#lee chittaphon smut

[berrymarkie]

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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note . . .

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. 😭

[markiecake]

Haiii :3!! I was wondering if you could write something like your Jaehyun x bimbo reader, but with Ten maybe?? It's fine ofc if you don't wanna!!🫶

pairing: ten lee x bimbo! fem! reader

tags/ warnings: smut (minors pls dni !!!), soft(ish) dom tennie !!! (he's still very mean lets not get it twisted), dumbification, slapping, breeding (who's shocked), name calling (dummy, cum dump), pet names (baby, good girl), dubcon ?? (consent is never explicitly stated), reader is v naive

tennie is always so booked and busy, of course he needs a ditzy airhead to keep his dick wet for him !!

dare i say he takes advantage of your dumbness a little bit ...

"it hurts so bad, baby," he says with a pout, holding your chin so you look up at him, "you're gonna help me, right? you don't want me to be in pain, do you?"

of course you don't want that ! so you nod up at him dumbly :((

and in the span of a few seconds, you're on your back, your legs being pressed up against your chest in a mating press as he pounds into you at a brain numbing pace !

any squirming or wriggling away from him is instantly noticed, pausing his thrusts for a few seconds so he can slap you around a little bit 😵‍💫

"don't fucking run from it," he says after landing a slap on your cheek, "just take it. for me, yeah? you can at least do that right, can't you?"

belittles you so much omg :,( when drool is running down your chin, your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, he doesn't stop at all ! just calls you his dumb girl and continues on like nothing `(*>﹏<*)′

TEN AND BREEDING !!!!!!!!!!! if you don't end up limping out of his room stuffed with his cum, best believe he isn't finished with you.

even though he's such a meanie, he disguises it as praise ! "pretty cum dump for me, hm?" "such a messy girl" :3333

pumps load after load into your used cunt, making tears stream down your face, your whole body shaking with overstimulation.

"t- tennie.." you whimper out, to which he just shakes his head at you.

"good girls don't speak." he says while looking down at you with a cold expression, then slowly beginning his thrusts again, making you hold back a loud whine.

you're sure he's been fucking you for HOURS at this point, yet you still don't want him to stop !

keep in mind, he literally does not care if you cum or not, you're here for him, not the other way around ! even so, you always end up creaming his cock either way ≧ ﹏ ≦

he finally pulls out, the squelch noise when he did was a little humiliating, especially when he laughs down at you :(((

you can feel his cum dripping out of your abused hole, but of course you want to keep ten happy, so you take matters into your own hands (literally) and scoop up what's dripped out, putting your fingers in your mouth to clean them !

tennie thinks you're prettiest like this :,) looking up at him with glossy eyes, your own fingers stuffed in your mouth, just so fucked out for him ... of course he has to take a photo !

tells you to stay still while he grabs his phone and takes a few pictures, the flash making you squint a little bit. he laughs, puts his phone to the side and places a kiss on your cheek.

"such a pretty dummy."

[hwangyeonjun]

prompt: “stop teasing me”

pairing: ten lee x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive, clothed grinding and teasing, dirty talk (kinda)

word count: 706

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“look, y/n!” yangyang exclaimed, shoving his phone into your face. “i ordered this shirt yesterday, what do you think?” he smiled brightly at you.

you chuckled at his excitement, his sparkly eyes warming your heart as he looked at the peace of clothing that he was showing you and sat down next to you, waiting for an answer.

“it’s nice. i think it’ll look good on you” you replied honestly, offering a small smile his way.

you heard a loud sigh and a grunt on the other side of you where ten was sitting. glancing at him, you notice a little scowl on his face which almost made you laugh out loud.

deciding to play along, you look at yangyang again. “don’t forget to send me a picture of how it looks on you”

your words made his eyes sparkle even more as he nodded eagerly, failing to notice the growing tension in the room which was caused by your very own boyfriend.

ten knew that there was nothing to be jealous or suspicious about you and yangyang. he trusted you both and you always treated yangyang like a little brother because that was the relationship you established with him ever since you met and it was completely normal and acceptable for everyone.

but although ten is embarrassed to admit, he is jealous of the attention yangyang is getting from you, even if it’s childish and maybe even selfish. he knows that. yet, he can’t shake this feeling off, because he just can’t admit that today he wanted your attention a little more, so the only thing he is left to do is to pout and hope that you’ll notice him.

later that night, when you returned back to your own house, you found ten still sulking with his arms crossed on his chest.

giggling quietly to yourself, you approached him, though he didn’t even spare you a glance. “are you mad?” you cooed, sitting down next to him.

“no” he answered quickly, still keeping his gaze forwards.

you sticked your head out in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. “jealous?”

he scoffed. “no”

you rolled your eyes and threw your legs over his, straddling his hips. ten’s eyes went wide for a second as he gulped from the sudden contact.

wrapping your arms around his shoulder, you wiggled on his lap. “oh come on, you know that yangyang treats me like a big sister, he’s still a kid in heart, he wants the attention”

ten hissed when you pressed down on his crotch. “i know”

“he’s been separated from his family at a young age, lost most of his childhood in the practice room, in a different country. you, from all people, should know better what that’s like” you continued while dragging your fingers from his neck down to his chest, feeling him relax more and more every passing second.

ten knew you were right, and it made him feel more like an asshole for getting visibly upset over this issue. but he was too damn stubborn to admit it, so he nodded his head before tilting it back and resting it on top of the backrest, eyes fixating on the ceiling, while his hands finally found its way to your thighs, though he only softly placed them on top, which annoyed you.

you took it as a challenge and started to grind yourself more on his crotch, his dick slowly becoming harder until you could see a visible bulge in his pants, while your hands burried themselves into his hair, slightly tugging at the roots and your lips leaving soft, wet kisses on his neck, showing a little bit more attention to the sensitive spots.

ten couldn’t suppress his sounds anymore. low grunts and moans slipping past his lips, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into your thighs.

but when he lifted his head up and tried to remove your pants, ready to actually start doing something and take the lead, you swatted his hands away and smirked.

“nope. not so fast”

“oh come on” he groaned loudly. “stop teasing me” his last words came out like a whine which only made you smile more.

“oh baby, this is just the beginning”

[nirvanawrites111]

Amnesia (Ten Lee x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Ten Lee x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1991

Warning: Pegging, rimjob, degradation, femdom, mention of killing, fem pronouns, he refers to you as mistress, oral (male rec).

Your landline phone rings two times, and then it stops. You turn over and look at your nightstand in the dark. The glow from your iPhone tells you everything you need to know.

You sit up in the middle of the bed and take a deep breath. These calls are few and far between, but you know it's him.

You move to the edge of the bed and place your foot against the cold wooden floor. Your feet move along, trying to locate your slippers. You slip into your furry slippers. You walk into your living room and turn on the hallway light. You go to your front door and open it.

His hair is disheveled but much longer than before. The last time you saw him, it was a short pixie cut, but now it has length. He doesn't speak, but you grab his hand to usher him into your apartment. You close the door behind him.

You can see the darkness in his eyes. You know that he's seen things in those streets that he frequents, but he doesn't have to explain anything. You are here for him.

You peel off his jacket, and he lets out a deep sigh. You know he can't share his life with anyone else other you. No one else understands Ten in the way that you do.

You place his jacket on your couch. You walk back over to him and remove his clothes layer by layer. A ritual that you two are used to by now. He stands before you, vulnerable. You kiss his forehead.

"It's okay. You are safe, now."

"But, I did bad things, tonight."

"I'm sure for the right reasons."

You look into his eyes again. You know he wants to say so much more, and you will give him the space to do so if he feels he needs to.

"I need you, Y/n," his confession is raw, but he's stern in the way that he professes for you.

A rush runs through you. You wouldn't acknowledge it to anyone, but you enjoy being needed by Ten Lee. The most misunderstood, mysterious man in the city, needs you. He doesn't even trust his own brothers, but he trusts you.

"Shall I draw you a bath, Tennie?"

His eyes light up a bit. You can see the glimmer in his eyes even if he doesn't smile. "Yes, please."

"Let's go."

You head down the hall to your guest bathroom and turn on the bathtub. You go back into your linen closet and grab your herbal mix that you prepare for him for nights like these. You pour the entire container into the bathtub.

Ten watches you prepare things for him. Never has he met a woman so understanding as you. A woman with such an enchanting spirit that helps him cleanse away his sins from the hard life that he's been dealt.

He admires you as you get on your knees to light the candles around the bathtub. He knows that your methods keep him safe.

If he could, he would leave WayV and run away with you. Live on a country farm somewhere where there are more cows than people. He would change his name so that no one could find him. He would live happily ever after with you.

But, that's just not his reality. He's good at what he does... according to his brothers, he's the best. So, how can he leave this line of work when it's all he knows how to do?

"Alright," you reply.

Ten stares into your eyes and admires your full thick hair that is so beautiful. How can a man with so much darkness attached to him be allowed to be in the presence of a goddess like you?

"You can get in now. It's ready," you instruct him.

Ten nods without hesitation. He climbs into the bath, and it's perfect. Not too hot, but not too cold. He eases into the warmth of the herbal water, and it feels incredible.

"I'll give you a moment."

"No," Ten shakes his head, and abruptly tells you. "I.." he stares into the water and then backs up at you. "I want you to sit with me."

Typically, he isn't this needy for you during his bath. He usually prefers to be submerged in his thoughts to process his night. But, tonight, he's singing a different tune, and you're okay with it.

"That's fine, baby."

You sit down on the toilet next to the bathtub, and he leans back against the headrest.

"I want to get out of this lifestyle, Y/n."

"I know."

"I can't be a killer for the rest of my life."

"I understand. But, you avenge those who are most vulnerable. Taking out the ones who need to be taken out."

"It's easy to look at it that way. But, why did I have to be born into this family? I just want a normal life."

"I'm sure, we all want to live a normal life. But, that's just not how life works."

"Yeah, but.. I want to be able to get married one day. Have children. Have a spouse."

"I'm sure your spouse would be understanding of you."

"It's not about being understanding. I don't want to put anyone at risk. If I lost the people I love because of my lifestyle, I wouldn't be able to live."

"I hear you. You are so thoughtful. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. You're more than your job."

"Nah. I'm a killer, nothing more, nothing less."

"Well, I can't change your perspective. But, you are amazing at what you do. Please don't beat yourself up over it. If you really want to leave, then do it."

"I'm thinking about it. But, I want to indulge with you after my bath."

"Okay."

***

You sit in your guest bedroom on the couch with everything ready for him. The only light in the room is the red LED lights. You sip a glass of water.

Ten comes into the room, and you sit up. He kneels between your thighs. "May, I suck you off, mistress?"

"Yes."

Ten doesn't waste any time sucking your strap. You grab the back of his head and push him further down on it. He doesn't gag at all, because you have trained him so well.

Ten works his beautiful mouth on your strap, and you start fucking his mouth. You tug at his hair while you drill deep inside his mouth.

"Got damn.. such a good little slut," You degrade him in the way that he craves. You know exactly what he needs when he needs it.

"I'm leaking.." He takes your strap out of his mouth.

"May, I please stroke it?"

"No, not yet."

"Mistress.. please."

You stand up and shove yourself back into his mouth. "So, needy. But, you are not understanding who is in charge here."

You pound into his mouth more brutally this time, and he takes it perfectly, just like the little whore he is. You look down at him. His eyes are connected to yours—there is just something so special about him on his knees for you.

"Do you want to get fucked or Nah?"

"Mmm.." he mouths around your strap and sucks you in deeper.

You caress his head to make sure you are still gentle with him. The last thing you want to do is hurt him.

"Get on all fours on the bed," you command.

Ten jets over to the bed and assumes the position you requested. You stand there and watch him on his hands and knees for you.

He's so beautiful like this. You grab your lube and toss it on the bed.

"May I taste you?" You stand behind him against the bed.

"Yes, mistress."

You lick around his hole and tease him a bit. You don't dive in just yet.

"Yesss," Ten moans out. You love the way he whimpers for you.

He gives you the motivation you need. You swirl around his center again, and you reach down to stroke him while you tease him.

His whimpering is louder now. It has you wet with excitement. You can feel a bit of your own wetness drip down your legs. You love pleasing him. You actually get off on it.

"You like this, baby?" you ask. Already know the obvious answer, but you want to hear some verbal confirmation to make sure he's enjoying this just as much as you are.

"Yes.. mistress. Yes, feels soo... uh.. good," Ten is panting for you at this point.

You stick your tongue into him and drill your tongue into him deeper. You slap his ass hard and hold his waist while you eat him out.

"Fuck... please let me cum. Mistress."

You pull out of him and turn him on his back. You put his legs on your shoulder and return to eating his ass.

"Stroke it while I eat it. But, don't cum until I tell you," you instruct him.

You can't see his face, but you can feel his body shake from how your tongue destroys him. You love tasting him.

You move up and push his legs back to his ears. You hold his legs up while you start sucking him. "You can cum now."

Ten, lets go and release his load into your mouth. You enjoy the salty taste of his release inside your mouth. You swallow all of it.

Ten legs are still trembling for you. You grab the lube off the bed. "You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, please. Fuck me. Ruin me, mistress."

You run your finger across his juicy bottom lip. "Don't worry. I got you."

You get on your knees and lean back a bit. You lube up your strap-on. You put some on your fingers and get him ready.

You spread his legs and slip into them inch by inch. "You ready?" you ask.

"Yes, mistress," you see the smirk on his face.

You drill into him because he can take it. You watch him bite his bottom lip while you work your hips into him.

He pants for you and turns you on even more. You love to see his spread out across the bed like this and only for you. He doesn't have to worry about judgment when he comes home to you.

"You love it?" you ask.

"Always."

"You better."

"I always love being ruined by you."

You pull out of him. "Get on all fours."

Ten does exactly what you say, and without skipping a beat, you dive into him from behind. You drill harder into his ass.

You love his flexibility, and you grab his hands to pull them behind you while you fuck him. You pound harder into him. "I want you to cum all over the bed without touching your dick."

"Mmm.. is that a challenge, mistress?"

"Nope. It's a demand. Now take this dick like a good little slut and shut up," you voice to him.  You drill even harder into him.

You know that he can come without touching it. You know his body pretty well.

He arches his back, and you slow down your stroke. This time you are pounding into him, but not as fast.

"Shit.. yes, just like that, Mistress."

You continue your pacing with him and work your body into his.

He releases just like you requested. His body trembles for you, and you let him ride it out. You let go out of his hand and slide out of him.

He leans forward onto the bed, and you lay on him. You kiss him on his back. "You did so good, baby."

"Thank you, mistress."

"I knew you could do it. Now, let's go to bed."

It's just something about pounding his ass and hearing him scream for you that sends you over the edge every time.

[marvelous-llama]

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Compartilhar é Cuidar — Nakamoto Yuta & Ten Lee

Sinopse: Como um bom amigo, Ten Lee ajudou Yuta a relaxar com sua linda e preciosa namorada. Afinal, compartilhar é sempre se importar.

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「 Yuta Nakamoto já se interessou por muitas garotas em sua vida, e ele nunca negou o fato de que sempre gostava de passar apenas uma noite e nada mais, sem compromissos sérios. Como todo jovem adulto, depois de se tornar famoso, ele sempre gostou de aproveitar as oportunidades da vida, por isso nunca desperdiçava uma sequer. Entretanto, agora as coisas pareciam um pouco mais sérias, ou melhor dizendo, erradas demais. À medida em que ficava mais velho, ele também parava um pouco mais de ter uma por dia, no máximo duas semanas ou menos. Ele imaginou que estava interessado em começar algo sério com alguém de interesse pessoal, seus amigos de grupo já tinham namoradas e ele queria tentar isso um dia. Mas, era aqui onde estava o real problema das suas escolhas.

Você era uma das poucas garotas que os meninos levavam para a empresa ou ensaios, sempre no cantinho olhando cada movimento de seu namorado, seja no wayv ou nct u. Ele te achava fofa demais apoiando e elogiando Ten, foi por isso que começou a se aproximar de você e puxar algum assunto. Chitta Phon nunca se incomodou dos outros amigos falarem com você, muito pelo contrário, ele gostava de te apresentar a cada um, foi por isso que ele incentivou você a continuar conversando com Yuta e sabendo mais sobre a vida de cada. Ele descobriu que você era muito fã do grupo ao total, acabará de fazer vinte e dois anos, trabalhava em home-office e fazia faculdade. Não poderia ser perfeito.

Sempre quando ele via vocês dois juntos, com muito carinho, sorrindo e se divertindo, Yuta não pode deixar de pensar como também gostaria de sentir isso, a sensação de amar alguém e receber esse amor de volta. Seria tão perfeito, ele mal podia esperar para amar alguém dessa forma. Mas então sempre que começava a sair com alguma outra garota, agora sem ter relações sexuais, ele não sentia a mesma emoção de quando via você e Chittaphon juntos, de quando sentia o amor de vocês. Era diferente com outras garotas, não parecia ser a mesma coisa com você.

Yuta tentou entender melhor qual era a diferente de você para as outras, ele se aproximou melhor de você e tentou saber quais características poderia procurar em uma garota que pudesse te lembrar de você. Mas nenhuma delas parecia com você, tinha suas características fofas e belas, tinha a sua personalidade. Nenhum era você. E elas nunca seriam de fato, porque você sempre seria única. Você era de Chita Phon, seu amigo. Yuta não sabia se achava ele sortudo demais ou ficava com raiva. Não porque queria ficar com raiva, era sua namorada, mas não tinha como não sentir sabendo que você não estava disponível. Ele se sentiu uma péssima pessoa, porque se tivesse te visto antes, poderia ter você.

Yuta não se sentia nenhum pouco mal por desejar a namorada dos outros, mas achou que era alguma coisa passageira, ele logo deixaria de se sentir assim quando conhecesse uma outra garota. Foi o que ele achou. Percebendo que nada disso estava acontecendo e a cada dia sentia mais ciúmes de vê-la com Ten, ele notou que tinha algo muito de errado. Agora ele se sentia mal por saber que estava apaixonado por você, por ter sentimentos românticos pela garota do seu amigo. Isso era errado de todas as formas, e o que Yuta menos queria era brigar ou se afastar de vocês dois.

Mas aconteceu outra preocupação, porque não só ele começou a notar como Chitta Phon agora parecia mais protetor com você, sempre te abraçando por trás quando ele conversava contigo, deixando beijos em seu pescoço, dizendo como a família dele gostava de você e mostrando diariamente que você era dele. Assim como o próprio Ten notou como Yuta estava muito mais próximo de você, quase não conseguia desgrudar, seja qual for o assunto ou o que estavam fazendo. Chittaphon sabia que Yuta estava gostando de você. E Yuta sabia que Chittaphon sabia disso. E literalmente, nenhum dos dois sabiam o que fazer nessa situação. Chitta Phon não queria brigar com Yuta, e Yuta não queria acabar a amizade com Chittaphon. Que complicação.

E sabendo que ele jamais contaria nada para os dois, Ten foi a pessoa que teve coragem de perguntar em uma noite, mesmo sabendo que ele não contaria nada.

— Hyung, você está gostando de alguém? — Yuta demorou quase um minuto para saber o que responder, sabendo que qualquer resposta iria dificultar um pouco. — Vamos, me diga, eu não vou ficar com raiva de você. É impossível não gostar dela, ela é uma coisinha tão linda, tão preciosa. Foi difícil até para mim.

— Eu não queria fazer isso, ela é sua namorada.

— Ei, eu já disse que não vou ficar com raiva de você, somos amigos, não é? Eu te entendo. — Ten tocou o ombro dele, sorrindo para o mesmo. Já no final do show, ele chamou Yuta para uma sala privada para conversar com ele, enquanto esperava por você no mesmo lugar. Então, quando você entrou na sala acompanhada de um segurança, você agradeceu a ele e seguiu até onde seu namorado estava, depois do mesmo fechar a porta. — Gatinha, que saudades suas. — Ten estendeu a mão para você, esperando tocá-la. — Bem, você quer relaxar comigo, hyung?

Ele não entendeu muito bem a pergunta do amigo, encarando o mesmo enquanto te puxava para mais perto e beijava seus lábios, passando a mão pelo seu corpo e apertando sua bunda pela saia. Yuta mordeu os lábios, imaginando que tudo isso seria um sonho, Chittaphon não deixaria ele fazer isso tão facilmente.

— Amor, você se incomodaria se Yuta continuasse aqui com a gente?

— Não. — Ten sorriu, deixando outro beijo em seus lábios.

— Você gostou do show, amor?

— Sim, vocês todos estavam tão incríveis! Eu amei tudo.

— Que bom, querida. Eu e o hyung nos esforçamos muito para te agradar. Mas ele me parece tão cansado, você gostaria de beijá-lo para ajudar?

— Sim, eu gostaria bastante disso.

Ten deixou você seguir até Yuta, sorrindo para ele enquanto tocava seus braços musculosos, ele passou as mãos por sua cintura, olhando entre você e seu namorado. A diferença de altura era realmente bem notável.

— Oi, Yuta. Você quer relaxar comigo e Ten? — Ele te olhou novamente, concordando com você. Colocando uma das mãos em sua nuca e ficando na pontinha dos pés, você puxou ele para um beijo calmo e relaxante, liderando boa parte do tempo. Era nítido como Yuta ficou ansioso pelo seu beijo, quase sendo impossível desgrudar de você. — Obrigada pelo show, você foi perfeito.

— De nada, gatinha. — você deslizou as mãos pelo corpo dele, parando em sua calça e olhando-o.

— Eu vou cuidar de você agora, está bem?

— Por favor. — Chittaphon sorriu, sentando no sofá atrás dele e olhando para vocês. Você se ajoelhou no chão, tirando a calça do mesmo e massageando seu pau já ereto. Você colocou apenas a cabecinha na boca, passando sua língua enquanto escutava seus primeiros gemidos.

— É tão grande, Yuta. Eu não sei se vou conseguir chupar tudo.

— Você consegue, amor. Mostre a ele o porquê de você ser minha garota.

A última coisa que gostaria de ouvir era ser considerada uma garota fraca, foi por isso que colocou o pau dele em sua boca e masturbou o restante que ainda faltava, sentindo o gostinho de Yuta. Caralho, ele era grande mesmo, ao ponto de quase te fazer chorar por sentir em sua garganta.

— Porra. — Yuta passou as mãos por seus cabelos, acariciando os fios, ele não queria te machucar te forçando a mais do que isso. Você era algo tão delicado, ele tinha medo de te quebrar rápido demais.

— A boca dela é perfeita, não é? — mas foi quase impossível para ele quando sentiu sua boca chupando cada vez mais fundo e sua língua provocando-o. O máximo que ele fez foi puxar seus fios com força, gemendo seu nome. — Cuidado com a minha florzinha, ela chora quando fico muito violento. Mas eu adoro vê-la chorando de prazer… Tenho certeza de que você iria adorar também.

— Eu quero vê-la chorando. — Ten soltou um sorriso em deboche, percebendo que Yuta estava desejando coisas rápido demais.

— Você acabou de começar, não peça demais. Posso ter deixado, mas ela ainda é minha e eu sou possessivo quando se trata das minhas coisas.

— D-desculpe. — Yuta mordeu os lábios, sentindo a sensação boa que se passava por seu corpo, ele estava realmente muito perto de gozar. — Eu posso?

— Nela não! Faça isso em qualquer outro lugar, menos na minha gatinha. — Yuta assentiu, tirando você dele e puxando seu rosto para cima. Ele colocou sua mão em seu pau e segurou ela por cima, te ajudando a masturba-ló com força enquanto beijava seus lábios. Suas mãos eram tão macias que ele não levou trinta segundos para gozar no chão, chupando sua língua e prendendo o gemido contra sua boca. — Você quer mais, Yuta?

— Porra, sim. Sim.

— Tire suas roupas então. Gatinha, vem aqui. — Ten bateu em seu colo e você foi até ele sem contestar, deixando Yuta tirar suas outras peças de roupas. Você sentou em seu colo, olhando para ele animada, então ele beijou seus lábios e te movimentou contra a ereção do mesmo. — Você quer fazer sexo com o hyung?

— Apenas se você não se incomodar com isso. Estarei feliz com o que você quiser que eu faça, amor. — Ten sorriu, colocando uma mecha de seus cabelos atrás da orelha.

— Sempre tão boa para mim. Eu quero que você deixe o hyung te foder bem fundo e forte e tudo o que quero escutar é você gemendo e gritando o nome dele, está certo? Faça isso e eu te darei uma recompensa em casa. — você assentiu, sentindo ele te beijar uma última vez, depois de te tirar do colo dele. — Eu sempre uso esse camarim quando estou com ela, tem camisinha na gaveta da esquerda. Pegue uma para você.

Yuta assentiu e puxou a gaveta, tirando uma camisinha e usando em seu pau. Ele ficou admirado quando você se aproximou do outro sofá, esperando pelo mesmo, que não demorou para segurar você pela cintura e começar a tirar suas roupas. O salto, a pequena saia, a blusa e o seu sutiã, massageando seus seios enquanto se abaixava para colocar um em sua boca. Você puxou os cabelos dele, gemendo baixinho quando ele mordeu um pouco, te fazendo sentir a dor. Logo ele passou para o outro e fez a mesma coisa.

Yuta te jogou no outro sofá e se abaixou sobre ele, puxando sua calcinha enquanto jogava também no chão. Ele abriu suas pernas, ficando bem de frente com sua boceta e acabou sorrindo, aproximando a boca enquanto passava a língua pelos seus clitóris, chupando.

— Caralho, como você é gostosa. O Ten deve te comer todos os dias, não é?

— Sete dias por semana. — Ten debochou, dobrando as pernas e cruzando as mãos, olhando como você era realmente gostosa, principalmente quando tinha outra pessoa te comendo agora e ele poderia apenas te admirar. Até assim você era bonita.

— Eu não te julgo, também gostaria de comer ela do amanhecer ao anoitecer. — Yuta começou a te chupar com tanta força, colocando dois dedos dentro que você começou a gemer quase sem parar, tentando manter suas pernas ainda abertas.

— Sou grato todos os dias por eu ser o único que consegue foder ela. Espero que você também seja grato por isso.

— Yuta. — Você segurou os cabelos dele, fazendo alguns carinhos.

— Obrigado, Ten, serei imensamente grato por isso. — ele empurrou seus dedos com força, te escutando gemer mais forte. — Você ainda é tão apertada e fica tão linda enquanto geme meu nome. — ele olhou para o seu rosto. — Princesa, eu já posso entrar em você, não é? Quero que goze no meu pau.

— Sim, Yuta. — Você puxou fôlego para dentro dos pulmões, por mais que fossem apenas os dedos dele, ainda eram longos e te causavam uma sensação boa, como os de seu namorado.

Yuta te posicionou melhor no sofá, deitando você com cuidado e ficando em cima de seu corpo, colocando uma de suas pernas em seu ombro. Ele se colocou dentro de você lentamente, escutando seus pequenos gemidos de prazer. Mas Yuta também não demorou para começar a te foder com força, entrando e saindo como se não tivesse fim, como se você não fosse a bonequinha frágil de Ten, e como se ele não estivesse te vendo daquela forma. Mas o que ele poderia fazer, pediu para você ser uma boa garota e aguentar tudo isso. Então, lógico que você faria isso.

— Porra, Yuta. — ele apertou sua perna que estava em cima dos ombros, beijando sua canela.

Ten ainda estava admirado com toda aquela cena, o ciúmes atingindo boa parte do tempo em que te via nos braços de outro homem, principalmente beijando eles. Mas o que ele poderia fazer, queria mostrar ao seu hyung como era uma boa pessoa, e como queria que ele soubesse que você era uma boa garota. A boa garota dele, apenas dele.  Yuta estava provando disso agora, mas ele nunca, jamais teria outra oportunidade dessas. Ten nunca deixaria outro homem tocar no que é seu, principalmente qualquer outro amigo de grupo. Isso ficaria apenas entre ele, você e Yuta.

Foi por isso que antes do show, ele te perguntou o que você achava da amizade com Yuta, tentando chegar até onde queria. Quando obteve isso, te perguntou se você gostaria de transar com ele algum dia e vendo sua confirmação, não tinha um momento melhor como agora. A desculpa depois do show para relaxar foi ótima, Yuta usou disso de bom grado, você fez de bom grado e todos saíram no lucro. Você ainda não sabia, mas Chitta Phon obteria muito de você essa noite, descontaria todo esse ciúmes em você.

— Ele está fazendo você se sentir bem, não é linda garota? — você passa as mãos sobre as costas dele, apertando cada canto e principalmente sua cintura.

— S-sim, amor… Ele faz tão bem.

— Melhor do que eu, amor?

— Nunca! Ninguém nunca seria melhor do que você, amor. — Yuta apertou sua cintura com mais força, empurrando em você sem piedade alguma. Porra, ele ficou com ciúmes pra caralho de ouvir você elogiar seu namorado enquanto estava com outro dentro de você. O que ele não faria para ser seu incrível namorado agora e para sempre. As coisas que ele pensaria em fazer com você todas as noites.

— Minha boa garota. É por isso que eu vou te tratar bem em casa, da forma como você merece. — Ten desviou o olhar quando uma forte raiva passou por ele, vendo como Yuta beijava sua boca e fazia elogios a você, sempre te chamando de gostosa. — Você não vai marcá-lá, hyung. Eu quem faço isso.

Droga, Yuta realmente estava pensando o porquê de ter aceito isso apenas para um dongsaeng mandar nele dessa forma. Entretanto, pensando por outro lado, ele não iria aproveitar essa maravilha que era você, essa boceta apertada e seus gemidos deliciosos. Não, ele tinha que ser grato a Ten Lee porque ele era o único sortudo do grupo a conseguir te comer. E principalmente a você por ter aceito ele ser o único a sentir isso.

Esses pensamentos eram deliciosos, você era perfeita, nunca encontraria ninguém melhor — tampouco pensava em encontrar —. É só de conseguir saber que agora estava dentro de você, te proporcionando tanto prazer, ele se enchia de orgulho, porque era exatamente isso que ele queria fazer.

— É uma sensação boa, não é, meu anjo?

— Sim! Não pare, Yuta… Estou tão perto. — ele agarrou sua cintura, puxando você para mais perto enquanto empurrava com muito mais força.

— Não vou parar, anjo. — Yuta não tinha planos para fazer isso tão cedo, principalmente sabendo que ele mesmo estava perto de gozar.

Seu orgasmo chegou primeiro e Yuta gravou todos aqueles gemidos e a forma como ele fez você se sentir bem. Então logo foi a vez dele também, orgasmos tão fortes que ele agradeceu ao fato de estar usando camisinha, senão estaria vendo seu esperma escorrendo de você agora mesmo. Vocês terminaram com uma curta sessão de beijos, cada um sorrindo, mas principalmente Yuta, completamente feliz em conseguir cumprir uma coisa que parecia impossível.

Ele sentiu quando uma mão puxou seu ombro para trás, tirando o mesmo de cima de você e se afastando um pouco. Era seu namorado possessivo.

— Vá jogar a camisinha fora e limpe o chão, você quem sujou. Vou cuidar da minha garota, agora. — Yuta revirou os olhos, mas confirmou com ele, deixando você aos cuidados de seu namorado, mesmo ele querendo fazer isso.

Chitta Phon pegou todas as suas peças de roupas e vestiu você cuidadosamente, colocando cada peça em seu lugar. Depois de calçar seus saltos, ele te ajudou a levantar do sofá, mesmo com as pernas trêmulas e respiração ofegante, ele arrumou seus cabelos e deixou quase da forma de antes. Ele também tirou algum suor do seu rosto e limpou a sujeira de sua maquiagem borrada.

— Você gostou? — você assentiu, fechando os olhos quando sentiu a boca dele em sua testa. — Meu amor, eu amo você.

— Eu te amo mais. — você olhou para Yuta, já vestido e terminando de limpar o chão. — Ainda vamos ser amigos, Yuta?

— Claro, linda. Eu não pararia de falar com você nem que você me desse uma facada. — Você riu, agradecendo a ele. — Obrigado, por essa noite, foi a melhor que eu já tive. Espero que…

— Não! — Vocês olharam para Ten. — Isso não irá se repetir. Ela é minha e eu só compartilho uma única coisa.

— Compartilhar é cuidar, Chitta Phon.

— Apenas uma vez é aceitável. Até amanhã, hyung.

— Até mais, Yuta.

Yuta iria lutar para conseguir você novamente, mas não agora. Por agora ele estava completamente extasiado de você. Realizou seu sonho e conseguiu provar de você, quem mais teria essa sorte?! Ele estava agradecido por Ten querer compartilhar com ele. Afinal, compartilhar é cuidar. E ele agora sabia que Chitta Phon cuidava muito bem de você. 」

[mystverse]

RED | L.TN

Pairing : ten lee × afab reader

Genre : romance

Warning : graphic description of sex, consensual sex, use of safe word so please proceed with caution, minors dni, etc.

Song : Animals - Maroon 5

Your fingers type out your resignation letter with your eyes trained on it, when your assistant arrives with someone who you'd hate to deal with, ❝Y/N, Mr.Lee is here to see you❞ you audibly scoff, rolling your eyes, ❝Tell him to come in and you can leave, Yeon. Ask my driver to drop you home❞

The door clicks open, and Ten walks in with his black hair messy and wet, and his white shirt clinging to his skin, ❝Ever heard of welcoming guests, Y/N?❞ you shouldn't notice the way. He pulls off the cloth, sticking to his skin or the tattoos visible through his shirt. You shouldn't notice the way he smiles, his iconic annoyingly beautiful smile that irritates you to the core. You shouldn't notice water droplets trickling down his Adam's apple and fading into his wet, transparent shirt, but you do, it's very much clear to your eyes, and you internally cuss yourself for it, before hissing out a reply, ❝What even made you think that I'll consider you as a guest?❞ you slam the files shut that are open around you and minimize the mail.

The rain must have been heavy, you think to yourself. If not, Ten would never come to your mansion willingly since you hated him with a burning passion, and you have your reasons. He's your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend. Things didn't work out when both of you had to compete for the CEO position at Lush Fashion House. It was a battle for power that crumbled your relationship, causing the break-up. Harsh words had enough damage to both of you. Both of your families weren't aware of it, and you wanted to keep it like that, acting like you are so in love (you are, actually but so blinded by the power to admit it) for their peace of mind, but all that happened didn't mean you didn't love him. You did, you do, and you always will, but it's just not meant to be. It's not happily ever after, and you hated that.

Your socks clad feet curls up when they touch the freezing cold floor, making you curse. Ten chuckles, as he follows you out of your built-in office, ❝Come on, Y/N. We are co-CEOs, and we share a very special bond❞ he licks his lips, not hiding the fact he's staring at your exposed legs. You could feel his eyes on you and even his hand when he grabs you by your waist. You try not to melt under his touches, but it's hard, too hard to resist him when you love him yet hate him.

❝Stop with your bullshit, Lee. That was a one time thing❞ you push him away, hissing at him again, ❝But it wasn't one time, kitten❞ he whispers, arms curling around you again, cold fingers settling under your beige shirt. You flick his forehead and shoving him away from you, ❝It should have been! So the second time is a mistake, and so is the third, fourth, and every single time❞ you laugh coldly, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants and your oversized black shirt. You throw the towel at him, placing the clothes in your bed, and you walk out, trying to ignore him, as he strips off his shirt.

You go back to your office, falling into your soft blankets piled up in your spare cot. You can hear soft steps entering the room, you scowl, not bothering to look at his irritatingly handsome face. For a minute or so, the room is quiet, and you get chills when he starts speaking in his sultry voice, ❝If us fucking was a mistake, I'd do it again and again❞ you roll onto your back, shivering either from the coldness of the rain or his way with words. He joins you without even bothering to ask because he knows that you'd give in. You're weak for him, like that. He knows the right switches to flick on, and he does it all the time. He curls against you, his bare torso rubs against your back and arms circle you, ❝Put on fucking shirt, Lee❞ you weakly hiss, masking your gasp, and squirming out of his arms, but you can't and you didn't want to when he's too comfortable, to snuggle in, to bury your face into his chest like you always loved. You're letting him in, letting to be in control, submitting to him, and you know that he knows with the way he grins mischievously, ❝Why kitten? Do I still affect you? Thought you hated me. Thought you'd never let me touch you after we broke up❞ his silky smooth voice is teasing, as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and caressing your burning skin.

❝T-Ten, peo-ple, there are peo-ple he-re❞ you gasp out, your skin turns red, a darker shade and droplets of sweat starts forming on your skin, and Ten chuckles breathily, his fingers wandering further in, tracing the skin gently, ❝We aren't doing anything, kitten. Why are you so concerned about people in the house?❞ he smirks, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing wet kisses. ❝Or do you want me to do something?❞ he nibbles at the skin under your jawline. You quietly moan, arching your back lightly, moist palms crunching the blanket.

❝N-No❞ you stutter, when you feel his erection through his boxers, you curl into a ball, red in the face embarrassed with how wet you are for him, just from his voice and not-so-innocent touches, ❝The truth, Kitten. I don't like my kitten lying to me❞ he husks, turning you to face him. You don't even try to resist, becoming like a puppet in his arms.

❝Answer, Kitten. Don't keep me waiting❞ he chuckles, placing your hand over his tattoo, since you always loved it. You moan, as he drags your hand down but he isn't leading it, it's you who traces his flawless skin, and now you see it, his boxers do nothing to hide his painfully semi-hard member, ❝Touch me, Ten❞ you mutter quietly, ❝Fuck me till I pass out. Fuck me till I forget my name- just fuck me❞ you know the more that you beg, the more he loses control. You don't even why you are doing this anyway, but it's amusing to watch his cool, laid-back attitude dissolving in front of you, crumbling at your words.

❝You shouldn't give me so much power, Kitten❞ he growls, the few buttons holding your shirt together hits the ground, but you are too distracted to care, when he hovers over and joins his lips to yours in a steamy kiss, ripping of the remaining clothes from your body. The air in the room is alarmingly hot than earlier and Ten looks like a predator cornering his prey, and you are his prey, his carnal hunger hasn't been satiated without you and there's only very little he can do with his hands.

❝Kitten, you have two choices❞ he eases his middle finger into your core with a cruel grin, you choke out a moan, clenching around his finger, ❝Fuck you to the point you can't walk straight for weeks❞ he pecks your lips, with that same grin, and pushes two fingers together, ❝or eat you out till you writhe around and beg me to stop❞ you hiss, adjusting to his fingers without complaining like you used to do, because even three fingers won't help you adjust to his size.

❝Bo-th. I wa-nt both❞ you whimper, your palms going over your face, but he stops you with a devilish grin, thrusting his fingers to brush your prostrate. You scream out his name, twisting and turning in his hold but he doesn't mind it, ❝Don't be greedy, Kitten. You can't handle it❞ he whispers with his damned smile, sending chills throughout your body, ❝I-I ca-n❞ you fight back, but you don't know if you can.

Now you regret after a few seconds, seeing his signature smirk, stripping off his boxers, ❝In proper words, then, Kitten. What do you want me to do?❞ he demands, his voice strict laced with lust, eyes dark and sinful, and lips, luscious red lips sucking her neck, you whine but you do, because dom Ten is scary if disobeyed, ❝Eat m-me out a-nd the-n fu-ck me till I can't wa-lk❞

His hold on your plush thighs is strong enough to leave marks, you couldn't give a damn about it with the way he licks between your folds, igniting your insides on fire, you moan out, cheeks already tear-stricken and red, pink lips quivering, begging but you don't know what you're begging for, you clench your thighs together but he keeps them in place, and sucking even more when you clench. He sucks on your clit, tasting the precum dripping out of your core, ❝Sweet❞ he mutters, pushing his tongue inside you as you come, falling apart for the fourth time, moaning pitifully and eyes filled with hot tears, whimpering every second.

Everything is sensitive. Every touch of his is like burning your skin with pain and pleasure. He wipes his lips, licking the white liquid, and gets ready to go down on you again with a sadistic glint in his eyes, ❝No mo-re, Ten no. Can't. Ple-ase no. I can't han-dle any-more❞ he groans, as his fully hard member twitches visibly when you beg.

❝Kitten, one last time. Let me fuck you senseless to finish your request❞ he rolls on a condom, and pushes himself inside, thrusting roughly into your core. You hiss, pleasure is blinding with your wet core, red and sensitive. His pace is slow and gentle at the start, but he turns ruthless at some point, almost to the point of breaking you.

Your screams of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping against skin creates the perfect music he loves, ❝Ah-too mu-ch Ten, too mu-ch❞ you scream, tears falling endlessly wetting your cheeks again, when he keeps brushing your prostrate, over-stimulating you. He doesn't even bother about the tears, like he said he fucks you senseless. You come with a choked scream, crumbling under him, barely conscious yet he keeps going, railing you without a pause.

❝Red! Te-n, no more! Red! 'm sorry. Too mu-ch ❞ you scream, heaving out choked out breaths. The stinging pain is coursing through your lower body. Ten freezes on hearing the safeword, and he realizes how much he had been careless with you, he presses his lips all over your face, kissing the tears off, and he slowly pulls out, ❝ca-n't, no mo-re❞ you hiss in pain, scrunching up your face with tears falling down. It's takes a second for him to get his mind together, ❝Baby, don't be sorry. You shouldn't be. I should've been careful❞ he kisses you full on lips, distracting you from the numbing pain, ❝I'm sorry, baby. I should've been gentle❞ he whispers, lifting you up in his arms, ❝Shh. Just clean me up and put me to sleep❞ you mutter voice hoarse, and your eyes droop as you fall asleep in his arms.

❝Lee Y/N, you did not just resign!❞ Ten barges into your room, door slamming to the wall. You knew this is the reaction you would get, and you answer nonchalantly, closing your laptop with a grin, ❝Oops, but I just did❞

❝You always wanted to be the CEO!❞ he whines, making you chuckle sweetly, and corner him to the wall, ❝I wanted control, Lee. And I control the CEO❞ you whisper, pressing your lips to his.

: MYST

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Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (WayV / NCT / SuperM) Kinky Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single

Requested: Yes

Requester: /

Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

Stage Name: Ten

Group: WayV / NCT / SuperM

DOB: 27.02.1996

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFJ

Sun Sign: Pisces

Chinese Sign: Fire Rat

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: NCT (All sub-units)

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

Ten (NCT / WayV / SuperM)

DOB: 27.02.1996 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Pisces Chinese Sign: Fire Rat Life Path Number: 9

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): Dark Wood Tarot

Position - XX Judgement

Ten is not really the type for a power play in a relationship. He likes to dance in synchronicity with his partner when dating. He might occasionally take the lead when the situation calls for it but he has no problem to follow his lover either if they feel better in a more dominant position. He’s not likely to take a submissive role, though. While he acknowledges his lover’s authority and will look up to them at certain life aspects, Ten is not to be bossed around. He doesn’t get bratty, he’s more the type to just sit down with his partner and have a serious and sensible talk with them to clarify each other’s boundaries and responsibilities. In general, Ten seems to be pretty wise and sensible about the relationship dynamics as a whole, he seems to be very mature in this aspect.

Libido - VIII Strength

Are you noticing all the major arcana cards? Ten certainly has some powerful aura. His passions and desires are strong but they don’t control him, he’s in charge of them. I have mentioned that Ten seems to be pretty mature and it applies to his libido as well. While he’s no stranger to strong lust, he’s not likely to act foolish or haste under its influence. He’s likely to enjoy slow building up of the tension, creating the atmosphere and lengthy foreplay in order to deliver the best and most pleasurable performance. I can also see Ten being rather responsible when it comes to sex and he’s likely to be very mindful about it and take precaution when needed. Ten won’t be caught off guard or in the middle of something, he’s likely to prefer making love in private.

Turn On - XVIII The Moon

Ten might have a thing for lovers who give enigmatic or even mysterious vibe. He’s likely to intuitively seek for those who are not shy or uncertain about their own sexuality and can enjoy it with confidence. The Moon card is more likely to suggest female lovers, although it’s not a rule. The feminine aspect is prominent. Ten might often feel subconsciously pulled towards his lovers and feel strong attraction on both physical and emotional level. He’s not very likely to have a particular type but his person will always be in some way highly attractive for him and the attractive aspects are likely to vary from person to person. While Ten might feel utterly charmed by one person’s eyes, for example, he will feel strongly pulled to somebody else because of the sound of their voice. He simply always finds something utterly irresistible about his lovers.

Kink - 7 of Wands

Ten is likely to have a thing for playful fights or verbal sparring with his lover. The tension caused by a soft battle between him and his special person is what gets him going and wakes his lust up. Ten is not the warrior type when it comes to serious everyday life but he will appreciate a lover who won’t make things easy for him in the bedroom. The thrill is in the chase for him and Ten likes to get pushed and pulled and scratched even when pursuing his prey. The shadow aspect of this card speaks of victimhood and it’s possible that if the mood is right, Ten might have a thing for degradation as well. He’s not likely to speak in that manner to his lover but he might find it hot if his lover does.

Dirty Secret - 9 of Pentacles

Ten gives a very open and extroverted impression in public but his secret might be the fact that he’s actually a really private person. He does share a lot about himself but everything he shares has gone through filters and none of it is something he wouldn’t want others to know and it just slipped. Such accidents don’t happen to Ten much as he’s pretty guarded. He might prefer his romantic relationships to remain secret and hidden from the public eye as he simply considers them his private and precious thing.

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The Confused One

Ten

Characters: Ten x male reader

Warnings: anxiety to the maximum, questioning of sexuality i guess, controlling and manipulative parents, existential crisis mentions, sex mentions/implications but nothing too serious, bad influence Ten, mentions of cheating (though the couple doesn’t really care for each other anyways so🤷🏻‍♀️), mentions of forced/arranged marriages, crying and couple fighting, i think that’s it but let me know if i missed anything!

Author’s Note: the ending is kinda word vomit so I’m gonna go back through it in a few days when i have time. Other than that, what do you guys think?

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

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The Confused One: Part 1

Mostly anxiety and 🥀 with a teeny tiny bit of 💋 if you squint.

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‘Am I making you feel good?’

Truth be told, you felt terrible. You felt like a horrible person. You felt like you were just another guy letting his dick do the thinking instead of his head. But you couldn’t admit that to him out loud.

‘Fuck- yes!’

The dry chuckle you heard from the boy behind you made you feel like you needed to throw up. This wasn’t you. It couldn’t be you. But it was.

‘I know baby.’

His words sent shivers down your aching spine. Every part of you yearned for him. Every cell in you wanted him to want you the way you wanted him. But that was wrong, so so fucking wrong.

‘Are you close?’

You couldn’t help it. Your girlfriend hardly gave you the time of day. You tried to be understanding and rational given your situation with her. But you needed the release she so frequently denied you and he was willingly dangling it in front of you, it was yours for the taking.

‘I- I need to come!’

Waves of lightning shot through every one of your veins deliciously as you felt your body shake back your orgasm. You'd never been touched the way he was touching you. You’d never been used the way he was using you. You'd never felt the way you felt with him. You knew you shouldn’t give in. But you just couldn’t stop yourself.

‘Of course you do love.’

Part of you hated how sweet he sounded. The butterflies fluttering throughout your belly at his sentence should’ve made you hate yourself. But it only made you like him even more.

‘Now, are you gonna be a good boy and come for me?’

You wanted to cry. The pleasure he was forcing on you and the guilt your mind was making you feel was all too much for you to handle. You shouldn’t have been there. You should’ve been at home studying. But you chose to be with him instead.

Though, just as you felt your body start to convulse in the constant jolting it so desperately craved, an all too familiar sound started buzzing through your ears and your eyes you’d thought you’d closed due to the pure ecstasy you’d been enduring shot open in shock.

The all too familiar decorum of your boring beige room cascading throughout your line of sight had begun being a painful reminder of just how much you’d wished your dreams were real.

“They could be,” Ten had promised you when you mentioned your secret shame to him during one of your many midnight rendezvous, “You just have to say the word.”

You rolled your eyes at the burning memory and the charming boys' tempting words. As if you’d ever get the option to back out of your sad sham of a life you were living.

But that was Ten, the ever so care free and unpredictable boy who changed the course of his own destiny on the turn of a dime. He’d never understand why things had to stay the way they were for you.

Then again, he lived a completely different life than he lived. Not just because you were a goody goody and he just, well, wasn’t. But because he had different problems than you did. After the two of you had gotten together, you began corresponding with one another daily. After months of confiding in each other over just about every thought, feeling, and experience you had, he eventually told you he was a werewolf.

Of course you didn’t believe him at first. And Why would you? It sounded ridiculous at the time. It even sounded ridiculous when he took his contacts out to show you his strangely inhuman eye color. It wasn’t until he actually shifted in front of you that you had actually come to terms with what he said being the truth.

Not that the truth changed much. You needed a little time to get over the idea of fairytales and fables possibly being true but once you had, you realized he was still the same Ten you had come to know and love.

He was still kind and caring, still funny and charming. He still made you smile in a way you weren’t sure you ever did before he came around. He still lit up your world in a way no one else ever seemed to be able to. He still made you feel things no one else ever had or probably ever would. And he still made your pathetically dull and plain life worth something for the first time.

Everything with him was so simple. His chaos was the perfect fit to your calm. His crazy was steadied by your levelheadedness. He brought fire to your life and you brought water to his. Being with him would be as easy as breathing. But it just wasn’t meant to be.

Sure, in a perfect world you’d love to be with him. But your parents would never allow your little affair to continue if they knew it existed. Not only did Ten bring the exact opposite of everything their plans for you represented, he was also untouchable in their eyes for people like them.

Ten was a practicing Buddhist foreigner from Thailand. He was in the right economic class as you which might have helped when it came to him being a foreigner to your snotty parents sure. But even if his family did have a pretty big privy purse to match the extravagant scenery his country was known for, it didn’t change two simple facts: 1. He was a boy and 2. Your parents were freakishly religious Christians.

They would rather be killed than let their only beloved son be with a non-christian, non-Korean, party boy. You could almost hear the disapproval dripping from their voices as you thought of what would happen if you told them what you really wanted of your life.

‘No son of ours will make a mockery of this family by being with the likes of him.’

You felt massively naive for not realizing how ridiculously uptight and homophobic they were when you were younger. The reality only dawned on you when you realized just how much more you liked being with Ten than your own girlfriend, something you tried to keep under wraps as much as possible.

But you were positive the fact became apparently to her the first time you had all hung out together when you brought her new ‘friend’ over for a project and she noted just how quickly you became friendly with the Thai boy, a rather odd occurance considering how painfully shy you were by nature.

Still, she said nothing and pretended to see nothing. All the nights you snuck out to see him, all the times you left the room to take a call so you could hear his voice, all the hurried messages you’d type and send to him throughout the day while blocking your phone screen from view. She acted as though she hadn’t noticed your growing affections for him and that all was going on as normal with your relationship.

You weren’t too shocked by the move. You had both realized long ago that you weren’t in love with each other but rather created a compromised friendship in the hopes of making the best of a bad situation. If you weren’t weary about whether or not she’d break your big secret to either of your parents accidentally, you would’ve openly even told her about it. You hated lying and sneaking around her back because you knew it wasn’t respectful. But you felt you just didn’t have another choice. You just couldn’t risk it.

So, like many morning before your current one, you quickly got up from your bed, your girlfriend still snoring softly from her side of your shared mattress, and bolted to the bathroom to clean yourself and your shame up.

As you washed away the sticky substance that had accumulated against your abdomen while your shower head pelted your body with hot divets of water, Ten’s words kept playing through your mind like a broken record.

‘You just have to say the word.’

If only your life could be that easy.

——

“Oh,” Your girlfriend, Hae, groggily spoke from bed while rubbing her eyes as you emerged from the bathroom of your apartment with your towel draped across your waist, “You’re up already.”

You gave her a polite, albeit awkward, smile and nodded, “Yeah, I uh- woke up early again and figured instead of sleeping I should just try to get a fast start on the day, you know,” You lied, going to your dresser to rummage through it so you could find yourself some clothes to wear.

She bowed her head in understanding as she watched you go about the room so you could get ready. Observing you was something she did a lot, it was another reason you just knew she already knew about you and Ten, but that didn’t mean it made you any less nervous.

Being around her, even when you were children, had always made you nervous and on edge. Then again being around people usually made you feel that way. Well, people aside from Ten that is.

“We’re supposed to have dinner with your parents tonight,” She reminded you, breaking the uneasy silence that had rested throughout the air causing you to jerk your eyes away from buttoning your pants and bringing them up to look at her in horror.

“D-Dinner? W-What dinner?” You stuttered.

She mumbled something about you never remembering anything before she exhaustedly ran her fingers through her hair, “The dinner your mom texted you about the other day. You know, the one where she said they wanted to talk to us about something important? Ring a bell?”

Your eyes widened even further. It did ring a bell. Mostly because you remembered sheer panic spreading through your body as you received and read the message. Your parents hardly ever actually saw you except on holiday breaks now that you were in college. So when your mother texted you out of the blue and requested the four of you have a meal together, you couldn’t help but be so worried about what their intentions were for the dinner that you forgot all the details you had discussed.

“O-oh yeah,” You thickly swallowed the whine ready to pass through your throat, “Y-Yeah I remember. But- uh remind me again what time it was scheduled for exactly…?”

Hae rolled her eyes at you in disbelief, clearly no more excited for the event than you were, “It’s at 6pm ____. And you know if we’re late there’ll be hell to pay,” She added with a raised brow, getting up out of bed to throw on her own clothes for class, “So you need to make sure that whatever it is you were planning on doing at that time tonight gets moved to another time okay?”

Okay, you were 100% positive she knew about what you had been up to considering you had originally been planning on seeing your secret boyfriend at that exact time later.

“Yeah,” You tried to play it cool, “yeah of course. I won’t be late I promise.”

You truly meant what you said. You didn’t want her to be stuck stalling with your annoyingly boring and judgmental parents while you went out and had fun. If she knew about your little other life and was willing to keep it mum, then you figured the least you could do was have her back when it came to dealing with them.

“I hope not. Because if I have to listen to your father talk about the importance of cosmetic surgery as you age again I’m gonna throw myself out the second story window,” She laughed, causing you to force out a small chuckle of amusement as you planned out how you were gonna tell your boyfriend you couldn’t meet up with him because you and your girlfriend were going to meet up with your parents, who’d never approve of him and could never know of him, for dinner.

——

“Seriously?” Ten practically growled through gritted teeth as you sat and ate a very late lunch across from him on a patch of grass that was just out of view from your university’s campus.

To say you felt bad was a bit of an understatement. You had originally just decided it was best to just tell him you had to reschedule your little date, if you could even call it that, for another time because something came up. But, as he always seemed to have a way of getting you to open up about any and everything, you ended up telling him the whole story.

You told him you had forgotten about dinner with your parents, that they would probably hate him if they knew he existed or was in your life in any capacity let alone a romantic one, that you didn’t want to go but had to because you didn’t want your girlfriend to suffer through it alone, and that your girlfriend seemed to already know about the two of you being together and didn’t seem to care. And of course as you originally assumed, he was pissed at the explanation you gave.

“If she already knows about us then why are you still even with her?” He quizzed with a hint of venom lacing his tone, his true eye color beginning to seep through his fake contacts.

All you could do was let out a deep sigh, “You know why.”

But your answer only seemed to aggravate him more. He stood from his cross cross position on the grass and stared down at you with now fully crimson eyes, this time with flaring nostrils, claws beginning to elongate from his fingers, and a jaw so clenched you were sure his teeth would break.

“No I don’t know why!” He protested, clearly doing what he could to contain his anger for your sake, though you also knew he couldn’t help some of it.

After you had come to terms with werewolves being real and with actually knowing one, Ten answered just about every question you could think of involving them.

He practically gave you lessons on imprinting and mating. He talked about a really weird time when wolves got super sexually aggressive called rut. He had you meet his pack and disclosed to you how pack business and connections worked, that’s also when you found out your favorite student was not only in said pack but also mated to Ten’s baby sister along with another one of their ‘brothers.’

But most importantly, he told you all about shifting. You realized his claws and teeth could grow whenever he wished and that his body even rejected the contacts he used to cover his eyes so often he had to change them multiple times in a day to keep people from seeing their true color. He explained the whole ‘changing during a full moon’ thing was complete horse crap and that they could change at will, at least, most of the time.

You knew when he got too emotional, whether it was good or bad emotional, he could end up shifting out of instinct. And he cautioned you that people could get hurt when that happened, much like his sister Minnie apparently had when her mates fought over her and lost control. Though he swore he would do whatever he could to keep a similar situation from happening to you, not that you were ever really worried about it considering Ten was the only person in the world who made you feel safe and secure.

But as he towered toward you, part of you did start to get a little worried, even if it was only for a moment, he could turn into a super strong giant animal after all while you were just a weaker than most human he could crush with one paw.

As angry as he had worked himself up to be and as much as you tried to not show your fear, he noticed you shrink into yourself and turned away from you to collect himself. He may have been mad and hurt, but he didn’t want to scare or frighten you.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand why he was so upset. Sure you were still in a relationship, but what did it really matter to him if you were or not?

You always thought you had felt for him maybe a tad more than he felt for you anyways. Thanks to your newfound werewolf knowledge, you figured it was because at any moment he could imprint on a passerbyer and he’d have to dump you so he distanced himself. It stung, really stung actually, but it was what it was and you knew that.

You thought you both did. That’s why whenever he talked about wanting you to give up your current life and try for a new one with him you didn’t really entertain the idea much at all, even if you really wanted to. You were just a human who had trouble controlling emotions and severing ties and he was a werewolf who’d have no control over who fate decided to pair him up with.

Having to reschedule sucked yeah, but it wasn’t like the love of his life was blowing him off for someone else and telling him they could never be together.

Ten never told you he imprinted on you. He figured it was a lot for someone as nervous as you to take in all at once. So he decided to wait until he thought you were ready for it.

He always figured once you told your girlfriend or she found out about your little affair, the two of you would finally get to be together fully. But he was wrong.

Now you didn’t know you blowing him off for someone else and telling him you could never be together was crushing him. You didn’t know the reason tears were now flowing freely down his face was because it felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest at your so nonchalant refusal to leave your girlfriend. You didn’t know you were the love of his life.

“I don’t know why it has to be like this and i don’t think it’s fair for it to be happening,” Ten said just above a whisper, barely audible to your human ears.

You called his name to get his attention, but he seemed cemented in his place and wouldn’t move. You tried once more and received no response once more.

So you eventually got up from your spot on the ground hesitantly and gently laid your hand on his shoulder, “Ten?”

Finally, he turned himself around to face you. That’s when you saw his tear stained cheeks and pulled him in for a hug instinctually and without thinking.

He was quick to return it, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buried himself against you and sobbed ‘it’s not fair’ over and over in English.

Ten hadn’t meant to start crying in front of you. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have so easily let himself be wrapped up in your arms. But he couldn’t stop himself once the pain of you basically telling him you wouldn’t leave your girlfriend even if she knew the truth.

Because it meant he’d still have to share you. He’d still only get partial moments with you and not full ones. He’d still have to restrain himself from grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers between yours in public. You’d still be saying goodnight and good morning to someone else that wasn’t him. You’d still be sleeping with and sharing the same bed with someone who wasn’t himself.

You acting like your girlfriend knowing about the two of you changed nothing meant he’d have to keep living a hallow life in the shadows while your girlfriend got to keep living a filling life in the light with you. It hurt him in a way he wasn’t ready for and so he broke down. And instead of pulling away from you like he should’ve if he had been stronger, his heartbroken inner wolf yearned for your touch and gave in to you holding him.

When he was upset normally, you were who he’d turn to to comfort him. Now that he was faced with the harsh reality of having to hide your love from the rest of the world, you were the only person that could make him feel even remotely better.

——

After about half an hour of crying and sobbing, Ten eventually calmed down enough to relax back down to your original spots. You apologized for having to see each other again at another time and promised to make it up to him, something he unconvincingly responded to with ‘okay.’

And, while it made your chest hurt to know he was still so upset over something you really had no control over, time had gotten away from you and you soon had to leave him to get ready for dinner.

And dinner was going okay enough. You had arrived together with Hae on time, dressed sharper than you had been earlier in the day as per your parents usual dress code. Even though the food you knew there was no way either of your parents cooked was good, the conversation was as dull as the day was long. That is, until desert came and your father halted everyone from digging in to their treats.

“____, I’m sure the two of you are wondering why your mother and I wanted you and Hae over today,” Your father accurately pointed out, taking another sip of his brandy with a light hiss.

You cleared your throat to keep your voice steady after having it go unused for most of the evening due to your parents obsessing need to talk about themselves, “Yes father, I suppose we are.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even really like your dad all that much. Even more truthfully, you didn’t really like either of your parents all that much, but you disliked your dad’s personality more than your mother’s.

Sure, your mother had no idea what quality family time or house work/chores were, she had maids and nanny’s hired especially for all that, but at least she put in the effort to send you a text message every now and then to make sure you were still alive. You were pretty sure you’d never once received any form of distant communication from your father.

So listening to him go on and on about his work and how all your friends must’ve been jealous of you for how much money your parents made really made you want to cave into your seat and disappear.

Your father was quick to glance over to your mother, who strangely gave him a nod of approval before he continued on, “Well ____ my son, your mother and I, as well as Hae’s parents, believe it time the two of you finally get married and start a family.”

Hae, who had just been in the middle of swallowing some much needed wine, began coughing aggressively while you stared up at your beaming parents in pure confusion.

“W-What…?” You barely murmured out just as your girlfriend managed to get her coughing under control and began to question ‘come again?’

Your father let out a hardy laugh while your mother mustered a strangled giggle, “Marriage son. Then children. Just as we planned remember?”

You shook your head as if to shake out all the unpleasant feelings beginning to build up in your stomach, “N-No. W-We planned for later father. Much much later.”

“Yeah. We weren’t supposed to do any of that till after we both graduated and had our careers where we needed them to be.” Hae confirmed.

But it seemed it didn’t matter much to your parents what had been originally scheduled anymore, “Yes we know that children,” Your mother ever so nonlovingly replied with an eye roll, “But the plans have changed.”

The fact that she said something so life changing so casually and finished her sentence by taking another rather chill sip of her expensive wine only made your stomach churn that much more. That meant they had already had their mind’s dead set on the idea.

They went on to explain that your maternal grandfather was getting sick, very sick. And it seemed that his dying wish was that his only grandchild be settled down and married, hopefully with a child on the way, before he passed. Which meant your parents had to have their plan jump started a little, or you would say a lot, sooner than anticipated.

Your father told you that the two of you would be married as soon as your mother could put together a lavish enough wedding to impress their friends and that afterwards, you would switch universities to one closer to the house they would get ready for you and you would finish your degrees there. He also stressed the need and want for a child as soon as the two of you were happily, though not by either you or Hae’s standards, married.

You were unsure of what was going on for the rest of the night, but you could guess based on where your parents' statements were heading. You started to feel dizzy and flushed and essentially blacked out the remainder of your visit with them so you wouldn’t burst into tears right then and there. It wasn’t until you and Hae managed to get to your car that you finally broke down.

Part of you expected her to be upset with you for not at least pretending to be happy when the two of you were together. The other part thought she might even be pissed at you for doing something as childish as crying. But to your shock, when you looked over to your right, she had the same drops of despair rolling down to her chin.

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like forever, just staring off into the distance as tear after tear was shed in mourning of your previously mediocre lives. You never know what you had until it’s gone.

“What in the hell are we going to do?”

——

“No! You can’t!” Ten declared loudly with a stomp, almost as if the small childlike protest would help change what was to come.

But, as much as you wish it would, you knew that it wouldn’t change a thing. Your fate was set in stone long ago.

You let out a long winded sigh and ran a shakey hand through your hair while you tried to find something to focus on to ground your never ending nerves, “I don’t have any other choice Ten.”

After having fallen asleep after a night’s worth of dry heaving and silent sobbing, you called him the next morning to tell him you needed to speak with him about something important. Once you’d met up in your usual spot in the woods just off your university’s campus, you told him all about the previous night and what had happened with your parents at dinner. And he was clearly taking the news about as well as you and Hae were taking it.

“There’s always a choice!” Ten practically yelled at you, doing his best to hold back both the pathetic whines threatening to spill out of his mouth and the burning tears trying to pour past his waterlines, “You can tell them no! You can say-say you don’t want to! Y-You can call it off!”

You still didn’t fully understand why he was so upset over you having to get married and break things off. Sure you’d been sleeping together and all, but it wasn’t like you’d be together forever. You both had known that since you’d started your little hang outs and midnight rendezvous.

He’d eventually have broken up with you when he found his mate and you’d eventually have had to cut contact with him when you got married. That was just how it was and you thought you’d both been pretty clear about that.

Even though part of you never wanted to leave his side and would’ve preferred to at least keep him in your life once you’d had to get married, you could never do that to your girlfriend.

Hae was many things, but a bad person wasn’t one of them. She didn’t deserve to have an unfaithful husband or to be reminded of his past infidelities by having your ex-lover brought around all the time.

Still, seeing Ten so hurt broke a piece of you. You had fallen for him the night of the party and ever since seeing him in any sort of distress made you went to smother him with kisses and cuddle him until he felt better.

So the only thing your heart could think to do was apologize to him, even though you hadn’t actually done anything to him to warrant one in the first place, “This is just the way it’s supposed to go. I can’t do anything about it. I’m sorry.”

Ten just scoffed at you like you had just spit in his face directly.

“No, don't you get it?!” He tried to question with an angry tone, but really it came off as more desperate sounding if anything, “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go!”

The statement caught you off guard. You were standing in the middle of a forest clearing doing your best to hold yourself together to break things off with the guy you had such strong feelings for you couldn’t separate yourself from him for much longer than a few hours. You were trying to do the right thing by being nice and apologetic while he started freaking out on you. Like he was the one who got the short end of the rotted stick that was your life.

How was that fair? You were the one who had to marry someone you didn’t love. You were the one who had to give up the one good thing you’d managed to ever find in your life. You were the one who had to be a stand up guy, a good son.

If you were anyone else, you’d have been able to pick your own friends growing up. If you were any other kid on the block, you wouldn’t have been forced into an arranged marriage. If you were like any other college student, you’d have been able to pick your university or your own major. If you had been literally any fucking body else in the world, you’d be able to fall in love with someone and stay in love and with them for as long as you lived. So how was any of what he was saying fair to you?

You could see why he would maybe be a little bummed, hell, you could maybe even see him being a bit sad you’d have to break things off. But why the hell was it supposed to just be so cool that he could pretend you were being the bad guy and deny what you were saying?

You’d tried being kind and you’d attempted being amicable and understanding. But his sentence ran through your heart quicker than a damn bullet train. ‘This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go.’

As if he knew anything about what life meant for you going forward.

Why did he get to stand there and act like you were the bad guy? Why should he get to pretend you got a choice in anything? Why was he able to question you or make you feel bad? What was he losing? He’d eventually get a happily ever after, you wouldn’t. He’d get to live the life he wanted, you wouldn’t. He’d get to grow old with the love of his life, you would never get that.

“And how do you know that?” Your demeanor changed from your usual passive self to a rather defensive one as your hands closed into a fist and clenched tightly, “You’re the one that doesn’t get it!” You chuckled dryly, leaving Ten dumbfounded as you towered over him, “I don’t like this anymore than you do!” Your voice began getting louder and higher pitched the more you spoke, “And neither does Hae for that matter! But there is no calling it off!” You finished, your body beginning to tremble in aggravation and frustration as you stared down your boyfriend.

It only took glaring at him for a few seconds for you to notice that he’d semi-sunk into his shoes at your new found sudden confidence to speak your mind. He almost looked rather… frightened that you’d finally managed to obtain a backbone.

But as overwhelmed and overworked with the situation as you were, you couldn’t let someone you cared so much about stay so obviously worried over your current state and not at least try to hold back some of your rage.

So you managed to turn yourself around and sit your lanky figure down on a fallen over tree log to calm yourself down, or at very least make yourself look less menacing. Not that you probably were to him in all reality since he was a werewolf that could rip you to shreds easily if he wanted to after all. But you wanted to show him it was your life you were truly mad at, not him.

“Not all of us have a plan literally designed by fucking date to give us happiness like werewolves do,” you whispered as you threw your head into your hands, “Us humans get whatever the fuck life throws at us and unfortunately for me this is it,” you began to muffley sob behind your hands, unable to keep your true emotions back any longer, “I don’t get a mate like you and your friends. I don’t get to be happy with one person i love for the rest of my life like you. I get whatever my parents plan for me or I’m fucking screwed,” after that, you cried hard over and over about life being unfair and how you didn’t want it anymore than he did until your throat hurt.

You couldn’t help it. Your life as you knew it before him was already intolerable and the one good thing, the one fucking thing you’d managed to find to bring some happiness to yourself was being taken away from you because you had to be a decent human being. You were close to having a full on mental breakdown at that point. And because he just happened to be around you, your boyfriend had to be the one to listen to you choked wails and curses as you cracked at the seams.

It wasn’t until you felt Ten’s nimble hand lay against your back and his warmth sit still next to you that you began to collect yourself enough to speak like a regular person again, “I hate fate for putting me in this position! I hate my parents for forcing shit on me I don't want!” You whimpered in a pout, Ten drying your eyes with the pads of his thumb before shushing you and bringing your head into the apex of his neck to comfort you.

Not that it helped much, because now that the flood gates were broken, you couldn’t help but vocalize everything that had been truly bothering you since you’d met him. It also didn’t help that the angle he had you in was also a bit awkward due to your height difference, which meant you were a little uncomfortable when you breathed too hard and jerking in his hold.

“A-And I hate you for dangling happiness right in front of my fucking face knowing i can’t do shit about it! I hate myself for fucking letting myself fall in love with you w-when i can’t fucking have you!” You turned and sniffled to look into his shoulder, too ashamed to hold your face against him while you told him how you really felt, “I fucking hate this whole situation more than you or my parents or Hae or anyone else will ever know,” you let the now tired tears slide down your cheeks and chin onto his nicely ironed dress shirt.

As you let a deafening silence fall over you because Ten didn’t react to your confession, you couldn’t help but think how you always liked when he dressed up even nicer than he usually did when he saw you. It made you feel like he wanted to put in the extra effort to be even more presentable for you and gave you the most ecstatic butterflies in your stomach thinking the man you loved cared that much about you.

Though in the current moment, it only made your chest ache even more knowing you’d probably never get that feeling again, “But it doesn’t fucking matter! None of that fucking matters because my life as I know it is o-over and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it!” You stuttered as you exhaustedly cried against the smaller boy like a defeated child.

You clung to Ten like you were going to fall away from the earth if you let go of him. You didn’t know when or even if you’d ever be able to hold him so tightly again. So you refused to release him from your grip even when you began letting the tired sobs wreck through your weakened body.

But after a few minutes of you hiccuping and whining, the small Thai boy finally pulled together enough courage to speak, still keeping you tight against him as he spoke softly, “Y-You love me?”

What kind of dumb ass question was that? You couldn’t help but push yourself off his shoulder and jerk back to stare at his face, your own no doubt red from the constant tears and hyperventilating, “Oh fuck off!” You used language you wouldn’t have normally used to show him your annoyance at his statement, then again, you weren’t normally in the position to lose someone you loved as much as you loved Ten, “Don’t act all shocked now! If you didn’t notice it before then you’re as big a moron as I am for letting myself get caught up with you!”

You never really meant to be so informal or improper, it just wasn’t how you were raised to be. Even when you were upset, though you’d let out a few swear words out of frustration, you’d never actually told someone to fuck off. Nor had you ever called someone as impolite a name as moron before.

But Ten had a way of bringing out a side of you you had never thought existed before. It’s one of the things you’d grown to love about him. And one of the things you’d miss the most about him.

Barely above a whisper, you heard Ten stutter, “I-I though- I mean, I- I didn’t know…”

You used the sleeves of your cardigan you had thrown on before you left your house to wipe off your face in an attempt to look a bit more presentable and stable, not that it worked much considering how roughly you had been crying only moments prior. But you had to try.

“Well now you do, happy?” You asked rhetorically, looking down to the forest floor at your feet as you tried to figure out what to do now that you had let your true colors show.

Though once an awkward and slightly uncomfortable silence, something you’d never experienced before with Ten as you’d never ran out of things to say with him before, took place for longer than a minute, your body went into survival mode and did what it always did when things got awkward: ramble.

“It’s not like it changes shit for you anyways,” you tried to half heartedly joke to lighten the mood, “You still get to imprint and love and be happy and ride off into the sunset and all the bullshit I read about in books.”

Learning was always a love of yours. You and the others around you considered yourself a bookworm for it. Some of your favorite stories involved good ending romances. A small part of you had secretly hoped that maybe your relationship with Ten would receive the happy ending you in your stories that you so deeply craved. But fairytales were just make believe. Your own current desperate situation was living proof of that.

“I don’t because I have to get married because a forced arranged marriage is the best thing someone like me is ever gonna get,” You sighed, picking at your finger nails out of nervous habit while trying to keep the once more burning feeling in your eyes from making matters worse as you let out the words.

Because admitting it all out loud stung almost as much as keeping it all in. Really, what other choice did you have but your arrangement with Hae? Even if you somehow managed to convince your parents to call it off, you just knew you’d never find someone you’d love as much as you’d come to love Ten. So it was your only real option at that point anyways.

Ten nearly immediately started shaking his head at your sad words, “No, it’s not.”

But it was. And that was probably what hurt the most. The best you could get was a set up arrangement by your parents to some girl whereas the guy you really wished you could be with would end up loving someone the way you loved him.

You’d just be a distant memory to him then. He’d get to find someone the universe deemed fit enough to be his soul mate and he’d probably forget you even existed. Then it hit you: He’d forget you one day.

He’d forget you and even if he did care even the slightest bit enough about you to remember some part of you and what you had together, he’d probably only remember the bad things.

Humans always remembered the stuff that hurt. And one of the last few memories he’d have of you was you yelling and crying at him, making it seem like the whole situation was because of him.

You’d told him you hated him for god’s sake. Surely he’d remember that if he remembered anything about you at all.

“Fuck I’m sorry,” You winced, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the sorrow and the new tears building up in your eyes as the pain in your chest grew worse with each passing thought, “Ten none of this is on you and none of it is your fault.” You hated how sensitive you got sometimes because it meant crying over and over was something you did frequently, and you were sure he must have hated it too, “I’m just… upset and depressed. You should just probably leave because I don’t see it stopping anytime soon and I don't want to upset you or say anything else I don't mean to say.”

You sniffled, attempting to steady your breathing so the Thai boy could leave your line of vision in peace without being disturbed by your waterworks. Then you could break down all you wanted.

But instead of seeing his figure walk off into the distance, you heard him voice out the word, “No.”

“W-What do you mean no?”

“No, I'm not leaving. No, i won’t be happy. No you’re not a moron and no neither am i.” Ten simplified, taking your large hand in his smaller one as he forced you to turn your glossy eyes to look at him and sighed, “____, I imprinted on you the first day I saw you. I just never told you because…” He breathed deeply, though you could really only focus on his confession, “Because I didn't think you could handle it at first.”

While you were beyond confused and bewildered, most of what he had said had been blocked out by the sudden racing pulse sound ringing in your ears.

He admitted he had imprinted on you. Which meant you were his mate. Your strong feelings for a man you hadn’t known nearly as long as you felt like you had all now made sense.

Before you met him, you were content with just playing the role your parents had given you your whole life without fighting it. But after you met him, you started to see just how colorless and emotionless it all truly was because he brought an instant connection to your life you had never had before.

“Then when i did want to tell you you basically told me you were staying with your girlfriend even though she knew we were fucking and i figured that meant i needed to just leave you be because that meant some part of you wanted to be with her,” Ten shrugged as he uncomfortably shifted his weight on the log.

He had done exactly what you had done. He assumed you liked someone else deep down the same way you assumed he’d find someone else and leave you anyway. You both really were the world’s biggest morons.

“I was just gonna keep doing whatever it was you wanted to do no matter how much it hurt because I just… wanted you to be happy,” Ten admitted rather sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck with his hand that wasn’t holding yours, “But marriage is permanent and babies are permanent and I don't want you to be stuck in anything that permanent with anyone unless it’s with me because I love you.”

You assumed as a werewolf he would have because, if you were his true mate and if what Ten had told you about werewolves was true, he must’ve instantly felt love for you the second he laid his eyes on you. But still, hearing him say those three little words practically took the breath out of you as you never expected to hear them from him even though you felt them for him.

“Y-you love me too?” You stuttered, your brain barely able to form a sentence because of all the new information it had been flooded with.

Ten smiled earnestly and his eyes glistened with what you could now place as fondness, “Of course I do. You’re my mate.”

And before you could even think of a proper reply back, you realized your body seemed to have had other plans as, you found your lips quickly connecting with his own and your hands flying behind his head to weave into his soft black hair to pull him closer to you.

The kiss was beyond electrifying as it finally confirmed your real feelings for each other. It made you feel like something other than a puppet of your parents. As Ten’s own hands found purchase on either side of your face to deepen the kiss further, you realized being with him made you feel human, maybe for the first time in your life.

Eventually, the molding of your bodies had to end and someone had to break the ice in starting a conversation, “I know you’re scared of your parents and it goes against everything you were taught and told and all, but can you please for the love of god call off that stupid wedding so I can hold your hand in public and not be called an adulterous homewrecker?” Ten joked with his forehead resting against your own, finishing his sentence by pecking your nose gently.

You couldn’t help but smile like an absolute idiot while taking your boyfriends hand with a nod and tears in your eyes.

Were you still scared of your parents? Yes absolutely. Were you even slightly worried they might try to fleece you for your actions? Sure. But we’re you worried about your future or your happiness being put at stake? No.

Because with Ten by your side, it didn’t matter to you that your parents didn’t accept you. It didn’t matter that you’d lose all their ‘love’ and financial support. It didn’t matter that all, if not most, of your friends and family would turn their backs on you.

Because with him by your side you knew you’d forever be in love and be loved back by the only person that’s opinion actually truly mattered to you.

(Last Edited: 3/14/23)

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Ten!

Also, I’ve seen some people shorten his last name is ‘Lee’, so I have it tagged as ‘ten lee’ here, too

[kpopsexstories]

What NCT member do you most want to read a sex story about? 🍆💦😙

It's less than a week before the first story in my Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT series begins!

Each Monday I'll post a new story featuring a new member of NCT. Will include WayV and Lucas, but not Shotaro and Sungchan.

[tenleestories]

Leer » No One But You

[joonggphilia]

💚🩷Dance Practice🩷💚

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pairing: Ten Lee x Male reader genre: fluffy smut Cw: mirror sex, semi-public, pet names, and marking A/n: This was a very self indulgent fic as a competitive dancer and (almost) choreographer 🤤 at the end Ten’s pervyness is appreciated

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Laughter filled the halls of the company building, as two men ran full speed to the dance studio. “Cmon, keep up M/n!” Ten laughed as he sped ahead, his heavy bag barely slowing him down. “SHHHHHH. Quiet down and slow down.” You panted as you sprinted ahead of your boyfriend at the last second, opening the studio door. “Damn it, you always win.” Ten panted, throwing his bags and bringing you into a hug. “I mean I am Nct’s choreographer, therefore teacher, so I’m just better.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Whatever, I’m gonna teach you today.” Ten hummed as he backed you up against the mirror. You squirmed and giggled as he showered you in affection. “Did you lock the door? Taeyong’s coming later” you muttered. “Yeah. Don’t worry babe.” Ten whispered, removing his shirt. You loved everything about his body. His tattoos, his waist, his sculpted abs. You quickly removed your shirt and brought your arms up around your lovers shoulders, bringing him into a kiss. Ten always kissed with passion, showing you how much he loved you. The two of you chuckled into the kiss, the sensation of your bodies rubbing together was practically a drug to you two. “Alright, let’s get to work.” Ten murmured, flipping you around so your stomach was now on the mirror. The cold sensation sent shivers through your body, turning you on even more. He carefully pulled your pants off, looking at you from behind with a mischievous smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. “You know the drill, hands on the mirror and bend over, baby boy.” Ten chimed, as he rested his hands on your hips. You yelled out, feeling a finger suddenly enter your hole. “Ten, I wasn’t ready.” You whined, grinding against his finger. “You’re fine. I know you can take me raw on a bad day, what’s a little finger gonna do. I’m sorry, baby.” Ten apologized for rushing, but not before making sassy remarks. You were quickly silenced by the entrance of his second finger. He curled his fingers perfectly causing you to moan at the feeling. He had your favorite spots engraved in his brain. “You ready now?” Ten asked, slowly slipping his fingers out and grabbing lube from his bad. All you could do was nod and whimper at the loss of sensation. Ten quickly lathers lube onto his cock, making eye contact with you the entire time. “Don’t tease, Chittaphon. I need you now.” You scolded and rolled your eyes. He pushed you into the mirror, his warm chest heaving against your back. Without words, he slid his cock into your hole slowly, making you whimper and whisper small pleas. Ten loved listening to you during sex, your cute whimpers and quiet voice repeating his name. Once he bottomed out inside of you he began to leave hickeys on your neck, making heart shapes with his mouth. “You look so pretty, M/n. Look in the mirror baby.” Ten cooed, moving in and out of your ass. “So pretty for you~~” you mumbled, loving the sight of ten smiling in the mirror as he pounded into you. His pace was picking up, causing you to get louder. “T-TEN! You’re s-so good.” You breathed, his dick filling you perfectly. “Mmmmm I love this baby. I’ve always wanted to teach you a thing or two.” He hummed before pulling back and slamming back into you. Ten lost his composure, your cries throwing him over the edge. Your sweaty body left prints on the fogged up mirror, which revealed your unspeakable acts. You were practically crying at this point, his unrelenting thrusts hitting your prostate every time. “T-ten! I’m so c-close!” You yelped as the knot in your stomach began to form. “Cum for me pretty boy. All over. Show me how good I make you feel.” Ten spoke between unorganized thrusts. He was close to. His words were the last straw for you, your cum splattering onto the mirror in front of you. Ten came shortly after, putting a plug in your hole to keep his sweet seed in. “Ten I don’t want to dance with this thing up my ass.” You squirmed and complained. “Deal with it sweetheart. I wanna eat you out when we get home.” Ten said, no shame in his voice or on his face.

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NCT Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

John Junsuh:

Nothing yet...

Lee Taeyong:

Nothing yet...

Nakamoto Yuta:

Nothing yet...

Qian Kun:

Nothing yet...

Kim Dongyoung:

Nothing yet...

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul:

Nothing yet...

Jeong Yoonoh:

Nothing yet...

Dong Sicheng:

Nothing yet...

Kim Jungwoo:

Nothing yet...

Huang Xuxi:

Nothing yet...

Mark Lee:

Nothing yet...

Xiao Dejun:

Nothing yet...

Wong Kunhang:

Nothing yet...

Huang Renjun:

Nothing yet...

Lee Jeno:

Nothing yet...

Lee Donghyuck:

Nothing yet...

Na Jaemin:

Nothing yet...

Liu YangYang:

Nothing yet...

Osaki Shotaro:

Nothing yet...

Jung Sungchan:

Nothing yet...

Zhong Chenle:

Nothing yet...

Park Jisung:

Nothing yet...

OT23:

Nothing yet...

[just-some-random-blogger]

nct masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Drippin’ Ice Cream | 🤸‍♀️ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Reader

FINISH HIM! | 🤸‍♀️ Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Noodle City | 🤸‍♀️🚀🚀🦕 Chef!Wong Yukhei (Lucas) & Noodle Master!Lee Sooman

A Twin Thing | 🍓❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Cling Wrap | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Autumn | 🍓❄️❄️🚧🏩🦕 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader Spring [Autumn II] | 🍓❄️🏩 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader

Lollipunch | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Lee!Reader + Johnny Seo x Lee!Reader

That’s How It Is | ❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Hurt Me, I Don't Care | 🤸‍♀️🎩 no specified pairing

Obra Maestra | 🚧🎩🎩🏩🦕 Art Curator!Nakamoto Yuta x Painter!Reader

Curse Of The Tiger King | 🍓❄️🎩🚧🏩🏩🍳🍳🦕 King!Jung Jaehyun x Zoologist!Reader

Death By Bagel | 🍓🍓 Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader

Connecting Dots | 🍓❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🍳🍳🍳🦕 Philosophy Student!Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Statistics Student!Reader

Everything & Nothing | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🏩🏩🦕  Mafia!Huang Renjun x Art Thief!Reader

Resident Himbo: Operation Heartbreaker | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚀🍳🦕 Lee Jeno x Reader + Kim Doyoung x Reader