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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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alfaire · 9 months ago

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ㅤㅤ ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬ ㅤ 💾💧 ̶̵̲ NO SURPRISES 𖤓 ⡑ 𖤣 𖥧

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fruithoughts · 1 month ago

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. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

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aeraras · 2 months ago

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Ⳋੳ⠀ ˚𔓶✿ֵྀ ⠀ •̩̩͙𓏵⠀⠀Believe⠀ me ⠀or ⠀not, ⠀I ⠀don't ⠀ care

@colettas

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viasdreams · 2 months ago

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matching halloween costumes with wayv !!

request: can i get a ‘asking wayv to do matching halloween costumes’ pretty please 🙏

a/n: call him winwin cuz he make me wetwet😏

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wayvchip · 3 months ago

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making out with wayv

genre/warnings: fluff, suggestive (minors DNI), established relationship, boyfriend!wayv

kun is definitely the type to constantly smile throughout the kiss and you can feel it when he does that, which makes your heart flutter. makeouts with kun are usually quite brief, and very gentle and sweet. kun would also frequently make sure to take short breaks in between kisses in case you ran out of air because he's just considerate like that.

ten would constantly tease you and get you all riled up. wbk ten is a huge flirt. he would smirk the entire time, whisper dirty things to you, and use a lot of tongue in his kisses. plus, his hands would be roaming all over your body and feeling you up. makeout sessions with ten usually lead to more because he gets all hot and bothered just by kissing you.

winwin would be quite shy and even hesitant at first, but quickly gets into the mood. he prefers if you take the lead at first, and then he'll take over after a bit. winwin definitely goes a little crazy when you grab onto the hem of his shirt while he's sweetly kissing you. bro has had so many kissing scenes from his dramas i truly believe he is more experienced than he lets on.......

xiaojun's kisses would be very slow and passionate, because he wants you to feel loved. he's extra and puts on one of his r&b playlists because he likes the romantic atmosphere it creates. xiaojun holds both of your hands in his hands during the whole makeout session too :(( be sure to expect very intense eye contact from him.

hendery KNOWS what he's doing. he knows all the right buttons to push and is a playful tease too, he'll literally pull away and chuckle just as you're about to deepen the kiss. tbh i can see hendery being a biter. now you didn't hear this from me, but i feel like hendery is definitely the type to do the knee thing (iykyk) while he's marking your neck up with pretty purple bruises.

yangyang would get wayyy too excited at the idea of making out with you and practically jumps on top of you, almost bumping his forehead into yours. he would smash his lips against yours and giggle in between kisses because he just can't contain his excitement!!! pro tip: play with yangyang's hair when he's kissing you, it makes him absolutely melt into a puddle.

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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

wc:1,5k

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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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phoxphenex · 11 months ago

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can u make kun/wayv as dad text,something like when he found out he’ll be a father or when he’s away for tour?

wayv when you find out you’re pregnant

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 11 months ago

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hi! hope you’re doing well and staying healthy 🩵

I was wondering if I could request a wayv reaction to their s/o out of nowhere smothering them with kisses please? hehe that’ll be all

thanks! <3

omg i literally love this my heart is sparkling !!

hope you enjoy !!

all the love ~ lunar

WayV Reactions: smothering them with kisses

Kun

initially he is going to be shocked, but like he would just kinda freeze where he is and process what is happening

once he finally understands that you are showing your love and affection, he swoops you into the warmest embrace

even if he tried, the smile etched on his lips is not going away any time soon

he would do one of those hugs where he picks you up and spins you around (a dream truly)

once he sets you back on the ground, he gladly returns the affection, making you flustered too

now the two of you are a blushing giggling mess but like its the cutest thing in the world

with Kun, there’s something about it that’s almost like …. domestic

like the two of you never really get out of the honeymoon phase cause yall are just so excited when you get to see each other

and things like this never fail to show that

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Ten

oh goodness ….

at first he might question whats happening

like whats with the sudden rush of affection (not that hes complaining)

would first ask if you’re okay

and then this man is going to tease you relentlessly

“you miss me baby?” “i know, you want me so bad”

low key his teasing might ruin the moment

however !! he never fails to bring it back

like if u smother him with affection, and he starts teasing you, and you give him the side eye, hes gonna grab you and wrap you up in his arms and start leaving smooches all over your neck

slight chance it could turn into something steamyyy ;)

Winwin

genuinely would not know what to do

like he would turn into a sim (iykyk)

and would become an absolute blushing mess

once you’re done, he would just smile, and kiss your cheek

but honestly he would be too stunned to speak, like he would just be there blushing and giggling to himself

i think he has a little bit of a hard time in the sense that he always wants to make others happy, but when someone like compliments him, or when his partner shows him affection, he might freeze a little

but once he becomes more comfortable with the spontaneous smooches, hes more than happy to return them !!

honestly i think he would have an easier time showing affection to his partner

but he still would freeze up when the affection is a surprise like this

loves it regardless !!

Xiaojun

sweet baby angel is so shocked…

like he initially is worried that you’re upset about something, or that he hasn’t given you enough attention

starts asking if you are okay, or if something is wrong

once he finds out you’re okay, he smiles and pulls you in for a hug

he’s so sweet, but the embrace is low key a cover for the tickles that hes about to shock you with

will literally stand there tickling you, not to be mean or anything like that, just because he enjoys hearing your laugh

when hes done with the tickles, he smooches your lips a few times before pulling you back into a hug

will probably pull you to the couch and just hold you for a little bit too

simply wants to enjoy your presence, but he wont be able to hide the blush from your previous kisses

Hendery

i love this man with my entire being omg

Hendery will stand there as if he is processing what just happened

in reality, hes planning something else

hes really looking around and making sure the area is safe before he tackles you to the ground so that you dont actually get hurt

an affectionate tackle, that leads to an affectionate tickle fight, that leads to you literally crying from laughing so hard

yes he is blushing, but now you look like a tomato after he is done with his tickle fight

“Hendery, i just wanted to kiss you!! why did you tickle me?” “because i’m literally in love with you”

after you catch your breath, still pinned on the ground, he places the softest yet most passionate kiss on your lips

as if you werent already breathless before ….

“you know, you didnt kiss my lips once… you kissed everywhere but my lips actually…”

the playful smirk never leaving his face as he teases you

omg i’m getting carried away…..

Yangyang

omg Yangyang is literally so cute about it

initially he will be a little surprised, but once your kiss attack has ended, its his turn

as soon as you stop smothering him in kisses, he starts smothering you in kisses

genuinely, i could see this continuing for a while too

like just back and forth attacking each other with affection

as it keeps going, he keeps getting closer and closer to your lips, till you two are locked in a passionate kiss

by the end of it, both of you are blushing like crazy, and giggling like you’ve gone mad

hes absolutely pulling you into his lap, and simply staring at you as if there is nothing more beautiful in the world (hes not wrong)

keeps you in his lap the rest of the night

genuinely will pout if you try to leave

like “you just smothered me with affection, and now you have the audacity to sit anywhere but my lap???”

refuses to let you go (unless he absolutely has to)

hes just so happy that you are his and he loves when you show him affection !!

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dawn-in-neocity · 11 months ago

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best friend (™️) wayv !

that’s just your bf, i’m sorry

kun

husband material wow. is so so sweet and gentle with you i’m jealous. casually does shit straight out of movies. like what do you mean he booked and planned the wholeee day for your birthday. absolutely melts when you show him the same affection. turns tomato red and can’t stop smiling. prefers calling over texting because he “just wants to hear your voice.” gives the warmest hugs.

ten

you’re each other’s person, simply put. your nr 1 hypeman. encourages you to do fun adventurous things when you doubt yourself. y’all are basically the human embodiment of my aesthetic pinterest boards. goes out of his way to impress you because he just thinks you’re the most interesting person in the world. half of your feed consists of pictures taken by him. keeps joking about getting a tattoo related to you.

winwin

the only man ever. subtly shows his love. like fixing your necklace if the clasp is in the front. or holding your hands in his when it’s cold. “i brought you this cupcake, it’s really good.” pays attention to small things. like when you were stressed about how messy your bathroom was so he just casually got you an organizer. gets flustered when you hug him or kiss his cheek. (he loves it though).

xiaojun

you guys are so sweet omg. has a special nickname for you. loves pinching your chin or stroking your cheek :(. has this dopey, dreamy smile on his face whenever he’s watching you be cute. which is always, you’re always cute to him. the first person to notice if you’re upset and will do anything and everything to help. dramatically serenades you with a spoon while you’re cooking together.

hendery

always has an arm slung over your shoulders. loves telling you stupid jokes in your ear when you’re meant to be serious. biter. just gets this impulse to stick his chompers in your shoulder. gets nervous and blanks sometimes bc of how attracted he is to you. sends you shirtless snaps with his cats™️. gets all happy and teases you when your friends refer to him as your boyfriend.

yangyang

you have sooo much fun together omd. no wonder you’re together 24/7. always keeps your go to snacks STOCKED in his place. never lets you pay for anything. thinks you're the funniest person on earth. like he swears spending time with you is an ab workout. he is down horrendous for you and is past the point of caring to hide it. keeps forgetting it's mutual tho so he nearly has a heart attack whenever you compliment him or kiss his cheek.

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berrymarkie · 5 months ago

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hiii can you do ten x virgin!reader 🥹 your taeyong and jaemin fics are so fcking gooddd i cried 😭

virgin | ten

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thank you for the request, i hope this is good. btw thank you so much you’re so sweet! 😭💞 this took a bit longer than expected so i apologize for that! 🙂‍↕️

genre : smut , fluff

it’s been 3 weeks since you last saw your boyfriend ten. although you can go days without seeing him, weeks are harder on you. he’s on a business trip with his parents. they usually leave him at home but this time was different as they were going to his hometown. you’ve been visiting friends today, finally arriving home at around 11.

as you walk into your bedroom you see a figure on your bed. your heart drops at the sight, not knowing who was in your room. but your worries turns into excitement when you realize that it’s your boyfriend. “you didn’t tell me you’d be back early.” you say and crawl onto the bed to hug him.

“i missed you so much.” ten whines as he squeezes you gently.

“i missed you too, but please tell me you didn’t leave your parents early just to come see me.” you sigh and pull away from the hug to look at him. he laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

“hey! that’s where you were raised and you leave this early?” you push his shoulder gently and frown at him. “it was worth it, i got to do what i wanted to do. besides i’d choose you over staying there any day.” he smiles and kisses your cheek. you look at him with a small smile and nod. “okay then.”

he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your lips gently, moving his hands up and down. you kiss him slowly, your hands finding their way to his hair. you run your fingers through his hair slowly, still moving your lips against his.

he pulls away from the kiss and pulls you onto his lap, his hands starting to trail up into your shirt as he rubs your waist. “what’d you do when i was gone?” he asks while looking at you with a smile.

you pause for a second to think. “honestly, nothing really.” you laugh softly. he chuckles and looks at you for a moment. “i really missed you.” he says and kisses you again, one of his hands moving up to touch your cheek.

the kiss you two exchange become rougher. you feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, causing you to smile slightly. he took that as his chance to slip his tongue closer to yours. his tongue brushes against yours as you keep kissing, the kiss quickly becoming sloppy.

he pushes you off his lap gently and lays you onto the bed, leaning down to kiss your neck. “why do you always smell so damn good.” he whispers into your ear in between kisses. giggling softly, you rest your hand in his hair. his breathing quickens as he continues giving kisses on your neck. you can feel something hard pressing against your thigh as he pulls you closer to him.

he pulls away from your neck but keeps his face nuzzled in it, breathing heavily. “hey baby?” he pants. “yeah?” you ask while playing with his hair.

“do you think you’re ready?” he asks, pulling away from your neck and looking at you. “for what?” you ask, confused on what he’s talking about.

“you know…” he trails off, his eyes wandering away from your face. you soon realize what he’s talking about, taking a second to think about it.

“yeah, i am.” you say while looking at him. he immediately looks up at you and nods. he moves his hands to the bottom of your top, looking at you for permission to take it off. you nod and he pulls your shirt off of you. your chest is now partially bare, covered by a light pink bra.

you haven’t been this exposed to him ever, he takes in the sight of your cleavage for a moment before pulling his own shirt off. his bare torso and tattoos can be seen in the dim light of the room.

his hands find their way to your chest, gently holding and squeezing your boobs through your bra. he leans down and starts to kiss on your chest while keeping eye contact with you. starting to suck gently, leaving hickeys along your chest.

he pulls away and pushes down your pants, revealing the matching pink panties underneath. a long breath escaping his lips as he looks at you, taking in the sight of you so vulnerable underneath him. unlike before, you’d stop him when he would try to undress you.

he lays next to you and rubs your thigh gently, brushing his finger against your panties. you hold onto his free hand as he pulls off your panties. “you sure about this? we can stop now.” he says and looks at you, his hand reaching closer to your cunt. “i’m sure.” you say softly, he nods in response.

his finger rubs against your folds, spreading the wetness around and onto your clit. he rubs your clit slowly, looking between your face and your pussy. you look at him and hide your face in the blanket close to him. he chuckles a bit and keeps rubbing his fingers against you, eventually rubbing around your hole. he pushes one finger in slowly causing you to whimper. it hurt a bit but it was bearable.

“never been touched like this before? hm?” he whispers and starts to move his finger in and out. you gasp softly at the feeling of his finger in and out of you. your eyes shut as he speeds up, concentrating on the pleasure that is being given to you.

“cmon baby, you gonna cum huh?” his voice low and stern. you nod and whimper as you feel yourself getting close. he adds another finger inside of you and moves them in and out even faster.

you clench around his fingers as you feel yourself cumming. throwing head back into pillow with a whimper, you pant. “was that your first time cumming?” he asks you softly.

“no but, it’s never felt that good.” you breathe out. he chuckles and kisses your cheek. after letting you rest for a bit, ten sits up and pulls off his pants. he sits beside you and pulls off his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

he looks at you with desire in his eyes as he moves closer to you. you find yourself having a hard time looking away from his cock once you look at it. “i don’t think it will fit” you say nervously.

“don’t worry, we’ll make it fit.” he says and gets on top of you again. his tip brushes against your thigh as he leans down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back until you feel him rubbing himself against your slit, pulling away from the kiss enough to catch his breath.

“you ready?” he asks. you nod and grab his hand to hold. you look up at his face, getting ready for whatever it would feel like. he smiles softly and starts to push in slowly. his eyes squeeze shut as he comes in contact with your warmth. you wince at the feeling, he’s stretching you more than his fingers did. it causes a burning sensation to set in.

he doesn’t move for a moment but then starts to push in again, adding more and more length slowly. your eyes start to tear up due to the pain. he sees this and quickly kisses your cheeks, making sure not to move into you anymore.

“you wanna stop? it’s okay if you do.” he says and pushes your hair out of your face gently. “i wanna keep going.” you say softly, breathing heavily. he nods and starts to push in a bit more. you’re full on crying now, tears flowing from your eyes because of the overwhelming amount of pain.

he leans down and kisses the tears on your cheeks, starting to rub your palm gently. “tell me when i can move.” he says and starts kissing your neck, hoping to distract you from the pain.

a few minutes go by with him staying completely still, not moving at all but still keeping his lips on your neck. “you can move now.” you whisper. he nods and stops kissing your neck, slowly starting to add more of his length into you. your breath quickens as the pain starts to rise again. he pulls away from your neck and looks at you.

the feeling of him filling you up is overwhelming and you start to squeeze his hand. “i can’t.” you choke out. he shakes his head and shushes you. “shh, i know you can take it.” he whispers and smiles.

“i’m gonna put it in all the way, you ready?” he asks you and rubs your hand. you bite the inside of your cheek and nod. he pushes into you completely, bottoming out into you. “fuck.” he groans when he feels the tightness around him.

he stays still again, letting you get used to his size. “you can move.” you say and grip onto his hand again, preparing to feel pain again. he starts to move in and out of you gently, breathing heavily.

“so so tight.” he grunts and keeps the same pace. the pain faded into pleasure quickly. he slowly starts to move in and out of you quicker. “does that feel good now?” he pants, making you nod quickly.

“faster please.” you whimper quietly. he smiles and starts to thrust into you faster. the room becoming filled with wet slapping noises as he fucks into you. “let me hear you baby, dont be so quiet.” he groans and shakes his head.

suddenly, his thrusts become rougher. now reaching deeply in a way that causes your legs to go weak. you let out a soft moan as he thrusts into you deeper, your body getting pushed up into the pillows more with every movement.

your eyes flutter shut tightly, your whole body starting to shake as you get closer to cumming. you look up at him, taking in the sight of his messy hair. you push his hair away from his forehead but quickly retracting your hand to grip onto his shoulder as he hits deeper into you.

he looks down at your stomach, groaning as he sees the bulge of his cock in your stomach. “look at that.” he says and grabs your legs, putting them on his shoulders. you look down to see the bulge in your stomach, then laying head back on pillow while whimpering.

“where do i cum?” he asks while still moving into you. “wherever you want.” you manage to say, your hand leaves his shoulder to grip onto the bedsheets tightly.

with one final thrust, he groans and you feel his warm cum flowing into you. his head falls to the side of your neck, still thrusting a bit. you whine as you feel yourself starting to cum as well. your body now going limp after reaching your high.

he moves down and starts to kiss your chest. his kisses turn into gentle sucks, working on making the previous marks he left even darker. you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath.

he pulls away from your neck and leans back, slowly pulling out of you while looking down at your pussy. his cum drips out slowly, staining the bedsheet underneath.

he lays next to you and pulls you closer. “you did so good, i love you.” he smiles softly and kisses your cheek.

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thank you so much for all the support on my previous posts! i was expecting to get like 15 likes on each post MAX… so this is really cool <3 more requests would be really appreciated right now, i have no ideas at all tbh. 😭

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