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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.

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !

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xotaemintol · 5 months ago

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

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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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vanesycho · 3 months ago

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don't you think Ten and his friend "who ten has a crush on" practicing dancing together but turn into something else due to the overwhelming skinchip is kinda interesting?

Yeah I'm just in my FEELS right now 💀

thank you so much for your request🤍😣 I can't help myself when it comes to Ten, this man is so...UGGHHG

Warning:Smut,p in v

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"You're still doing it wrong." Ten laughed when you shouted in exasperation, you laid down on the floor and took deep breaths as you looked up at the ceiling.Ten bowed and stepped into your line of sight. “Again?” You sat up, looking at Ten's outstretched hand, you took it and let him lift you up. But you tripped when he pulled you too close, and when you went too hard on Ten, he held you tightly by the waist. “Oh, are you okay, I’m sorry.” When he lightly squeezed his hand on your waist, you held your breath for a moment and pulled back immediately. "I'm good thank you."

There was one part of the dance where you were constantly getting stuck and after almost 15 minutes you still weren’t making any progress. “Let’s rest for a bit, okay? We still have time.” Ten went to a corner and sat down but you didn’t want to give up. When he saw that you were still trying, he grinned before drinking the water. “You’re ambitious, huh?” He watched how your body curves moved, looked at your footwork, and got a better look at where you were going wrong. After watching you for a while, he came to you, you were just sitting there, he leaned over to you. "If you let me?"

You nodded, he made you repeat the dance move where you lay on the ground, he grabbed your legs and came over you. He looked at you lying on the ground, thinking for a moment how beautiful you were under him. You sensed a slight smile on his face. “You’re not flexible enough, you’re stiffening yourself.” Your bodies got even closer when he grabbed your legs and pulled you, his knee caressing between your legs through your clothes not helping at all. "Relax, hm? Want me to help you?" His whispered tone made your body tremble for a moment, you didn't care about dancing or anything else at the moment. “How do you plan to help?” He pulled back, you looked at him with disappointment. “You should do a few more exercises, I’m sure it’ll be better.”

You took a deep breath, walked over to him and tried to replicate his moves, he chuckled when he realized how reluctant you were. "What's with that expression on your face? Was there something else on your mind?" You sat on your knees and clasped your hands behind your back like him, lifted your head and stretched your body. "I don't know what you're talking about." your eyes were closed, but opened when you felt a figure in front of you while. Ten was leaning forward and looking at you with a slight smile. He held your chin that was already up and caressed your cheek. "You're doing well, stay that way for a little longer and we'll move on to the next move."

His fingers moved towards your exposed neck, wandering vaguely along, leaning in even more and starting to plant small kisses. "Ten-" You spoke, with difficulty. You were about to bring your hands to his chest to stop, which were clasped behind your back, but he grabbed your wrists with one hand and stopped you. "Go ahead, you still have 1 minute." The breath he breathed into your neck as he spoke made you swallow with difficulty. He grinned at your reaction, burying his head into your neck, you felt his nose and occasionally his lips. It could be the slowest one minute. Just as his hand was about to go inside your shirt, he pulled his hand back when the alarm signaled that time was running out. He stood up. “Good? One last move left.”

He was practically mocking you and you were letting it happen, the places he kissed still felt warm, you swallowed hard and looked at Ten who was sitting across from you. “What’s the last move?” he grinned and came closer to you, making you lie down slowly on the floor, he got in between your legs, and grabbed one of your legs and lifted you up, leaning slightly towards you "Fuck- wait-" He silenced you with a tiny shh sound and whispered into your face. "Legs play an important role in dancing Y/n, but they are not flexible enough, it will hurt a little but trust me." You didn't know whether to think about the pain between your legs or your dick touching between your legs. Both of them were literally causing you pain, he pulled back when you threw your head back and groaned in pain,you let out a deep breath. “God! That really hurt."

Ten shook his head, you felt his gaze, he examined you from head to toe. "Take off the bottom." You laughed with confuse, tilting your head slightly to the side. “What?” When you noticed his serious face, you wet your dry lips, his eyes immediately went to your lips, he leaned in and placed a small kiss. Then another kiss, then another, then he sucked on your lower lip for a long time, putting his weight on you and making you lie down on the floor again. He back up for a while. "You have to make this move Y/n, one way or another." You felt his warm lips on your neck again. "This time the only thing you'll get is pleasure. Now take it off and let's stretch that beautiful body of yours."

He took off everything that was underneath, taking off your shirt as well, and then he pulled back and grinned for a moment. You felt embarrassed under his gaze. “Oh, you’re more perfect than I imagined.” He leaned over, licked one of your nipples, then sucked on it for a long time. "Let's see if your pretty pussy feels as good as I thought." You watched him take off his clothes, checking out the tattoos on his body, he definitely had a great body, not too muscular, this image made you want him even more. He separated your legs and came closer to you, grabbed one of your legs and lifted up like before.You held your breath as the pain from earlier slowly came, then you felt his cock caressing the entrance to your pussy. "I-It hurts." You let out a moan as he gently pushed the tip inside you. “I’ll make sure you don’t focus on the pain in your leg, baby.” He pushed it all the way inside you and your loud moans echoed in the empty practice room, made him chuckling.

The way he moved slowly inside you was driving you crazy, the inside of your pussy tightly wrapping around him, one of your legs in the air bringing your bodies closer. Ten's eyes rolled back from the pleasure and he took quick breaths. "If I had known you had such a tight and warm pussy, I would have fucked you sooner- oh fuck.." His movements started to get rougher, the wetness and the sound of your bodies meeting surrounded the four walls. You whimpered, you had already forgotten about the pain in your leg, or maybe it didn't hurt anymore because you were used to this position. "Ten..You're so good, fuck but please faster.." The wave of pleasure that came as he sped up his hip movements made you close your eyes, you heard him laugh. "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Maybe we should do this exercise before every dance from now on?"

Just thinking about it could make you cum faster, Ten was really talented at dancing, his legs and arms were strong, the way he moved his hips so skillfully, you knew where these would come in handy now. He started to place wet kisses on the inside of your raised leg, biting and sucking occasionally, never breaking eye contact with you while doing so. His cock moving inside you made you moan for a while, one more thrust and you whimpered his name "I'm gonna cum..Don't stop, please." He placed one hand on the ground, the other still on your leg, his movements becoming erratic and rougher. His entire cock went in and out of you repeatedly, your wetness surrounding his cock, some of it dripping down to your pussy. Ten closed his eyes as he felt his closeness, whimpering quietly, breathing irregularly most of the time. "You feel so good baby.. Yeah? fuck- im so fucking close." You let out a tearful moan, finally, your cum dripped down your pussy, Ten pulled back and held his cock with his hand, making a few more movements and cummed on your stomach. You tried to catch your breath, Ten laid down next to you and looked up at the ceiling, you turned to him, you smiled at each other when he looked at you the same way "Does your leg hurt? I was afraid I might have gone a little too far." Actually the pain wasn't as much as before, as Ten said, you had already forgotten it with pleasure. "No, I'm fine." he lifted his head and kissed your lips. You chuckled to yourself as you stared at each other for a moment. Ten frowned slightly. “But maybe my other leg need some stretching too.”

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vixlentnabi · 5 months ago

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Wayv links !!

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Mdni and mostly idol wayv

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Whenever idol!yangyangs had a long day at work, or practice has him worked up, he tends to enjoy your company and you enjoy his rings <3

Kuns little punishment after you openly complimented one of his friends , even if it's lighthearted he wants you to be his...and only his

Your one to stay nice to all of the idols, given you are a professional makeup artist for them. But this time you display a special interest in ten, his cute smile and pretty eyes, little did you know he fucks like a bitch in heat.

Xiaojun loves to have you with him, close to him to be exact, tugging on your lips when you try to pull away, tightening his grip around your waist, or just in general holding you.

Winwin and Hendry can't help but notice your cute little frame in the proud of waterbomb, your sleek black dress certainly didn't help.

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years ago

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Happy Valentine's!! 😘

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lovetaroandtaemin · 4 months ago

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WayV: Dom or Sub and their Top Kinks

Thank you so much for all the love on the 127 and Dream versions! If you haven't read them and would like to, you can find them here and here. As promised, here's WayV!

MINORS DNI!

Warnings: Smut!!! (Dom/sub themes, daddy kink, breeding kink, biting, lingerie, degradation, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, voice kink, overstimulation, mommy kink, begging, spanking, choking, praise kink)

If I missed any warnings let me know!

List is under the cut.

Kun

Soft dom usually, but if you push his buttons he gets really mean really fast

Preferred title is definitely “daddy”

Probably a slight breeding kink

Also likes biting because he just loves claiming you as his

Definitely has a thing for lingerie, he loves seeing his baby girl get dressed up for him

Ten

Switch

Favorite title as a dom is “master,” favorite names as a sub are “angel” and “slut”

Loves loves loves making you cry

LOVES teasing you just to watch you get desperate for him, but handles it really poorly when you return the favor

I also just KNOW that he’d be into biting, and especially loves it when you leave marks on his skin

Winwin

Incredibly sweet dom but has occasional sadistic tendencies

I feel like his preferred title would be “sir,” but I could also see him not having a preference

Go-to punishment is making you watch him get off because not only is he the biggest exhibitionist but he also loves watching you suffer (though most of the time he won’t admit it)

I feel like he would get really turned on hearing you moan too

I don’t really know if this counts but he absolutely loves watching your tits bounce when he fucks you

Xiaojun

Sub-leaning switch

Preferred title when he’s in the mood to dom is “daddy;” preferred pet names as a sub are “angel,” “sweetheart,” and “pretty boy”

Definitelly likes overstimulating you until you cry, and likes it when you do the same to him

Literally begs to call you mommy if he’s deep enough in sub space

Begging in general is an instant turn-on

Hendery

Sub-leaning switch

Preferred title as a dom is “Sir,”, preferred pet names as a sub are “sweetheart” and “slut”

I just know in my soul that he loves to bite you, and loves it even more when you bite him

Loves it when you spank him and will act out on purpose just for the punishment

Hit him with the choking and degradation combo and he might cum on the spot

Yangyang

Switch. Bratty as a sub, playful as a dom

Preferred title as a dom is “boss,” doesn’t really have preferred pet names as a sub

Loves loves loves showing off for you either way

Both a praise and degradation kink which pops out in really fun ways

Likes choking you, LOVES when you choke him

What do you think? Feedback is greatly appreciated! Are there any other groups that you'd like to see lists like this for?

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honeyydrunk · 7 months ago

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the nct fuckboy/fratboy agenda has me weakkkk omg give us more whenever u have the time ur so good!!!

ofc thank u !! they have me going delusional feral crazy barking and meowing !! let me do it for you let me write it out ANY MORE REQUESTS LEMME KNOW !!

part 1 link NCT COLLEGE FUCKBOYS PART 2 ten jeno jungwoo hendery yangyang renjun xiaojun winwin

ten lee chittaphon leechaiyapornkul is a whore. absolute whore. he's raising those neos into SLUTS. his reputation precedes him bc he is so pretty, so flexible, so ughhhhhhhhhhh !!!! like you see him for the first time and you know why people say he's got a body count bigger than his age. everyone wants to fuck himmm. he's so pretty, and even even prettier fucked out. messy hair and everything.

he's always flirting with someone new in the hallway when you see him. and like taeyong, his sex tapes get sent AROUND. people come up to him at school randomly and beg for 1 night w him. he's slept w all the neos at one point im sure about that.

you knew about how much of a SLUT bro was. but once you saw one of his sex tapes w johnny, you found yourself showed up outside of his class and begged for him. he responded that you should dm him w your application and he might get back to you about it. lee jeno 💪 bro is ur average athlete player fuckboy. THE cliche. smokes behind the benches, rich family, somehow top of the class. the one that everyone swears they won't fall for but they all want. you see a new girl on his arm each week and it hurts. but you've already fallen, it's just a matter of time. he'll start wearing you down and he didn't even know he did it. but you did. pulling the triangle technique when you lock eyes, catching you when you fall. and eventually he'll be right behind you when you shamefully admit to your friend that you want him. when he fucks you gone in his car? you know you need to get him to stay with you. you couldn't live without this. like you need his dick to even function. you've given up your life for him, just so that when he asks you're available to suck his dick.

JUNGWOO,,,, oh my god. he's so crazy. y'all remember the 2 baddies fuckboy jungwoo era. imagine that, but that's his default setting. man's still sugaring candy, but it's ur candy this time. he's sucking ur pussy if u didn't understand what doja said. he's the quiet slut. the whole school doesn't talk about him like they do mark, ten, taeyong and jeno. but when you see him? you're done for. batshit crazy delusional. his whole demeanour and personality is straight flirting, pulling his shirt up at every opportunity. the way he walks around the school with his sweet perfume trailing, he gets people going feral over him. people will just walk up and beg for him to fuck him, and ofc jungwoo obliges if they're hot enough.

he's so sweet when you taste him, like his cum is sweeter than sugar. his perfume too. everything about him is like a candy drug. a pretty moan when you suck him dry. he's so pretty and sweet that makes you cum too. genuinely, you start following him around school just so you can smell him. you don't even care it's creepy.

H E N D E R Y is the epitome of "so weird you forget he's hot." he's actually extremely popular. genuinely friends with everyone. people are a little hesitant because they know he's part of the neo slut gang, and they see him acting a little unusual special crazy. but they actually have a conversation with him and suddenly they realise, bro this guy is amazing. and jus like that he's friends with everyone.

but then, uh well here comes a strange phenomenon. you've only seen him being silly, a little whimsical even. but when you see him zoned out, or concentrating for once? ..... "oh". because you finally realise how beautiful he is. an actual prince. it's not exaggerated to say he's taken your breath away. you're in love. imagine how much it hurts to go to a party and realise that you're not the only one in the room that is. so many people had that exact experience as you. learning how beautiful he truly is, falling in love, and begging for him. you see him in the corner, zoned out from the loud music and watch one of the guys you're mutually friends with have that phenomenon right there and then, pulling him away to a cupboard.

the same thing happened 3 times that night. liu yangyang international exchange fuckboy. he doesn't realise he's a fuckboy though. with the whole funny and cute personality going on, he thinks he's just got an amazing ability to pull people. sleeping with a different person or multiple people at a party, to seeing someone new every day and asking for their instagram. bro doesn't even know about the horrendous reputation he's got. "dude people say i'm a slut? nahhh that's crazy."

yangyang is of the opinion he's just a funny chill guy. down for anything, including a little fun fuck times whenever someone asks. and while that's his reasoning, he doesn't quite understand how it looks to everyone else. a rich guy coming back from germany, taiwan, and wherever else for weekend getaway bender and driving to school in a luxury car with a new girl in it almost every day.

when he fucks? it's just like his personality. fun and hyper. bros fucking for a good time and with him it's definitely a good time. spilling cum on the luxury leather seats, tinted windows and a surround sound system. yeah,,,,, you see why he does this so often. it's genuinely so much fun. better make sure you give him a really good time though, so he invites you to his apartment next time.

renjunnie the most smug class president for some, and nct's little plaything to others. it really depends on who you ask. for people in his class, he is the most obnoxious, smug, annoying ahh know it all, with the biggest dick. (a stick up his ass which is obviously jenos). genuinely, every person he's tutored has ended up unfortunately eyeing him instead of the book. how did that end? with him being just as rude and bitchy as he fucks you. measuring how much he pleases you by how much you can answer while fucked out.

but for the ones that know of the dreamies having their way with him can't possibly see him as anything other than a little toy. the way the other six just devour that man is actually quite shocking. lowkey surprised bro can even walk.

xiaojun oh my lord. this man's moans are heavenly. you actually cum when you hear them. (lowkey think some czennie do when he hits those notes). he's part of the nct moaner gets passed around line with renjun, haechan, taeyong, and ten. horrid sex tapes.

he looks so beautiful. standing in front of the school performance during an assembly, halting everyone with his voice. if you could look around, you'd see everyone frozen. haunted by his siren song and face that launched a thousands wars. everyone in that room was looking at him, and only him. in that room, no one was in a relationship. how could they love anyone else except him.

countless marriage proposals, dowrys of billions. everyone in that room would give xiaojun the world in exchange for a sliver of his love. no joke someone has given him a car in exchange for his private instagram account. winwin bros got the cha eunwoo effect. the campus crush. he hangs out with the china line horrid fuckboys , yangyang hendery chenle. but who cares? that actually elevates his status. literally a rose in a garden of slutty ahh thorns. that's not to say he's not a giant fuckboy. he's just quieter about it.

with his quiet excuses, sneak dates an hour away, his subtle ways of affection. he says he doesn't want attention, so you can't publicly date. but that's just so the other girls won't find out. he doesn't even think he's dating you, just seeing where it goes. eventually you'll call it off, "making it easier on your friendship" you say. that's how he goes through so many girls.

taking you to a beautiful garden several hours out of the city, you think it's romantic. he uses a different phone to text with you, 'so the guys don't go through my regular one and tease you'.

enjoying the sunlight he's slowly fingering you so you're focused on his love, and not seeing what's right in front of you

tags: @stanskzorillkickyou you asked for yangyang bbg !!

prev: haechan, mark, johnny, yuta, jaemin, kun, chenle, jisung next: jaehyun doyoung, perhaps lucas sungchan shotaro

#nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct smut #ten smut #ten lee smut #lee jeno smut #jeno smut #jungwoo smut #hendery smut #yangyang smut #xiaojun smut #winwin smut

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multifanhoe99 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 27- Body Mods

Pairings: Tattoo artist!Ten x Fem!Reader x Tattoo artist!Taeyong

Warnings: Unsanitary workspace (kinda they do clean in between it's just not specified), nicknames (Our girl, baby, darling), oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

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You loved Ten and Taeyong. They were your best friends and you loved being their canvas. Having friends who were tattoo artists was the best. You always got their best work when they were feeling creative and just wanted to do some ink. Today was one of those days but, today was a little different.

"Are you ready for us to start," Taeyong said.

You lay on the table with no shirt and no bra, "Yep," you said.

"Alright," Ten said. You were getting an underbust tattoo and you weren't nervous about it but, you were nervous about being so exposed in front of them. As Ten began to prep the area, you couldn't help but feel your body shiver under his touch. His fingers were rough and calloused from years of tattooing, but they felt gentle as they traced the outline of your tattoo. Taeyong stood next to him, his eyes locked on your exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful," Taeyong whispered, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Ten chuckled, "Focus, Taeyong. We have work to do."

You closed your eyes as Ten started the first line of the tattoo. The pain seared through your skin, but you were used to it. You had gotten tattoos from them before, and you trusted them completely.

As Ten worked on his side, Taeyong leaned in closer, his breath warm on your neck. "You know, we could make this a little more fun," he murmured.

You opened your eyes to see him smirking down at you. "What do you mean?" you asked.

Taeyong's eyes glinted mischievously, "I mean, we could make this tattoo session a little more... intimate."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from your ear, "I know you've always had a thing for us, and we've always had a thing for you."

Your heart raced as you felt their eyes on you, their hands now tracing patterns on your skin. You had always been attracted to both of them, but you never thought they felt the same way. Now, as their hands roamed over your body, you realized that they did. Ten's lips found yours, his kiss deep and urgent. You felt Taeyong's hands slide down your body, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pants.

"We want you," Ten whispered against your lips, "Do you want us?"

You could only nod, your body already on fire from their touch. Taeyong pulled your pants and panties down, exposing you to his eyes.

He looked between you and Ten, a smirk on his face, "Ready?"

You nodded, and in an instant, you felt Taeyong's tongue find your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth. Ten's lips found yours again, his tongue tangling with yours as his own hands traced patterns on your sensitive skin.

Taeyong began to lick you, his tongue running circles around your clit. His hands slid between your legs, spreading them apart as he moved closer. The sensation was overwhelming and you moaned loudly into Ten's mouth.

"Shh," Ten said, his lips finding yours again, "We don't want anyone to hear us."

"I don't care," you moaned, pulling Ten's head back to you.

"Neither do I," Taeyong said, his tongue running down your slit, "I want the whole world to see what I'm doing to you."

Ten kissed you as the pleasure intensified between your legs. Taeyong's tongue danced circles around your clit, his hands pulling your ass closer to his face. You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure build up inside of you. Suddenly, Ten pushed you off of him, his eyes hungry with lust. "I want to see you ride Taeyong's face. I want to see how wet you are for him."

You nodded, intoxicated by the sight of him. You crawled off the table, stumbling towards Taeyong. He pulled his shirt off as you approached him, his cock already hardening at the sight of you. You straddled his face, feeling his tongue run up your slit again.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned as he licked you. His hands pulled your body down towards him, his tongue still lapping at your clit. Ten watched you, his eyes hungry with lust.

"I want to watch her fuck you," Taeyong said. You moaned as Taeyong's tongue went back to licking you up and down, teasing your clit. You felt his fingers slide into you, pressing against your G-spot. Your moans grew louder as you felt him slide his fingers in and out of you. You looked over at Ten as he unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of his pants, his cock straining against his underwear.

"Come here," he said, stepping close to you.

You reached down and pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free. You slid off of Taeyong's face but, before he could protest, Ten was lifting you up. He sat you on the table and pulled you towards him, his cock finding your entrance. He slid his cock inside of you, and you moaned loudly.

"Oh, god," you moaned. Taeyong smirked at you as he stood up, his own cock standing at attention.

"You look so good," he said. He stroked his cock as he watched you ride Ten. "I want to fuck you next."

Ten began a steady pace. Taeyong moved in front of you. You felt his cock slide into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, your whole body tingling with pleasure. Ten held your hips in place as you rode him, your moans growing louder as Taeyong's cock slid in and out of your mouth.

"Oh, god, Ten," you moaned as he fucked you harder. You could feel yourself getting closer to climaxing, as you sucked harder on Taeyong's cock.

"This is so hot," he moaned. "I can't wait to feel you cum on my cock."

You moaned louder as you felt your release build up inside of you. Taeyong's hands found your breasts, his fingers pulling on your nipples as Ten's cock slid in and out of you.

"Oh, fuck," Ten moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Fuck me," you moaned. "Cum inside of me."

Ten's moans grew louder as he pulled you towards him, his cock sliding out of you. You felt him cum on your stomach, and you could feel your own orgasm building up inside of you.

"Fuck," you groaned as your orgasm crashed through you. Taeyong grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, his cock filling you as you rode out your orgasm. He began to thrust into you faster and faster, your body shivering with pleasure as you rode it out.

"I love filling you up," Taeyong moaned. "I love watching your face as I fuck you."

You moaned in response, your mind too far gone to reply. You felt his cock slide in and out of you faster and faster. "Oh, god," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me," you moaned. You could feel your body begin to tense up again. Your moans grew louder as you felt your orgasm build up again. You felt Taeyong's cock slide in and out of you faster and faster, and then you felt his fingers slide to your clit. He rubbed small circles around it as he fucked you.

"Oh, god, I'm cumming again," you moaned. You could feel the pleasure build as he rubbed your clit. You felt him thrust into you as you rode your orgasm, his cock filling you as you came.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he moaned, his fingers continuing to work your clit. He thrust into you twice more and then pulled out. You felt him cum on you, his cum mixing with Ten's on your stomach. Your body was still shaking as you lay there on the table, the ecstasy slowly fading from your body. Ten was standing behind you, his hand rubbing your back.

"You guys want a drink?" Taeyong asked his hands on your hips. You nodded, suddenly feeling exhausted from the orgasm. Ten helped clean you and the table up while Taeyong grabbed you all bottled water from the fridge.

"C'mon," he said after you all had time to get redressed and relaxed.

As he picked you up, you said, "Hey, where are we going?"

Ten carried you back to the table and laid you down.

"We gotta finish your tattoo, baby," he said, kissing you on the forehead. "I didn't think you'd be able to walk."

"I think I can make it," you said.

"I don't think you can," Taeyong said, as he joined Ten in walking towards the table. They laid you down on the table again and soon, you had a beautiful underbust tattoo done by your two favorite boys.

"It looks great, doesn't it?" Ten said, admiring it.

"Yes," you said, a smile on your face. "It does. Thank you guys for the tattoo and well for everything else."

"Anything for our girl," Taeyong said.

You questioned, "Our girl?"

Ten laughed, "I thought we just made it pretty obvious that you are our girl, darling." You smiled, never in a million years did you think you could pull either one of them much less both yet, here you were. One more tattoo and two new boyfriends.

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A/N: Another catch-up! I am almost done! I will be finishing Kinktober on time I promise!

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #k pop smut #x reader #nct smut #nct taeyong #nct ten #taeyong x reader #ten x reader #ten smut #taeyong smut #nct #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #wayv

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joocomics · 7 days ago

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ಬ be quiet (or not)

pairing: non-idol!ten x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 953

contains: university au, sub!reader, usage of toys (vibrator), exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, light humiliation kink

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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.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

#— writing: wayv #for all of you out there that are gonna be struggling with finals soon (if not already) you got this <3 #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #ten hard thoughts #ten x reader #nct x reader #wayv x reader #ten smut #nct hard thoughts

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hencheri · 3 months ago

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stalker/perv ten but reader finds him a cutie patootie instead of getting scared 🤓

18+. mdni.

warning: stalking, dubcon.

a.n.: at first i wasn't sure where to go with this.. but i really like it!? hope you do, too <3

he always has a black hoodie over his head, hands in pockets and gaze low on the pavement. he follows you each night to your apartment. without a doubt, he's behind you, silently walking at a steady step.

you don't know who he is since you've never seen his face. you've wondered a few times what he looks like, and even thought about discovering it for yourself, but you never did. never had the balls.

until today.

you don't know why, but you've decided to speed up your steps. maybe to see if he would keep up, and to no surprise, he did.

usually, he never enters your apartment building. he always stops there and watches you from a couple of feet away. but today, just before turning the corner, you do a 180 and face him.

he's taken aback, taking a few steps backwards. his eyes are hidden under his hood, but you can decipher the outline of a big nose, lips sealed in a straight line.

"who are you? what do you want?" you immediately ask, not taking your eyes off of him.

you've been scared of him at the beginning, but as the nights passed, you've overcome the fear. he felt like a part of your routine in a weird way.

this time, he looks like the one scared of you, stepping backwards until his back meets the fence surrounding your apartment building. you move up and you can see under his hood, his eyes avoiding yours.

he doesn't answer so you rapidly reach up and snatch his hoodie off of his head. he can't hide anymore, so he has no other choice than to finally look at you.

sweet brown eyes stare back at you, fluffy bangs brushing his forehead. the mysterious man who obsessively follows you each night is... pretty.

"i'm sorry." he seems so embarrassed, and it endears you. you can't help but feel some pity for him. he's clearly harmless, and it shows even more now that he doesn't dare to do anything.

"answer me. who are you?" you repeat with a stern voice this time.

his cheeks are flushed red, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows down. you notice his hands moving inside the pocket of his hoodie, and with no response from him, you decide to grab his wrist, pulling his phone out.

you steal it from his hand, a small protest coming out of his mouth, but he shuts up immediately when you shoot him a glare.

his phone was already opened as he was on the app camera. the picture at the bottom catches your attention and you click on it without thinking twice.

you discover plenty of videos and photos of yourself taken from afar. the majority are just you walking back home with your outside clothes on, but some of them are extremely perverted.

you see yourself in bikinis from pics you've posted on instagram, others where the focus is on specific parts of your body like your thighs and breasts — most of them taken at school — and the most disturbing pictures; you changing through your bedroom's window.

you raise your eyebrows, astonished to see such a behaviour coming from a cute guy like him. you don't even know him and he has a whole album about you.

you scoff, looking up at him, "so, that's what you want?" you ask.

his eyes widen, still very much flustered. "huh, n-no... i-" he stutters out, shaking his head, unable to align any words that make sense.

"you want to fuck me? is that it?"

he stares at you blankly when hearing your question, a few seconds pass where you wait for him to say something, but you think you guessed just right with the shy nod he gives you after.

he of course doesn't complain when you drag him inside of your apartment, the first thing you do is pulling his pants down and taking his cock in your mouth.

his hands grab your hair, small moans escaping his pretty pink lips, his hair going into his eyes as he watches you sucking him off. you know you might be a little insane for inviting your stalker into your home, but that makes two of you now, right?

he's literally amazed by the scene happening in front of him, fingers pulling on your hair, not wanting you to stop for one second. you're surprised when he takes control, snapping his hips against your face, his balls slapping your chin.

you inevitably choke around him, and he loves it, groaning above you. you try to endure it, but you rapidly have to tap his thigh for him to stop, to give you a breath of air.

but he doesn't and instead ignores you, continuing his assault on your mouth. his grip on your hair is painful and makes your scalp sting, using his hold on you to move your head how he wants.

you're whining around him and it sends delicious vibrations throughout his body, thighs shaking as he's closer and closer to his orgasm.

when he pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips, he furiously tugs on his cock.

"f-fuck, fuck," he curses out before painting your face in his white cum, thick ropes landing on your cheeks.

you look like a mess, the most beautiful he's ever seen you, and he takes out his phone to capture the moment. he wants it forever engraved in his mind.

he never thought you would ever offer him this, but he definitely will seek more now that he knows you're as fucked up as he is.

#nct #wayv #ten lee #ten lee smut #ten lee x reader #ten x reader #ten smut #wayv smut #wayv x reader #wayv fanfic #wayv hard thoughts #wayv hard hours #nct smut #nct x reader #tw stalking #tw dubcon

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sugar-petals · 2 years ago

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𝖘𝖚𝖇!NCT ; { 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 | 18+}

[ # 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜. ] domme/sub. oral sex. kinks. toys. breath play. semi-public sex.

⟨ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ❌ here’s to a 9-part hc, this time it’s the neos! 5k words total — at this point, i might just name my blog oral fixation central instead of pretty boy central. i picked members who i thought would suit the scenario best, from power bottoms to innocent subs: pick your preference from the little ‘feat’ list below ⬇︎ and if you like what i do: interact and/or reblog ♥︎ enjoy! x

[ + PAIRINGS.] crop top!mark, shy!taeyong, poly soft sub!shotaro, hard sub!yuta, experienced!jungwoo, tease!yangyang, trophy bf!xiaojun, service sub!johnny, pro!ten x femdom!reader respectively

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⇢ MARK 마크 - All about the eye contact while hugging your thighs. You’re comfortably reclined, playing with his soft flowy bangs. His shampoo smells so. Fricking. Good. He’s kneeling there, ass up, one hell of a sight. Why have one nice thing when you could have two at once? Mark eating your cake, you can check out his cake — and spank it later — it’s a win-win. Mark is the kind of guy who blurts out a thousand thoughts per minute, but when he eats you out, the laser focus he’s known for when rapping returns to its full glory. As if he could read your wants and wishes out of your gaze. If you want clit kisses, you get them. Still, Mark often confuses himself in typical style („Hold on, hold on! The towel goes here below, wait, I got it wrong!“), but! He is not confused by you. It’s more about figuring out his technique. Was more cautious at the beginning already, however not because he thought you were unapproachable or mysterious. Mark loves you very much and thinks you’re beyond hilarious. Which is why eating you out is constantly interrupted by mutual laughing fits, no surprise there. His tunnel vision can only last for so long! You make your boyfriend cry tears by making funny faces. He’s caught off guard. It’s good to lighten the mood. Being funnier than Mark is hard to pull off, which makes it even more rewarding to make his face glow from heat, thigh squeezing, and grinning. One hand on his cheek if you can reach, the other at the back of his neck. Mark has the softest peach fuzz on his nape, so satisfying to stroke. What starts out hasty or confused turns into comfy relaxation and trust, Mark knows how much it soothes you.

One scenario became his and your definite favorite. Mark got his driving license, parked in front of your home, honked, and had the audacity to sit there behind the steering wheel with a purple crop top on such a fine evening. Horny and intrigued immediately, all you did was stare during your drive to the take-out spot you like so very much. His hair had gotten pretty long, it was so cute. But Mark’s body was just as inviting, you wanted to touch and ravage and wreck him so damn badly. Mark barely made it halfway through the city that you asked him to drive off the main street. Innocent mind he is, your baby assumed you knew a shortcut through the traffic. Mark winds up stopping the car incredulously somewhere close to an empty laundromat store, this area of the city was fast asleep and abandoned. When you whispered you wanted to fuck him, Mark’s jaw simply dropped. A perfect exercise for what was about to— come. Perfectly sat on his face, you were deepthroating a whiny Mark laying on the backseat seven minutes later, sucking him off in a proper rhythm, seamless, with Mark nipping and dipping his way into your heart from behind. Mark was ready to die fulfilled by getting crushed. He came down your throat so fast, you had to wait until you could ride him hard: A perfect opportunity to enjoy some more chaotic rapper tongue action before, and moaning out loud when you came on his face. Since you were only getting started but Mark was dizzy with love, you took matters into your own hands and went for the ride of your lives.

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⇢ TAEYONG 태용 - Insecure and shifty-eyed at first, both hands trembling in the pockets of his grey hoodie. Leader Taeyong mode: Disengage. Listening well is his guideline here, he relies on bits of praise and your instructions („More to the left — yes… feels good“) to know what works. Sub training is the word. Since he’s more of an intuitive lover who prefers not to jump right into it, Taeyong will build the scenario rather carefully with your orders in mind. Morning, noon, or night, doesn’t matter. The time spent gearing up, arranging his room with the right lights and a movie to watch first, the mood at the moment, that’s time well-spent. Impressionable Taeyong is a perfectionist of staging something in every sense of the word. His tendency for theatrics and hot as fuck eyebrow expressions extends to licking you up when his new mixtape plays. Even when he’s fucked-out from the day, he still reserves this energy for his one and only. Getting better and to the point as he progresses is always the bar. The hoodie stays on. The inhibitions come off. Once he gets going and the playlist switches to Baekhyun, Taeyong sucks your clit like it’s your birthday. You reach the point of no return in one minute flat no matter how slow or fast he goes. Your sweet sloppy sub is well aware where the most sensitive nerve endings are and caters to your every throbbing, pulsing, and twitching of the legs. And if you’re insatiable, horny at 7 in the morning again, Taeyong will drop everything he does and climbs back into your bed to play with your wetness at the tips of his fingers, sucking them rigorously like the true cumslut he is. The scent of his crisp aftershave will make you cum in no time, he smells so fucking good and masculine. This handsome man’s all yours.

Recently figured out how mommy cums as soon as he moans her name. So, he has to use it diligently, not too early, not excessively. You help him place his hands on the outer point of your hips, use his bubbling spit as lube, and show your boo how to angle his glorious jaw. Sooner or later, he almost looks like he’s posing in an expensive photoshoot, that’s how physical he is. Subspace is always just around the corner, so you make a habit of reassuring him that he sucks you off right, that you love this way of pleasure, that he’s good at it. Which is no lie. His tongue is flexible and versatile, to say the very least. And his room isn’t the only place where your little encounter goes down. Taeyong once drove you out to see his old school — you both just wanted to revisit the empty building for some memories. Taeyong got nostalgic, plus he loves to show you forgotten aspects of his life that few other people know. The sports facilities in particular. But eventually, you pressed Taeyong against a locker, heavily made out, and within a blink of his pretty doe eyes, his head was between your legs on an old bench. Your dirty talk was off the fucking charts. The pet names you were peppering him with, too. Three minutes after you hit the peak, Taeyong gladly heard the janitor’s keys click in a close-by room, so you just wound up hiding behind some trees of the school’s baseball field. Out of breath, the two of you. Jeez, did he dress you in record time, and jumped up, and showed you the door out. Those reflexes. While you wait for the janitor to leave, a very amused Taeyong shows you pictures of himself when he was enrolled on his phone… as if he didn’t swallow your every drop just minutes earlier. Yeah, he’s fascinating.

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⇢ SHOTARO 쇼타로 - Kissy lips, kissy face. Squeals with absolute joy when you offer him to have a go — don’t underestimate how much he worships your body. And how much he loves sex, long as it’s not too rough. Shotaro doesn’t like hard subbing, gentle femdom sounds more like it. He won’t risk anything… yet. Wait one or two years and he might as well be super freaky. Until then, no experiments, Yuta’s kinky influence has not corrupted him, but he won’t stop to take a breather either. The perfect mix of commitment and flirt, batting his puppy eyes at you constantly with a very careful mouth at work. Shotaro’s friendly impression is not going to be blown away all of a sudden, that’s not even reserved for moaning his soul out when you peg him. The only time the sweet smile wanes is when your baby feels like you’re not into it — before you even voice it to him. Shotaro is concerned concerned. „Wait! Should I do it differently?“ is the panicked response, and you cool him down for a solid minute with head pats. Making mistakes is what he fears most: Looking pathetic, degraded, embarrassed and unskilled. Needless to say, he’s not the type of submissive who likes humiliation, more points to soft subbing. You say, you’re Shotaro. How could you go wrong. You couldn’t look awful if you tried. Although `going with the flow´ is a washed-out phrase that’s far too simple as a motto, a little bit of calm and laissez-faire really works for him. Not interrupting himself, not checking if absolutely everything is done right, but going ahead and just working his tongue to get some feedback later.

Where he clearly excels is a polyamorous dynamic, romantic and/or sexual: Hear me out. Naturally, he needs no experience with it. He fits right into the mix, acting as a mediator and mood-maker between three parties. Three is good, although four or five is too much for Shotaro to handle, even if the pairs kind of split into couple units within one room. Like two here, three there, or something like that. It’s better to focus and galvanize all the attention on you without distractions or further chaos that would just make the situation uncomfortable. So, three it is. Not a gangbang, just a triad, and if it’s two girls he’ll pleasure at once, he’s right at home. Shotaro is so amicable, his winning smile could put anyone at ease. As I said, despite his lack of experience, he’s a natural. One girl gets to relish his gentle fingers circling and rubbing, the other girl will see his mouth do wonders at the same time. Actually, Shotaro is more confident with a third party around, it’s puzzling. Until you remember he’s part of frickin’ NCT: Their collective buzzing hive mind has likely programmed every member to be good at poly should they choose to try it — don’t ask why, just enjoy. Being around so many people made Shotaro a little awkward in a one-on-one setting, which doesn’t diminish his affection for his main partner, mind you. But you can definitely tell he thrives on poly dynamics, it feels like protection to him. Shotaro’s number one prowess of being able to please will come through immediately, and he’ll do anything to set up the room as romantically as possible. Scented candles, warm blankets, music. Everyone feels secure, and it’s a night you’ll ask to repeat soon. He’s the absolute sweetest, I know.

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⇢ YUTA 유타 - Enjoys you spitting on him beforehand. Properly. Degradingly, with no hesitation, anywhere across his face. Wastes no time submitting to your sadistic, tormenting deeds. Any viable spot in your living space will serve as a theatre for a great scene. Even the cold basement: You, facing any wall standing, Yuta chained and squatted between your legs to eat his meal from behind-below, begging to be crushed, suffocated. Rest assured you’ll feel warmed up in just two minutes. Nastiest groans between loud slurping noises ever. Moves his head side to side a whole lot. Other people around? „Don’t care“ — Yuta wants everyone to know he pleasures your clit superbly well. Likes, wants, craves the aid of ultra-fancy battery toys. Where’s the excitement, the literal buzz? He’s not happy if you don’t get one hell of a show, whipped cream included (yes, his secret weapon). And, you know… him wearing a red rope harness, even thin heels, hard to balance on as the extra challenge. Dressed for the occasion. Always knows, observes, notices when you love it and when you don’t, or if you think some technique is just eh, mediocre, maybe „time for an upgrade“. The upgrade is more tongue-flicking, by the way. Mister Quick & Sloppy knows what’s good. Yuta shows up carrying a little vibrator collection 70% of the time, some very handy electrical friends that he’s gonna use one after the other while you can just relax. Why just one toy when you could have even more sensations? Alternating with his energetic tongue, it’s an interesting method mix, freaky and experimental. So much more intense, and new. They didn’t lie when they said Yuta had vibes. The things he’s smuggled through crowded hotel lobbies with a stone-cold face just to get you off. And: The toys he ordered online, where Taeyong picked up the package, so Yuta lied it was just another boring game he bought to pass the time.

Looks at you very intensely with his head between your legs, and you wink back by habit. It actually flusters him profusely. Don’t underestimate Yuta’s ability to become extremely shy, this man has such a soft spot for his domme. Especially after she destroyed him totally… he loves it, going past his limits all the time. A cane is all you need to break him, only to get all the head you want with Yuta crying. Hard and mischievous shell, soft and whimpery core. One of the best pleasers, knows you inside out. Yuta has his intricately detailed knowledge about the ladies down. Plus his power bottom tendencies equal the amounts of sheer masochism he possesses: Mercilessly smack him across the face between streaks of sucking, right after he catches a breath, and he will be yours. Yuta will plead you to do it again and again. Never cared about shallow orgasms, wants to make you cum for real, it’s the same with him wanting to scream. Wishes there was a way for you to choke him out while he’s doing down on you, but your hands would reach him awkwardly, preferring to pull on his hair anyway: So he just clamps down on his own neck with one hand, circling your nipples with his spit-covered fingers using the other hand, that fucking perv. That Yuta is crazy you already know, but that he likes to pile on several sex techniques at once is a revelation. That he has the skills to do it is not. Sex god. Your nasty boy deserves to be ruined.

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⇢ JUNGWOO 정우 - Prince of chapstick, he feels super smooth. The face, the same. So soft. The prettiest. Prettiest boy to ever pretty. Long as it’s a chill environment and it’s mostly vanilla, he’s down for anything, your goofy sweetheart. Don’t laugh, you could even put on a random Sunday soccer match on his laptop. If there’s no intense penalty shootout and it’s a little monotonous, both teams equally strong so nothing really happens, that’s perfect as a relaxing backdrop with all the occasional commentary and fan chants, volume turned down by 80%. It would sound weird with any other guy, but Jungwoo makes it work. It could be any sports event, in fact. Ice hockey, billiards, whatever. Or music. Or him wearing a silky jersey himself while he goes down on you, his sporty side is such a turn-on. But no stress, no edge, just being sweet together and flirting a lot. He’s cute and hot and kind at once — the amount of facial expressions you’ll see is astounding. Likes the occasional deeper dive if you know what I mean, though not as in, ambushing you with crazy tongue twisters and whatnot. Deliberate is the word. Is not content staying all too superficial or messy, it has to be rhythmical and make sense, making you comfortable. You thought he would be chaotic, but Jungwoo knows exactly what to do, how to dip, so you don’t worry. Except that you’re an immensely possessive domme behind a generous exterior — with eagle eyes, for that matter.

Since your lil’ pup acts like he has done it before a couple times, and Jungwoo confirms he has experience, you feel a bit jealous and even go on bantering. „Enjoyed it?“ Yes, even if you wish you weren’t, you’re jelly. Jungwoo reacts with a sheepish and embarrassed face, he doesn’t want to spill the beans. What’s done is done, he protects the privacy of his exes, evades questions. You eventually calm yourself to take it easy, it’s none of your biz, although saying his past is his past doesn’t really work as a catchphrase for you: You have to make it crystal clear, have him close in, make him say „I am“ when you ask „are you mine, then?“ Despite his seductive come-hither gaze being a masterclass and his humor being outrageous, Jungwoo is a surprisingly patient lover, hating to just rush it or be inaccurate with his plush tongue. You can feel his adoration. And he’s upbeat. A reassuring smile makes your day, it helps you rid yourself off the stress. Every word you say is appreciated. He hates when someone walks all over their partner, it just isn’t right to him. Listening is more important. Jungwoo hates you being pent up, hates you worried or preoccupied. At work, he can deal with himself. At home, he will vent quickly when there’s a bigger problem, but he’d rather tune into you first. He’d do anything to make you feel like you got rid of your problems, he’s your escapist fantasy turned real. Jungwoo has no problem being considered just that. In fact, he wants it, knowing you can take it out on him in gentle ways: Hands in his soft blonde hair, swaying your hips, cumming when he kisses you.

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⇢ YANGYANG 양양 - Eating you out as his signature move? Well, well. Yes and no. Because seemingly, he does anything but: At first. It’s 99% endless teasing everywhere else on your body. Until, completely on edge, you guide his shoulders and have him get to work. With permission, of course, knowing he enjoys it. You wouldn’t hurt this cutie at all costs, though he likes his head controlled by you like this to begin with. So don’t worry too much, he isn’t made of cotton candy, even if his hair color sometimes suggests that. Ironically, it’s the other way around. He wants to taste your cotton candy. With your hands around his temples, holding him in place. Which makes for a sexy POV from both of your positions. Yangyang is working hard, why is he still so immensely eager, how much energy does he even have? It’s admirable how he can tease your body for so long with ghosting kisses and suggestive eye contact. Yangyang being the master of stamina might come as a surprise, but you know how it goes with Libra men. Pleasers till the end of time. That’s exactly why he indulges you so much in prep. Edging is his thing, though you tend to take back control by cussing him out for licking your ankles like a maniac. „What are you, a deprived Victorian man? You sexy fucking sucker, you, God damn…“ Insults make him squeal and laugh, and soon he’s back to the main event, anyway.

Now seriously, why does the cutie trail off so much? Which, granted, makes you even hornier. Propped onto your couch, Yangyang is humming and licking your thighs with that seductive, way too infuriating grin. Even munching on them when he’s extra cocky, up until you say you’ll fucking spank his soul out if he keeps on smiling like a devil. You’ll mark him up at full capacity, slap his butt, pinch his nose, swear you’ll tickle him until he taps out. But kinky Yangyang is not stopped by any threat of punishment whatsoever. What are you gonna do, smack his ass and hope he stops nibbling on your legs for good? If anything, he gets even more riled up and ready to stimulate you even more. Shit, your body’s on fire from all the attention it gets. So, good luck with this sheer untamable brat. He kisses your belly, sucks on your chest at random. Your fingers, too. The neck. The entire palette. Even the fucking ears. Yuta would be proud of Yangyang’s utter depravity. Little did you know it’s all a tastemaker. In your world, he’s increasing the suspense. In his world, he’s courting you, paying attention to all body parts, showing off what he can do with his lips. Oral sex? Nope, kissing first! Holy fuck, he’s absolutely fucking peppering you. You thought Yangyang was too intimidated to go down on you and delayed it, turns out you misunderstood. Guy is just the king of foreplay. And out of all head squad members? Surprise! His oral fixation is the most unruly and developed.

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⇢ XIAOJUN 샤오쥔 - Okay, prepare yourselves. Xiaojun is a little extra with those kind of things, to say the least. Not kinky, just particular. In fact, he is the type to use his whole damn face. Yep. Very deliberately, slow-mo, so you can see and feel everything. Yes, chin and all. His entire technique would appear lazy, uncoordinated and weird to an outsider, but from your perspective, he’s just nasty, he’s giving it his all: Which is exactly what you like. Xiaojun knows that you’re obsessed with the beauty of his otherwordly features from outer space, and he’s always generous with it — „I’m yours, that’s why“. So why not give it a shot, his mouth can only do so much! Does Xiaojun look down on anyone who sticks to the basics? Probably not, he’s too busy in his own relationship. Being perfect, being hot, being all you need, he goes the extra mile for everything. And that happens to include cunnilingus. The cheekbones, the nose, the forehead, even… You get to feel it, too, not just the lips doing their thing. He’s brave, he’s naughty, he’s sensual all at once. Wants you all over him, after all. Slathered up in your wetness, is this Xiaojun’s new makeup routine? It sure looks like it. The man is glowing for all the right reasons.

There is a bit of vanity in his style. He’s your designated trophy boyfriend, after all. Gotta look and act the part, doesn’t he. Swipe his hair back while he licks you, put up mirrors for sexy time, doll himself up beforehand with soft and pretty clothes, even a few necklaces. No mediocre. Xiaojun is like Narcissus between your legs, but really, he’s just conscious of how he comes across: And who can blame him. That’s not a boyfriend. That’s a masterpiece. Xiaojun doesn’t need beauty standards, they need him! Few people can handle his awesomeness. Knowing you want his body, his fucking soul, he is all the more eager to satisfy your heated desires with no regard to form: Come as you are. Your PJs, work or uni clothes, naked, near-naked, whatever. He’s the one to look at. Xiaojun puts great emphasis in slow-paced presentation that matches some tender music in the background. It could go on for hours if you wanted. Dejun could do the juiciest and unusual things while a ballad is playing in the background, but you’re into it. Because it’s not torturously done, but well aware that you think he’s stunningly handsome, so he’ll indulge you. Looks good in any position, as one would expect. Enjoys it if you sit on him lots because he likes to be below, this overpowering angle. The same idea applies here: Torturously slow is the key. You’re a strict and controlled domme, that suits him the very best.

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⇢ JOHNNY 쟈니 - Sassy, sassy boy. Talks a lot at the beginning, 100k words friends to lovers. Is this Youtube? Johnny needs to know exactly what you want and how he can achieve it. Fair enough, he wants the juicy intel, all of your boundaries and soft limits, your ideas, your sweet spots, your no-gos and best ways to make you comfortable. And hey, that’s a smart and normal thing to do: He just does it all at once, like an essay. Wow. You can tell he thought about everything and wondered about everything. A caring boyfriend, if you think of it. The whole shebang is kind of cute. Johnny has no business being ignorant; nor does he like to disappoint his girlfriend. He already caught your attention with his tight shirt, in fact, he distracted you while you were going through your phone, so now he, um, takes responsibility for his banging body being so hot. „Do you want any snacks before, something to drink? Probably some water, right. Wait a minute, I’ll get it for you. Do you want warm water or cold water? Okay, cold, right. With a slice of lemon or without? Should we turn on the TV or some music? Which blanket do you prefer today, the lighter one or the heavy-duty?“

On it goes, it’s the service sub in him. This is like fucking Hotel Johnny Seo. He wants to be like a personal butler to you, except that said butler has some impressive dancer glutes and no suit on. Johnny really does leave nothing to chance and you appreciate it: Circumspect, as ever, and it’s important to be comfy before getting down to business. Johnny knows it always makes a difference when you’re warm and hydrated, so he keeps on asking questions to make sure it’s all set. But once he is engrossed, lips on your labia… the opposite is true. Why does he stop talking out of literal nowhere, what on earth is going on. Johnny’s dead silent, focused, in a different mindset. Unrecognizable. He barely even moves his body, even if there’s a lot to move indeed. God, is he fucking tall — a bit difficult to drape and position himself on the sheets, but he’ll manage. Kind of folding himself in half will do the trick. You already blew his literal back out with your strap the day before, so his spine’s like jelly anyway: Bending, not a problem. Once he kneels properly, it’s all tunnel vision. Although to be fair, he moans every now and then — which is very stimulating, to say the very least. Puts his spectacular lips to good use and, if he’s honest, wants to be „nothing but a sex toy“ (his words, verbatim!) that you can bend around to your delights. You were kind of confused by what he meant, so Johnny explained it. The point is that you can adjust him however you like and he’s there to give you a good time.

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⇢ ten 텐 - Red alert, the final boss is here. Let's make tonight your birthday. Ten’s piping hot sexual style puts any existing man, no matter how experienced, to a literal devastating shame. Because he has what? The flavor. It’s exceedingly difficult to put his energy into fitting words. Similar to Yuta, he flaunts some seriously rapid flicking tongue movements, but knows when to slow it down for a minute: Nuance! It’s exactly what does the trick. Despite his quick and accurate manner, he won’t overstimulate or overtake you. Overtaking in a sense of, being faster than the pleasure can arrive, which is a mistake he knows is frequently committed. Ten knows that going too hard doesn’t feel good, so he refrains from going on for a second round right away especially. „Fifteen minutes rest is due,“ is what he’ll say, laying down face to face on his side with you. Presenting his cute puffy lips, and also for a chance to look him in the eyes properly. Those cat eyes. They’re magnetic. After enough tension builds and you’re impatient, Ten dives off between your thighs again. Patience (with stamina) is a virtue and he has it. Paired with the most graphic dirty talk you’ve ever heard, Ten is fully in his element, hands in the right places, hair falling the right way, lips promptly sucking you up. If you know his Instagram, you know which bedroom eyes will await you. On the majority of days, Ten is the type who will crawl up to you from the edge of the bed like a feline. You don’t know what’s first to touch. Grab his ass? Cup his face? Pinch his waist? Fuck it, just do everything at once.

Not a fan of 69, he’ll dedicate himself fully to you. Twisting himself around is his job on stage, but he’s remarkably still once chest down in bed. Or the edge of the bathtub, whatever you fancy. Few angles are too awkward for ten. Talk about bathroom sex: He’s probably the only person on earth who mastered giving head in the shower. Even without a mat or towel under his knees, which is crazy. He stays stable as if by sheer magic, the floor being painfully hard and slippery doesn’t bother him, though you insist he use at least a small towel to kneel on when it’s not spontaneous oral. Ten is only focused on his task, nothing else fazes him. He trusts you with the temperature control, and if he’s getting waterboarded from above with the shower on? Then he’s getting waterboarded. Ten won’t care. He’s the goat, he knows he can breathe somehow, and he doesn’t want you getting cold — „just turn the valve, honey“. You often take precautions and turn on the bathroom heating way before, but Ten insists on his ways and can clearly see your goosebumps. Your right leg over your shoulder, your boyfriend eats you out from below with the water stream trailing right over his face. The divine baptism! You can squeeze, grind, and fuck his face stupid in the most erratic thrusts on the bathroom carpet ten minutes later for a solid round two. He wants to be completely at your mercy, laying there on his back, dripping wet long dark hair, getting you off hands-free. This guy lets you do anything. Any-fucking-thing. Ten is a legend.

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springseasonie · 9 months 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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