta is such a good kisser. Probably the best on the list actually, when he kisses you it always feels so sensual—he used the perfect amount of tongue; never too much or too little. He’s confident in his skills so he usually ends up leading, in the beginning of the kiss he’ll let you lead for a little while, especially if you kissed him first. But when he’s done letting you take the wheel, he’ll change the pace and add a little tongue. If you let him, he’ll kiss you until your lungs are aching, but even then it’s not enough for him. He has to keep going until you’re begging for him to fuck you, he kisses you until you’re basically begging for more. He’s the most likely to finger you while making out with you because he gets so turned on by kissing you, it happens so often actually that you refuse to kiss him in public unless it’s small kisses on the cheek.

Mark, is definitely one of the best kissers in NCT. The first time you made out with him as a dare and it was so good you were practically dragging him to his bedroom. Ever since then Mark has always been the best. And you should’ve expected it when he said that he was “pretty okay” at kissing. He’s more of a slow and steady type of guy when it comes to kissing, he wants to make sure you really feel his lips—that you feel butterflies when he slips his tongue into your mouth and that you can tell just how badly he wants to be inside of you. He won’t hold you there until you’re about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, in fact he’s the first to pull away; but it’s only so he can watch you follow his lips waiting for more. He thinks kissing you is so hot, and he finds it so sexy when you get turned on from kissing him.

Sungchan is almost too good, his lips are so soft and warm, they feel otherworldly. He could kiss your underwear off and you wouldn’t even notice, and it’s actually happened more than once or twice. The way his tongue feels in your mouth makes your knees so weak, if your lungs gave out from kissing him you’d be perfectly fine with that because he’s so good. Making out with him when you can’t go all the way is like asking to be frustrated for the rest of the day, and he doesn’t make it any better. His hands are just as slick as his tongue, and as soon as he feels your lips quiver he knows exactly what to do next. It goes from kissing to practically fucking each other with your mouths, it’s so passionate and heated…you could get off just from kissing him and he knows that too.

Jaehyun is very obviously a great kisser, he’s so smug about it too—grinning against your lips when you lean into him a bit too much or quickly. Biting down on your bottom lip ever so softly as he pulls away, and he can’t even hide how turned on he gets when kissing you too. It’s so hot. The way he breathlessly chuckles as hes teasing you by just grazing your lips with his own, even if his entire face is flushed and he’s practically panting. But when he starts actually kissing you he immediately becomes weak in the knees, moaning quietly into your mouth with you sat on his lap…he’s so weak when he’s making out with you and it only makes kissing him feel so much better.

Haechan is so good…he always leaves you wanting more, you could kiss him until his lips fall off. The way his lips feel is so heavenly, and when he’s kissing you he’s not going to tease you…if he’s not too frustrated that is. But on his worse days (but best for you) when he’s desperate to be inside of you, he kisses you like he need you to breathe. Don’t pull away from him for a second, he’ll hold your head there and keep going until you’re both light headed. Not even then is he done though, with kiss swollen lips he’ll pull you closer to him—until your bodies are so close that they could melt together from the heat, and continues the kiss you broke. He looks so fucked out just from making out with you, his entire face is flushed and he’s panting as he starts at you and then your lips…he’s just as addicted to kissing you as you are him.

Ten is so good that he makes you feel sensitive, hes either really experienced or just really luckily to be that good. He chuckles against your lips every time you whimper or moan into his mouth, sometimes if he’s feeling kinky enough he’ll lick your tongue. He’s such a kinky kisser. Kissing him is almost better than sex, and instead of kissing you until your lips hurt he’ll pull away and make you ask for him to kiss you. And don’t just say you want it, no. He wants you to describe how you want him to kiss you, if you want his tongue in your mouth you better say it, if you want him to bite your lip you better say it. Depravity is the key for him, it’s okay if you cant keep up with him—but he always expects you to learn and apply what you’ve learned where you see fit. And that means returning all of his teasing bites, every lick, and all of his slightly degrading remarks.

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writingzen · 2 years ago

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Take It All.

✧ pairing- ten x reader

✧ request- “Can you please write the Making out scenario but With Ten?! I love the one you did with Mark 😫”

✧ A/N- enjoy :)

You litter kisses at his neck, painting purple and pink marks with every teasing kiss before moving towards his jaw, leisurely leaving wet marks following against his skin, knowing he always scolds you for leaving them in the first place but he silently dares you to do it anyway. When you finally reach his lips, you linger in the desperate feeling that hangs in the air, the feelings of wanting him in so many ways, the feeling of your bodies meeting, both being so close together. His hands at your hips as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him so unbearably close wanting him annoying closer, rolling your hips experimentally against his relight he pays no attention to it just a smile that grows at his lips, his gaze locking with yours, lips not yet touching.

“Y/n~” he plays with your name, “don’t start” he warns lowly, his words causing a shiver to run down your spin but you enjoy them anyway, loving the way his voice speaks the words so delicately like music ringing in your ears. It sounds more like an invitation, like you’re being brought into a daydream, a wonderland. A smirk of satisfaction takes place on your lips as you lean in, finally allowing your plush lips to connect. Thought he seems teasingly hesitant he couldn’t help but be inexorably attracted to your lips, taking no more time to respond before kissing you back with urgency, allowing your lips to mold and melt into one, fitting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle as his hand grasp your waist harshly causing a shaky whimper to bubble up your throat, escaping as your lips move in sync. He hushes you when you feel the wide, mischievous grin against your lips, his other hand making its way to cup the nape of your neck madly pushing you further into his embrace eager to taste all of you. You tilt your head, gaining more access, making the kiss more passionate as his tongue wetly glides into your mouth, fighting for dominance as the blood abandons your cheeks to awaken other, more sensitive parts of your body. You swallow back, desperately trying to silence the noises you want to make as he sinks his teeth on your lower lips burning away any sense of control you had left before pulling away just to watch you chase his lips, your eyes full of desire as you stare at his lips, itching to continue, just loving how worked up you get, eyes searching for yours. You both huff into each others mouth, feeling the warm air between you both before meeting his tempting gaze, a pout forming on your lips as his teasing settles in and hits you, but he does nothing but stare back with a cocky smirk on his lips, melting away any innocence there was left. The way his eyes pierce through yours makes your head spin and legs week, your being becoming liquid with just one look.

His eyes darken as his smirk tugs wider once again, enjoying your reaction a lot more then he expects as his lips pecks yours, giving you nothing else before moving down to your jaw, nibbling small love bites as his lips continues down. His lips quickly attach to your neck as he sucks against your soft skin, eyes still focused on you. Your head hangs back, mouth gaped open as the tingling sensation keeps building up in your stomach with every lazy kiss he gifts you with, claiming your body and marking you as his.

He mumbles sweet nothings against the skin of your collarbone as you lose yourself Into him all over again and though he doesn’t mean to, he feels his sense of control dropping as his kisses become rougher, biting purple butterflies on your delicate skin, not being able to handle the temptations of you. He doesn’t know if it’s the stress of his work or the way your body responds so needly with every touch, his usual self becomes blinded by you as he falls deeper, craving more than just a few sensual kisses, craving you entirely. He wants to feel his body against yours as you moan his name sweetly with every pleasure that floods your body. He wants to feel himself buried deeply inside you, hitting your spot over and over again as you grip his hair harshly, letting out the most lewd sounds, gasping and moaning, so whiny so needy, loving every thrust he pounds into you. Tears staining your cheeks as small hairs stick to your forehead, sweat glistening agains your sensitive skin. A sight only he gets to see, a sight he will get to see.

He allows his thoughts to take over his actions, with his hands wrapped around your hips he guides you, placing your back against the couch seats, moving your position so he is now hovered over you before his lips joins yours once again, muffling the gasp caught in your throat. His intoxicating kisses being taking over with such deprived lust as his hands roam your body like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you.

His hands finally rests at your neck as he finally forces himself to pull away, his warm breath hitting against your lips as he speaks breathlessly, “you deserve it best” the words rolling off his tongue right onto your lips as he speaks sternly,

“so take it all”

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The Project - Haechan + Ten

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.

“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…

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23lvrs · 1 year ago

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nct febuary boys twt links

nct x reader 18+

doyoung was a bit worried you would forget his birthday but he soon found out the surprise you planned for him because you’re so bad at hiding stuff he thought it was so cute he wanted to make you feel nice before the surprise as a thank you

jisung always gives you princess treatment so for his birthday you decided you would be doing all the work while he lays down enjoying you riding

johnny planned on making you scream his name all night for his special day he knew exactly how to do it

jaehyun is in love with your tits so of course one of your gifts to him for this special day had to have them involved

jungwoo was so happy on his day because he was in you all day his favorite place to be

ten knew you were truly going to make his day so good when he woke up to you going cray for his fingers

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xvmgnhao · 1 year ago

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Fake

pairing: ten lee x thick!black!fem!reader

summary: Ten is an asshole. But he also thinks you're really hot.

warnings: fingering, degradation, praise, etc.

You were super excited to move into the new apartment that your friend Kun told you about. It was with a few of his longtime friends. It was the only thing you could find last minute.

"Are you ready?" Kun questioned as he pulled up in front of the tall building.

"Yeah just a bit nervous. I've never met these guys before." You say smiling slightly at him. "Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Of course. What are friends for? And don't be nervous they're like a bunch of little kids. They're harmless." He said opening his door. You get out of the car quickly and throw your backpack on your back. Kun grabs your two suitcases from the trunk and comes around the car to stand next to you.

"Alright let's go," Kun states walking towards the front doors of the luxury building.

You follow behind him closely taking in your surroundings little by little. You really liked the interior. You and Kun get into the elevator. Kun presses the button for the 5th floor. You ride up silently. Kun leads you down the corridor and then stops in front of door 506.

"This is it." He says before raising his fist to land two firm knocks on the door.

A few seconds later the door swings open revealing a handsome guy smiling widely at you both.

"Hello. You must be Y/N. It's nice to meet you. You're so beautiful. I really hope you enjoy it here. Kun has told us so much about you." the young man rambles out reaching his hand out to shake yours.

"You must be Hendery I'm guessing." You say smiling happily at him.

"Yes, I am. Come in. Come in." He says moving out of the way to let you both in.

"Where's Yangyang and Ten?" Kun says setting your suitcase down inside the apartment.

You look around noticing how nice it was in here and wondering if you could even afford this place.

"Yangyang is down for a nap. He should be waking up in a few." Hendery says still with a bright smile on his face. "And Ten is out getting some groceries for dinner tonight."

"Okay. Does that mean I'm staying over to cook?" Kun says glancing over at you.

"Yes of course. You know this Kun." Hendery says laughing slightly. "Come Y/N let me show you to your brand new room and a quick tour"

Hendery grabs your suitcases and swiftly walks away. You quickly follow behind him.

"So these three rooms are Ten, Yangyangs, and I rooms. In that order." He says glancing back at you. "We do have pets but they usually stay in Ten's rooms so don't worry about them."

"What kind of pets?" You ask stopping in the hallway.

"Three cats and 1 dog. They're all really nice and don't make much noise." Hendery says turning around to look at you.

As Hendery is about to turn back around to continue your tour one of the bedroom doors opens softly. A guy that looked about your age walks out.

"Hey Hendery. What's up with the suitcases?" He says furrowing his eyebrows

Hendery sidesteps and you wave at who you assume is Yangyang shyly.

"Remember the girl that Kun kept saying is supposed to move in with us. This is her." Hendrey says looking at Yangyang pointedly.

"Oh yeah! Thats today. Nice to meet you I'm Yangyang." He says turning to you and smirking lightly.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you Yangyang." You say smiling at him.

"You're hot. Ten's gonna like you." Yangyang says laughing as he walks past you towards the living room.

A warm blush creeps up your neck as Hendery rolls his eyes.

"Ignore him. Here's the final stop. Your room" He says opening the door and letting you in first. "Make yourself at home. The bathroom is right next door. By the time you're done unpacking dinner should be done."

"Thank you Hendery." You say in awe as you look around the fully furnished room.

"No problem." He says briskly walking out of the room.

You quickly get started unpacking your clothes. The rest of your things should be here next week. After about 30 minutes of unpacking clothes, you get tired. You change into something more comfortable and lay on your new bed.

Scrolling on Tiktok for a few minutes then you're knocked out sleeping.

*2 hours later*

You're awoken by a soft knock on your door pulling you out of your much-needed nap. You sit up quickly hopping out of bed and heading to the door. You are greeted by Hendery.

"Hey, dinner is ready come when you're ready." He says taking in your appearance.

"Okay. Let me put on my slippers really quick." You say walking away from the door and sliding on your bunny slippers.

You follow Hendery to the kitchen. Kun's plating the food and Yangyangs already sitting at the table.

"Smells really good Kunnie." You say walking to the table.

"Cute slippers," Yangyang says glancing up from his phone.

You don't notice the slender man stalking towards you silently.

"You're in my seat." You hear a soft voice say from behind you.

You turn around quickly slightly startled not recognizing the the voice behind you.

"You guys have assigned seats." You say with furrowed brows taking in the image of the man before

He was handsome and beautiful at the same time. With sharp features and cat-like eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at you angrily.

"No, but this is my seat." He said gripping onto the back of the chair you're seated in.

"Ten cut it out. She just got here." Kun intervenes placing your plate of food down in front of you.

"Thank you, Kun." You say turning to the delicious-looking food. "It smells amazing gege."

You hear Ten huff behind you and mumble something under his breath. You ignore it digging into the food.

Ten slams down into the seat across from you staring daggers into your soul. You smile widly at him causing him to roll his eyes.

"So Y/N are you in school or," Hendery starts looking over at you.

"Yeah, I'm in school to become a nurse. Only one year left after this year."You say before taking a sip of your water.

"Lame" You hear Ten whisper lowly.

"You're lame." You say quickly pouting slightly.

"Ten leave her alone. Tell me more Y/N" Hendery says leaning closer to you.

*After dinner*

Everyone is finished eating now. Dinner went smoothly. You got along really well with Hendery. Yangyang doesn't talk much but he adds in every once in a while. Ten pretty much ignored you as he chatted with Kun. You help clean up the table and go over to the sink near Kun ready to wash dishes.

"I'm gonna wash the dishes, Kun. Don't worry about it." You say smiling up at him.

"Why thank you Y/N. Ten come help Y/N the dishes." Kun saying turning towards the living room.

"Why?" He whines. "I was just about to play a game with Yangyang."

"Its the least you could do. You live here too." Kun saying walking over towards the couch.

He sighs loudly standing up and trudging over to the sink beside you.

You turn on the water and start washing the dishes.

"You can just dry them for me." You say handing him a dish.

"Whatever." He says grabbing a towel.

As you wash the dishes you notice Ten staring at you.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You say glancing at him continuing with your task.

"You're really pretty when your mouth is closed." He says snatching the dish out of your hand to dry.

"Thanks. You're not to bad yourself." You say rolling your eyes.

"Not too bad. So you weren't sneaking glances at me across the table?" Ten say poking you in your side.

"No, and you would only know that because you were staring at me first." You say furrowing your eyebrows.

"And if I was. Your body is perfect. And your face is pretty. I like that about you." He says moving closer to you.

You feel his warm breath fan over your neck. His close proximity makes you melt practically falling into his arms.

"Come with me. Be quiet." He says grabbing your hand and leading you away from the sink and down the hallway.

You get to his room and he opens the door pulling you in quickly.

Pulling you into his hard chest he licks up his neck. Sucking firmly on the sweet spot on your neck. You know there will be a bruise later.

You whimper softly your hands coming up to grab his elbows bracing yourself.

Ten pulls back looking into your eyes deeply. "You're so annoyingly cute fuck."

He pushes you backward onto his bed. He gently lays him self down beside you. His hand goes directly to the skimpy tank top you through on earlier.

"I wanted this off of you since I saw you." He purrs into your ear as he slides your top off.

Taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth you whine lowly. Bringing your hand to tug on his dark locks. He toys with your other nipple with his free hand.

"Fuck Ten." You cry out inching closer to his warm body.

He detaches himself from your chest.

"Open your legs for me." He instructs laying his hand on your thigh.

You obey immediately. In a daze from his touch. He tugs your shorts down in one movement.

"So pretty baby. youre already so wet for me." He says spreading your lips for him to get a better look.

He rubs clit slowly. Sending shockwaves through your body instantly.

"Ten please." You moan shutting your eyes tightly.

"Please what baby? Tell me what you want." He breathes into your ear heatedly.

"Please fuck me with your fingers." You exclaim feeling upset with his teasing.

He digs his fingers into your heated core. Stretching you out perfectly. You clench around his fingers. Reveling in the feeling of his hands all over you.

"You wanna cum for me, baby. You want to fuck yourself on my fingers until you cum. You're such a fucking slut and I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you." He says to you feverishly.

His words send your mind reeling. Making the pleasure he's giving you ten times stronger.

"Letting a guy you just met finger fuck your sweet pussy. What would Kun think? You slutting yourself out for me so easily." He says as you start to squirm more.

Your loud moans reverberate off of the walls of his room. You cry out for him feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

"Ten, ten, ten," You chant his name like a mantra that you cant get of your head.

"I'm here baby. Cum for me. Cum for me." He says gripping your plush body tightly.

You moan loudly as your orgasm takes you over.

"There you go." You hear Ten whispers as you come down from that intense orgasm.

You feel Ten kiss your forehead gently. He gets up slowly and walks out of the room. Before you panic he enters the room again with a rag. He wipes you clean and help you put your clothes back on.

"You know for an asshole you're quite the gentleman." You say standing up from his bed finally.

"Shut up loser." He says smiling softly at you. "Get out."

"Whatever Ten. Goodnight." You say heading towards the door.

"I'm always here if you want some more." He says as you shut his door behind you.

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joocomics · 6 months ago

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be quiet (or not)

pairing: non-idol!ten x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) ── 0.9 words

✎… university au, sub!reader, usage of sex toys (vibrator), exhibitionism kink, light humiliation kink

a.n ! for all of you struggling with finals right now… you got this ♡

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“I will move my hand now,” Ten warns you, but his low voice with an evident sneering tone makes it sound more like a command than anything else; a command he knows you’d suck at following.

It sounds like I want to see you try and fail.

His bold eyes peer into yours in attempt to read your answer in the way they are glazed over with arousal. It’s a small plaything that’s working between your legs, but with a strong impact on your whole body, causing your gaze to be constantly refocusing on the view in front of you, more specifically on him from different angles as you’re locked inside the bathroom.

“You probably know how to keep quiet since you brought this little thing with you.” Ten’s hand retrieves and he cannot help but grin when he catches you desperately tucking your lip between your teeth to avoid making a sound the second he uncovers your mouth. “C’mon, tell me… Why do you have this in your bag anyway?”

The same warmth that overflowed your body when you ran into him on the stairs earlier spreads beneath your skin once again. How come you forget to zip up your bag once and out of all things you keep inside your vibrator is what falls out of it? And out of all people in this building he’s the one to witness it?

However, the feeling of indignity you suffered from in that particular situation which led to this present moment lingers differently now… and you’re enjoying it rather than wanting to escape from it.

“It’s just…” you speak up quietly, “I’ve been feeling stressed out lately.”

“So you hide and touch yourself in public?” His eyes widen with a sparkling glow, the same way they did when he picked up your toy to observe it up close. It’s a discreet size, but there was no way he could ignore it while helping you gather your stuff.

“I—“ you gulp after an unsuccessful attempt to respond. The effects of the vibrations are causing moans to rise into your throat. “I’ve never done it h-here. Just in my car.”

You look at Ten with more concentration after his finger lifts your chin higher. He’s attractive, he really is. Especially when he’s smirking at you condescendingly like that and you can’t do anything except anticipate his next move or his next teasing question.

The son of the dean of this university… If you could turn back time to tell your past self that one day you’re going to find yourself hidden in the campus bathroom with him while everyone else is in class you wouldn’t believe yourself.

“No, I get it, baby,” Ten nods as a gesture of rapport. “It’s exam season, that’s always stressful, isn’t it?” The artificial concern drips from his voice, erotic and tempting in a way you cannot describe.

The small space of the cubicle is making you both feel hotter and you can sense sweat growing on your neck as the buzzing sensation starts to burn in your core.

You move the vibrating head in a slow circle, doubling the pressure on your clit by pressing harder.

“I’m close—“ You whisper the same moment Ten leans in with a hand against the wall behind you where your figure is quivering from the approaching high.

His gaze lowers all the way down to your panties stretched from your ankles. They have a dark spot, a result from the few minutes you spent making out before he turned on your personal toy.

“I think I’m gonna keep those.” He says as you pant into his face; his expression changes into something completely new once your free hand grasps on his hoodie. He swallows the reckless urge forming inside him at the same pace as his erection throbs - stimulated even further from the pretty way you’re breaking down for his eyes only. “I want to make sure that you’re really gonna come over at my place tonight.”

A high pitched sound echoes throughout the tiled walls, but there was no time to prevent it as Ten’s fingers slip inside you without a warning, eager to speed up the process of reaching your climax, but also unable to stop wondering how you feel down there.

“Fuck—“ he mutters in one breath, guiding his lips against yours, but without actually touching them, “you’re perfect for my cock, pretty.”

“I will—“ you mewl in a delayed response while quickening the circles on your sensitive point. Your eyes are squeezed shut as your tummy tightens from the gliding movements that excite your walls with each rub.

“Good.” Ten chuckles amused by your reactions, by your neediness, before his voice turns firm again. “I’m gonna teach you how to actually keep quiet. A perverted girl like you needs a lesson or two.”

You’re unsure if it was just a coincidence or if his words were what pushed you over the edge, but seconds later, you cum around his curled fingers, making him snicker again; this time with your efforts to endure the sensation as calmly as possible which were quite pathetic.

“Tsk, almost got us caught.” He grabs your face with a quick domineering grip almost as if he wants to look at you carefully one more time so he can make sure he has all its details memorised.

Fortunately, the rush washed over you just in time for him to go.

In eight minutes lectures will start coming to an end, and as the son of the dean, he wants to save himself the trouble of being seen leaving the women’s bathroom with a boner and a pair of panties in the back pocket of his jeans.

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sluttyten · 7 months ago

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Freaky Love

Kinktober Day 6 | Ten Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: stalking, obsession, smoking, masturbation, pillow humping, voyeurism, dub/noncon, gloryhole, anonymous sex, blindfold, riding, fingersucking

length: 7717

You’ve been watching him for days now.

Ten.

Studying his movements, his schedule. You know that he goes into work every day at two in the afternoon, except for Wednesdays and Thursdays. You know that he takes a thirty minute break around 5:30, that he sneaks several smoke breaks in periodically throughout his shift, sneaking out to the dumpster behind the restaurant or sitting in his coworker Mark’s car. You know Ten gets off work around 11 o’clock at night, that he walks back to his apartment, maybe stopping at the corner store for some drinks, maybe ordering delivery.

It’s because of his bad habit of just ordering in that you met Ten, that this whole obsession began.

It had been a miserably misty evening in early October. Sunday nights usually weren’t too busy, and this night was no exception. You’d been twiddling your thumbs for the better part of your shift, and finally Ten’s order came in, and you’d immediately taken it.

The entire ride to the delivery address, you kept wondering what kind of name Ten was. That’s a number, not the name of a person, in your experience. And any time you’d had deliveries to people with weird names, they’d been weird people too. So you were curious what to expect when you reached the door of the apartment building, as you buzzed up on the box outside the door, as someone inside let you in, and then you were climbing up the stairs, breathless by the time that you arrived at apartment 5A.

Ten opened the door, and you were amazed. He wasn’t the weirdo you’d been envisioning. He was pretty cute. His hair was a little scruffy, dyed a deep navy blue. There was a pair of wire-frame glasses sliding down his nose, and he was wearing an oversized hoodie unzipped, basketball shorts, and a pair of mismatched socks. A cat poked its head between his legs, wrapping its tail around his calf as he grabbed cash to tip you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized as he handed you your tip, offering you a sweet, charming smile along with the meager cash. “This is all I’ve got.”

His fingers brushed yours, and you felt the tingle shoot up from your fingertips right to your heart like Cupid’s arrow.

And just like that, you were hooked.

For the next few days, you kept eagerly waiting for Ten to order again, hoping he would while you were on shift, and you’d be able to claim the delivery before any of the other drivers. You wanted to see him again, and after three days, it got to the point where you decided to just take a walk by his apartment building, hoping you’d see him.

You passed by right around two, just in time to see Ten flying down the stairs of the building, sprinting down the street in the black slacks and pressed white button down of his work uniform, apron fluttering in his hand.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you’d followed him. That’s when you saw where he worked. You went inside, got a table, and delightfully, Ten was your waiter. He was flirty and sweet, chatty since you were dining alone. And it was when he was coming back to your table with your meal, as he sat it down in front of you, he’d said, “Were you my delivery girl the other night? I swear, I recognize you from somewhere.”

He recognized you!

But you had to play it cool. Casual. “Oh, probably. I deliver for the restaurant I work at. Do you order from there a lot?”

He’d stood there for a few minutes, chatting with you about that, about regulars and the pains that they could be. He had to walk away to take care of another table, but your heart was soaring. Ten remembered you! He’d stood here and talked with you, and you couldn’t help thinking that he’d only reluctantly left to go take care of the other table, that he’d wanted to stay here talking with you.

That was just another layer on top of your growing obsession with him.

You sat there for another couple hours, nursing your drink, slowly eating your food, ordering dessert, keeping an eye on Ten as he danced around his section, grinning and flirting with customers for tips. You loved watching him move; he was graceful like a dancer, light on his feet, and well-balanced even when laden down with a heavy tray of meals for a table.

It became a hobby of yours after that, to just check in on Ten occasionally. You couldn’t afford to eat all the time at the restaurant where he worked, but there was a coffee stand right next door that offered a nice view in through the plate glass windows, so you could often sit on one of the tables at the coffee stand, sipping at your drink, pretending to read or work on something for hours while you watched him.

And then one Friday night, you were sitting outside when he got off work. You overheard him talking to his coworker – Mark, you’d helpfully learned when you “accidentally” ran into him in the back alley while he was smoking – about plans to go out to a bar later tonight.

The bar was notorious for being a hook-up spot. It gave off more of a club vibe than just a bar, but it was grimy enough that it wasn’t one of the chic clubs that people typically favored. You were surprised to hear that Ten was going, and although your plans for the night had been to simply follow him home before heading back to your own place, suddenly your plans shift. You’ll be going out tonight too, coincidentally.

Maybe you would accidentally bump into Ten there. Maybe he would be excited to see you again, like he’d been at his restaurant.

You get to the bar after Ten and Mark, spotting them as soon as you walk in. Ten’s at the bar ordering drinks while Mark stands right behind him, talking with a pretty girl. You linger in the shadows, observing them as they take shots, as Mark disappears onto the dancefloor with the girl, and Ten soon follows them into the press of bodies.

There are so many people dancing, pressed together that you struggle to squeeze through the crowd, trying to search for Ten among the writhing bodies. People are just dancing on each other, touching and grinding in an orgiastic ecstasy along to the beat of the music. You manage to squeeze between Ten and some girl, edging yourself between them until you’re the one dancing with Ten, his hands on your hips.

He must recognize you, you think, even with your back to him. He holds tight to your hips, and you grind back against him, swaying your hips to the music while he rolls his hips forward against your ass.

You lose track of time like that, reveling in being in Ten’s proximity, being touched by him. His hands eventually skim across your belly, down to your thighs, up your chest. You’re soaking your panties, so aroused as Ten’s grinding against your ass, as he squeezes your tits. His lips brush along your throat, licking and sucking.

And maybe if cruel fate hadn’t intervened, you could have gone home with Ten, could have fucked him and made him really fall in love with you. But some fool set a fire in the bathroom trash can, setting off the sprinklers. In the panic of screams and pushing and shoving, you and Ten are separated, and even once you make it outside onto the street – looking and feeling like a drowned rat – he’s nowhere to be seen.

But you hold the memory of the dancefloor close to your heart over the following days, treasuring it late at night when you’re in your bed, touching yourself thinking about what could have been. You wonder if Ten’s thinking about you too, wishing that he’d have held onto you a little tighter when you first sprang apart as the sprinklers unleashed overhead. You wonder if he’s been sitting in his apartment, considering if he should order delivery again to give him an excuse to see you.

Whether that’s actually the case or not, on the Tuesday following your night at the bar, Ten orders again.

It’s too early in the evening, so you weren’t expecting him to order just yet. He’s never off any earlier than 11, or so you’ve noticed in the last few weeks of watching him. But it’s only 10:45 right now. Had he left work early tonight? Was he sick? Was something wrong?

You take the order, and rush to Ten’s apartment.

You get there a few minutes after 11. You buzz his apartment, but he doesn’t answer, and then you start getting worried all over again. You buzz his neighbors until finally one of them lets you in. You race up the stairs to apartment 5A, and when you reach it, knocking on the door, there’s still no answer.

And then you hear a clatter on the stairs behind you.

“Ah, shit!” Ten hisses, reaching down to pick up his keys and his phone. He’s clutching his apron in one hand, balancing his order pad and a bottle of wine in the other hand. He snatches up his fallen possessions, and then climbs the last few stairs to the landing. “Oh, hey, I’m sorry!” Ten apologizes, walking quickly over to you standing in front of his door. “I didn’t think you would be here so fast, usually you guys take around half an hour to get here. I had a stressful night at work so I ordered before I left there, thinking I’d have plenty of time.”

You step back a bit as he comes up beside you, as he reaches for the keypad door lock. You watch as he punches in the code – 0228 – and then he’s shoving the door open, scrambling inside. He kicks his shoes off into a pile of other shoes. He skids across the floor in his socks, ducking through an open doorway.

You take a step inside.

You’re in Ten’s apartment!

A different cat than the one you’d seen that first night trots towards you before it freezes, tail bristling, and then it bolts through the door Ten had vanished through. He emerges a second later, cradling the cat in one arm, and holding out a few dollars to you with the other. He takes the bag of his food from you, you take the cash, feeling that zing in your fingertips again when your hand brushes his.

“Thank you! Have a great night!” Ten says, shifting the bag from one hand to the other so he can reach for his apartment door.

Reluctantly you step back out of the apartment, and Ten’s cooing at the cat in his arms as he closes the door, leaving you out in the hallway.

You try not to let your heart sink. There was no flash of recognition in Ten’s eyes. He didn’t mention the moments you’d shared the other night on the dancefloor at the bar. But he’d told you that he had a stressful night at work, maybe he just wanted to be alone, he didn’t want to burden you with his stresses, he didn’t want to invite you in because he wouldn’t be able to devote his attention to you the way that he knows that you deserve.

But as you’re leaving, as you’re slogging back down the building’s stairs, you pass a pretty young woman climbing up. She’s talking on the phone, giggling as you pass by her. You’re about four steps below her when you hear her giggle into the phone, saying, “Yes, Ten, I’m almost there. Don’t worry, I know the perfect destresser.”

Heat boils in your belly as you twist around to watch her climb the rest of the stairs. She’s going to Ten’s apartment? To help him destress? Is Ten fucking her?

You’re halfway tempted to follow her back up there, to see with your own two eyes that she’s going into his apartment, that Ten’s letting her inside. It can’t be true. Misery weighs heavily in your gut, and you decide you’d better not go up there. You need to get back to work; you’re on shift until 1 o’clock in the morning.

But the next morning, you’re up early. You couldn’t sleep last night after you got home. You’d been boiling with jealousy at the idea that there was another girl in Ten’s apartment right now. So you’d grabbed yourself a coffee and then plopped yourself down on a bench situated right across the street from Ten’s apartment building. It was really early. The sun was just rising, pouring through the streets to eat away the shadows. And you waited.

And waited.

Around 7:30 you see the building’s door open, and this time the girl from last night walks out. She’s got a bounce in her step, her hair clipped back from her face, and she rummages through her bag as she walks. You hate her.

Shortly after that, Ten emerges, looking like he’s still half asleep. He’s on the phone, and his voice carries across the street as he says, “Yeah, Kun, I’m on my way. No! I would never forget a brunch date that you set, why would you think that? Oh, yeah, just because YangYang says that he had to text me to wake me up? No!”

He’s still denying that he forgot his morning plans when he turns the corner. You’re caught for a moment, stuck between following him and doing something a little riskier. You want to go inside his apartment.

Since watching him punch in the code last night, it’s all you’ve been thinking about. You now have access to Ten’s apartment. You could go in there, surprise him any time that you want.

0228.

The door beeps when you punch the numbers in, the lock clicking as it unlatches, and you turn the handle. The door swings open, and you slip quickly inside.

You wander around for a few minutes, learning the layout, just looking around. The cats – it turns out he’s got three of them – curl together on Ten’s bed, watching you suspiciously.

Ten keeps a tidy house. There’s not a thing out of place. His bed is made, erasing any sign of the woman from last night. His clothes are all put away in drawers and in his closet. There aren’t any dirty dishes in the sink, the cat’s litter box is clean, there’s a horde of cleaning products tucked beneath his kitchen sink.

You check out his bedroom. There are a collection of fragrance bottles and skincare products sitting on his chest of drawers. You find a box of sex toys and lube beneath his bed. There’s a stack of books sitting on the floor in the corner, dusty and surrounded by forgotten cat toys. You examine the products inside his bathroom as well – shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, etc.

There’s a half-damp towel hanging to dry in the bathroom, and you wrap your hands in it, bringing it up to your face, breathing in the clean smell of Ten.

Before you leave, you run your fingers through your hair, and with one of the loose strands that tangles around your fingers, you leave it beneath Ten’s pillow. A memory of you.

That night, Ten orders again. It’s his day off, so you’re a little surprised by that. Typically, you’ve learned that he goes out more on his nights off. He doesn’t usually order in. You hope he’s not having that woman over again tonight.

But when you arrive, Ten opens the door by himself. He’s wearing just a tshirt and sweatpants, bare toes sticking out from the dragging hem of the sweatpants.

“You again,” he smiles. “I bet you’re getting tired of seeing me. Again, sorry about last night, leaving you waiting at my door like that.” He counts out the cash tip, passing it over to you. “I was so all over the place after my day, I wasn’t thinking straight about anything. Ended up having to relax with a bottle of wine, your delicious takeout, and my best friend.”

Best friend? Not a hookup?

“I hope your day was better today,” you say, “And I don’t mind delivering all the way out here.” You feel heat rising in your face as you admit that. Ten’s at the very edge of your restaurant’s delivery range; most other delivery drivers don’t like coming all the way over here, eager to let you take it when Ten’s order comes in.

Ten smiles brightly. “My day was pretty good, actually.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hold out a card to Ten. It’s got your store’s logo printed on one side of it, the other side has a QR code. “Um, we’re doing a contest sort of thing. Free delivery for a year. All you have to do is scan the code, fill out the survey, and you’re entered to win.”

Ten takes the card, flipping it one way and then the other. “That would be awesome. Thanks.”

“Anyway, have a good night.” You take a step back, your heart racing. You can’t believe you did that. There’s no contest, not really. It’s a QR code that once he scans it, a bug will be on his phone. Yeah, there’s some fake survey on the other end of the link for Ten to fill out, but a tech whiz friend of yours that created this for you assured you that Ten wouldn’t be able to tell that you’d put a tracker on his phone.

“See you around.” Ten waves as you start to walk away.

Hours later, you’re lying in bed at home when your phone dings with the email notification your friend set up once Ten scanned the code. You quickly click through, and there it is. Ten’s location. Now you’ll be able to see wherever he goes.

It’s probably about a week later when you see Ten’s girl best friend again. She’s at the restaurant, standing out by Mark’s car while Ten and Mark sit inside, all three of them smoking. Ten’s laughing at something she’s said, and you move a little closer, hiding behind a fence at the edge of the alley so you can hear what they’re saying.

“You little freak,” the girl teases Ten. “Listen, some girls might find that hot, but I am not one of them.”

Mark leans forward then. “Oh, what are you into?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Markie.” She steals the cigarette from his fingers, taking a puff. “But not this, like, voyeuristic, anonymous thing Ten likes. I want a man that wants me for me, knowing everything he’s getting, who knows me.”

“I know you,” Mark mumbles.

Ten smacks Mark’s arm. “You couldn’t handle her.”

Ten’s best friend laughs, agreeing with Ten’s assessment. “But, seriously, Ten. You need to be careful. That’s risky behavior.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” He promises, taking the cigarette back from her, taking a drag from it before dropping it to the ground outside the car and stubbing it out with his toe. “She’s into it, too, I promise.”

The boiling jealousy starts up again in your belly. He’s seeing someone? You haven’t seen anyone over at his apartment except for this woman, and she’s clearly not the one he’s talking about.

He still has several hours left for his shift, so you go to his apartment. You punch in the code and step right in, and you begin your search for any evidence that Ten’s hooking up with someone. He’d better not be. He’s yours.

But maybe if there’s some other girl in his life, maybe you need to stake your claim, mark him as yours.

Ten’s cats are running around the living room when you walk into his bedroom and close the door. You lie down on his bed, bury your face in his pillow and breathe in. With your eyes closed you can almost pretend like he’s here with you, that you’ve spent the night and now you’re waking up beside him. You can almost imagine what it would feel like to have the memory of his hands on your bare skin, and thoughts of that lead you to thinking about his hands on your thighs, pressing them apart for him to fit between.

Your pussy throbs.

You sit up, climbing off Ten’s bed only long enough to take your clothes off, stripping down to nothing. But that’s not enough. You walk over to Ten’s closet, run your hands over his clothes hung so carefully, and you select a tshirt, drawing it over your head. It falls to the tops of your thighs, just barely covering your bits. The shirt is so soft against your skin, it smells like Ten.

You lie back down, your hand immediately slipping between your thighs.

You dive back into the fantasy, letting it take over as you slide your fingers over your slick pussy. In your fantasy Ten kisses and bites at your thighs, marking you up as he fingers you, all the while telling you how much he loves you, how much he needs and wants you, that he just wants you to cum for him before he takes care of his own wants.

Ten’s name is on your lips as you cum around your fingers, but even that’s not enough. You’re still needy for more.

You hesitate for only a moment before you sit up, grabbing one of the pillows from the head of his bed. You grab your phone from where you left it on the floor, and you prop it up on Ten’s bedside table, aiming it towards the bed, angled just to the point where you can’t see your face. You wad his pillow up between your thighs, and you sink down onto it.

It feels so good to just hump the pillow, the friction of the fabric against your clit, knowing that Ten will lay his head to rest on this pillow after you’d soaked it in your wetness. You drag the hem of the shirt up, pinching it between your teeth as you bring one of your hands to your chest to tease your nipples, and your other hand you clench in the pillow.

You let the fantasy take over again, imagining that you’re above Ten, riding him, grinding on his cock while he touches your chest. You ride his pillow like you would ride him, enthusiastically bouncing, moaning his name, and when your orgasm sears through you, you collapse to the side, grabbing your phone to end the recording.

Before you leave, you put the pillow back where it belongs. You take the shirt off and hang it back in his closet. You straighten the bed up, leaving no obvious sign that you were there.

You didn’t see any trace of any other woman that Ten’s fucking around with, and that does leave you with a funny feeling in your belly. The whole way back to your apartment, you’re busy wondering what that was about, what Ten’s best friend meant about his risky behavior, but maybe if he’s doing anonymous sex with random strangers, she’s just worried about him practicing safe sex.

For the next few days, you watch his location, checking to see if it looks like he’s going to any apartments that aren’t his. And when it looks like he’s going out, whether that’s to a bar or a restaurant or anywhere public, you quickly make your way there. You just want to see who he’s hooking up with, want to see who they are so you can make them end things with him.

But every time, he’s either alone or with his friends; the only girl you ever see him with is his girl best friend. Sometimes you check his location while you’re at work, curious what he gets up to when you’re not watching him.

One night while you’re at work, around the time that Ten’s getting off, you check his location. He’s walking, walking home probably, though he’s gone a little bit out of his way. He’s closer to your restaurant than he is to home. You watch the dot move, bobbing along the sidewalk, down streets that you walk every day, by your favored convenience store, the grocery store at the end of your block, and then you watch when the dot blips out of existence.

His phone died. That, or he shut it off.

Maybe he’s meeting up with the mysterious girl he, Mark, and his best friend were talking about. You let rage boil in your belly, pissed that you can’t leave work right now because you were short-staffed for delivery drivers tonight. You could be out on the street looking for him, figuring out where he’s gone, but instead you’re stuck here.

When the dot marking his location returns, it’s at his apartment.

It’s out of your way, but you go by there, and you stand on the ground looking up at the fifth floor, at his windows. Ten’s standing there in his bedroom window, looking out at the city, at the street, at the sky. He’s naked. You can see all the bare skin of his chest, his stomach, his hips. You stand down there, looking up at him, studying the shadowy smudges of his tattoos from down here.

When you get home, you climb into bed, you curl up and pull up the video from when you’d been in his room, when you’d cum on Ten’s pillow. You touch yourself again, thinking of him and that video, and as you cum on your fingers, as you close your eyes, you imagine that Ten’s there with you, that you can smell the familiar combination of his cologne and shampoo.

You want him.

You really, really want him.

Maybe you should let him know. Maybe you should stop hiding, stop watching him from the shadows, and you should ask him out or something. You can’t just keep waiting for him to make a move.

A few days pass. You sit at the coffee stand beside Ten’s job, and you watch him work. You’ve noticed a few times in recent days that after his work day is over, Ten’s phone will die or he’ll shut it off for a few hours, his location only resuming once he’s already back home. You’ve decided you’re going to have to watch him if you want to figure out where he’s going.

You sit there for the rest of his shift, and at eleven, when he walks out the back door of the restaurant, you follow behind him, keeping your distance.

He doesn’t go home, instead you follow his footsteps as he walks to the bar where you danced with him that one night. You linger a dozen feet behind him in the line to get inside. Some rich bleach-blonde woman , comes flouncing out of her fancy car parked at the curb, cuts in front of you, and when you say something about it, she ignores you, turns to one of her friends and says, “I didn’t know they let him bitches in this place.” At which point, you’re seeing red.

But if you fight this lady, if you get barred from the bar, you won’t get to see what Ten gets up to inside. So you hold your tongue and let the bitch in front of you. By the time you get inside the bar, you’ve lost Ten.

You decide you may as well get a drink while you’re here, and you sit there at the bar, looking out at the crowd, searching for Ten’s face. Eventually you spot him across the bar from you.

He’s leaning against the bar, talking to that woman – the blonde fancy bitch. You grip your glass tightly, overcome with jealousy when the woman lays her hand on Ten’s arm. You leave your drink at the bar, slowly making your way around it to where Ten and the woman stand; you’re not really sure what you’re going to do when you get over there. Maybe bump into Ten and strike up a conversation, get between him and the woman?

As you approach, Ten leans in to whisper in the woman’s ear, his gaze flicking up and briefly touching on yours before he’s closing his eyes once more. You’re close enough then that you can read his lips as he says to her, “Meet me in the bathroom.”

Absolutely the fuck not.

Ten steps away from her, heading right for the back of the bar where the bathrooms are. The woman spins in her seat, watching him go, and as she moves to stand and follow, you quickly cut in front of her.

“Hey,” you say, raising your voice to be heard over the music. “Is that your fancy car parked right out front? Someone just side-swiped it.”

“What?!” She cries out, and then she’s gone, running for the front door.

It’s not a very good lie, you think. Once she’s outside, she’ll see that her car is fine and just come back inside. Regardless, it got her out of your way.

You walk to the bathroom.

Ten’s standing in one of the two stalls. You recognize his shoes, and you can see him turn at the sound of the door opening. The second, unoccupied stall’s door is covered in graffiti, most prominently the word COCKSUCKER.

“Is it you?” Ten asks from within the first stall.

You hum a sound of confirmation, and you step deeper into the bathroom, noticing that within the cocksucker stall is a hole in the wall separating the two stalls. There’s an X graffitied on the floor right in front of the hole. You take that as a guide, and you walk into the stall, heart racing, wondering if this is what Ten had in mind when he invited the woman.

You drop to your knees on the X, and you wait.

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” Ten says from the other side of the wall. You can see his feet shifting, moving closer to the wall. “When we talked, all I could think about was your lips around my cock.”

And there it is. You hear the wall pop slightly as Ten leans his weight against it, as he thrusts his half-hard cock through the hole in the wall.

This is it. This is finally it.

Ten’s head hits the wall when you wrap a hand around his cock. He moans softly as you start working your hand up his length, twisting your hand on the upstroke, as you stick out your tongue and tap his cockhead on it before pushing forward to take Ten down your throat.

You love sucking Ten’s cock. The weight of him on your tongue, how he’s the perfect length. He doesn’t try to tell you what to do, just lets you take control and do what you want, even when that means you’re just drooling around his tip, hands stroking the rest of his cock.

“Shit,” Ten moans, thumping against the stall’s wall, hips bouncing off of it as he tries to thrust deeper into your throat. “C’mon, baby, show me how much you love my cock, how much you’ve been wanting me too.”

It’s sloppy and wet sounding as you slurp around Ten’s cock, bobbing your head, popping your lips off of his tip to give him little kitten licks along the slit.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Ten bucks forward. The stall rattles. He cums over your tongue, down your throat. Some of it dribbles down your chin. “God, baby, you feel so good.” He rocks shallowly between your lips, and you suck at his tip, savoring the last couple dribbles of cum across your tongue.

He pulls away, back through the gloryhole carved in the stall. You hear him hit the opposite wall, he sighs.

You don’t wait around. You get up and push out of the stall, out of the bathroom, fleeing before Ten gets the chance to open his stall and see that you’re not the woman he thought you were. You run out of the bar, noticing as you do that miracles do happen, and someone did in fact side-swipe the car of the fancy bitch.

You walk away from the bar feeling a little better.

You’re even more deeply obsessed with Ten than you were before, now that you’ve had a taste of him. You dream of that night often, of his cock on your tongue, of his taste spilling down your throat.

You dream of him touching you. You dream of sneaking into Ten’s apartment at night and climbing into his bed, of kissing him, having him react to you in a lustful, favorable way.

You still watch his location, and still there are times that his location dot disappears from the map, always times that you can never go check where he’s at, figure out what he’s doing.

And then one night, his dot disappears while you're at work, but you find out exactly where he is.

“Hey, that Ten guy ordered a pick-up,” your coworker says a few moments after you notice the missing dot. You look up to see that she’s waving a to-go bag at you. “That’s weird, right? He always orders delivery.”

Ten ordered pick-up? He’s coming here?

The door jingles as it’s yanked open, and you look up just in time to see Ten striding inside. He doesn’t spare you a glance as he walks up to your coworker at the pick-up counter.

“Hey, I have an order for Ten.”

Your coworker turns, very obviously looking at you. “We’ve got it right here. You know, she’s pretty disappointed you didn’t order delivery. She loves running your order.”

Finally, Ten looks at you.

He smiles. “I know. We’ve talked about it before. Sorry, but I’m seeing a friend tonight, so no delivery. I thought I’d pick it up on the way.” Ten takes the bag when your coworker slides it over to him. He glances your way, waves, and says, “See you around.”

As soon as the door swings back shut behind Ten, your coworker is already making sad sounds. “Babe, I’m sorry! I was trying to help you out, y'know? Let him know that you’re interested, but I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d say he’s seeing someone.”

You shrug. “It is what it is.”

But it’s not okay.

For the next two hours of your shift, you’re constantly checking your phone to see if Ten’s location has reappeared. You’re just thinking about him, wondering, worrying that you’ve actually lost your chance this time. This isn’t like at the bar where you stole him away from the blonde bitch. This is him coming here to where you work and telling you that he’s seeing someone tonight, and you have no way of intervening.

But you’re off at 1 o’clock in the morning, and by the time you get home it’s about 1:30. You open your apartment door, flip on the entryway lights, kick off your shoes. You walk into the kitchen without turning on the lights in there, reach for the bottle of water you left there on the counter.

Your hand finds nothing but empty air. You sweep your hand over the counter. Nothing. Maybe you actually threw it away in your rush out the door this morning. You head to the bathroom, hop in the shower, and then you climb straight in bed, hating that even after you’ve showered off the work stink you can still smell it on you.

But you quickly fall asleep, ready to dream about Ten.

Only you feel as if you’ve only just drifted off when you’re being awoken by the sound of something moving in your apartment. You open your eyes, but the room is pitch black, and after another moment you realize that it’s because you’ve been blindfolded. And someone is prowling around your bedroom.

You try to sit up, but a hand presses to your chest. You reach out to slap at the man holding you down.

“Oh, calm down, baby,” he says. “It’s just me.”

“Ten.”

He laughs when you freeze. “Yeah, baby, it’s me. I got tired of waiting.”

His hand runs over your cheek.

“Waiting?” You shiver.

“Yes. You’ve been watching me, breaking into my apartment, following me.” He didn’t sound mad at all. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move ever since you masturbated in my bed. But you didn’t.”

“How did you know?” You try to sit up again, but he lays his hand on your chest once more.

Ten waits for you to settle, and then he says, “That first night you delivered to my apartment, I thought you were beautiful. Maybe I was a little crazy, but it felt like there was a connection. And then you came into the restaurant? It felt like fate, the universe throwing us together.” He trails his fingers down your sternum, between your breasts, all the way down to your belly button.

You’re not sure whether you’re grateful for or mortified about your present nudity. But Ten seems to be appreciating it.

“And then you started letting yourself into my apartment. I found your hair beneath my pillow, such a pretty color. And then one day, my pillow smelled like… like pussy, sweat, cum. I found another hair from you, but it was on the shoulder of one of my tshirts in my closet, one that was in a different place than I’d left it. I decided to return the favor.” Ten flicks his thumb over one of your nipples. “I knew it was you, I know where you work, and around how late into the night you work, so one night I followed you home. I watched as you climbed up here to your apartment, as you used a key to get in, and I knew it was time to brush up on my locksmith skills.

“I’ve been in here a few times too, baby. When you were at work. Touched myself in your bed.” Ten’s hand slides lower, all the way down your belly. “It was enough for a little bit, and then I just wanted you. But you weren’t coming to me, so I had to draw you in. At the bar. I wasn’t interested in that other chick, just using her to make you jealous, to tease you into the bathroom, into that stall beside mine.”

“What?” You gasp. He’d known it was you?

“You were exactly where I wanted you to be. Everything I said was about you.” Ten leans in, and you feel his breath on your lips. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. Every time I’ve spoken to you, I’ve done nothing but thought of your lips.”

“But earlier tonight when you came into the restaurant you said….”

“I said I was seeing a friend. You.” Ten moves away from your face, and you feel his lips skim your throat. “God, baby, I’ve been obsessed. Ask my friends, and they’ll tell you that I talk about you all the time. They know I watch you. My best friend and Mark, I’ve pointed you out to both of them, and they think I’m a freak for acting this way. Especially after I told them about one time you came home while I was here, and I hid in your closet, watching you.”

You moan. That’s hot, to think about him watching you when you didn’t even know.

“They made fun of me for being a freaky voyeur.” Ten kisses down your chest. “But I just… I want you. And I know you want me too, that I had nothing to be worried about because if I’m a freak, then so are you.”

“Yes,” you sigh, arching your chest off the bed. “I’m a freak for you.”

“Yes, you are, baby.” Ten’s moving over you now, sliding between your legs. He flicks his tongue over one nipple, his fingers massaging the other.

You roll your head against your pillow, wishing you could see Ten right now. You groan, “Ten, why the blindfold?”

He laughs, lifting his head from your tit momentarily to say, “I was going to have some fun, make you try to figure out who I was. You figured it out a lot sooner than I thought you would.”

A moment later, the blindfold is torn away. At last, you look at Ten, finally seeing his face tonight.

“Kiss me,” you demand. “It’s not fair that you haven’t kissed me.”

“I’ve just been waiting for you to ask, baby,” Ten coos, and then he’s there above you, his hand on your cheek, and you lift your head, closing the distance.

The kiss is exactly what you need, the key to unlock your ravenous desires.

You roll Ten over beneath you, pinning him against the bed. You kiss him like it’s the last one you’ll ever have. You don’t bother trying to strip Ten, just sliding your hands down his torso, tugging his shirt up away from his waist, sliding your hands into his pants.

You’ve had enough of all of this teasing. The past weeks have already been enough foreplay. You just want him, you want Ten entirely.

Judging by how hard he is, how he’s rocking forward into your touch as soon as you get your hand on his cock, you’d say that Ten feels the same.

You guide his cock out of his pants, and immediately you’re rolling your hips against his hardness, gliding your pussy along Ten’s length to hear him moan. And if that’s not the most god-damned beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“C’mon,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands drop to your hips. “Ride me, baby. Ride me like you did my pillow. It still smells like you, y’know? I jerk off with my nose to the pillow. Thinking of you.”

The moment that you sink down on Ten’s cock, you feel euphoric. This is all you’ve been waiting for for weeks now, to have this object of your desire, the heart of your obsession, finally buried inside your cunt. You’ve finally got him right where you want him, and it’s just as good as you’ve imagined.

Ten isn’t just a passive partner while you’re riding him. He’s not making you do all the work. He’s lifting his hips off the bed, grinding up into you as you roll your hips down. Ten’s touching your breasts, your hips, your ass. He leans up to meet you in a fiery kiss as you boldly take what you want.

“So good, baby,” Ten moans. “Wish I’d have fucked you the first night at the bar, right there on the dance floor when you were dancing on me. And the night you sucked my dick in the bathroom, I was moments from coming over there, fucking you in that stall, but you were sucking me so good, baby. I couldn’t leave your sweet mouth.”

Right now, he puts his hand beneath your chin, slipping his thumb against your bottom lip.

“Ten,” you moan, sinking towards him.

“Baby.” He echoes your tone.

Ten’s thumb dips between your lips, and you close your lips around the digit, sucking, flicking your tongue over the tip. He must sense you’re getting tired of being on top, or maybe it’s just that with you sucking on his finger, he’s decided to put you in a more submissive role. Either way, Ten suddenly flips you beneath him onto your back. His thumb is still between your lips as he starts moving, rolling his hips roughly, thrusting his cock inside your pussy, each deep thrust, sending ripples of pleasure through you. Electricity zings from your fingertips to your core as you touch Ten, and you cross your ankles at his tailbone, hugging his hips between your thighs.

You’re too far gone to really be able to listen to anything else Ten is saying, but he’s still talking, watching his thumb disappear between your lips, gritting his teeth as he holds back his orgasm. You claw your fingers down his back, cry his name around his thumb, and your orgasm snaps through you like a firecracker.

Ten pulls out at the last second, a broken moan forcing its way from his throat as he cums too, spilling across your belly and pussy before he plunges back in, getting a few last good thrusts in as that last spurts of his cum shoot out, leaving you with such a warm, glowy, fuzzy high.

He untangles himself from your limbs pretty quickly, slipping from the bed, and leaving the bedroom. You can hear him rummaging around in your bathroom, turning on the sink, and then he’s back. Ten gently spreads your legs, dragging one over his lap as he gently takes a damp cloth to wipe away his drying cum, trying to clean you up a little.

“Mm, stop.” You reach down, tugging the cloth from his fingers, tossing it aside so it hits the floor. “I don’t care. I just want you to come back up here. Kiss me again, Ten.”

He’s smiling when he heeds your wish. Ten throws himself down among your pillows, looking perfectly at home, and he wraps his arms around you, drawing you against his chest.

“They’ll be so proud of me for finally doing this,” Ten sighs. “Mark told me he was starting to get worried that I’d be arrested for stalking. I tried to tell him that you’re worse than me.”

You tilt your head back to look at him. “How am I worse?”

Ten laughs. “You, my little freak, put a tracker on my phone. Don’t try to deny it. I know. You camped out outside my workplace all day at least a few times. You’re a little freak, and I love you for that.”

You preen, tucking yourself back against his chest, sinking in to enjoy your happily ever after moment.

a/n: slight Watch Me vibes (the Mark fic), but I just decided I kinda wanted the twist of Ten being equally as obsessed with her, that he's been stalking her like the whole time too. This one doesn't have the supernatural element that the others this far have had, but I feel like them being stalkers kinda falls under the monsters category of gods & monsters.

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hencheri · 2 months ago

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▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. humiliation, cum play (sort of), daddy kink, ten's lowkey a huge perv.

dom!ten with a dumb gf... loves to make you shy, loves to embarrass you... but he swears, it's only because he loves you so fucking much.

one arm draped over the back of your chair, thighs spread and his knee bumping into yours, his other hand playing with the fork on his napkin. he pretends to not hear you, pretends he doesn't notice your small hand pulling on his t-shirt, laughing and talking with his friends.

"tennie, please..." you say softly, in the lowest voice so he's the only one catching onto the desperation in your tone. you pull again, staring at the side of his face, but he doesn't look at you once.

you almost feel tears kissing your eyes, puffing air into your cheeks. you know what he wants, what he's waiting for. it's so humiliating.

you go to speak a second time, but right when you do the table turns silent. "daddy-" you stop yourself, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, fingers clenching into your skirt.

you finally have your boyfriend's attention, looking down his nose at you, letting out a questioning hum. but you can't get the words out as everyone's eyes are on you, mockery laced in their laughs. ten holds back the smirk from tugging onto his lips. so adorable.

he knows xiaojun and hendery are making fun of him, but he can't bring himself to care—the embarrassed look on your face is everything he wants to see right now; those big, rounded eyes gazing at him so helplessly, your puffed out cheeks that he knows are hot to the touch, bottom lip jutted out, that cute familiar pout decorating your kissable lips...

"i have... an issue," you whisper and he notices how you close your legs tightly.

"what is it, angel?" he asks, leaning over your frame, caging you with his body.

you stare back at him sheepishly, a look that clearly means 'i can't say it here'. he guesses what's wrong with how you clench your legs, bringing the hem of your skirt down, barely covering anything. he narrows his eyes at you, wondering if he should force you to say it—but that'd be too cruel, you're just too stupid for your own good.

he's not surprised when he brings you to the car to discover that the problem was his cum seeping from your cunt, dripping down your inner thighs to the point of forming a wet patch on your skirt. he finds it amusing at first—that's why you were clenching your thighs so tightly, trying to keep his cum from leaking out of your little pussy. how endearing.

"you made me walk out on my friends for that little mess?" he grins, legs wide open on each side of his hips, his favourite position to see you in. how useless you are, needing ten to solve every little problem you have, crying from embarrassment.

"'m sorry," you babble out, strings of spit sticking to your pouty lips. "i felt it..." you make a little disgusted face, scrunching up your nose. "it was too uncomfortable," you explain in a whiny voice.

maybe he should've left you your panties this morning when he couldn't help but bend you over the bed and fuck your little cunt until you were nothing but a brainless mess just before going out to lunch. but that would've been less fun, right?

ten chuckles, trailing his hands over your thighs. "you don't like it when daddy claims what's his? when he cums in that slutty pussy of yours?" he teases, feeling how your breath hitches at his vulgar words, obvious lust in your eyes.

you love it—love being used, love being your boyfriend's dumb little cocksleeve, walking around with his cum leaking out of you and into your panties. you feel possessed, cared for in a way.

"tennie..." you whine again, wanting his teasing to end, but he loves it too much to stop.

"that's not my name, angel," he smiles, "be good and i might clean up that mess for you."

you don't need more convincing than that, daddy slipping past your lips like second nature, like it's always been ten's name. his head nestled between your soft thighs, sucking your folds in his mouth lewdly, short nails digging into your flesh, your fingers pulling on his hair while you moan and cry.

your legs are shaking so much, thrown over his shoulders, back leaned over the backseats—everything feels like a daze, waves of pleasure blinding your mind, making you lose all sense of reality. all you know is ten's name and the feeling of his tongue flicking over your clit.

you cum about 3 times, complaining about how sensitive you are, how you can't take more, but ten forces more orgasms out of you, kinda punishing you for being so useless—though he will never teach you how to be less dependent on him. he loves you too much, he needs you to be his dumb little angel, his helpless but adorable girlfriend.

#it fits kun a lot too...#like idk it could be him as well but less teasing (way less teasing)#but i had ten in mind so <3 #— ☆ starring wayv #w/ ten !#nct smut #nct x reader #nct hard hours #wayv smut #wayv x reader #ten lee smut #ten x reader #ten smut #ten lee x reader

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sunflowerhae · 21 days ago

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Bsf!Ten x f!reader x ex-situationship!haechan

Not proofread so if it sounds like shit sorry babes

This is for @titttuaf girl idk why I really got into this but you inspired me so enjoy!

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Warnings

PWP, I guess kinda angst, haechan and ten fighting for your attention (muahah), Unprotected sex, making out, threesome, reader gets fingerbanged, munch!haechan agenda for the win fr (im sorry but you can tell who my bias is in this I still tried tho), consent being sexy asf, mean dom haechan, soft dom ten, reader is kinda quiet actually shes just a chill dude (lmk if i missed anything!)

You don’t know what you were doing, honestly. When Ten had initially invited you to the party, it was pure defiance that convinced you to go.

“Y/n, no offense, but this is a pity invite.” Your best friend of 9 years failed to surprise you, is the first thing your mind thought as you rolled your eyes. The glaring sun poisoned your skin as it took residence in your tan lines - your frame trying its best to shield your best friend, who lay relaxed in your campus courtyard. You ignore your annoyance at his intrusion, stilling your mind from its endless torture as you attempt to study for your upcoming Intro to Philosophy exam. It wasn’t like Ten noticed, anyway. Ten sometimes let himself get swept in his thoughts, which in turn made it hard for him to notice things - like for example your negative aura that was about to push you to commit crimes against the man. If anyone asked you? You’d say he acted too lax for someone nearing the end of their junior year of college - someone who you’ve barely seen crack open a book the last semester.

It’s not like you didn’t know your best friend, it was quite the opposite. You and ten met at the ripe ages of 16, and it wasn’t much of a story. Sitting at desks together for the entirety of your sophomore year of high school, you became pretty close as you were secluded from your other friends. You had lots of differences, like his affinity for dancing and your affinity for…breaking your bones while attempting to dance. Also, where Ten went, a new friend followed; you, yourself preferred the acquaintance of 1 or 2 people at a time. Outside of the class, neither of you really talked, but inside it didn’t matter. You talked, laughed, got in trouble together - all the works. And eventually, talking inside the class became an outside thing, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t Ten and it wasn’t Y/n; it was Ten and Y/n.

It was no surprise when the both of you applied and got into the same college, and it definitely wasn’t a surprise when Ten rushed a frat his second week, while you stuck to the dorms. Of course, he got in with flying colors - a certified frat guy. You joked that he was finally in his true form; you think he took the joke too seriously. Ten was always a smart kid, always kept on his grades despite being the biggest extrovert the world could spit out, so it was also no surprise when he snuck his way into the frat’s student government - more like weaseled his way in. Really, he only did it for the status (he himself used that exact phrase when he whispered it to you once while making confessions. You gasped in surprise, like any good friend would). He liked the power it gave him, despite being only a sophmore. After that, you saw a lot less of Ten. It was fine, you had your other roommates - three amazing girls - as friends, and were actually pretty wrapped up in school and work, plus you figured Ten was keeping you in his thoughts, but was just busy. You tried not to let the ache of missing him affect you, because you knew your friendship would last, you knew it would be okay.

If anything positive came out of the moment, it was that the times you did manage to see him became all the more meaningful, though you’d never admit it. So while yes, Ten interrupting your studies was annoying, you were still excited to see him, that is - until he opened his mouth.

“What does that mean,” you huffed, “I don’t want pity!”

“I don’t mean anything by it, y/n, you know that,” ten turned around, his body facing the walkway that plenty of students and staff used while going to and from class, “I just mean I’m inviting you but I know you won’t go. I just don’t want you to feel left out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, huffing his chest out in a sigh and looking away from you. He was uncomfortable for some reason, but you couldn’t pin point why, which worried you. You only found it hard to read him when he wanted to keep something from you. You let the two of you sit in silence for a beat while you stared at your books, debating what to say. Actually, it was Ten who broke the silence, looking back at you with a warmer glow.

“I’d love if you came, though.” You looked back up at him, and smiled slightly. You knew it somewhat bothered Ten that you didn’t come to his parties, though he barely mentions it. Besides the fact that you would rather be inside your room on a Friday night watching TV while high, than at a party in uncomfortable heels and sweaty palms, waiting for your ride home to be ready to go - you hated Ten’s frat. You hated his “brothers” who were pompous assholes, his shared bathroom that could never be fully clean, and most of all you hated that he lived right down the hall from your ex-situationship.

Haechan was what you might describe as immature. And mean. And arrogant. And sexist, and evil, and everythinghorriblewrappedupintooneandidyousaymeanjustacompletewasteofspac-

Long story short - you couldn’t stand him. You really don’t know what you were thinking, letting Ten pick your blind date. He swore he would pick only the best one (though later admitted Haechan was the only one that was available to go) so when Haechan picked you up - a man who you’d only met maybe once in passing - you were kind of confused. You’d heard a lot about Haechan. He was a manwhore first off - a big ass slut. And while you don’t believe a body count defines an individual - his reputation did. Your roommate, Karina, had one thing to say about the subject,

“Well, he’s a giver.” You trusted her, being that she had a first hand account. Karina said a lot, in fact, maybe even too much. She didn’t have to go into detail about the way it felt when it moved in you, but she didn’t really ask you if you wanted to know before revealing that information. Besides that, however, you heard that Haechan can flirt, but it’s borderline toxic. He’ll make you hear exactly what you want, just to get in your pants. You have to say, despite all the stories and tales you heard about him, you gave into it, many…many times. You gave in so much, in fact, that your dumbass brain even convinced you that the boy was charming enough for a crush. After 5 and a half months of being friends with benefits, you finally caved and admitted you liked Haechan - just in time for him to call the whole thing off.

You never really got closure, just a message left on read and a new public enemy. You found it hard to tell Ten, for obvious reasons. First off, the two got along fairly well being frat brothers and everything, and you didn’t want to ruin that for your best friend. Especially because if and when Ten found out, you knew he wouldn’t react well. He hated being wrong, so knowing that he set the two of you up and you didn’t end up together would really piss him off. If you could have avoided telling him, you would have; unfortunately he’s a nosy man, so he found out pretty quickly.

“What a jackass,” he rolled his eyes, “you should have never let me talk you into seeing him!” Ten had a brilliant mind - though you’d never tell him that - he had this interesting way of turning the blame around on everyone but himself, which was funny to see when it wasn’t actively happening to you.

“Do you want me to beat him up?” That made you laugh, knowing that while Ten was muscular from dancing, he could not fight to save a life, and the image of the two going at it really made your day.

“No, I don’t,” you finally managed to say, “just let it go, okay?” And so he did. You were thankful that was the only thing he had to say on the subject.

It was because of that doomed situationship, however, that visiting Ten’s frat became 100 times more uncomfortable for you, and you strived to avoid it. A part of you had an inkling that’s the reason Ten was cross with you, because you didn’t visit his home as much as he wished you did. Ten wishes you were a party girl, so you two could have fun together - he won’t ask you to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, though, so he just briefly invites you before shrugging off your answer, which is always a soft ‘no’. It almost annoys you, knowing how predictable you’ve gotten. You’ve protected your peace so much to the point your best friend is tired of you, at least that’s what you’ve convinced yourself is the case.

The anxiety ate away at you, fear morphing into desperation as you clung to the idea that Ten and you could be what you once were - close. That if you put yourself in an even worse situation for him, he would enjoy your presence again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ten, who was picking at a string in his top, snaps his head up in surprise, looking at you with wide eyes, “this Friday, right?”

Ten starts at you for a solid minute, his thoughts once again hidden behind a veil of doubt, clouded into the brown of his eyes. His forehead remained creased as he slowly nodded, mumbling a, “yeah, Friday.” And nothing else. You sighed, Friday it was.

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You were incredibly uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. The most dressed up you agreed to get was a skirt and doc martens, and even that made you feel weird as you stood in the corner of this barely familiar house. The room was hot, and smelled like BO, which was to be expected with how many people were shoved into it, bodies pressed against each other as drinks were passed around and dropped, making the floor sticky in residue. It was hard to see, and even harder to hear, and you didn’t even know where Ten was. Thankfully for you, Karina and Giselle agreed to come with you, so you weren’t completely alone. They couldn’t stop your anger, though. Angry at Ten, for saying he wouldn’t leave you and then doing exactly that. Angry at Haechan, for making you uncomfortable the minute you entered with the way he stared you down from across the room, and angry at yourself for even agreeing to come to this stupid party when you’d rather be home. Your insecurities from earlier this week felt small, now, as you realize that friendship goes two ways - right now Ten was looking like a pretty shitty friend. You looked at the drink in your hand, a Coke. You refused to drink anything other than soda, and anything other than a can.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink, y/n?” Giselle practically screamed into your ear, which still sounded muffled. You just shook your head, tired of attempting conversation in this overstimulating environment. Just as you wanted to turn to your friends and insist on leaving, Karina sees someone she knows and tells you that she’ll be right back, disappearing into the crowd. Your anxiety immediately peaks, feeling anxious for your friend as she takes on the party alone. Your stress pushes you off your spot on the wall, quickly telling Giselle you’re going to the bathroom, and that you’ll be back soon. In retrospect it doesn’t make sense to leave your one friend in a foreign world while you’re feeling scared, but you must have been operating with half your brain because you didn’t question yourself one bit at the time.

You pushed your way through the masted clump of bodies that occupied the room, finally breaking somewhat free on the stairs and running towards the only bathroom you knew of, next to Tens room. Of course, that wasn’t free, so you decided to go to the only place you knew would be empty right now.

Growing up, you always loved Ten’s room. At his parents house - the one you grew up going to - his room was warm. You spent more time there, laying on his bed listening to music and watching scary movies, than you did your own room. His mom didn’t care that his best friend was a girl, your mom very much cared that yours was a boy, so his house was always a regular hangout spot. You missed that room so much, craved it even. His room at the frat was much colder, much more boy-ish. Maybe it was because he didn’t have his mom to pick up his messes here, you figure. If there was one thing that still transferred from that room to this though, it was the boy.

You were surprised when you slammed open the door in desperation for some quiet, only to find the occupant of said room to be laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling in silence. Ten, of course, snapped his head to the sound of his door opening - his eyes softening from their harsh gaze when seeing you standing in the frame, the light from the hallway illuminating your outline. With a sigh, he plopped his head back to its original position, waiting for you to come in and close the door.

You did just that, sliding yourself into the spot beside him on the bed, and staring up at the same ceiling his eyes stayed glued to. You laid in silence for a solid 3 minutes, before you decided to ask something that was heavy on your mind.

“What’s going on with you?” The question lingered, and you didn’t push Ten to answer. It seemed he was collecting his thoughts, because after a while he hummed like he found the answer. You knew you were right, and he knew there was no point denying - there was something going on. You had given him a long time to tell you, but now it was time to intervene, as his best friend.

“Y/n, can I ask you something,” he started after another beat, “and you can’t get upset.” That caused you to raise your eyebrows, your stomach dropping an inch. Whatever he had to say, you wouldn’t like it.

If it was something worth getting mad at, you would. However, for the sake of knowledge, you just let a silent and soft “sure” out, and let him fill the void. He didn’t question your answer, presumably too caught up in his own thoughts to care.

“Did you really like Haechan?” The question left you not mad, but confused. Why was he bringing this up? You paused in contemplation, and wondered if you really did. At the end of the day Haechan as an ass, but he was also funny. He always made you comfortable, and always took care of you. He was pretty, too, which helped soften the blow. All in all, you did like Haechan. Maybe not as much as you think, but you did like him.

“Yeah, I did. Why?” And why would you be mad? So many questions, so little time to answer - not when Ten was moving closer to you, and his body heat was radiating into your personal space. You turned your head to face him, only to see him already looking at you. You could tell with one look he wasn’t drunk, usually his drunk face was much more relaxed. This version of Ten wasn’t one you saw very often - anxious. “Ten, what’s going on-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ten pushed himself forward using his other hand, and smashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t soft. He was messy, but he didn’t force his way in, just hovered over you as he silently handed the reins on the situation to you. You were paused in shock. Your best friend of almost 10 years is kissing you, do you hate it, do you like it? It’s gross, but not in a bad way, it was so hard to pinpoint your feelings. You knew you couldn’t leave it like this - you had to know how this felt. So, you kissed back. The two of you laid there, making out, and you quickly decided you loved it. Your head pulsated as Ten’s iron tight grip on your waste began to travel, moving up and down your body. You pushed your lips deeper into his, pushing him back onto the pillows in the process, with you laying over him. Time seemed to slow down for the both of you, as he gripped onto your ass. You were so indulged in the moment - in Ten - you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”Haechan had been watching you all night.

Ten noticed.

He had noticed before the party even started, back when Haechan cornered him in the kitchen with a Red Bull in one hand and a nervous smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you,” Haechan had said, scratching the back of his neck. “About Y/N. I… I want to try something real with her. I figured I should ask you first.” Ten had blinked, stunned into silence. It was a good kind of stunned. Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. But even then, the sickness had started to churn at the bottom of his stomach. He can’t say he was surprised. Even before Haechan had confessed, Ten began noticing the way Haechan seemed…fixated on you. When he first set the two of you up, he honestly didn’t believe anything would come from it; imagine his surprise when you revealed the nature of your relationship with his frat brother. Even when you confessed that the two of you ended things - Ten knew better. He felt like something was there he couldn’t quite see - a movement in the corner of his eye, or a briefly familiar face in a crowd. He watched the way Haechan acted when you were brought up in conversations - a perk of his shoulders as his eyes hold curiosity and longing. As the weeks progressed, Ten couldn’t shake the feeling that he was running out of time with you - Haechan walking up to him tonight only solidified that fear.

“You’re asking for permission?” he had muttered, swallowing a bitter laugh

“Yeah out of respect, man. I know she’s important to you.” Ten had nodded—slowly, tightly—and given the kind of permission that felt like biting down on glass.

“Sure,” he’d said, “Go for it.” But he didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

Now here you were, standing beside him in his bed, your lips still tingling from where they’d met his, your eyes wide and glassy in the dark. You stared at Ten like he was a stranger. But to him? You’d never looked more familiar. Like a memory he had been too afraid to touch.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, “Except I’ve been thinking about it for days. Weeks.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not when the room felt like it was closing in on you with the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

Haechan’s eyes darted between the two of you, unreadable.

“I was looking for you,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “Karina said you came upstairs.”

Silence suffocates the air as you find the right answer - nothing seemed good enough.

“Were you?” you finally asked, softly.

He took another step forward. “Yeah. I was.”

Then his gaze shifted—briefly—to Ten. It held.

“I thought I could handle this,” Haechan admitted, voice low. “I told myself I was cool with it. That you two were just friends, and that I didn’t care.”

“But you do,” Ten murmured.

“Yeah,” Haechan said. “I do.”

The next few moments felt like a slow-motion car crash. No one moved. No one blinked.

And then Haechan took another step forward—toward you this time, not Ten. His eyes softened the second they met yours.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I hurt you. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was ruin the best thing I never deserved to have.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“And then I heard you were coming tonight. And Ten told me to go for it, and I thought I would just talk to you, tell you how I felt…”

He looked between the two of you, “But now I see I’m not the only one.”

Ten didn’t deny it.

Instead, he stepped closer to you too. You were caught between them now, your back almost pressed to the dresser, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “Why are you both telling me this now?” you whispered. “Why wait until it’s too late?”

“Because it took seeing you here—seeing you want to leave, seeing you unhappy—to realize I never want you to feel that way again,” Ten said.

Haechan nodded. “And because losing you tonight would’ve been worse than any awkward truth.” Ten reached for your hand. Haechan mirrored him, his fingers brushing against your other. You looked down—your hands in both of theirs—like some fragile center of gravity they couldn’t help but orbit.

“We’re both idiots,” Ten said softly, “But we both mean it.”

“You don’t have to choose right now,” Haechan added. “But just… let us show you what it could feel like. To be wanted. Completely.” You weren’t supposed to be the center of this. Not like this. Not between them. The room is thick with tension—low music thumping from the speakers in the next room, the glow of amber light from the hallway dancing over their faces. Haechan leans away from you slightly, waiting for your permission to let this happen, watching you like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your breath. Ten stays sitting next to your standing figure on the bed, letting go of your hand, staying close but not quite touching. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you again but isn’t sure if that would be pushing it. The two let the unsaid proposition hang in the air, and you take the moment to let yourself breathe - something you’ve been neglecting to do in the charged air that electrified your heart. Would you do this? There’s no going back after this, you realize. Everything is going to change -or has it already? Do you welcome the change, too? You stand in complete silence, debating back and forth in your head, until Haechan finally becomes restless.

“You’ve been quiet,” He says, his voice is low—gravelly, teasing, just shy of a command. “I don’t think I like it.”

You shoot him a look, half-nervous and half-daring. “Not everything’s about you, Haechan.”

He smirks, using the hand he still has tightly gripped around yours, to pull you towards him, you body crashing into his chest, “But you are.”

Ten clears his throat. “Don’t pressure her.”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, eyes still locked on yours. “She knows what she wants. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips at the name, your pulse skimming faster beneath your skin. Ten’s hand finds yours gently, grounding you, and you look down at the contrast—his touch soft, reverent. “We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin. “I just want you to feel safe. Wanted.”

You do feel wanted. That’s the problem.

Haechan keeps you in front of him then, crowding into your space, hands resting on your lower back. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly quiet—earnest in a way that surprises you. “But if you let me in, I’ll ruin you. Nicely.”

Your heart is hammering now, throat dry. Between the way Tens looks up at you like you’re fragile glass, and the way Haechan looks at you like he wants to set you on fire—you’re split down the middle. However, before you can think about it your hand moves on instinct—curling into Haechan’s shirt, dragging him even closer if it’s possible. “Then ruin me.”

You feel the shift instantly—his mouth pressing to your neck, warmth flooding your skin. Ten watches, eyes dark but still gentle, and he leans in, bringing your hand to hover in front of his mouth, brushing his lips across your skin, a soft sigh escaping him. He lets Haechan take the lead, his own hand tracing the line of your spine, delicate.

It’s overwhelming in the best way—two kinds of love crashing into you. One sharp, the other soft. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the feeling of their touch burning your skin. It’s Haechan’s voice in your ear, his grip tight and protective, his words promising more than you can handle but exactly what you crave, that send you over the edge; And that’s how you know—when it comes to the chaos of need and the calm of desire…You’ll always choose the fire. You nod your head, a silent consent that both boys pick up on. From then on, you can feel the thick air shift. Haechan smirks, as Ten lets go of your hand and walks around your bodies - closing the door and locking it while simultaneously shrouding the room in darkness.

Haechan and Ten - who had moved around your bodies once more and now stood behind you - moved their eyes to lock onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the electricity in the room, the unspoken battle for your attention playing out in their heated glances. Haechan - with his dark, piercing eyes - was the first to make his move. He wrapped you in his arms, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "You know what I want, don't you?" he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, and you couldn't help but lean into it. "I want to taste every inch of you, to hear you scream my name as I take you like the whore you are."

Ten, noticing the effect Haechan was having on you, stepped forward as well. Secretly, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Haechan had slept with you many times before - the thought causing Ten’s eye to twitch. He knew he needed to stay back and study, he wanted to be perfect for you. His voice was softer, more gentle, but no less intense. "But what if you want something different?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "What if you want to take your time, to explore every sensation, every touch?"

You looked from one to the other, your breath hitching as you felt the pull of their opposing desires. Haechan’s dominance was intoxicating, his rough edges promising a wild, passionate encounter. Ten’s softness, however, was equally alluring, his gentleness promising a slower, more intimate connection. You debated the two of them once more in your head, not fully letting yourself succumb to desire. Haechan leaned in, finally distracting you as his lips brushed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss that had you leaning into him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. You could feel Ten’s gaze on you, but it was Haechan’s touch that set your body on fire. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "You feel that, don't you?" he growled. "The way your body responds to me. You want this, want me to take you, to make you mine."

You barely managed to turn your head to look at Ten, his eyes filled with a soft, gentle desire. Haechan, ever the jealous man, slid his hand up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair; the movement forcing you to turn back to him. His touch was possessive, dominating, and it sent a wave of heat through your body. "I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. And as Haechan’s lips crashed down on yours once more, you knew that, for now, it was his dominance that you craved.

Haechan’s grip tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He trailed hot, demanding kisses down your throat, his other hand roaming over your body, claiming every curve. You could feel Ten’s touch and presence, his soft touches contrasting with Haechan’s rough dominance, but it was Chan's intensity that had you wrapped around his finger.

"I want to hear you scream," Haechan murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "I want to feel you fall apart under me."

Ten’s hand slid up your arm, his touch light and soothing. You moaned, the dual sensations of their touches driving you wild. Haechan spun you around, his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the wall. His body pinned you, his hardness grinding against you as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Ten stepped closer, his hands joining Haechan’s on your hips. Instead of competing, he seemed to be supporting Haechan, his touch light and gentle, contrasting with Haechan’s rough grip. You could feel the battle for your attention raging between them, but it only served to heighten your arousal.

Haechan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and demanding, his lips crashing down on yours as he hiked up your skirt, his fingers hooking into your underwear. With a rough tug, he ripped them off, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Ten’s hands slid up your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let him take you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let him give you what you need. But remember, I'm here. I'll always be here, ready to give you what he can't."

Haechan’s fingers found your center, his touch rough and demanding. He growled against your lips, "So wet," he murmured. "You love this, don't you? You love being taken, being claimed." You moaned, your body arching into his touch. Haechan’s fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension and edge between the three of you helping you along as your body tensed while Haechan’s touch relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Ten’s hands joined Haechan’s, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan bring you to the brink by sliding his palms under your shirt, rubbing your stomach and squeezing in all the right places. "Let go," Ten whispered, his voice a soft melody against Haechan’s rough growls, “show Haechan how good you can be for him." And with a final push of his fingers plunging into you, Haechan sent you crashing over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Haechan’s lips captured any sounds that escaped you briefly before breaking apart from you to watch your face try and relax again. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself being moved and sandwiched between the two men, their bodies pressed against yours. Haechan’s dominance had won out, his rough, demanding touch claiming you in a way that Ten couldn't. But as Ten’s soft, gentle touch contrasted with Haechan’s roughness, you knew that this was far from over.

Haechan, his breath ragged, pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. Ten, standing behind you, pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to Haechan's roughness, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

“You okay?" Ten murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Haechan, noticing the exchange, smirked, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice a low purr. He pushed your shirt up, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin. Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra before deftly unhooking it. Haechan's hands moved fast and quickly replaced Ten's, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. Behind you, Ten's hands slid down to your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. His fingers found your ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass.

Haechan couldn’t let his eyes leave yours, your intoxicating glow leaving the man lightheaded as he dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh. You could feel Ten's gaze on the sight, his breath hitching softy in your ear as Haechan's tongue found your center, the startling act forcing a moan past your lips as you dropped your head to lay across Tens shoulder. Haechan's touch was rough, demanding, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. Your hand immediately found solace in Haechan’s hair, gripping it curtly without concern for the boys scalp. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your nails digging into his head, the vibrations forcing your eyes closed and another moan to escape past your lips.

Ten, feeling neglected, let his hands gripped your hips, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass. His breath was hot on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "Let him take you. Let him give you what you need." His words sent shivers down your spine, your body arching into Haechan's touch as your orgasm built once more.

Haechan's fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue plunged in and out of you. You could feel him pick up the pace, wanting you to finish faster for him - most likely in greed so he could start to work on pleasuring himself.

With a final, rough stroke of his tongue. Haechan sent you crashing over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Ten quickly turned your head around as best he could, moving you so his lips could capture your seductive scream; his kiss swallowing your moans as he brought you down from your high.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you found yourself being moved onto the bed. You didn’t question anything, your mind turned to mush from the stimulation. Ten, standing beside the bed, watched as Haechan pressed his body over yours and let his hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Haechan broke the kiss he had initiated with you: his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke. "I want to feel you come undone around me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I take you."

Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan position you on the bed. Haechan's body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his voice a low whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to take you."

You looked up at him, your body aching with need as you barely managed to sit up slightly and gaze into his eyes. "I want this," you whispered. "I want you to take me." To emphasize your point, you moved your hands to unbuckle Haechan’s pants, pushing them as well as his boxers as far down as your weak, lack of strength body could let you.

Haechan's lips crashed down on yours as he made quick work of finishing the job for you, shimmering the pants down to his ankles and leaning back down against you. He got himself lined up with your entrance, looking into your eyes once more for confirmation that you wanted this. You took in the scene around you for a moment, your heart feeling full as you smiled in excitement and opened your legs up more for Haechan to slot himself against you. He looked down, finally sliding his member into you just barely - letting you have a moment to adjust to the size you hadn’t felt in weeks. You moaned, feeling your cunt swallow him as Haechan finally lost patience and

thrust into you fully, his body filling yours completely. You gasped, your body arching into his as he began to move. Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. His body pressed against yours, his erection grinding against the back of your shoulder as he moved his knees under your upper body, supporting you so you could watch Haechan lose himself inside you.

Haechan's thrusts were quick and relentless, his body taking yours with what felt like a primal need. Ten's touch, however, was soft and gentle, his hands and lips exploring your body as he watched in helplessness and jealously while Haechan brought you to the brink for the third time now.

Haechan used one hand to hold your waist tightly - surely leaving a bruise for tomorrow - and another to hold your hand tightly, the both of you staring into each others eyes intimately as you watched his mouth move in a low tone. “Cmon y/n,” he strained, “fuck I know this feels good, huh?” You couldn’t answer, which you knew Haechan wouldn’t like. He ripped his hand away from yours and slapped a harsh blow against your left tit, the pain causing you to let a choked cry escape. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you saw your vision starting to go in and out as Haechan continued to abuse your hole and breasts. “I asked you a fucking question, princess!”

You knew it would only get worse if you refused to answer, so you managed a hoarse and broken, “yes, god,” you eyes kept rolling to the back of your head as Haechan’s pounding refused to relent, “it feels so fucking good! Keep going Haechan, p-please,” you moaned. At your begging, Haechan couldn’t hold back anymore, his body shuddering as he came undone inside you. The feeling of him filling you raw, refusing to relent as he held you closer, was the final push you needed to bring you over the edge for the third time that night.

As you both came down from your highs, Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he pulled you into his arms. Haechan, his body still pressed against yours, looked up at Ten, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr. Ten's eyes darkened, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. The two helped you to turn around and lay you across Ten’s body, the ladder laying you both down. Ten's let your body cover his, letting you catch your breath and adjust to your surroundings again. He rocked the two of you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while Haechan grabbed a towel off the floor and helped clean you. Finally, after about 5 minutes, Ten whispered, “think you can help me feel good, angel?” into your ear. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his erratic heart beat and briefly acknowledging that this was your best friend that currently had you wrapped in his arms. Your checks grew red, and you nodded your head, pushing to release yourself from his hold. You scooted down his body, stopping at his pants zipper and undoing them to help him get them off his legs. After successfully getting them down his legs, you couldn’t stop your staring as you took in your best friends size. You sighed, silently intimidated but too much in the moment to dwell on your nervousness.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," Ten murmured as he propped himself up to watch you, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you take me deep, to feel your lips and tongue work their magic."

Haechan, lying beside you, smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "Do it," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take him in your mouth. Make him feel as good as he makes you feel."

You looked up at Ten, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to be gentle and his primal need to take what he wanted. You reached up, your hand wrapping around his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. Ten moaned, his body shuddering at your touch.

"You like that?" you whispered, your voice a soft purr. Ten nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his body tensing as you took him into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. Haechan's hand slid up your back, his touch possessive and demanding as he helped you position yourself between Ten's legs. You took him deeper, your mouth and throat working in harmony to take him as deep as you could. Ten's hands fisted in your hair, his body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking good." You hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Ten's spine. He moaned, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. His hips began to move, his body thrusting into your mouth as he chased his release.

Haechan's hand slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watched you take Ten deeper and deeper. "That's it," he growled, his voice a low purr. "Take him deep. Make him come undone."

Ten's moans filled the room, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use. With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, your mouth and throat working to take every last drop.

As Ten came down from his high, he pulled you up to lay next to him, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you deeply. As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the three of you found yourselves lying entwined on the bed, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of what had just transpired. Ten's arm was draped over your waist, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. Haechan lay on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady.

No one spoke. The words seemed to catch in your throats, a mix of excitement, nerves, and a shared understanding that this was a moment to savor without the need for explanation. Tomorrow would bring conversations and decisions, but for now, you all just wanted to be in this moment, to feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of shared intimacy. Ten's lips brushed against your neck, a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down your spine. Haechan's hand slid up to rest on your chest, his thumb gently circling your waist. You could feel the rhythm of their hearts, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moon that peaked through the blinds casting long shadows across the walls. The faint sound of the party downstairs seemed distant, as if it belonged to another world. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, it was just the three of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and unspoken promises. You turned your head to look at Ten, his eyes soft and reflective. He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their delicate dance on your skin. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the smooth unevenness against your palm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. Haechan stirred, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer. His breath was warm on your skin, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, and it brought a sense of peace that you hadn't expected.

The silence was comforting, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you all night. For now, you were content to just be; to feel the warmth of their bodies, to listen to the soft sounds of their breathing, and to let the reality of what had happened sink in. Slowly, the tension in your muscles began to ease, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. Ten's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing deeper and more even. Haechan's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the two of them, their faces peaceful in the soft light. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them, and let your own eyes close. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the gentle rhythm of their breaths.

As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever tomorrow brought, whatever decisions needed to be made, you knew that for now, you were exactly where you were meant to be. Cuddled between Ten and Haechan, surrounded by their warmth and the promise of what could be. And with that thought, you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace, ready to face whatever the morning might bring.

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