#Chittaphon scenarios

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𖦹 Nigrum Pegasus.

Ten × Leitora.

๑: pégaso!Ten, monsterfic (?), smut bem BEM leve (quase nada, mais sugestivo do que para smut, desculpa anôn 😭), fluffy, Ten durante a maior parte do tempo será referido como Decimus, que é Dez/Ten em latim. 2k de palavras.

Espero que gostem.

Estava na fazenda de seus avós, devido a decisão de seus pais, já que segundo eles, seria uma vida melhor para você e para seus pobres avós solitários.

O livro de mitologia grega, o qual lia, ocupava seu interesse no momento, principalmente os contos que envolviam criaturas místicas.

— Querida. — escutou seu avô lhe chamar.

— Sim, vovô? — o respondeu.

— Quer dar uma volta de cavalo?

— Quero sim! — marcou a página do livro para poder retornar à leitura mais tarde e pegou seu grande chapéu de palha, por conta do Sol forte que fazia no dia.

— Vamos então. — sorriu docemente para você.

Acompanhou seu avô pela pequena casa de madeira logo caminhando para o lado de fora da residência. O Sol estava forte, sem nenhuma nuvem no céu para lhe oferecer uma sombra. A trilha era um tanto quanto longa até o estábulo dos equinos, então teria que aguentar o Sol durante um tempo.

Nem mesmo as pobres árvores estavam aguentando o calor da Arizona, as folhas estavam todas murchas, os animais que moravam alí estavam todos nas sombras que os troncos faziam, numa tentativa de dissipar o calor naquele momento.

— Esse cavalo é novo, vovô? — perguntou ao mais velho.

— É sim, mas não é um cavalo comum. — sorriu.

— Não? — encarou o animal mais uma vez.

— Não. — foi até o lugar onde o equino estava. — Ele é um pégaso. — sorriu.

— O que? — ficou surpresa.

— Se eu mostrasse isso para sua avó, ela me chamaria de maluco. — deu risada. — Como sei que você acredita em coisas místicas, assim como eu, decidi lhe mostrar.

Havia ficado deveras feliz com o fato de seu avô ter confiança o suficiente em ti para lhe contar tal segredo.

— E qual o nome dele? — se achegou ao avô.

— Decimus. — respondeu. — Por que o número do estábulo dele é o dez. — sorriu orgulhoso.

— Decimus vem do latim, não? — perguntou enquanto apreciava a beleza do animal.

— Vem sim. — fez carinho do pégaso de pelagem negra. — O pelo dele chega a ter um brilho azulado.

— Verdade. — o pégaso virou para ti. — Olá, Decimus. — acariciou o rosto do mesmo.

Um relincho foi dado como resposta, te fazendo rir baixinho.

— Vou deixar vocês dois se conhecerem melhor. — o mais velho disse.

— Certo. — concordou. — Não esqueça de colocar seu chapéu.

— Pode deixar. — e se virou para ir embora, deixando você e Decimus ali.

Ficou mais um tempo apenas olhando o pégaso a sua frente, encantada demais com a beleza dele.

— No meu livro os pégasos falam, você pode falar comigo também? — perguntou enquanto passava os dedos pela crina do animal.

— Posso sim. — respondeu, te fazendo cair no chão.

— Meu Deus. — respirou fundo.

— E posso me transformar em humano também. — disse e uma fumaça negra se formou em volta dele.

Quando a grande quantidade de fumaça se apaziguou, pode finalmente ver o homem. Os cabelos negros e longos, as grandes asas pretas, os olhos profundos e o olhar penetrante. Não conseguia simplesmente desviar o olhar.

— Você é muito bonito, Decimus. — o elogiou, sabendo que seus olhos brilhavam em admiração.

— Você acha querida? — perguntou, se aproximando de seu corpo.

— Sim. — o olhou diretamente nos olhos. — Sem sombra de dúvidas.

— Você parece ter sido abençoada por Afrodite. — se abaixou à sua frente. — Nunca vi uma humana tão bela quanto você.

— Você parece estar equivocado. — riu de leve. — Existem pessoas muito mais bonitas do que eu.

— Acredite linda dama. — lhe estendeu as mãos. — Nenhuma delas é tão bela quanto você, e já estou nessa Terra há séculos.

— Me prove que não há alguma mulher tão bela quanto eu, Decimus. — ficou diante do homem. — Assim acreditarei em ti.

— Seus avós já foram ao centro da cidade? — lhe questionou.

— Sim. — olhou o pequeno relógio em seu pulso. — Faz alguns minutos.

— Então iremos ao seu quarto. — disse. — Alí te mostrarei como é a mais bela das criaturas.

— Venha. — pegou delicadamente na mão de Decimus, caminhando com ele para fora do estábulo.

Decimus estava encantado com tamanha delicadeza. O jeito que o tocava o dava mais certeza de que Afrodite havia vindo à Terra dos humanos apenas para lhe dar sua benção.

— Entre. — abriu a pequena porta branca, dando espaço para o mais alto passar.

— Obrigado. — agradeceu.

A calmaria com qual andava o deixava deslumbrado, o ritmo que seu corpo tinha sem ao menos ter uma música tocando de fundo.

— Esse é o meu quarto. — o falou. — Fique à vontade.

O rapaz alado entrou no cômodo e apreciou as cores claras e suaves das paredes. O tom esverdeado, quase branco, com algumas plantas de decoração combinavam com você. A cama com os lençóis bancos com babados pareciam confortáveis e a estante com livros antigos o mostrava o quão inteligente você era.

— Combina com você. — ficou de frente à você, te fazendo perceber ainda mais a grandeza do homem.

— Você acha? — chegou mais perto.

— Com certeza. — colocou a canhota em sua cintura, enquanto a destra ia até seu rosto, fazendo carinho alí.

— Sua mão é macia. — observou.

— Obrigado, linda dama. — depositou um beijo em sua testa.

— Eu poderia facilmente te deixar fazer o que quiser comigo. — o encarou.

— Deixaria? — sorriu pequeno.

— Sim. — suspirou. — Você é tão bonito, tão delicado. — sorriu tímida. — E você cuidaria bem de mim, não é?

— Claro que sim. — beijou sua bochecha. — Eu vou cuidar muito bem de você.

— Então me beije Decimus. — passou os braços pelo pescoço pálido do homem híbrido. — Cuide de mim.

Decimus então te puxou pela cintura, juntando os corpos e selou seus lábios com delicadeza, não querendo de forma alguma lhe assustar. Foi automático levar as grandes asas negras para envolver seu corpo, te mantendo alí, perto dele.

Te pediu passagem com a língua para aprofundar o ósculo, o que foi cedido sem resistência, levou as mãos para seu rosto, segurando alí, mostrando cuidado e atenção, te deixando molinha, bobinha pelo rapaz.

— Posso lhe deitar em sua cama? — perguntou, atencioso.

— Pode. — respondeu em um suspiro, sentindo o maior lhe direcionar para a cama, usando as asas enormes para te ajudar a se deitar.

— Irei tirar seu vestido, tudo bem? — perguntou enquanto se abaixava em frente ao seu corpo, deixando as mãos na barra da peça de roupa.

— Tudo bem, Decimus. — o encarou nos olhos.

Decimus então retirou o vestido de seu corpo lentamente, para não lhe assustar, e colocou a peça em cima do baú que ficava em frente a cama. Subiu as mãos pelas suas coxas e parando em sua cintura.

— Pode ficar de pé, meu anjo? — falou quase num sussurro.

Ficou de pé como te foi pedido, aguardando ansiosamente a próxima ação do homem à sua frente.

— Posso tocar em seus cabelos? — perguntou baixinho.

— Pode tocar qualquer parte de meu corpo, humaninha. — sorriu quando sentiu as carícias no próprio cabelo, sentindo que podia derreter sob seu toque.

— Está tão bonito sob a luz do Sol. — o elogiou.

— Fico deveras agradecido, linda dama. — ficou vermelho.

Ficou alguns longos segundos apenas te apreciando, querendo te gravar na própria mente. Com certeza Eros o havia acertado uma flecha para se sentir tão encantado pela bela moça humana.

— Eu quero te beijar Decimus. — riu envergonhada.

— Não se sinta envergonhada. — se levantou, ficando em pé junto com você.

— Eu sou digna de conhecer o reino dos deuses? — o encarou curiosa. — Assim como Psiquê conheceu e se casou com Eros?

— Acredito que sim, minha dama. — e beijou seus lábios, invertendo os lugares, se sentando em sua cama, a puxando para o próprio colo, te escondendo com as grandes asas.

— Me faça sua Decimus. — sussurrou no ouvido do maior enquanto abraçava o corpo pálido.

— Eu lhe faço qualquer coisa que me pedir. — te olhou apaixonado.

O maior te deitou novamente na cama, para não causar tanta dor no corpo pequeno, retirou as suas peças íntimas com todo o cuidado possível, e finalmente revelou o belo corpo por baixo daquela grande túnica com detalhes em ouro e safiras. Os desenhos cravados na pele alva te encantaram ainda mais, o corpo magro, mas definido te tirou o fôlego. Se antes já se sentia ansiosa, agora estava mais ainda.

Ansiava, desejava mais que tudo ser tomada por Decimus.

— É muito cedo para lhe confessar meu amor? — o perguntou, sentindo o coração acelerado.

— Se Eros lhe acertou uma flecha, assim como fez à mim, não. — apoiou o corpo na cama, abrindo suas pernas devagar. Respirou fundo quando sentiu o membro do rapaz lhe invadir, fazendo algumas lágrimas descerem por seu rosto.— Não chore meu amor. — secou suas lágrimas. — Isso irá passar. — selou seus lábios.

— Isso dói... — falou. — Mas é tão bom. — o puxou para mais perto.

— Já se sente confortável, bela dama? — te perguntou, sorrindo pequeno, reconfortante.

— Sim. — suspirou. — Continue, por favor. — o pediu.

Os quadris de Decimus acertavam os pontos mais sensíveis dentro de si, sua lubrificação escorria pelo meio de suas pernas, fazendo um som molhado muito excitante aos seus ouvidos.

Sentia o homem como um todo, o sentia todo dentro de si, te deixando cheia. O rapaz alado então levou as mãos até seus seios, os acariciando levemente, te fazendo arrepiar sob o toque, nunca imaginou que aquela área seria tão sensível. Suas mãos estavam inquietas, ora nos braços de Decimus outrora em seus cabelos negros, em seu pescoço. Seus quadris se levantavam automaticamente quando sentia seu ponto mais doce ser tocado.

Seus gemidos eram tão fofos aos ouvidos de Decimus! Ele poderia os escutar durante toda a eternidade. O homem se controlava para não te machucar, para não destruir a pequena humaninha dele.

— Decimus... — o chamou com a respiração falha.

— Diga meu amor. — respondeu, diminuindo o ritmo dos quadris.

— Mais... — respirou fundo. — ... rápido.

— Tem certeza disso, bela dama? — te encarou, profundo, como se pudesse ver sua alma.

Um murmúrio em concordância foi dado como resposta, então o alado apenas acatou o pedido, aumentando o ritmo dos quadris, apertando sua cintura para descontar o prazer que sentia.

Sentiu suas pernas começarem a tremer, suas mãos foram automaticamente às costas de Decimus, sentindo as asas macias enquanto o puxava para mais perto.

— Que sensação é essa? — perguntou com dificuldade.

— A melhor sensação que eu poderia lhe causar nesse momento. — ofegou.

E o homem não podia estar mais certo. De repente uma sensação avalasadora tomou seu corpo todo, fazendo sua coluna arquear e seus olhos encherem de lágrimas.

— Decimus! — o abraçou mais forte.

— Se sente bem amica mea? — suspirou, lhe pegando no colo, te colocando deitada contra o peitoral pálido.

— Você não tem noção do quanto. — sorriu apaixonada.

— Isso me deixa feliz. — retribuiu o sorriso. — Mas temo que tenha que despertar agora.

— Como? — o olhou surpresa.

— Acorde e verá. — beijou seus lábios.

Quando abriu seus olhos, viu seu avô na porta.

— Bom dia querida. — disse.

— Bom dia... — olhou ao redor do quarto.

— Tenho que lhe apresentar à alguém.

— E quem seria? — o perguntou.

— Se arrume e verá. — riu.

Correu para o banheiro e escovou seus dentes, arrumou seu cabelo e voltou para o quarto para colocar uma roupa descente. Acabou optando por um vestido rosa florido que marcava bem sua cintura.

Desceu as escadas animadamente, encontrando seus avós e um belo rapaz observando o campo pela varanda.

— Vovô, vovó? — os chamou.

— Bom dia querida. — sua avó lhe disse. — Venha conhecer Chittaphon.

Chittaphon? Então era esta a pessoa que seu avô queria lhe apresentar?

— Com licença. — falou antes de ajuntar à eles.

— É um prazer lhe conhecer S/N. — o rapaz sorriu lindamente.

— O prazer é meu Chittaphon. — sorriu tímida.

— Vamos deixar vocês se conhecerem melhor. — seu avô falou enquanto colocava o chapéu de palha. — Eu e sua avó vamos ao centro da cidade, fique a vontade Chittaphon.

— Muito obrigado. — agradeceu.

Ficaram em silêncio até seus avós se despedirem e baterem a porta da frente. Se entre olharam, estranhos, até então.

— Então... — suspirou. — O que te trouxe até a fazenda dos meus avós? — questionou.

— Não se lembra de mim? — perguntou.

— Como? — o olhou atentamente. — Espera...

— Você já me reconheceu, bela dama. — se aproximou, te puxando pela cintura.

— Eu achei que havia sido somente um sonho. — o olhou, com os olhos cheios de lágrimas, porém, sem tirar o sorriso do rosto.

— Eu sempre darei um jeito de voltar para você meu amor. — selou seus lábios com carinho. — Sempre.

— Eu te amo Decimus.

— Também lhe amo, amica mea. — lhe abraçou.

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Live A Little | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

Summary: You knew that a holiday with your best friend Ten would be wild… you just didn’t expect to fall in love with him.

Genre: Friends to lovers AU

Word count: 1k @tyongie

“Ten, what are you doing? You’ll get soaked!”

You watched in horror as your best friend Ten ran out from under the bridge, right into the thunderstorm.

Ten stood in the middle of the empty road, arms flung out, face tilted up to the sky.

Thick, warm drops of monsoon rain soaked him in an instant. The rain slid down his body, darkening his clothes and making his T shirt cling to his slim, muscled frame.

Ten turned to look at you, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.

He cocked two fingers at you.

“Come here,” he said, smirking. 

“No way! I don’t want to catch a cold!”

Ten just smiled, and turned his head to the sky once more. His handsome face was smooth, blissful. The rain soaked his plump lips.

Your eyes traced the droplets that curved down his Adam’s apple and pooled in his collar bones. The sight of him sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Ten had never looked less like your loveable best friend. He looked like a beautiful stranger.   

Not one drop of rain had touched crisp white shirt and business skirt. You could feel your bra digging into your skin, and your tight bun made your head throb.

You wanted to be carefree like Ten. You wanted him to lick your wounds and kiss your worries away. A strange feeling was swelling inside you. You realised that Ten was the answer to every question that had filled your head since you got here.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a truck.

You pulled out your bun, letting your hair fall past your shoulders.

Then, you took a deep breath and stepped out from under the bridge.

The rain drenched your body. It was warm, soothing your tightly wound muscles, coaxing a moan from your lips. 

Ten’s head turned towards the sound.

He walked towards you. His sly smirk transformed into a full-on grin by the time he reached you.

“Look who finally let her hair down,” Ten teased, twirling a soaked curl of your hair between his fingers.

You grasped Ten’s hand and pressed it against your chest, hoping he could feel your thundering heartbeat under his palm.

Ten’s brows quirked up.

Your words died on your lips. What did you want?

“I want – I want to be free like you,” you said, gulping. “I want… to be passionate like you. I want…”

Ten hummed, pretending to think.

Ten watched you with cold interest. “Is that all?”

“I want you,” you finally said.  

“You just have to do one thing,” he said, trying not to smile.

“Anything,” you gasped.

“Close your eyes.”

You let your eyelids fall shut. Your whole body felt alive, every cell was pulsing.  

At first, nothing happened. All you could feel was the rain splashing against your face. You stayed still, hoping, praying…

Then, suddenly, you felt warm, plump lips pressing against yours.

You gasped. You had never kissed your friend before. You didn’t even think you were his type. But the more you kissed, the more right it felt. It was like something had been missing in your relationship all these years, and this was it. Ten’s body against yours – that was what you had been craving.  

You moaned against Ten’s lips, reaching your hands to tug through his soft, dyed hair.

Ten’s head tilted back, and a slow, sexy grin spread over his lips.

“Took you long enough,” Ten said, dark eyes raking down your body.

You let out a laugh. You pulled Ten towards you, feeling his arms curl around your waist.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” 

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Frat House - Yangyang Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring:  !fratboy! yangyang x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Yangyang. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !possessive/jealous! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic…, also somewhat dark and not for the faint of heart, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, hair pulling, oral (giving/receiving(69)), throat fucking, manhandling, masochism, spanking, video recording (consensual), edging, o.denial/control overstimulation, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.2k words

A/N: I know it’s been some time since I last updated this series. But, I would like to say that it is hopefully coming to an end very soon! Next, I will work on Xiaojun and then finish off with Winwin. Now I hope you all enjoy the Yangyang ver!

After Hendery spun the bottle, it landed on Yangyang.

You felt a bit surprised but relieved that it didn't point to a certain someone. Plus, you kinda know Yangyang so this wouldn’t be too awkward for you. 

"Looks like you're staying with me tonight!"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'm pretty tired anyway, let's head up now."

He agreed and took your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

Meanwhile, Hendery was still processing what happened. He felt a bit upset because he wanted the bottle to land on him. Others understood his feelings but moved on eventually. Everyone went to their rooms to sleep for the night.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

You have arrived at Yangyang's room.

It was nice and simple with a lot of grey undertones. His bed was facing the TV and was accompanied by his gaming setup.

"Hey, you can take the bed, and I'll crash on the floor or something–"

"No, it's okay. I'd feel bad making you sleep on the floor. Come here."

You gently pulled him towards the bed, feeling surprisingly at ease together.

"Your gaming setup looks pretty cool. So, you game a lot I assume?"

"Yeah, I do! I usually play with Winwin or Hendery. Lately, we've been hooked on Apex."

Seeing him talking about something he is passionate about, made him have this sparkle in his eye. You were so focused on what he was saying, you started to notice how attractive he was.

"I've never really played it before. I'm usually swamped with schoolwork."

"Wait, we could play now! I'll teach you."

Agreeing nervously, you watched as Yangyang set up the game. With a controller in hand, he guided you through the basics, his excitement contagious. Soon, you were immersed in the game together.

Laughter filled the room as you navigated the game alongside him. Gradually, you found yourself enjoying his company, feeling a growing connection. As the night wore on, you sensed a subtle shift in the air, the space between you started to heat up with tension. Sitting closely against the bedframe, your thighs would occasionally brush with each other, which was distracting you from the game.

"Hey, are you alright? You're playing slower than usual."

"I'm fine, just not used to this controller."

Yangyang paused the game, intertwining his arms with yours, hands still on the controller as if to offer comfort and support.

"You see, this is how you do it–" 

Yangyang's hands covered yours, skillfully maneuvering the controller to control your character. It was as if he was playing the game for you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and heightened nervousness at his intimate gesture.

As you and Yangyang continued playing the game, the close proximity between you felt both exciting and nerve-wracking. His subtle breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, a sensation you hadn't experienced before. It was hard to concentrate, and Yangyang noticed.

"Do I make you nervous? You've been squirming since we started playing again. We can stop if–"

"No, don't stop," you interrupted, feeling emboldened by the moment.

Leaning back into him, you gave him a seductive look, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the intimate exchange.

Throughout the night, Yangyang couldn't keep his eyes off of you, feeling a growing desire. He couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, he began to kiss the back of your neck, which sent tingles throughout your body. His hands found their way to your waist, his whispers in your ear

“You should keep on playing the game sweetheart. If you win, I’ll do whatever you want...”

Shivers crawled down your spine as he said that to you. But, who are you to deny such an offer? You nodded your head and he leaned back onto the bedframe and your backside was facing against him. You felt at ease and started to play the game again.

But Yangyang had other plans.

As you focused on the game, his teasing escalated. His hands roamed under your shirt, causing you to squirm and struggle to concentrate.

"Please stop, I can't focus–" you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed.

But Yangyang's actions only intensified, his playful bites on your neck were sending waves of pleasure all over your body.

"I never said this was going to be easy," he smirked against your skin, his touch was driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

Determined to win, you bit your lip, trying to block out the sensations and focus. This will all be over once you beat the game. 

Feeling Yangyang's hand inching lower, your breath caught in your throat as anticipation mingled with excitement. His touch through your clothed pussy sent a jolt of pleasure surging through you, and you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips.

"Seems like you don't want me to stop either," he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with lust as he felt the dampness soaking through your panties.

His words only fueled the desire raging within you, and you didn’t want him to stop at all.

His words alone were making you feel more aroused for him and you don’t know how long you could take it anymore. 

He pulled your panties to the side and shoved his middle finger into your wetness. You let out a moan that was quickly covered up with one of his hands.

“Shh, you don’t want the others to find out what we are doing do you?”

You shook your head no and weren’t even focused on the game anymore. You were too immersed in all the things Yangyang was doing to you. Each thrust was pushing you closer to the edge. As waves of pleasure crashed over you, your moans became so out of control that you couldn't contain them anymore. But luckily Yangyang's hand muffled all the sinful noises you were making. Your body felt limp as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, losing control over yourself. Tears started to dwell down your face from all the stimulation you were feeling.

When Yangyang's thumb found its way to your clit, a primal scream tore from your throat, your body shuddering with pleasure.

He finds this all amusing and starts laughing at you.

“God, you can’t be this desperate for me, right? You’re not even playing the game for me anymore-”

He feels you squeeze and clench around his finger.

“Mhmm, you’re getting close sweetie? Then cum for me.”

He started shoving his fingers into you at a faster pace than ever before. And just when you were on the brink of climax, he stopped and pulled out his fingers immediately. You felt a sense of discomfort from being unsatisfied by his actions.

“Hey, why did you do that?”

His smirk only widened as he pointed to the TV, explaining his motive with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“It’s because you didn’t win love. I told you I will give you anything you want if you win.”

“Are you serious? It’s not even fair you, kept on distracting me.”

“Oh I know, and I don’t plan on making any of this easy for you. But I'll give you one more chance since I'm feeling generous tonight."

“YES! Now what’s the catch this time?”

He grabs the controller and switches the game to a simple racing game.

“Now, this should be easier for you to play and I will just be down here-”

He switches positions now between your legs while you lean against the bedframe.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance. This is just going to be harder than before. But you were determined to win, fed up with his teasing. You agreed and focused on the game.

He started slow by kissing all over your thighs and squeezing them firmly with his hands. You stayed focused, he was not distracting you this time. He admired your determination but knew he could break you soon. His kisses turned into bites, making you tense. He let out a little smirk and continued marking up your thighs. 

You were more focused on the game than before. You knew for a fact he was going to do everything in his power to make you fall for him. But, you are standing your ground and not making any moves. He couldn’t wait any longer and started to lick up your drenched pussy. He put your legs over his shoulders and started to devour you like he was hungry.

You bite your lip hard and start to lose focus. You were almost done with the game and just needed to hold out a little longer. He didn’t care anymore and shoved your core into his face. He started lapping up all of your juices and even started sucking on your clit. 

You finished the game just in time and ended up in first place and you can fully let yourself go for him. You threw your head back in pleasure and started moaning even louder than before. You didn’t care if the whole house could hear you at this point, you just wanted Yangyang to keep going.

You pulled onto his hair and pushed him hard against you. You feel him start to whimper into you. The vibrations of all of the sounds he was making made you start to wince around him. You squeeze your thighs around his head and he starts to gasp for air. 

“Fuck baby, this is not enough for me come here-”

He lays down on his back and places you on top of him. He made you face away from him.

“Back that ass into me sweetie.”

You were taken aback as he grabbed your waist and pushed your pussy onto his face, causing you to let out a moan. No one had ever made you feel this aroused before, and he was practically driving you wild. He practically making you see stars. You grind your core onto his face and he was loving every second of this. 

As you were going at it, you started to notice that his cock was right in front of you. With a sinful idea in mind, you pulled down his shorts and boxers, stroking him with your hand. He moaned in pleasure, too focused on you to fully comprehend your actions. He couldn’t help but grind up into your hand. Pumping him faster, you reveled in his needy desire.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" you teased, slowing your pace as he begged for more.

“Mhm f-fuck yes, don’t stop-”

You started to slow down your pace and let out a playful laugh.

“I don’t know if you earned it yet. You teased me so much tonight and -”

“P-please, I won’t tease you anymore..”

You looked back at him and gave him a smirk. 

“You promise?”

He nodded his head you decided enough was enough. You took him into your mouth, and he threw his head back. He had already forgotten that he had a job to do too.

“Hey this don’t get too comfortable, you better get back to-”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He went back to devouring your pussy and with more vigor than before. You let out a loud moan and decided to suppress all your noises by shoving your throat down his cock. You began to bob your head up and down wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. You were both overwhelmed by each other. Just a moment ago you were playing a spin-the-bottle game and now his face is deep into your pussy.

Who would’ve known this all happening because of Hendery's little dare?

Yangyang couldn't resist thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as you wondered if you could take this anymore.

The both of you were reaching your breaking point.

You felt his cock start to twitch in your mouth, and you clenched around his tongue in response. With increasing urgency, you both intensified your pace, driving each other to climax simultaneously, not wasting a single drop. You got off of him and almost fell back but he grabbed you in time. 

“Oh baby, we're not done just yet.”

You gave him a confused look and he grabbed you and pushed you down into the mattress on your back. He pinned your hands over and proceeded to take off the rest of his and your clothes. 

"You're so beautiful. I've always wanted to do this," he confessed, his words a mix of desperation and lust, unsettling you slightly.

"Every day in class, I'd stare at you, wanting to be closer," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing. "But Ten or Hendery would always get in the way..."

He slowly brought your legs up his shoulders and positioned himself into you.

“But now… I have you all to myself.”

You started to feel a little intimidated by him. He seemed so possessive all of a sudden. Before you could even say anything, he slips his cock into your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you as pleasure surged through your body. Your eyes started to roll in the back of your head. 

He began to pound into you with rough, deep strokes, his pace relentless and unforgiving. It was as if he was consumed by an insatiable hunger for you, a side of him you had never seen before.

“F-fuck Yangyang s-slow down-“

“No, I can’t anymore. I’ve wanted this for too long, princess. Besides just a moment ago you were practically begging me to fuck you.”

His words were starting to get to you. You did ask for this but you didn’t expect him to be so feral for you. Apart of you didn’t mind it though. You almost like the feeling of being wanted and almost felt selfish for it. It’s been a while since someone wanted to be inside of you this bad. 

So you gave in and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you.  He gripped on the headboard with one of his hands and started fucking deeper into you. His strokes started to become more sharp and precise. 

“F-fuck p-please keep going… right there-“

“Ah you’re liking this a lot more now huh sweetheart? You look so pretty for me.”

He caressed your cheek gently before deciding to change things up. Flipping you onto your stomach, he positioned you with your ass in the air and pushed your head into the pillow.

"Now, I'm not holding back anymore. I want you to be loud for me so everyone in this house can hear you, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, delivering a loud smack to your ass that elicited a whimper from you.

“Especially Hendery and Ten.”

Your eyes widened as you realized Yangyang had planned this all along. He had been jealous since you kissed Ten in front of everyone

Little did you know, he and Winwin were in on it the whole time.

 When he was whispering to Winwin when you kissed Ten, he was telling him that he wanted to find a way to separate you and Ten. Yangyang thought if he could somehow convince Hendery to come up with such a dare, there was a chance he could have you to himself tonight. That's why he didn't object when Hendery first proposed the dare.

Yangyang was jealous.

You looked back at Yangyang with such anger "You wanted this to happen, didn't you? How long have you been planning this?"

“Since we first met in math class. I always saw you and Hendery going against each other and how close you were with Ten-“

He pulled you up by your hair and brought you closer to his face.

“Now here you are all alone with me. Begging for me to fuck you. Isn't it crazy how things have turned out?" 

“Oh you’re literally insane you know that?”

He pushes you back onto the bed and slips himself back into you.

“And you love that about me don’t you princess?”

With each powerful thrust, you moaned his name, torn between fear and lust. Despite your conflicting emotions, you couldn't deny how good he was making you feel. You felt like you were losing yourself to him and you didn’t want to let go of that feeling.

You were enjoying this and so was he.

He slowed his pace slightly, still inside you, and reached for his phone. He started to record you.

"Now, baby, look into the camera and tell me who makes you feel this good," he demanded.

"You... you do," you managed to gasp out.

He gave a harsh slap on your ass again and you let out a loud moan.

He delivered another harsh slap to your ass, eliciting a loud moan from you. "What was that, sweetie? I didn't quite catch that," he teased

"YOU DO!" you exclaimed, feeling the pleasure intensify as he pounded you deeper into the mattress.

"That's right, pretty girl. Only I can make you feel this good," he affirmed before stopping the recording and tossing his phone aside.

"Now that I've got what I wanted tonight, I think it's time to wrap this up, don't you think?" he suggested, his actions leaving you too overwhelmed to respond with words. All you could do was nod your head. You were too preoccupied to be able to let out any words at the moment. He was bringing you so much pleasure that all you could do was scream and moan in ecstasy.

He grabbed your waist with both of his hands and started to fuck you into the mattress. He gripped your waist so tight that it was starting to become a little painful to bear. You both eventually climax at the same time and he was riding out all of your orgasms. He wouldn’t stop until you were fully satisfied.

He fell back into the bed and brought you to his chest. You were both panting for air, trying to catch your breath. It felt a little awkward afterward and you both didn’t know what to say to each other.

“Hey look I’m sorry for the way I acted tonight. It’s just I’ve liked you for a very long time now and I just got carried away. I can’t help myself when it comes to you-“

You kissed him on his cheek. 

“It's fine, Yangyang. You just caught me off guard is all. I just didn’t know you were this crazy for me-“

"Hey, I'm not that crazy for you," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood after everything that happened between the two of you.

“Oh come on. You kept on going on and on about how much you wanted me and was being really possessive. I think that’s what you call crazy.” you teased, noting his surprised expression as he realized your point.

"Look, I'm sorry again, and we can forget about this happening, and I'll even delete the video–" he started, but you interrupted him by grabbing his wrist.

"Oh, but I don't want to forget what happened tonight. It was just getting fun, don't you think?" you said playfully, causing him to feel drawn to you once more.

"You don't have to delete the video if you don't want to. I know you want to show all the other guys what went on with me and you tonight," you added, observing his surprised reaction.

"Especially Hendery and Ten, right?" 

**AUTHOR NOTES**: If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [KUN] [TEN] [WINWIN] [XIAOJUN] [HENDERY]

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Request for Anon (Yandere Sugar Daddy NCT U) 9k, assault, verbal assault, physical assault, slut-shaming, public humiliation, bullying, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, blowjob, handjob, creampie, gang bang, breeding, pregnancy scare, forced pregnancy, non-con, kidnapping, yandere, bad ending, blatant disregard for womens reproductive rights

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

    This wasn’t the first time you had answered the phone in such a manner. Screaming into the little speaker, hoping to blow out the eardrum of the annoying caller, and then hanging up. It was a very frustrating ordeal.

“Damn girl, what’s your problem?”

“It’s nothing, Mina. Just trying to get my point across.”

“Is someone bothering you?”

“Bingo.”

“Then why haven’t you blocked their number?”

“Oh I have, but obviously they still know mine. So whenever I get a call from a random number, I answer by screaming.”

“And how long have you been doing that for?”

“Uh… a little over a week now.”

“Seriously? And they still haven’t gotten the message?”

“Nope.”

“You know, what if those calls are important?”

“I don’t have any jobs or internships or anything that I’m waiting to hear back on, so it’s highly unlikely that’s the case.”

“Maybe you should change your number.”

“That would mean spending money I don’t have.”

“Really? Says the girl who has paid her tuition in full and doesn’t owe a penny in student debt. All because of some mystery job she won’t tell me about or share!”

“Well, you know me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

    You and Mina were close friends, having met here at Uni your freshman year and sticking together through it all. Now you were at the start of your final semester, ready for one last ride before starting a new chapter of your life. Of course the campus was jammed back as new students were moving in, and freshmen were trying to navigate this new place and find their classes. It was a really beautiful day too, and you had yet to start any of your classes, so you were in a pretty good mood. You knew you probably wouldn’t feel the same by the end of the day, but it was best to make the most of it now. That is until you were suddenly yanked back, and came face to face with someone you really didn’t want to see.

“You’re such a fucken bitch.”

    Jeno’s words dripped with venom. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He was also the last person you wanted to see right now.

“What the hell are you doing here!”

“Why aren’t you answering our calls?”

“Oh, I am answering. I just don’t wanna hear what you have to say!”

“That’s not solely for you to decide!”

“Yes, it is. If I want to end things, I can, and I have.”

“Without a proper explanation? You’re kidding, right?”

“Does it sound like I am?”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Leave. Before I call security.”

“We are not leaving until we talk.”

“We?”

    You heard it then, the terribly familiar sound of a car engine, two car engines to be specific. You looked over and saw the vehicles pulling up, two gentlemen exiting each one, and making their way over to you. In the moment you attempted to run off, but Jeno grabbed your arm and dragged you towards them.

“There she is.” Ten teased. “Where ya been hiding love?”

“Fuck off! I want nothing to do with you! Any of you!”

“Yeah, we got your text. Now explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? I’m breaking up with you, period.”

“See that’s the thing.” Johnny grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet. “Where did that silly idea come from?”

“My head. Or is that too hard to comprehend.”

“Easy now, princess. You’re begging for punishment if you keep acting like this.”

“I’m not playing any games here.” You pulled away from Johnny. “We’re done, now leave.”

“That’s hardly an explanation.” Jaehyun hissed. “Do the last four years mean nothing to you?”

“Are you really all that dumb? Our relationship was just an exchange of goods and services, nothing more.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve told you all about my dreams and aspirations for the future before. When did I ever include you in them?”

Yuta scoffed. “So you really just whored yourself out to us for four years so we could pay your tuition? And now that it’s all been paid off, you’re done with us?”

“Bingo. Maybe you’re not that stupid.”

“This was all just a fucken game to you?” Jeno yelled. “Four years?! A fucken game!”

“Not like you ever made a serious move, did you now? Any of you for that matter. So don’t come bitching to me about a broken heart or broken promises. It’s not my fault you caught feelings when I wasn’t sending you any fucken signals.”

“Yeah? What about all the nights out? The dinners, the trips, the clothes and accessories?”

“Dinners, and trips, you invited me out on. I never asked to go anywhere. As for the clothes and other stuff, that’s all at your place, isn’t it? I never kept any of the fancy expensive stuff you got me, did I? Nor did I ask for anything. I owe you nothing. You got what you paid for, more than that actually, but I’m fine leaving things as they are.”

    Your words had certainly stunned them into silence. And you also meant everything you said. It was certainly fun to be with them, to get a little slice of that kinda life, even if it was just for a while. You knew it wouldn’t last though, and that’s the mentality you kept, the one that kept you from falling for them. They were just rich guys wanting someone to mess around with, and now that their no-strings attached fuck buddy had left them, they were panicking. You said your peace, having to spell it all out for them. It was good to get it off your chest though, and with that you’d make you exit. Or at least that was the idea.

    As you turned around to leave, you felt a hand grab your arm and yank you back with enough force to drop you to the ground. You couldn’t get back up as they surrounded you. By then your whole argument had been noticed and a crowd of students and faculty had gathered around. Having this conversation out in the open was already embarrassing, and all the attention was making it worse. Although they were about to increase that exponentially.

“Whore.” Jaehyun spat. “Any money spent on you was clearly a waste. The only way you could think about getting through uni was to spread your legs. I bet you slept around with your professors too.”

“Excuse me!”

“Do you even have any brains?” Yuta questioned. “Or are you just playing pretend so you can wear a cap and gown, and show off some piece of paper.”

“Fucken-”

    You tried to get up but Jeno got his foot on your chest, pinning you down. You struggled to get him off, but he was putting all his weight on you. When your eyes met him you could see he was still pissed, and if possible, he was way more enraged now.

“You found someone else to spread your legs for, didn’t you!” Jeno yelled. “Whoring yourself out for whoever can benefit you the most!”

“Get off of me!”

“Why? Don’t you like having men on top of you?” Johnny kicked dirt at you. “Fucken slut.”

“Ya!”

“Just do what you do best.”

    Yuta and Ten started yanking your legs apart, and you kicked and screamed at them. Although you stopped when Jeno put more weight on you and you struggled to breath. You were clawing at his leg, but he was relentless.

“What’s going on here!”

    Two officers from campus security approached and all the boys stepped back. Jeno moved away and you took in a deep breath, sitting up and coughing a bit.

“We’re leaving.” Ten smiled. “No need for an escort.”

“Hold on now, you can’t-”

“Just let them go.” You spoke. “I’m not gonna make a big deal out of this.”

    The officers didn’t do anything more, and so the boys walked off. Soon enough you heard those damn engines again, but you didn’t dare look over at them. For a moment after they were gone everything remained quiet and still, and then Mina came over to help you stand, the crowds starting to disperse.

“What the hell was all that?”

“Remember when I told you I got a sugar daddy…”

“Yeah, daddy, as in one, not five! Also, I didn’t believe you.”

“Well I wasn’t lying.”

“Clearly. And you couldn’t share any of them?”

“They’re not exactly easy to deal with.”

“Is that why you’d always ditch me? Disappear on weekends? Why we couldn’t ever really share a meal together? You were off with them.”

“Yeah…”

“You really are stupid.”

“Ya!”

“Girl, when did you ever have time for yourself? Or anyone else in your life who was actually important? Here I thought you were just so focused on studying and busy working to pay off your tuition. I wasn’t wrong on the latter, but still.”

“Are you... mad at me?”

“No, not really. Just processing out loud... you did tell me about this, somewhat, I just didn’t think you were for real.”

“I know. If you had told me the same thing I wouldn’t have believed you either.”

“But you’re really done with them now?”

“Yup. I didn’t think they’d throw such a fit though.”

“A fit? I’d call that harassment, and assault. Shouldn’t you press charges?”

“There’s no point. They’d get good lawyers, and it’d just be a waste of my time. I don’t want anything to do with them anymore, so I’ll let it go.”

“Fine, but you are getting a new number after class. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

    That morning certainly killed the mood, but you went about your day trying to make the best of it. Of course your chest hurt pretty bad, but nothing some quick pain killers couldn’t deal with. Like you had promised, after all your classes, you and Mina went to change your number. Then you went about the grueling task of messaging friends and family to let them know you had a new number.

“Shall we go out for ice cream? You know, since you’re free now.”

“I could use something sweet.”

    You knew there would still be issues. If they made such a big show at your campus, who knows what else would happen if you met out on the streets. With that in mind you didn’t go anywhere off campus alone, and you didn’t visit any of their favorite places or usual hangouts. You thought you had it figured out, but there was something you couldn’t avoid. Everyone else.

    Word spread fast about that day. About how a girl got harassed by five guys, and all the slurs and insults that they threw her way. A few days later everyone seemed to know your name, and had an idea of the type of person you were. When you went to class all the others would purposely sit away from you, only Mina ever sat next to you. Then there were the whispers and chuckles. Every time you raised your hand to ask a question there was always some comment about you sleeping around with the professor. Regardless of who it was. It was frustrating, but you just pushed through. Although Mina certainly wanted to pick a fight with everyone.

“Just let it go.”

“How are you so okay with this?”

“I’m not, but it’ll die down eventually. As long as I don’t engage with them I won’t add fuel to the fire. So don’t pay them any attention.”

“They are slut-shaming you and saying all kinds of shit.”

“And I just have to make it through this semester. After that I can move forward and really build my life. I’m not gonna let some idiots who have nothing better to do ruin that. Besides, I’m sure they’re all just jealous I could actually get a Sugar Daddy, and five at that.”

“You’re not wrong there. Those people don’t just throw money at anyone.”

“I appreciate you ready to fight for me, but this ain’t worth it.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, but if you ever wanna start swinging, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

🖤

    You were right, in part. The teasing did die down, and you could go about your life like normal, but there were still a handful of dicks who found things funny. And one ballsy little fucker who decided to go a step further. As one of your classes ended, and you were gathering your things, another of your peers accidentally spilled their drink all over you.

“Oh shit, my bad. You must be used to getting soaked though.”

    That bastard and his friends snickered to themselves. You knew everyone got the joke, some chuckling too, but of course no one was gonna say anything or take your side. So you just did your best to clean your face, and then whipped around to look at your attacker. Of course it was a boy and his friends, although he got quiet now that you were staring at him dead on.

“Your mistake, right?”

“Yeah. I can be clumsy, you know.”

“Right. So then just pay up and we can call it even.”

“Huh?”

“You said it was your mistake. So pay for it.” You held out your hand. “I think a hundred dollars should cover my hair and clothes.”

“A hundred dollars? You play around with some rich boys and now you think you’re worth all that?”

“So you’re not gonna pay me?”

“Fuck that.”

“Fine then, but we are gonna call it even.”

“What?”

    Without missing a beat you swung at him and clocked him right in the face. He fell back onto his friends, and you noticed a bit of blood from his nose.

“My mistake. I guess we’re even now.”

“You bitch!”

    Not once in your academic career have you ever wound up in the principal’s office, this was the student dean’s office, so not the same but still. You had no problems with words, but things getting physical was crossing a line, and you weren’t going to sit still. You were still drying off as you sat in the dean’s office, listening to that jerk go off about how you were a monster and whatever. You weren’t going to apologize until he did, but that was definitely not gonna happen when his parents walked in. You couldn’t believe he actually called for help like this, and now they were demanding your expulsion. That someone violent like you shouldn’t be at such a place.

“Are you kidding? Are you even looking at me? Your son started this, and couldn’t apologize or pay up for his mistake!”

“A mistake isn’t met with physical violence!”

“He started it!”

“Please, everyone calm down.” The dean spoke. “We can resolve this without yelling.”

“I want that girl expelled.”

“That seems a little too-”

“Do you know how much we give to this school so-”

    The conversation stopped short as the door opened. You couldn’t imagine who else would join this conversation. When you looked back your eyes went wide, and you stood up.

“Sit down, baby.” Johnny said. “We’ll get you cleaned up later.”

“How-”

“Who the hell are you gentlemen?!”

“Y/n’s sponsors.” Jaehyun smiled. “We heard there was a commotion involving her, and by the state she is in, I’m not very happy. What is being done to remedy this?”

“She hasn’t apologized for hitting my son!”

“Has he apologized for his actions?”

“Exactly who are you to be making such demands?”

“Ah, right. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Jung Jaehyun. These are my friends, Nakamoto Yuta, Johnny Suh, Lee-”

“I know those names…”

“Good. Then apologize before you’re buried.��

“Excu-”

“Or shall this be resolved outside this room?” Ten smiled. “I have no problem doing it that way too. I might actually prefer it.”

    You didn’t care much for an apology, you got to punch the fucker in the face, but getting one was the cherry on top. You didn’t apologize either and the situation was left at that. Now that you had a moment you wanted to go clean up, and the boys wound up dragging you into a gender neutral bathroom. Johnny locked the door, and leaned against it, guaranteeing privacy. You were ready to start screaming and fighting but Yuta turned the sink on, getting the water warm and grabbing paper towels. They weren’t saying anything, and you could silently be grateful for that. You washed up your hair, using the hand dryer to dry it off as best you could. Jeno gave you his jacket afterwards since your shirt was still dirty.

“Alright, what the fuck do you want?”

“We owe you an apology.” Yuta said. “For everything.”

“Go on then.”

“We’re sorry we attacked you the way we did that day.” Jeno began. “We were out of line and completely in the wrong for that.”

“Assholes. You know this is all your fault right? Everyone keeps calling me names because of you! And this was the first time someone dared to take it a step further.”

“We never meant-”

“Then what did you think was gonna happen when you screamed out that I was a whore in the middle of campus?”

“…”

“Good try, I guess.”

“You were right.” Ten admitted. “Four years is a lot of time, and yet throughout it all you never made a move to suggest you wanted anything more from us than attention and money. We never did anything to give you the impression that we wanted more from you either. I’m sure if we had, you would have said something sooner. So you were right, we had no reason to act the way we did. We’ve been seeing each other for a long time and you broke it off so suddenly. Our judgment became clouded, and we let rage overtake us when we should have been better. We can’t simply undo what we did, but we are sincerely sorry for our actions.”

“Hm… was it really that hard to take a moment and reflect?”

“Yeah…” Jaehyun added. “We’ve had such good times together, it was hard to believe you’d just leave us like that… but why was it so sudden? Why didn’t you just talk to us?”

“I… I wasn’t entirely sure how… we weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend… and it’s not like we had agreed to anything specifically when we started this whole… thing… all I could think of was a break up text… I also didn’t think you’d explode at me the way you did… I mean, I always thought you had girls lined up that you played with or whatever… I didn’t think you’d care that much…”

“Well, as you can see… we care a lot…”

“Yeah… how did you even know I was in trouble?”

“We might have… been paying someone in the administrative office to keep tabs on you for us…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Johnny commented. “We’ve practically been with you throughout your whole academic career. You’re a good student, so we never imagined you’d get into any kind of trouble, but just to be safe. It worked out for us in the end. We’ve been wanting to talk to you, to apologize, we just didn’t really know how to approach you.”

“I see.”

“Which brings us to our other point. Do you think we can do this properly?”

“Do what?”

“We understand that you don’t see us in your future, but can we at least end things on a good note? We’ve been with you for four years now… we were all kinda hoping to see you graduate you know…”

“What exactly are you suggesting here?”

“One last dinner… one last trip…” Yuta mumbled. “That kinda stuff… let us see this to the end. We can just be another part of your Uni days and nothing more.”

“Hm…”

“Can you at least give us that kinda closure?”

    You weren’t really sure how you felt about all this. You had already cut them out of your life, but they were clearly still hanging on. At least they had apologized, and did help you back there in the dean’s office. Truth was the way you handled things wasn’t all that great either. You had been worried that if you just talked to them they’d find some way to convince you to stick around, but that really wasn’t your life plan. Now they understood that, so maybe things could end differently. You also didn’t want to part ways with them on a bad note.

“Just until graduation?”

“We really wanna see you with that cap and gown.” Jeno admitted. “You’ll look so gorgeous.”

“Alright, we can somewhat continue as we were, but after my graduation, we’re done. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Can we take you out to lunch then?” Ten asked. “Since you’re done with classes for the day.”

“You know my schedule too?”

“We were trying to figure out a way to talk to you…”

“Fine, let me just go change clothes first. I’ll meet you at my usual pick up spot?”

“That works for us.”

🖤

    It had been a while since you last hung out with the boys, so there was a bit of awkwardness. At least this was just lunch to ease back into things. They took you to one of their usual spots, getting a private room and ordering your favorites.

“So, you really just clocked him in the face, huh?”

“He could have paid up. I wasn’t going to let him do that without consequence.”

“Good on you.” Yuta cheered. “Although tryna get you kicked out, that’s ridiculous.”

“I can’t believe he called his parents. Such a momma’s boy.”

“Says the sugar baby.”

“I didn’t call you to come save my ass.”

“Ah, so you agree.” Johnny teased. “We did save you?”

“Well… I wasn’t entirely sure how I was gonna deal with that just yet…”

“We saved you. It’s okay to admit that.”

“You guys just wanna brag to my face.” 

“Is that so wrong?” Jeno teased. “Maybe you can shut me up with a reward.”

“You think you deserve a reward?”

“Don’t I?”

“Hm… what did you have in mind?”

“I have been missing you a lot.”

“Really? You? Or is it someone else?”

“Huh?”

    Jeno had been at your side, and he was leaning in close asking for his reward. Now that you were teasing him back you leaned in too. You placed a hand between his legs, slowly moving it closer to his crotch. After breaking the ice, it was kinda easy to slip back into old dynamics. Besides, maybe you had missed something about them too.

“Oh… you want a reward out of this too, huh?”

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“Easy now.” Jaehyun pulled you away from Jeno. “We’re just having lunch today, baby. Besides, are you still taking the pills?”

You sighed. “I stopped taking them when we parted ways.”

“Then we should probably get you back on them before we start playing. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“We still have some.” Ten offered. “They should work just fine, right?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Excellent. I’ll throw in a pregnancy test or two, just to be safe.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, you took a break from the pill, just a precaution.”

“Fair.”

    Things weren’t exactly like before. They were more respectful of your time. Before they’d always be calling, wanting every moment of free time you had. They’d pick you up Friday night from school, keep you to themselves all weekend most of the time. You only ever got a pass during exam time, and when you had the guts to ask for a break. Usually you didn’t, not wanting to upset them and possibly lose out on your tuition money. It was exhausting, but it was all for a better life. At least that’s what you told yourself. This time around they were more like friends, checking in on you, and asking how you were doing.

    They definitely wanted to see you, but on your own terms. So occasionally you’d go out for lunch, maybe dinner, but nothing too extravagant, as you knew they were gonna go all out for the last trip and dinner. At least with these little outings they always brought you back to campus unlike before where you’d spent the night with them until Sunday afternoon. Things were better this way, kinda making you wish the last four years had been like this too. Although you were actually surprised when they brought up the last trip.

“Spring break?”

“Yeah. Let’s have a blast and unwind before you give it your all for graduation.”

“Uh… well… the thing is…”

“You don’t like it?” Johnny questioned.

“I had already made plans with my friends for spring break… and I thought you’d want to go out on a trip like after my finals…”

“Ah, right. You didn’t intend for us to still be in your life by now.”

“Then how about we split it.” Yuta suggested. “First half of your break, you hang out with your friends. For the second half, we get you all to ourselves.”

“Hm… switch it.”

“Huh?”

“You get the first half, my friends get the second half.”

“How come?”

“Cause you guys can switch your plans around easily, my friends can’t.”

“Fair. So we’ll pick you up Monday morning?” Jeno asked. “Or can we come get you Friday night?”

“Oh, wanna kick things off early?” 

“If you can handle it.”

“Sure. I’ll pack some things after my class.”

“Can’t wait.”

    Even if you were acting cool, you were excited for this trip. They always treated you so well, spoiled you like a princess. This wasn’t gonna be any different. They had been modest so far, but now was their chance to do things like back then. They picked you up in a party bus, starting off strong with drinks, and congratulating you on your midterm exams. Of course karaoke and good food followed, and you were out celebrating until early hours of the morning. Somehow you all made it back to the penthouse sweet. You had a few more drinks before you made it to bed, half dressed with the boys piled around you.

    The morning was a hangover times six, although some of them had it worse than you. Thankfully breakfast was brought up, and hangover cures, so you just had to get up and put food in your mouth. When that failed Johnny was more than happy to feed you, the one of the bunch that could really handle their liquor.  You also needed to get yourself together. The party had only just begun, not to mention all the plans you had with your friends later on in the week. For now though, you just needed to make it through breakfast.

“Had a little too much?”

“I’m good…”

“Your face says otherwise.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“You wanna throw up?”

“I don’t want a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Then some ice cream to help soothe your throat.”

“Ice cream for breakfast?” Jaehyun questioned. “Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“This week is all about bad ideas.”

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” You asked. “More drinks?”

“We want you sober for all the memories we are gonna make. So no more drinks, is that okay?”

“Just fine.”

“Good. We were thinking of some tourist attractions, and some trips to the museums.”

“Jellyfish!”

“Yes. The aquarium is on the list.”

“Awesome!”

    Once you were all better you headed out, taking a limo into town. You had a chance to relax now that you were on break, and really take it all in. This was one of the last times you’d be around here, planning to go home after graduation. The whole day honestly made you feel like a child, indulging in everything you wanted to do or eat. To many you looked like a little sister with her brothers, or maybe just a lucky girl with her friends, but either way, you were glad you didn’t attract any negative attention. Some did recognize the boys, but that never became a problem, so you had nothing to worry about.

    You got to have lunch in the aquarium, watching all the fishes swim, almost feeling like you were in the water with them. The penguins were great too, and the jellyfish, and dolphins. You totally walked out with two or three plushies. For dinner this time you returned to the hotel, having some quality food, but as said before no drinking. Jeno and Yuta still felt the need to embarrass you and make a toast to your health and success in school. They even had a dessert brought out with a candle to once again congratulate you on surviving midterms. Although once back in the suite you better understood why there was a drinking ban.

    As soon as you set foot in the penthouse Johnny picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bedroom. He saw you down and laid you back, his hand caressing your cheek. You could feel one of the others getting your shoes off, and you knew where this was going. It had been a while, but you had been waiting for this. Besides all the attention and money, there was another benefit to having five sugar daddies. No one could ever take care of you the way you did. Johnny leaned down to kiss your lips, his hands reaching down to your shirt, although you stopped him.

“I don’t think you asked permission.”

“I’m not asking tonight, baby.”

“No?”

“You have any idea how bad you’ve been?”

“Me?”

“Breaking up with us.” Jeno hissed into your ear. “Hiding away and trying to leave.”

“I thought we-”

“Sh, unless you wanna cause more trouble.”

“Tonight you’re gonna give us everything we are owed.” Yuta added. “So you better take it all with a smile on your face.”

    Suddenly Johnny had your hands pinned above your head as Jeno pulled up your shirt. He reached over to unhook your bra and push it up, exposing your breasts. He kneaded them for a moment and you bit your lip. His hands were cold, but he knew how you liked his touch. Then you felt hands getting you out of your skirt. The second your panties were exposed there was a hand grabbing your crotch.

“It did always hurt that you never invited us back to your dorm.” Ten commented. “Didn’t want you getting exposed to your roommate?”

“She knew… about our arrangement… sort of…”

“I didn’t say you could speak, baby.” Ten slapped your inner thigh. “Bad girl.”

    You bit your lip, instinctively trying to close your legs but Ten pulled them apart. The boys stripped you out of your clothes, leaving your panties on for the time being. Jaehyun had taken to holding down your arms as Johnny started kissing down your chest, Ten’s hand squeezing your thighs. Yuta and Jeno were already shedding articles of clothing, getting you all the more excited.

“You’ve been a good girl and taking the pills we gave you, right?” Jaehyun asked, and you nodded. “Good. So we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

    For as long as you had been with them, you had always taken the pill. They didn’t always take you raw, but it was better to be safe than sorry. You were also glad they didn’t play around with that kinda thing, wanting to be safe with you even if they were gonna fill you up to the brim with their seed. Tonight was going to be no different, you figured they’d be desperate to do so. Even if they wanted to tease, they couldn’t help themselves for too long. Soon enough you were all naked, and you were getting attacked with kisses from all angles.

“Who’s first?”

“The eldest.”

    They still cared to make sure you were nice and wet, Johnny stretching you out a good way before giving you everything. It had been so long for you too, abstaining from sex to focus on your studies. You also hadn’t slept with anyone else but them for four years, and weren’t entirely sure how to get laid anymore. Even if it hurt at first, your body was quick to remember this familiar stretch, and feeling. Johnny hadn’t forgotten your body though, doing everything just right, doing it just how you liked it. Not to mention the others knew what to do while waiting their turn. Playing with your tits, stealing kisses, rubbing your clit, using your hands or mouth to warm up. You were gonna wear yourself out long before them, and they really loved when you became putty in their hands.

    Even with all the distractions you couldn’t ignore Johnny as he was the one pounding into you. He was always so rough and precise with his movements, hitting your sweet spot just right. Of course you had been getting yourself off in your dorm, but nothing could compare to one of them taking you over to the edge. You could tell when Johnny got close, he got sloppy and so desperate, trying to hold out to make it all last, but spilling inside you was just as rewarding. The warm feeling between your legs was already making you head spin, but you knew Johnny lost a bit of his touch if he didn’t get you off. He wanted another go, but Jaehyun was already shoving him out of the way.

    His turn was spent and Jaehyun would take pride in finishing you off. He had no problem slipping into the mess that was becoming of your cunt, eager to add to the mix. Of course Johnny wanted to give you a taste too, having you use your tongue to clean him up. If you had taken him all at once you probably would have choked as Jaehyun was giving you everything. He was making it very obvious he had a lot of pent up frustrations he was taking out on you. If he made you feel this good, you wouldn’t mind him holding off more often. Although he wasn’t gonna get the satisfaction of making you cum either as Jeno started playing with your clit, pushing you over to the edge before Jaehyun was even close.

    You squeezed Jaehyun tight, feeling as you were leaking out cum, your head thrown back as your mouth hung open in bliss. You vaguely heard Jaehyun scolding the other boy for taking what was his, but it wasn’t so bad if he got to fuck you while you were so sensitive. He moved with your climax, trying to keep you riding that high for as long as you could, but as you started to come down he got relentless. You couldn’t help but whimper, but that wasn’t gonna make him go any easy. In his own desperation he got close, unable to hold back before cumming inside you, making you overflow.

“Such a messy slut, taking two cocks so well.”

“Let’s make it three.”

    Jeno wanted to go next, but Ten kicked him off. He stuck two fingers into your mess, swearing cum on your belly, and then sticking the digits in your mouth.

“How’s that taste?”

    He swirled his fingers around before pulling them out with a pop. He could be real mean, playing with you when he wasn’t even filling you up. Your whimpers were adorable to him, especially when you got needy enough to start shaking your hips. Now you were begging, and he was happy to give you what you wanted.

“Whore.”

    Hearing those words outside the bedroom certainly wasn’t fun, but in the bedroom, even if it was said with the same level of vileness, you’d happily accept it. Four years, the same five dicks, you were certainly a whore for them. Ten was certainly on the more elegant side, working you over along with him, knowing how to get you on his level so you’d both climax together. Even being a little out of practice with your body, he could still play you like an instrument. He always held your hands when he had his way with you, wanting more than just your cunt to squeeze him tight, he wanted to feel the rest of your body shake. You’ve left him with marks before, and he’d happily welcome them now.

“At a girl, still know who owns you.”

    You swear you saw white when he made you cum, drool slipping down your face. It was only your second orgasm, but you knew they could get more out of you. As many as they pleased. There was a safe word in place, but in all the years you had known them, you never used it. They seemed to know your limits as well as you did. Before you could even properly come down Jeno was already kissing at your chest, sucking on your nipples as he edged himself inside. The noise that was heard as he pushed aside everyone else’s seed to get in, an all too familiar sound you did quite enjoy to hear.

“You’re already so full, baby, can you take more?”

“Yes…”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

    These sheets were gonna need to be thrown out when you were all done. You were already creating such a mess, and it wasn’t much compared to other nights. At least not yet. Jeno was practically digging into you, pushing in as cum came out. They had all had their turns before, being first or last or in the middle, so they wouldn’t complain about what stage they got to you. There were five of them after all, so they had to be good about sharing. Jeno was eager to make you unwind, so he gave you plenty of attention elsewhere. Twirling around your clit with his fingers, seeing it get red and swollen, another hand on your hip, keeping you from escaping him. He did it well enough you came first, already so sensitive, and he soon followed.

    You felt so fucken full you swear you were gonna burst, but you were just out of practice. Yuta peppered you with kisses, telling you how well you were doing. His fingers dipped into your sloppy cunt, having you get a taste of it. You certainly didn’t expect him to kiss you after, but they didn’t just play around with you. They had each other after all. You were already so overstimulated and lost, Yuta was kind enough to give you a little break before taking what was rightfully his. He had no problem playing around with your cunt for a while before dipping into the mess. He fit in nicely, having a pretty good idea how to keep you happy despite your state. He was ruthless, just as frustrated as Jaehyun, taking it all out on you and sparking you back to life. You really missed them.

    Now either the orgasm or Yuta made you pass out, but either way, you blacked out for a while. When you came to you were lying on the floor with your legs up in the air, clearly having fallen off to the side of the bed. Although Jeno was happily sleeping on your tummy, sighing dreamily and clearly cozy. You giggled at the sight. Sometimes you really did forget they were all close to your age, and yet living such different lives. You let Jeno stay for a while before you realized this position was very uncomfortable. You poked Jeno’s face to make him open his eyes.

“Why didn’t you pick me up? Do you think this is comfortable?”

“You looked cute, almost like you were drunk.”

“But I’m not.”

“Well, maybe not drunk off alcohol.” Jeno giggled and got up. “We were all out of it.”

“Obviously.”

    You got up, sitting down properly, well aware that you were leaking cum all over the floor, but that wasn’t for you to worry about now. Some of the others were lying in bed, and you crawled up to join them, pressing lazy kisses to exposed skin. This was all a little break for everyone. The night was still young, and even if you were four orgasms in, it was just one for each of them. They were greedy, and would certainly get what they wanted out of you, whether you were conscious or not. Waking up with a cock inside you wasn’t new, but certainly something you could picture for a night like this.

🖤

    You didn’t actually wake up properly until the afternoon. After that you knew the next day would be nothing but a lazy day. Somehow you managed to get up and get into the shower, knowing you needed a deep clean. Although you dozed off until Yuta found you sitting in the tub. He had the energy to join you and help clean you up, which you were grateful for. You returned the favor as well, the two of you the first to eat lunch from room service, waiting around for the others. When you were well enough you stepped out of the penthouse so they could clean up, heading to a park to enjoy the weather and sun. 

    The rest of your little trip was like that. You had some more fun at night, but not too much. Besides, you’d be going off with your friends, and you didn’t need to be completely worn out. Overall it was a good trip, a good last trip, one you knew you’d never forget. When the time came they dropped you off back at Uni, wishing you well with your friends, asking you to let them know if you needed anything. You thanked them for the adventure, glad you could still have all that. It felt more authentic given that this was really you going out with them as friends, not getting paid for your company.

    Of course at some point your friends had to ask about your little trip. Anyone who knew you now knew about your sugar daddies, so there was no point lying about it. You spilled what you were comfortable with, and just enjoyed your time with them. You couldn’t believe this was your last spring break, but you were so happy to have them with you. It was hard to fall asleep Sunday night, knowing what awaited you the next day, but you had enough good memories to get you through the door. So come Monday morning, you weren’t actually dead as you got to class, unlike most of your peers.

    The professors weren’t all going to be kind, so it was back to work like before. This was the final stretch for you, focus and study hard, and you’d be graduating. A part of you couldn’t actually believe it, but you had to, you couldn’t fuck this up. So you put a lot off to the side, including the boys. You still texted them, but you couldn’t do any mini dates, and they were very understanding. Even if you were the one working your butt off, they were just as nervous and as excited as you were. Although all that focus distracted you from something that was just as important.

“Holy shit, I’m late.”

“What?”

“I was due like last week. Fuck.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“That’s not foolproof.”

“Fair. Are you sure it isn’t stress though? I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a period or two cause of classes.”

“I don’t think I have before…”

“Well you are gonna graduate in a month. That is if you pass your finals.”

“Don’t fucken jynx it!”

“I’m just saying. You’ve probably never been stressed like this before. Athletes wind up not having a period for months cause of the stress they’re under.”

“I’m not a professional athlete.”

“Then go buy a pregnancy test and see if one of your sugar daddies is gonna be a father.”

“I wouldn’t fucken tell them. We’ve always been careful.”

“Then it’s just the stress. Problem solved. Also, don’t you have class soon?”

“Fuck. I do. I’ll get a pregnancy test later.”

“Cool, see you later.”

    You really didn’t think you’d be pregnant. You were careful, for the last four years, and you were very sexually active. Mina had a point though, you were under a lot of stress with graduation, but you had to be sure. Thankfully instead of buying one you remember the boys had given you some when they got you the pills. After classes you returned and used one of the tests, relieved to see it came out negative. So it really was just stress, and you were quite amazed it could do that to your body. Regardless, that was one less thing to worry about.

    To a degree you did feel bad you couldn’t see the boys after spring break, it had been quite a trip considering it was the last, but your academics were important. They wished you luck with finals, and you were ready for the last major exams of your life. You waited anxiously for the results, overjoyed that you had passed, and you were going to graduate. You had to celebrate, doing so with your friends. It was only once things wound down that you called the boys wanting to share the news.

“So, how did it go?”

“I passed… I’m graduating!”

“I knew you could do it.” Jeno cheered. “Our baby is so smart.”

“We’ve got to celebrate.” Johnny added. “Shall we pick you up?”

“I’ve already been partying, and I’m kinda spent. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Nah, it’s okay, you should rest. Don’t drink so much, okay.”

“I haven’t had a drink, can’t risk becoming a drunk mess before I take the stage.”

“Can we take you shopping!” Yuta asked. “Get you a nice dress for graduation?”

“I’d love that actually. Perhaps the one thing you guys can get me that I’ll keep.”

“If we don’t rip it off you.”

“True. Tomorrow then, shopping day.”

“We can’t wait.”

    Shopping wasn’t something to make a big deal out of, but how could you all not be excited. You’d be walking across the stage in the outfit you bought today, it had to be perfect. Not to mention the five guys buying it might wanna destroy it later, so you had to get good pictures first.

“We were thinking, after the ceremony, we’d take you out to dinner.”

“The last dinner.”

“Of course.” Ten smiled. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah. It seems like a fitting end for us.”

“You better not cry.”

“I won’t.”

“Hm, guess we’ll see about that.”

    The big day brought on a lot of nerves, you could barely sleep the night before. Although when the sun was up, you and Mina were already getting dolled up, and she loved your outfit.

“You look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“So you really can’t come with me for dinner.”

“I already promised the boys. It’s the last one. Besides, I wanna see what kind of graduation present they get me.”

“Oh, they’ll probably give you a lot of money. Maybe a house.”

“That’d be awesome.”

“You better tell me immediately.”

“I’m sure I won’t be able to keep it a secret from you, so don’t worry.”

    Even if you looked stunning, it was mostly hidden by the gown. Still, you looked incredible and you couldn’t believe you had made it to the end. When you headed to the ceremony you looked around taking it all in. Even if you wanted your family there, you knew things had come up so they couldn’t attend. It’s why you were so happy to see the boys, knowing they were there for you. Although they did embarrass you a bit, Jeno and Yuta having a big congratulations sign, the others swinging around noise makers. Of course it dragged to wait for your name, but when it was your turn up on the stage you had the biggest smile, finding the boys in the crowd to show off too.

    You had tears in your eyes, so happy that all your efforts hadn’t been in vain. The boys had made their way over to you, embracing you in their arms, congratulating you over and over again. They said your tears were cute, but they were very proud of you. They even had flowers and a graduation bear as a present for you. They wanted pictures too, so you did your best to get rid of the tears and fix your makeup. After celebrating with your other friends and seeing the ceremony to the end you headed off to eat. You weren’t really hungry from all the adrenaline, but it was your last meal with the guys, and a very important one at that.

“You looked so beautiful up there.” Johnny complimented. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you could be there.”

“Us too.”

“So, what did you get me?”

“After you eat.” Ten said. “So be a good girl and have your fill.”

“I’ll burn a hole in your wallet tonight. Just watch.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

    There was something so peaceful about this meal, and exciting. They all asked about your plans going forward, what you wanted to do. Of course this was where you’d part ways, but you knew there was always a chance you’d run into each other again. Despite all the good things, you couldn’t help but wonder what your present was. After dessert they finally presented you with a little box. Now your heart was racing. It could be a key to a car or house, or maybe a card to a bank account they had made you. Still, you thanked them all and opened the box. Your smile faltered as you stared at the contents, dumbfounded.

“It’s… it’s a pregnancy test…”

“Surprise!”

“I… I don’t understand…”

“Well, you always talked about your future.” Jaehyun explained. “And how we weren’t a part of that. It really hurt, but you were right. So we figured we should include ourselves in your future.”

“I’m not… following…”

“You’re late, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I took a pregnancy test already. It came out negative. The stress-”

“The one I gave you was fake.” Ten said. “It’s meant to come out negative.”

“What… what are you…”

“The best way to become a part of your future is for you to have our kid.” Yuta stated. “Of course we’re probably not gonna know which of us is the biological father, unless you had like quintuplets, but we can raise it together.”

“What…”

“Of course we’ll cover all the expenses.” Johnny assured. “So you don’t have to worry about food, or a roof over your head, nothing. We’re gonna be a big happy family now.”

“You’re… you’re lying… you… I’m on the pill!”

“Those were also fake.” Jeno added. “A placebo thing, right? Like sugar.”

“You planned this!”

“How else were we gonna be part of your future?”

“Truth is we always imagined a future with you.” Ten admitted. “After about a year, we realized how great you were, how perfect you were for us. So when you suddenly broke it off, we couldn’t believe it, but you were also right. We never really let you know we wanted you, so that’s on us, but we’ve rectified that now.”

“You’re fucken lying!” You stood up. “You did not get me fucken pregnant!”

“Shall we go confirm that?”

    You were furious, and you hated that they were throwing this idea out so casually. You took the pregnancy test and stormed off to the bathroom. They had rented out the whole restaurant, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else. You nervously used the test, scared to look at the results, but they were clear as day.

“Positive…”

“Congratulations!!!”

    The boys had followed you to the bathroom, cheering and letting off confetti poppers. You stayed frozen in shock, trying to process this.

“It’s wrong… the test…”

“You can try again.” Jaehyun threw more pregnancy tests on the floor. “Better to use more than one anyway.”

“You… you…”

“Even if there wasn’t a baby inside you right now.” Yuta explained. “We’d have plenty of time to impregnate you now that you’ve graduated.”

“No… no you’re all fucken nuts…”

    You threw the test in the trash and intended to leave, only for Johnny to grab your arm, holding you back. Jeno was all over your belly, grabbing it and making baby noises.

“Easy now, baby. Now that you’re carrying our kid, we gotta take special care of you.”

“I am not having this baby!”

“That’s not up for debate.”

“It’s my body! And you fucken-”

“You think you can just play with us for four years?!” Jaehyun grabbed your chin, making you face him. “Four years, baby doll. That’s a lot of time to fall in love with a beautiful body and the girl that inhabits it. We weren’t playing, and we’re not gonna let you either. Your future is ours.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t consent to this! I’m not-” Jaehyun’s grip got tighter. “Let go…”

“You gotta be careful baby, don’t want you hurting yourself or the kid. We have a nice place picked out where we can look after you.”

“Let go!”

“Listen closely, darling.” Ten had Jaehyun let you go, stepping before you. “If anything happens to that baby, you are going to pay dearly for it. And don’t get any silly ideas in your head, you’re still young and very fertile, we have no problem tying you up and breeding you every night if something happens. So be a good girl, and smile, you’re gonna be a mother.”

“You’re crazy!”

“And you’re very hormonal, must be the baby. We should get you home.”

“No, no! Fucken let me go!”

“I can’t wait for the pregnant waddle.” Jeno cheered. “You’re gonna get so big!”

“I wonder if it’ll be a boy or girl.” Yuta said. “Maybe there’s more than one in there!”

“That’d be so cool.” 

“We’re gonna be dads!”

“I can’t wait!”

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[winwintea]

how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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[moonlezn]

nightwalker

𝕺 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖔 intro mermaid!reader x monster!ten wc 775 mlist

n/a: demorou, mas saiu. não é feliz. é bem experimental. tem tempo que não escrevo. não foi revisado. espero que gostem!

Era uma vez um rei, chefe do reino mais poderoso do mar, soberano incontestável. Para seu desgosto profundo, sua única filha, herdeira do trono, não poderia ser mais rebelde. Completamente diferente do pai, a sereia mais encantadora dos sete oceanos é perdidamente apaixonada pela vida fora da infinidade das águas.

A noite se aproxima, você sente na pele. A temperatura cai aos poucos, e a correnteza torna o nado mais desagradável. Ok, esta é uma implicância sua. Já havia nadado incontáveis quilômetros sem cansar-se, procurando algum lugar para arriscar-se sobre terra. 

Seu pai a mataria se soubesse. 

Ele sabe. 

E que bom, tomara que a deserde logo. 

Pensamentos como estes a fazem sorrir. Apenas a possibilidade de se ver livre do trono aquece a pedra que é o seu coração.

Sem perceber, havia parado na escuridão da profundidade e, ao cair em si, resolve que é hora de alcançar a superfície, finalmente. 

O que encontraria desta vez? Uma nova ilha? Um novo povoado? Uma cidade chata? Os humanos são muito simples, porém fascinantes. Há alguns mil anos atrás, eles não sabiam nada, era desprezível. Ao longo do tempo, criaram coisas e tornaram-se instigantes para você. 

É sempre doloroso respirar, nem um milhão de anos a permitiram se acostumar com a sensação terrível do oxigênio rasgando seus pulmões pouco desenvolvidos. 

Ainda controlando o fluxo de ar, usa os cotovelos para arrastar-se mais adiante na areia, levaria um tempo até que a calda secasse um pouco e desse lugar aos pés — um privilégio de ter sangue real. Seu pai não aproveita a condição, logicamente. 

— Chega de pensar no papai. — expira afobada ao testar a própria voz após a queimação no esôfago. 

Você soa engraçada, o som sai esquisito, então se permite rir no meio da terra desconhecida. Começa a inspecionar o ambiente, vendo árvores gigantes com folhas douradas primeiro. O luar não lhe ajuda, então aperta os olhos para distinguir os contornos distantes, sem sucesso. Parece apenas uma ilha.

A dormência familiar na parte inferior de seu corpo chega ao fim, então você se levanta, alongando os músculos das pernas. Precisam ser mais usados, coitados. Já faz dias desde sua última visita a este mundo, obviamente não é bom deixá-las descansar por tanto tempo. 

Arrisca caminhar por entre a floresta estranha, tudo é muito dourado e branco, parece tirado de um conto infantil — os humanos têm imaginação fértil. Porém, se algo de algum desses livros fosse real, seria como este lugar. 

O cheiro é doce, os frutos que encontra são deliciosos, os caminhos terrosos são encantadores. É enorme, talvez demorasse semanas para conhecer cada canto, o que lhe é muito agradável. 

Ao caminhar por um campo aberto, você nota que dali em diante, por muitos quilômetros, os tons de ouro se tornam mais sombrios. Atravessando para o outro lado, encontra arbustos enormes, espinhosos, que formam um arco apertado sobre sua cabeça. 

As panturrilhas ardem pela atividade exagerada madrugada afora, no entanto, o contorno de um castelo aparece na sua linha de visão. Definitivamente não poderia parar agora. Continua em direção à construção belíssima, apesar de reparar que a passagem se torna mais e mais estreita. 

Após alguns dos espinhos maiores lhe roubarem algumas gotas de sangue, você consegue chegar à entrada do castelo. Está completamente desprotegido, os grandes portões estão abertos, apenas uma ponte de madeira a separa de conhecer o que há ali dentro. O rio que atravessa embaixo é mais cintilante que as estrelas, não ousa aproximar-se do líquido, receosa com o que poderia causar. 

Estupefata. 

Uma criatura de beleza indescritível se materializou diante de seus olhos após seu primeiro passo. Assim como os arbustos, ele tinha espinhos. Em sua pele, porém, eles pareciam lindos. Os desenhos permanentes nos braços definidos não se pareciam com nada que você já havia visto. 

Os olhos cor de céu diurno quase não se viam por trás dos fios negros e pesados, mas te encaravam com firmeza. Não pareciam curiosos. 

— Quem é você? 

Apesar do exterior estranho, a voz que adentrou seus ouvidos é tão doce quanto as frutas que comera. 

A pergunta é retórica, ele sabia muito bem quem era a princesa prestes a invadir seu forte. Ela não precisava, entretanto, saber que sua identidade nunca havia sido um mistério.

— Uma sereia. — consegue encontrar sua voz novamente e, sem pestanejar, revela a verdade. — Você tem belas terras. — preenche o silêncio que segue, antes de tomar coragem de devolver o questionamento. — E você, é…? 

A criatura parece se divertir com sua inocência, é assustador e encantador ao mesmo tempo. Em todos os anos de terra nunca havia imaginado encontrar algo assim, achava que monstros não existiam. 

— O seu salvador.

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[ronjunnie]

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[meiideryz]

unexpected but sweet.

pairing: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul x reader

length: 1.02k

tags: alternative universe, established relationship, boyfriend!ten, mentions of working, nap sessions, first kiss, tooth-rotting fluff, basically everything is just sweet

warnings: none.

afternoon nap sessions were your favorite, along with your boyfriend for almost a year. ten just loved the yellow hue of the sun penetrating through the translucent soft fabrics of the curtains, creating a lovely color painting the living room. he just loved to lay on the sofa with his favorite music playing on his phone for a bgm, and he would pull you into his embrace to nap with him whenever you came home from work.

it became a regular thing for the two of you, especially during weekends. you'd be there laying on his stomach while his arms are stretched out, caressing the sides of your body to soothe you into your slumber. ten loves being comfortable around you, in any way just to make you feel safe around him.

but it was always just cuddling, combing your hair, surprising you with his drawings of you, and anything else. however, ten never kissed you and vice versa during your eleven months of dating each other. maybe it was because none of you had the courage to initiate the first kiss, despite the closeness ten and you had developed.

he was with a friend the other day, unusually asking him if he had ever kissed you, and to his response, only a loud scream filled the room as he hid his face with the palms of his hands.

sure, he had relationships in the past with whom he kissed before, but when it comes to you, ten didn't want a simple first kiss where you both don't find it good, he wanted to make it memorable for the both of you.

maybe today has just been the day that he would actually do it.

before you left the apartment, he suggested to go on a picnic at the park later after you finish work. a grin plastered on his face when you agreed to his plan as he wrapped his arms around you to say goodbye.

during the times you weren't around, he'd play and feed his cats in his bedroom, or he would make a dish from your recipe book to improve his cooking skills, or do his art commissions online, but once it hit afternoon, it was time for another nap session.

he stretched his arms up to the air as he yawned out, indicating that he's eyelids were starting to fall down. ten slithers on the sofa, the soft cushions of the furniture relaxed him which made him curl into a ball like a cat would do when it's kicked back.

the silence inside the room was able to get him sleepy, eyes heavy at the feeling before dreamland awaits him in his sleep.

🥮

his nap didn't last long when he heard noise coming from the kitchen. a sound of a kettle boiling and your sweet humming in the distance. did he sleep for too long? he wanted to open his eyes to check but he was too sleepy to even open them and get up.

the lovely aroma of parmesan, bacon, and garlic filled his nose as he inhaled the delicious scent of the carbonara sauce being cooked. the way ten melted even more when the sound of your singing voice echoed the whole apartment, followed by a cracked voice and laughter filling the atmosphere.

when it comes to singing, everyone in your circle of friends thought how good you are, but ten was just something else. in your opinion, ten has the best voice, knowing too well he used to be in a music club during your college years. he brings his guitar to sing with his friends under the bleachers where you first met him.

there was a moment of silence inside the room, and ten couldn't help but slightly open his eyes to inspect what was happening.

and when he did, he almost let out a gasp, finding you in front of him. ten cursed in his mind, unable to do anything when you're this close to his face. usually he would pull you now to cuddle with him, but he stayed still in shock.

what was supposed to do in this kind of situation? the tension's incredibly high and his soul is leaving his body at the sight of you looking at him this close. he would've said 'love looking at my face too much?' right now but none of it came out of his mouth.

then everything felt like time had stop. it's cheesy to think about it but ten thought otherwise. and just a few centimeters left, you can easily close the gap between your lips to his. he waited, eyes closed shut this time, expecting to feel the soft moistness of your lips.

it never did. to his surprise, you pulled away out of embarrassment when he tried to slightly open his eyes one more time. well, if you won't do it, he will. ten finally opened his eyes, surprising you before a hand snaked around your neck to pull you into a kiss.

a burst of laughter left both of your lips when ten pulled you to the sofa with him, accidentally bumping each other's foreheads.

"you surprised me! i thought you were asleep the whole time!" you exclaimed, gasping for a breath as you playfully hit him on the chest.

"i was supposed to give you your first kiss later at our picnic date, but it seems like you were so impatient." ten pouts, only to see you laughing harder, hands reaching out to place both sides on his face to pull him into another sweet kiss. good god, your lips are just too perfect, a little too perfect where it molded so perfectly with his.

ten couldn't help but gently bit the bottom lip, then slowly, sweetly, kissed you again. his heartbeat rapidly going crazy at the taste of your peppermint lip balm. he can't get enough of it, he can't get enough of you, ten needs to be drowned with your kisses. "did i ruin our first kiss then?"

"it doesn't matter, every kiss we will share will always be memorable to me."

"then, so do i."

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©MEIIDERYZ 2022. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[kurroni]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗀𝗋᥆᪾ֺ𝗐𝓲𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁ᥱׅ᪾ ᥲ᪾𝗌𝗁ᥱׅ᪾𝗌 𝖿ᥲ᪾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗅♥︎̸ִ๋֮𝗐𝗅𝗒 . ⠀ׄ⠀ 。✧

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[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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[crdteezv]

Frat House - Kun Ver.

DISCLAIMER (important): This is a continuation of a fratboy series I’m doing for all the Wayv members! I recommend you read the prologue here first so everything can make more sense. You can also choose the other members here or at the end if you are interested in seeing someone else!

Paring:  fratboy! kun x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, frat! au, smut

Synopsis: You continue playing an interesting game of Spin the Bottle/Truth or Dare with Ten and his friends. You were dared to spend the night with one of them. When the bottle was spun, it landed on Kun. You wondered what type of things you and him were about to get into tonight…

Warnings: smut. !hard dom! kun, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, thigh riding, oral (giving), praise/degradation, mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4.3k Words

The bottle landed on Kun.

You were relieved that it wasn’t Hendery. You were still a little surprised by the result but didn’t mind it either. You just thought it would be awkward between you and Kun since you are not that close. 

Kun looked back at you with this smirk on his face. He was pretty much chill about the whole situation and was unfazed by it.

“Well, I guess you’re spending the night with me then hmm?”

“I suppose so. I’m fine with anyone but Hendery.”

“HEY! That’s so uncalled for” Hendery said.

Everyone chuckled and he started to burn up a little. He got annoyed and went upstairs into his room to go to sleep. The others start to do the same as well.

You and Kun were left on cleaning duty. You picked up any leftover trash and put all the games away. You got to talk to him more and got to know him a little better afterward. He was actually a pretty chill and nice guy. It surprises you that he was such a player - he doesn’t seem like the type to be.

You both were finishing up and started heading towards his room.

As you both were walking up the stairs he said 

“This whole night was honestly so fun. I haven’t laughed this hard in so long.”

“I know, it's the same for me too. I’m glad I hung out with you guys tonight. I feel closer to you all now.”

He reached out to the side of your arm and started to lightly caress it.

“I do too.”

Something about the way he said that felt more sincere and direct towards you. 

“Also, here is my room.”

He opened that door and you walked into his room. His room had this dark grey theme going on. It was pretty simple for the most part.

You start to make your way into his bed and put the covers over you.

“Hey, I know you’re only here because of the dare and all - so I will honestly just sleep on the floor if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

You loved how respectful he was being towards you. Throughout the whole night, he hasn’t made a single move on you. He respected your space and didn’t want to break any boundaries.

“Nah, it’s ok you can come into the bed with me. I will just put this pillow between us - so you can lay on this side.”

You pointed towards the right side of the bed and he agreed to do so. You began to scroll on social media like you always do before you go to sleep. 

Kun was wearing this grey hoodie and had taken it off as he was getting ready for bed. Now all he had on was a white tank top and some sweatpants. 

Since his back was turned, you couldn't resist taking a look at him. The outline of his back muscles protruded through his shirt, flexing and moving as he began to take off his hoodie. It was having quite an effect on you, and you could now clearly see the size of his muscles.

You didn’t realize how built he was until now. Something about the way Kun was looking, was making you mildly aroused. You’ve never felt this way about him until now.

“I can feel you staring at me you know.”

You feel a tinge of embarrassment for staring for so long. Clearing your throat, you quickly averted your gaze back to your phone.

“Umm, no I wasn’t. I have been looking at my phone this whole time. Renjun had texted me about the party he was at earlier. I’m responding to him right now.”

He turned around and now you can see the front of him. 

The skin-tight tank top he had on revealed more of his body's outline. His broad chest seemed almost too big for the shirt, practically bursting out. His abs were also on display.

God, why does Kun look so attractive right now?

You begin to slowly rub your thighs but he doesn’t notice since you’re underneath the covers.

“Mhm, sure you were.” He replied in a sarcastic tone. 

“Hey, if you don’t believe me come look for yourself.” You started waving your phone in his direction.

He was serious about it and he started walking towards the bed. He had to kneel a bit to see and you practically almost was face to face with him. Up until now, the two of you have never been this close to each other.

You started to become more flustered by him.

He saw the messages on your phone and nodded.

“Ok, I will believe you just this once.”

You let out a sigh of relief and turned to the other side of the room, your back now facing Kun. He switched off the lights and settled into bed, making himself comfortable. You were getting ready to go to sleep as well. The room was pretty dark now and only the moonlight that was escaping his window was lighting up the room.

You both lay in silence for a bit and you had the random urge to ask him a question.

“I’ve been wondering besides school, what made you want to stop sleeping around with other people?”

Your question surprised him. He turns around to face you, and you do the same.

“Don’t you think that’s a little personal to ask?” He said in a playful tone.

Embarrassment starts to wash over you. Why did you even feel the need to ask him that? In your defense, you were genuinely curious. 

“I’m sorry, it’s not my place to even as-”

“I was only kidding darling. I pretty much got nothing to hide and I’m an open book.”

His sudden use of such a sweet pet name caught you off guard. It made you jump for a second, and it felt incredibly endearing.

“Ok, so what is the reason then?”

“Well, I was honestly just tired of all the girls I was hooking up with. It felt so repetitive, and it kept on getting bored.”

He kept going on and on about different girls whom he used to sleep with in the past. Hearing him talk about his previous entanglements, was quite interesting, to say the least. 

“Have you just considered taking someone seriously and being in a relationship with them? It would just be easier to find the one perfect for you.”

He scoffed and said 

“Of course I have! It’s just, I don’t have time to settle down right now. I barely even have time for myself these days.”

“I understand you completely to be honest. All I do is study, go to school, and work all at the same time. Whenever I have free time, I usually just hang out with Ten.”

“Mhm, you guys do hang out often I’ve noticed. I either stay at home or go to practice when I need to. I also go to some parties on occasion.”

You felt good talking to Kun and getting to know him more. Apart of you wished that you had become friends with him sooner. 

“Yeah, we do hang a lot out! Also, when you mentioned practice, I didn’t know you played any sports. What sport do you play?”

“Oh, I play football, track, lacrosse etc. But, I mainly focus on football since that’s the thing I’m mainly good at.”

This was practically news to you.  You had no idea that Kun played any sports, let alone be on the football team.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know you played all these sports. I should come to your next football game.”

He nodded in agreement, and as the night progressed, you both became closer…

♡♡♡♡

“When was your last relationship?” You asked Kun.

“I've never been in one at all.”

“REALLY? Is there a reason why you haven’t been in one yet?”

“Well, the main reason is, that  I lacked confidence in myself during high school and wouldn’t talk to any girls. After I got into college, being on the football team really helped my social skills a lot. After each game, we threw massive parties, and that's when many girls approached me and wanted to talk. Through those experiences alone, I gained much more confidence."

You were so immersed in what he was saying  - that you didn't realize how close your faces were, just inches away from each other. The only thing separating the two of you was the pillow you had placed between you.

“Now that I'm a senior, I've chosen to dial it back and not hook up with anyone as much anymore. I've only done it once or twice this semester.”

His reasoning surprised you, but it made sense.

“Ah, I understand now. It all makes sense really.”

"Now I'm just looking for a friend-with-benefits type of thing. I prefer that because I don't want anything serious right now. The issue is I haven't found anyone willing to go along with it."

This fascinated you a lot. 

"Most of the girls I've tried this within the past ended up getting feelings for me. I feel bad having to reject them afterward, you know?"

"Oh, I completely understand! I hope you find someone willing to go along with it someday."

He let out a loud sigh and agreed too. It was getting late and you both turned over and went to sleep.

♡♡♡♡

You couldn’t fall asleep and you kept on thinking about the previous conversation you had with Kun. You start to have fantasies of what it would be like if you guys were friends with benefits.

You pictured how he might caress your body, wrap his arms around you, and whisper dirty things into your ear. The thought of him sucking and biting all over your neck, making you feel good, crossed your mind. You even began to imagine what his dick probably looks like.

You almost felt uneasy for having such lewd thoughts of him.

You didn’t understand why you felt this way about Kun. You guys practically didn’t know each other before and now all you want him is to be buried deep inside of you.

You just want to get off to all the little fantasies you were having. You were sure he was fast asleep by now. You found yourself starting to squeeze your legs together. That wasn’t enough and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You carefully lifted the pillow that had been creating a distance between you and Kun. Wanting to avoid any sudden movements that might wake him up, you proceeded with caution.

You started to maneuver your way toward his side of the bed, subtly moving your backside closer to him. You were silently hoping that he would catch on to the hint and take things further.

You couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed for acting this way.

As you continued grinding onto him and covered your mouth to stifle any noises, you suddenly felt one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

He pulled you closer to him and you felt his breath against your neck. That alone sent tingles down your spine. 

“Mhmm, I didn’t think you were going to be this needy for me, love.”

You start to become flustered all over again. It was hard to believe how you had reached this point of desperation for him. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time since you last been intimate with someone. You needed Kun so badly right now that you would do anything for him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you-”

He begins to lower one of his hands down your body. He then proceeded to lift up your shirt and pull down one of your bra straps. One of your boobs became exposed and he started to grope on it with his hand. He was fondling it and was twisting your nipple too.

You couldn't help but release a low whimper as waves of pleasure surged through you. 

“Mhm, how long have you felt this way about me?”

“Since you took off your hoodie…”

“Oh, so you were staring? You really are such a filthy little liar huh?

The way he was talking down on you now was driving you mad. You can't even process any of his words right now, let alone the way he was touching you.

 You didn’t want this moment to end.

He continues by exposing the other breast, removing your bra, and tossing it aside. Now topless, you only remained in your shorts. He flips you onto your back and positions himself on top of you. Despite feeling intimidated, it only adds to your arousal.

"God, how can you be so desperate for me, darling? Here I thought you couldn’t sink this low."

He lowered himself to your ear and whispered, "I know you were rubbing and squeezing those pretty thighs of yours the moment I took off my hoodie. Don't act all innocent around me — I know what you are-."

His kisses and sucks all over your neck made you practically shake from anticipation.

"You're just a dirty little slut for me."

That did it for you. 

You grabbed his face and started to make out with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Things started to become so intense between the two of you, that your tongues started to interlock with one another. Both were fighting for control and were gasping for air.

You both were grunting and moaning from all the sexual tension that was in the room. He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss all over your chest. Trying not to make loud noises, you covered your mouth to suppress any sounds.

Kun wasn't pleased with that.

He seized both of your hands and pinned them over your head.

“Aww, baby don’t go and hide all the pretty noises you have been making for me.”

He started to move onto the other boob and used his other free hand to caress the other one. He was making you feel so good at this moment.

“You know, Hendery's room is right next to mine…”

You started to widen your eyes and you started to feel a bit embarrassed now. The fact that he could probably hear all the noises you were making right now was kinda humiliating.

“Imagine the look on his face when he hears you start to moan my name.”

He then proceeds to suck on your breast aggressively and it made a loud pop sound when he release it from his mouth. That sent shockwaves throughout your body. He leaned down and whispered into your ear

“I bet you would like that a lot huh pretty girl?”

That alone made you feel hot all over. The fact that everyone in the house could hear what was going on between you right now - especially Hendery was driving you insane. But something deep within yourself wanted him to hear. You imagine how jealous he feels right now.

“Umm… maybe I do.”

“Wow, you really are as evil as everyone says you are.”

He started to take off his shirt and was looking down at you.

“But, I kind of like that about you.”

You have never been so attracted to Kun up until this moment. 

He sat up slightly, and you started to explore his body. Your hands moved down from his chest, gradually reaching lower. Gently pulling down his sweatpants to his knees, you traced the outline of his arousal through his boxers. It turned out to be bigger than you initially thought.

He then switched positions and now he is sitting up against the bedframe.

“I want you now to give me a little show. Take off your shorts for me.”

You felt so needy for Kun now.

You turned yourself around so now your backside was facing him. He was for sure liking the view you were giving him. Gradually peeling back your shorts and panties, you glanced back at him. The sinful look you had in your eye, made him even more feral for you.

 He slowly starts to pump his dick into his hand. He was loving the way you looked right now. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the whole night. Now that he has you all to himself, he is going absolutely insane for you. 

You start to arch your back and shoved two of your fingers into your aching pussy. You hated how humiliating this was for you. But you couldn’t care less at this point. You just subconsciously follow all his orders and demands. You start to whimper and moan out his name. 

“Fuck… I want you to just fuck me already…”

He threw his head back for a second and locked his eyes back onto you.

“Patience darling…you will get everything you ever wanted if you just wait a little longer for me.”

You nod your head and agreement and start rubbing yourself faster than before. You've become increasingly anxious and unsure how much longer you can endure all of this. Your whimper and moans started to become louder and louder for him. He was loving every second of it.

Kun was at his breaking point.

“Shit…get over here right now.”

He removed his boxers and sweatpants entirely now. You halted what you were doing and began to lower your mouth onto his erection. You were bopping your head up and down on it.

He leaned his head back against the bed frame, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving him. He started to grab your hair and pulled your head onto him. Your eyes start to water and you begin to gag and choke on him.

That just made him even harder for you.

He then grabbed both his hands and put them both around your head. He started facefucking you with his cock. He was moving at such a rough pace, his bed started to shake aggressively. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He was bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, and you experienced a profound sense of euphoria in that moment. He felt himself getting close so he stopped him and pulled you off him. You struggled to gasp for air, feeling a bit winded.

But the night wasn’t over yet.

He pulled you into his lap and made you sit on his thigh. 

“Now, before I finish inside of you, I want you to show me how desperate you truly are and ride my thigh.”

You started to become hot all over. You started to doubt if you still had it in you to keep on going.

“I - mean I don’t know if I can do all that…”

He delivered a sharp slap against your ass, and it elicited a scream of pleasure from you. He burst into laughter, wearing a patronizing look on his face. A sense of fear began to creep in as you started to feel a little intimidated by him.

“What do you mean you don’t know baby? You were practically waving your ass against my cock earlier and now all of a sudden you want to act all shy?”

His hand landed onto your ass once last time. He slowly started to rub it to soothe you from the pain. That alone made you start squirming for him. 

“God, I didn’t think you would become this much of a pussy for me now. It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me, sweetheart.”

You had enough of this. 

You started to rub up and down on his thigh. You supported yourself by wrapping your arms around his neck. You didn’t care how loud you were being for him at this point. With the pace you were going at, it made your clit start to twitch. You were in such a deep, sensual state that nothing else mattered to you right now.

All of a sudden Kun started to flex his thigh. 

That just made you let out one of the loudest moans you had for the night so far. It very much caught you off guard and you weren’t expecting it. You couldn’t help yourself and threw your head back from pleasure. 

He didn’t like that and grabbed your jaw and made you look at him. 

“Nice try baby, but you are going to have to keep those pretty eyes on me ok?”

His teasing nature was driving you insane for him. He was being so rough and gentle at the same time. You couldn’t understand why you were so horny right now but you were loving every second of it. 

You feel yourself start to become close. 

It seemed that Kun noticed and he moved his hand down onto your neck now. He pulled you into him and said in your ear

“Go ahead and cum for me like the needy girl you are.”

You didn’t hold back and let out such a slutty moan that even tears of pleasure started to roll down your face. Before you can even adjust, he pushes you down onto the bed with you lying flat on your stomach.

You were a little terrified by what was happening right now. Everything had happened so fast. He went down to you and pulled on your hair to make you look back at him. 

“Oh, you thought we were done?”

Without any warning, he slips his cock into your wet pussy. You let out a loud moan and didn’t even try to conceal it. 

“I’m still not fucking satisfied.”

He started pounding into you deep and was fucking you stupid. You were in a pronebone position and he had your right where he wanted you. He wanted you to feel everything for him right now. He wasn’t slowing down any of his strokes at all. 

“.. Fuck you make me feel so good.”

Kun liked the way you talked to him like that. He wouldn’t want to admit it but he secretly likes to get praise. 

“Oh yeah?”

He placed both of his hands on the bedframe, using them as support to properly thrust into you. His strokes became more rough and precise.

"How about now, darling? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

You never felt this good before during sex until now. He was touching you in ways that awakened sensations in places and areas you didn't even know existed. You were practically screaming his name at the top of your lungs.

He eventually started aiming at you in a certain spot and your eyes started to water again. 

“Fuck… slow down I can’t handle it-”

He began ramming into your G-spot with increased speed and aggression. Your screams echoed from the deep, forceful strokes he was delivering.

“Mhm, I don’t think I can slow down sweetheart. How can I resist when you look this good, being my desperate little plaything?”

His degrading words made you twitch a little for him.

“Aww, you liked that? You like when I keep fucking you right here?”

He started moving even more faster than before.

“Yes… please don’t stop - fuck”

He starts to slow down his pace a bit. He was practically teasing you at this point. 

“First you wanted me to stop then slow down and now go faster? God, why can’t you just make up fucking your mind?”

You couldn’t even control what you were saying right now - let alone even remember. All this overstimulation was starting to affect your head. You don’t know how much longer you could take this.

“But fuck I’m really close. I’m going to be serious now and not hold back anymore - are you ready?”

You nodded your head and he went back into fucking you. You were about to cum for the 2nd time now. He was driving you insane and you just couldn’t wait for this all to be over.

“Mhm… Fuck… darling I’m gonna-”

You both feel yourselves on the verge and both came at the same time.

 The moan you let out was so loud and your eyes started to roll to the back of your head. He climaxed inside of you and withdrew his erection from your now-soaked wet core.

He lay back to your side, and you were still on your stomach.

You both just took a moment to reflect on what had just transpired between the two of you.

It was one of the best nights you had in a very long time.

You completely forgot about your upcoming exams at this point. When you were with Kun, it felt as if the world had stopped, and the only things in motion were the two of you.

“Are you ok? I wasn’t too rough or anything right?”

You turned onto your side to face him. Despite feeling exhausted and a bit shaken up, you were now looking at him.

“No, everything was just perfect honestly! Apart of me wants to do this again sometime…”

“Really? Are you sure it’s a good idea? I don’t want you to fall for me or anything.” He said in a joking manner.

You rolled your eyes and said “Oh please, I will be just fine. After all, you did want someone who is ok with being  friends-with-benefits…”

Kun's eyes have widened by your previous statement. He had this cocky look on his face and said 

“Wait, don’t tell me you were thinking about that this whole time?”

You start to heat up from embarrassment. He read right through you like a book.

“Maybe I was, who knows…”

You both started laughing and he then pulled you and made you lay on top of him. He was slowly patting your head and you both stayed there in silence.

“If you’re okay with it, then I’m willing to try too.”

You smiled under him and were pleased by his response.

You both became pretty good friends after tonight and would always be there for each other if called upon….

**AUTHOR NOTES: ** If you want to see what would happen if the bottle landed on a different member, choose here: [TEN] [WINWIN] [HENDERY] [XIAOJUN] [YANGYANG] 

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[mins-fins]

closure.

&&. but really, what closure can you even receive? he's gone, and you'll never see him again.

pairing: ten lee x m!reader

genre: yummy yummy angst

warnings: mentions of death, hospitals, and some homophobia

word count: 1.2k

notes: do you guys like angst ☺️?? i like angst for sure!! so anyway i have finished all my tests and it is now the weekend, so have this ten angst i cooked up while i also work on that long detective ten fic that i totally do not cry over every time i touch it

"your hands are always so cold".

ten chuckles at your muttering, again lacing your fingers together as you wince a little bit due to the cold surface of his fingers. he winks at you, and turns back to the pastries he was currently decorating, letting go of your hand. "yours are always warm, were so compatible, aren't we?"

you just stay silent at his question, observing him as he decorated the cookies before him with icing, a small smile on his face as he thinks about something funny.

you observe him for what seems like forever, a smile crossing your features as you watch him do it so meticulously, as if with no mistakes at all.

he's like a magician.. you think to yourself as he continues, and another smile comes to your face. he is very pretty, gorgeous even!

your not sure how long you stay lost in thought, it's like your eyes fix on ten and suddenly, you get lost in your own mind. he isn't doing anything drastic, just decorating cookies—

and looking absolutely gorgeous while doing so..

"what are you thinking about?"

his soft voice snaps you out of your own head, and you catch his eyes quickly, they soften as the two of you make eye contact, which gets a small chuckle out of you.

"you".

you don't mean to respond so honestly, but you do, and he just looks down, snickering. "aww, really?"

"you know already.." you mutter, turning away as your eyes focus on the window. it's pitch black, not like it's the middle of the night or anything, it's just black, no street lamps, no additional lights, nothing else to see but black.

there's nothing outside..

there's nothing anywhere outside the house, you know that, and you hate it.

"yeah, i do" you can hear the smile in his voice, but you don't look at him, continue staring at your surroundings. they're all blurry except for the area surrounding you two, like your both in a small personal bubble where the rest of the world makes absolutely no sense.

"why do you do this to me?"

you try to laugh as you ask that question, but you sound more depressed than anything. ten pauses his actions, and merely glances up at you, tilting his head as he blinks.

"i don't know what your talking about, babe".

there goes that dumb nickname again, the one that somehow always get your stomach flipping for a completely unknown reason. ten has just this thing with giving you couple like nicknames, but it's normal, normal for you two.

you hate that your heart hurts.

"ten.."

"yes?"

after what seems like forever, he finally looks back up at you, and those eyes are back, the same ones that make you want to burst into tears by just the sight alone.

but you contain yourself, contain your emotions.

"why do you keep doing this to me?"

you ask the exact same question, just in a different way, you just need to know, you don't want to leave until you know.

his gaze softens, and his reaches forward to caress your cheek with his thumb. you want to flinch away from the touch, but you don't, you relax, and you hate that you do.

you hate that he isn't ever going to come back..

"i really don't mean to.." he mutters, a soft smile coming to his face, while your sad frown remains. "i just want you to say it".

"i can't—"

"you can".

you feel like your about to cry, and you hate that you feel like your about to cry. you never got to spend that much time with him, it all felt like it went by so fast, you could never even process your feelings, let alone tell him how you felt before he.. well.

you look down, sniffling despite no tears falling down your cheeks yet. "why'd you have to go?"

"i didn't have a choice, babe".

you know, you know he didn't. no one ever has a choice when it comes to suddenly dying, it was all so random, abrupt, it all just happened.

"i'm sorry.." you mutter, an unforeseen guilt suddenly taking over you. it's not fair, you get to wake up and he doesn't? do you even deserve any of this? it feels like you did something horrible.

"there's no need to be".

"i love you" you finally say, somehow able to keep yourself from crying, again. ten smiles, but his smile is sad, everything about this is sad.

"i love you, and i never told you, and then you were gone, so i couldn't, and i—" you sniffle again, tears now falling down your cheeks. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hide it from you i was just scared".

and it's true, you were scared, you had seen the judging eyes from everyone else, and though ten didn't care about any of that, you did, you hated the idea of being judged for something you couldn't control, so you hid it, hid it for so long, but now he's gone, and this is really the only way you can actually tell that to him.

his smile becomes a frown, pressing his thumb to your cheek as he wipes away the tears that continue to fall down, and it only makes you want to cry more. "it's okay, it's okay, your fine now".

but you aren't, because he's not going to come back after this. even after you finally admitted what had been making your stomach swirl in uncomfortable ways for so long, ten won't just reappear, he is always gonna be gone.

"it's not" you whisper. "your not going to come back".

"but you finally got that weight off of your shoulders" he whispers, lifting your chin up so that he could look at you. "you have to wake up now".

you sigh shakily, holding onto ten for what seems like forever. you don't want to let go, you don't want to wake up, you can't, you'll never see him again if you do.

"i don't want to.."

"but you have to" ten presses. "you have so much left to do, right now isn't your time".

how am i going to do anything without you?

you hate that you begin crying again, and you press your head against his chest. just a few more minutes.. just a few more minutes.. you don't want to go just yet. "i'm sorry".

"don't apologize, you did everything you could, i won't ever fault you for that".

you look down, and he runs his fingers through your hair. it feels so real, you wish you could stay like this forever, with ten, in this dreamland where all he does is comfort you, hug you, whisper kind words into your ear.

"i love you.."

he just smiles as you say those last words, and he leans forward to kiss your forward, whispering; "it's time to wake up".

maybe it's his voice, or the way he gently holds you, the way his breathing gets slower and slower as he leans closer, you don't feel yourself begin slipping away, which is probably good, you weren't sure how you would hold up if you felt the dream end.

and when you open your eyes, your met with the sounds of beeping hospital machines, hushed voices, and hundreds of eyes staring at you.

your alive.

your awake.

#chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #ten lee #ten chittaphon #nct #nct u #wayv #ten nct #ten wayv #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv drabbles #nct x reader #nct x male reader #wayv x reader #wayv x male reader #ten lee x reader #ten lee x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[woozten-x]

#. 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧

‹3 gif originally posted by highwaytoheaven (fyi this is their OLD acc!)

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Perfection - there is no other word to describe him. He is the dream boy, the one that everyone falls for or at least has a soft spot for; he can possibly get anyone in the whole world to fall for him. Knowing him since highschool and being his best friend, you’ve tried your best to control your feelings for him After all, how could you possibly pursue your dream of love with Ten Lee?

─ Pairing: Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Gender-Neutral Reader (use of they/them)

─ Genre: Fanfiction, Humorous Moments, Fluff/Wholesome, Angst w. Happy Ending

─ Disclaimer: I do not personally know WayV! This is a work of FICTION. ALL 7 members are mentioned and  they appear throughout the story ─ Content Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol + actual intoxication occurs spoiler alert its ten & profanity used (f bomb used in like two sentences

─ Concepts: College!AU, Dance Major!Ten x  Art!Major Reader, Opposites attract literally, best friends to lovers :), kinda a slowburn(?), The other members are there for lighthearted moments + Kun is a tired parent </3, reader fr a overthinker, Ten exposes himself when drunk, reader is literally friends with WayV + besties with Kun & Ten

─ Count of Words: 11.2k all for my first nct bias </3

─ Inspiration of the work: Dream Boy by Waterparks + “If you don’t trust me by now, tell me right now - what can I do just to keep you around?” (Low Low by Ten & Yangyang)

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Gossip - a curse seeming to float around all morning, once you started your class. Ears straining to hear every last bit of it and anticipation leading to animated reactions, as though it really mattered to them or personally affected them; but, even if you are one to always keep to yourself, you are always catching a glimpse of conversations. Whether they knew you were there or not, you knew some rumors with an untelling sign of being true or not.

Though, some may sound ridiculously stupid at times - you can’t help, but be a bit more awake than usual in the morning. For today, the topic of discussion is surrounding your best friend; somehow, the mention of his name is waking you up more than the coffee in hand after placing your stuff down. Sitting down in your chosen seat, you held your phone in your hands and looked down, acting distracted for the time-being to avoid looking too invested in such conversation.

Ironically enough, you are trying your best to not be nosy.

“Have you heard? Ten rejected Robin from the dance team!”

“Seriously? I thought they were dating already.”

“Turns out Robin had feelings for him for a while, but…”

Curiously yet subtly, you spared a glance at the students speaking to one another. You recognized them from the dance team of the University, knowing their faces since Ten Lee had hung out with them before outside of their dance practice and meetings; though, the names to label their faces was knowledge you didn’t possess. You never really cared, anyway. After such a dramatic pause, the one explaining continues - “But, he said that he likes someone else and apologized for not liking Robin back…”

A gasp falls from the other student listening, eyes wide as saucers and a hand covering her gaping mouth. You blink at the reaction, not exactly reactive to the news as you expected; maybe you should be a little more surprised, but it was expectant of Ten to be interested in somebody. After all, he is quite popular and he’s met many people, it could be anyone! You let out a small sigh, quite disappointed to hear the news however.

It’s a simple crush, you would repeatedly tell yourself.

You shouldn’t feel the tinge of jealousy for that very person, knowing you were no match for Ten himself. He is your best friend and a person who is far out of your league, you knew someone like yourself would never deserve him; even if you’ve seen the worst parts of Ten, he is someone you cannot have. Surely, the reality is quite damaging and harsh yet you adapted to this perspective of things - after all, you were nothing but the shadow in the background or the side character.

The replaceable and easily forgettable side character, to be exact. A person who isn’t surrounded by many friends who know you and isn’t always the first pick when inviting you to events. Fortunately enough, you are able to have Ten as your best friend - honestly, it was the most you could ask for and nothing more. Shooting your shot is completely out of the picture, knowing you will become another ‘Robin’ to Ten.

“Good morning.” Suddenly, a voice rings out and you look up from your phone to face one of the few friends you made during University. Dong Sicheng, a junior in University and only being a year younger, settles beside you with his own belongings and a yawn escaping from him. His lame greeting shows the lack of enthusiasm he has for the morning, and you smile back at him before putting down your phone - “Good morning. I am guessing you got ready last minute?” you say, eyes observing the male next to you.

His hair was a bit messy, a few stray strands standing up in a few places and it seems like he threw on whatever he could find - ah, you definitely recognize that hoodie from a week ago. Sicheng hums, “It’s a Monday. I forgot about this class.” he sighs while stretching out his arms and letting his body rest atop of the desk. You rest your chin on the basis of your palm after propping your elbow up onto the desk, “Did you stay up playing games or what?” you ask with a slight tilt of your head.

“God, don’t remind me…I regretted it. Dejun and Hendery were a pain to carry,” he groans and brings his hands up against his face to rub the tiredness lingering on his expression. You laugh, your gaze slowly returning to the dance students gossiping about their dance leader - the mentions of Ten’s name making you sigh, a small ache resonating in your heart. Is a crush supposed to hurt this much? Even so, how could you believe some gossip like that?

You never know if it is true! Knowing yourself however, you knew you wouldn’t bother to ask Ten himself about the rumors surrounding him.

Sicheng grunts, “It must be a pain to be so popular.”

You perked up at his sarcastic comment, looking towards him. “You heard about the stuff surrounding Ten?” you ask and Sicheng nods, another yawn escaping him while he sits up in his seat. “Considering how many people are on the dance team, it’s everywhere.” He said, rolling his eyes a bit; sometimes, he’s glad he doesn’t have the curse of popularity influencing his college life. Sicheng looks towards you a bit quizzically, “Did he ever mention to you and Kun about having a crush on someone? You seem surprised.”

“Um…No? I don’t know about Kun knowing, but I am definitely surprised. He always says he never has time for that type of stuff,” you said with a shrug and a pang to your heart. It was another reason why you never bothered trying - Ten’s passion for dancing and focus on becoming a dance teacher and owning his very own studio leads him incredibly busy in achieving such reality, rather than worrying about a little funny thing called ‘love’. If you were to ever confess, you knew your friendship with Ten would end up in shambles and possibly become a setback to Ten.

You never want to be a burden for him, after all.

Sicheng hums in acknowledgement to your words, “He always talks about everything but not at the same time. He is really something, especially to his own best friends.” He said and you simply nodded. Even during your junior year of highschool, befriending Ten is similar to a feline; someone who can be expressive, but chooses to be aloof with many things. You never minded though, knowing Ten trusts you enough to reach out whenever he does need it. But, even for years of knowing him, you wonder if you ever heard him talk about his past relationships.

The thought seems quite sour at the tip of your tongue. Someone having Ten as theirs? The very thought made you squirm in your seat, the greediness within your heart wishing to be that same person who possibly made Ten happy; at the very same time though, your heart aches as it knows his heart is not supposed to fit perfectly on the palms of your hands.

You didn’t deserve it.

The perfect fit for Ten is someone, but it wasn’t you.

No matter how many times you hope, reality is always willing to crush it like a bug scattering away from the truth.

. . .

Carrying your tray alongside your other best friend since highschool, you wait for the other male to pick up the desired food he wanted for lunch, the two of you accompanying each other in comfortable silence. Qian Kun, a classmate of yours when the two of you met then mutually knowing each other through Ten, places a few items on his tray before looking towards you - “They don’t have the sweet bread they usually have,” he complains with a disappointing sigh. Tilting your head towards the options on display, you could understand the disappointment the other had; it wasn’t impressive whatsoever.

“Maybe they’ll have it tomorrow?” you suggest, the words said in hopes of comforting your disappointed best friend of missing his favorite snack. He lets out a quiet ‘hopefully’, finally moving away from his spot and walking towards the usual table the two of you sat at; following after him, you felt an uncomfortable twist within your gut. It definitely wasn’t the bathroom calling, but the type to make you feel something is wrong. You glance around, wondering if your own intuition is leading you to some sort of answer in the cafeteria.

To no avail, you are left with no direct sign or answer to your bothersome feeling. The slight tugging causes you to feel a bit anxious, is it that serious? You try your best not to think too much, especially when sitting next to Kun. Knowingly, the other male would be questioning you and trying to solve the mystery with you; you've never been the type to say much about whatever is on your mind, surely that won’t change now. “Thank you for the meal,” Kun hums out before eating and you take off your backpack to place it onto your lap; hands unzipping and peeking inside. It seems like your own intuition was correct, as you rummage through your belongings to find something missing.

“Shit. I forgot my sketchbook,” you tut out with a sigh followed after and closing up your backpack once you realized. Kun looks towards you with slight confusion, “You forgot it at your dorm or in class?” he asks, unsure of where exactly you left it. Picking up the kimchi sitting in the corner of your tray with your chopsticks, “During class.” you reply back while taking a bite. Kun swallows a few more bites, concern expressing from his handsome face and you know he is going to say the ‘Really? Today must not be your day.’

Maybe it wasn’t. Was it about Ten? You could feel the distaste towards such an assumption, feeling like an overreaction more than anything. It was the start of a week, supposedly you are still begging for a longer weekend.

“You know, you should start packing up faster. I wouldn’t be missing out on the snacks they have!” A voice of complaint says, a tray placed down in front of you and you looked towards the owner of the voice - Hendery; a sophomore with long brown locks and doe eyes in University where you met him at a party with Kun a year ago, and you are still unsure on what his real name is. Another dark brunette male followed him after, sitting down in front of you once setting down his tray - Dejun.

“I was getting notes for the both of us since someone didn’t pay attention to the lecture!” Dejun argues back, the two of them bickering and you watch alongside Kun. It wasn’t too surprising, as Dejun and Hendery have been close friends along with another student - Yukhei; a tall, broad male who intimidated you at first, only to know he is a happy virus like Hendery. He is the same person who exposed Hendery’s passport, and now you and Kun have no idea what his real name is since everyone called him Hendery for whatever reason.

Though, the more you pondered on other possible names held accountable for Hendery’s identity, you cannot find another name that doesn’t fit him.

Once the two quieted down from their quarrel, Kun spoke up - “You two didn’t pay attention during the lecture?” he questions, seeming to only pay attention to the fact the two younger students didn’t bother to listen than their petty argument about packing up faster. Dejun shrugs, “I zoned out. But, you know what he did? He fell asleep.” He tells, dramatically turning to look at Hendery then rolling his eyes. “Maybe if you didn’t suck so bad at ranked, we wouldn’t be staying up!” the brunette exclaims.

“How long did you two stay up?” Kun says with disappointment, sounding like a parent becoming the mediator of his two children’s problems.

“Three of us stayed up until 4 a.m.” Dejun answers.

“Three?”

“Sicheng was with us!” Hendery discloses, exposing your first period friend and classmate. You raised a hand to speak up, “I can vouch for that. He was exhausted this morning.”

Kun loudly scoffs, “You three were staying up for games?” a loud sigh followed after while he shakes his head. He could never understand the three of them. Hendery gasps, “It’s more than a game! It’s ranked.” He defends, his hands lifting in exaggeration to his justification. You chuckle, until you see four familiar boys approaching the table; your eyes instantly moving towards one.

Keen on the details of his smile taking place on his pink lips and his usual sharp gaze softer than usual, his expression radiant as though the sun had captured his beauty. Black hair parted and neatly combed, no sight of any stray strands; he is well-kept, having no flaw when it comes to his handsomeness. No matter how many times you look at him, your own heart becomes steady as if you were in a state of euphoria - you are mesmerized by the most breathtaking art piece in the whole room.

“Has your parents taught you that staring is rude?” The playful comment saves you from the captivity you felt towards Ten. The raven-head standing in front of you and tilting his head at you, almost mocking you while you looked up at him; you felt a smile appear on your face, “I can’t stare at my pretty best friend?” You answer back. You weren’t one to always talk, especially in your loud group of your friends; but, you were one of the few who is able to keep up with Ten’s banter.

However, calling him your ‘best friend’ out loud felt undeniably wrong. Of course, it was only your own loyalty to the fact that you find him nothing more than a crush - Ten being your first love is a dream; a faraway dream whereas you could not capture, no matter how many times you leap.

“Eww!” yells out the youngest member among everyone, the blonde watching the two of you interact from the very start had cried out in disgust rather dramatically. Everyone at the table looked at him, “You two should get together at this point.” Yangyang simply said, Ten rolling his eyes and nudging you to move as he tried to sit beside you. Pushing Kun along the way, “Yah! You could have just sat on my side.” He protests while Sicheng sits beside him. Ten lets out an amused hum, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

You felt your breath hitch, the scent of cologne and a tinge of coffee reaching your senses once pulled closer. “I want to be close with the cutest Y/N~” he teases, speaking in a high voice to express his adoration for you. After knowing Ten for years, his own fake adoration for you always made you feel certain things; knowing damn well, you can’t cling onto the idea of seeing him as a ‘crush’ every time it occurs. He always acts this way, especially towards Yangyang or Sicheng, you aren’t exactly special. “Is my cutie blushing?” Ten points out, unknowingly you are sitting next to him with pink decorating your cheeks.

Suddenly, the obnoxious laughter of Yukhei is ringing in your ears, the others expressing their disgust or joining in the teasing about you. At this very moment, you wish you could be swallowed whole and disappear. “Shut up all of you,” you helplessly say while lifting up your own hands to hide your face and Yangyang points at you - “You can’t tell me that they aren’t cute together!” he says, the others nodding and agreeing.

Surprisingly enough, Ten didn’t bother to deny such a thing. He continues to smile and hold you close next to him, a sense of proudness radiating from him and you felt like crumbling at that very moment. What the hell is Ten doing? What the hell is everyone doing? Being the butt of some joke is not always fun, especially when it’s taking a toll on your feelings.

“I have to go!” you utter out amidst your embarrassment, finally moving to push Ten away and lifting yourself up from your seat. Kun looks at you, “Are you alright?” he voices out his concern, realizing they may have crossed a certain line. “Can I at least have your leftovers?” Yukhei suddenly speaks out, pointing at the food remaining on your tray; it was obvious the taller was changing the topic for the sake of everyone, or maybe he is seriously concerned about food being thrown out in the trash.

You clear your throat, “I have to get my sketchbook. I have art after this.” You said while pushing your tray towards the athlete in silent acceptance towards his request. Yukhei smiles, “Thank you~” he said happily. Thankfully enough, everyone else followed along with the flow of conversation - Dejun speaks up, “At the dorm or…?” his words trail off along with his confusion. Picking up your backpack, “In my last class.”

Ten watches you then flinches once feeling Yangyang subtly kicking him underneath the table. He meets eyes with the younger before looking at you, “I’ll go with you. It’s almost time to get to class anyway and our departments are close to each other.” He said, getting up and the others nodded their heads in acknowledgement towards his words. Hendery reaches over, “Gimme gimme.” he childishly says, picking up a few of your leftovers on the tray next to Yukhei’s. Kun waves a hand, “See you guys later.”

Leaving the cafeteria with Ten accompanying your side, you look at him in the corner of your eye; he looks ahead, his perfect side profile fully on display and it makes your own heart ache by his visuals. He turns his head to look at you, instinctively you turn to face him properly and meet his eyes - he smiles upon seeing your face, “Did I embarrass you a bit too much back there? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” He says, his voice sweet yet smooth in your ears.

You shook your head, “No…It’s alright. I wasn’t really prepared for the sudden change of topic.” You manage out an excuse, knowing it sounds confusing on what you really meant. You knew your friends long enough to know anyone can be targeted for teasing, you are no stranger to such tactics; maybe you are not used to being teased often? Oh, your brain is trying to make up every damn excuse on why you reacted the way you did. Deep down, deep in the depths of your heart, you knew that you were flustered because of Ten himself. Thankfully, Ten had no will to pry and simply accept your answer - “Alright, I am just checking.” He said, nodding his head.

You nearly forgot why you had left the cafeteria, almost walking by the class and you halted in your steps while Ten followed along. “It’s this class, let me grab it.” You say, ready to open the door and step inside before Ten reaches out and holds onto your hand. Pausing, feeling his cold skin against your warm hands made you shudder; Ten always had unnaturally cold hands, for some odd reason. You look towards him with confusion, “Is there something wrong?” You ask and he seems to be deep in thought.

The usual smile playing on his lips was transparent, completely gone to the eye; even when you tried to move your hand away, he had quite a grip on you to prevent you from moving away. Unusually so, he is serious. No, dramatic head tilt with a glare like he would do with hints of sass nor any expression of him teasing you with his actions - you were unsure whether to call out his name to lead him out of his trance or wait.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” Ten asks an unexpected question for such serious anticipation. You thoughtfully pondered, wondering if you are free; it was a Tuesday night and you shook your head with a small pout, “No. I have to finish this project I am working on by Friday and I was assigned with a presentation. Why?” You reply back with head tilting in mere confusion towards the male. A chuckle escapes from his lips, his somber expression cracked by his usual smile - “I expected you to be busy. I was going to invite you to a party tomorrow.”

His grasp weakened and he didn’t spare another glance to his hand occupied with yours. Breathlessly, your gaze shifts away from his face and onto the hand holding onto yours; Ten looking also, and he lets go to your dismay. Tinge of discontent flourishing throughout your body, your mind wishing you could hold onto him a bit longer and tighter. “A party on a Tuesday?” You laugh, relieving the tension between the two of you with a cursing warmth spreading across your cheeks; you are blushing like a fool again.

“I know right? Well, it is more of the dance team’s party but I decided to invite some of my friends other than Yangyang.” He sighs, seeming quite let down by your rejection. You wished to apologize and hopefully reconsider your plans, however your bad habit of procrastinating for art isn’t something to be taken lightly; considerably enough, you knew you needed an idea on what to draw then paint, which would take time to dry. You sigh, the time where you could hang out with your usually busy best friend wasn’t going to work out whatsoever.

“Let's hang out next time whenever we get the chance, okay?” You smile at him, compensating for the lost time between the two of you. Even the small moments of walking to class together wasn’t enough, especially since you want to spend time with Ten and Kun like the old days. “We can also invite Kun too when we do!” You said with excitement, a slight bounce on the soles of your feet and Ten couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. Seeing your cute habit of bouncing a little in excitement and smiling widely like a child during Christmas morning, Ten would have to be catching some miracle to see you like this. He misses you, after all. He nods his head, “Sounds like a plan~ Maybe we can talk about it once we graduate or towards the end of the year.” 

“I would love that,” You say with a grin sent towards him. Ten’s eyes flicker away from your eyes to your lips, a temptation to your cute smile, but he holds back. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the right time to do anything. Remembering your original plan on why you ventured off with Ten, you exclaimed a quick ‘be right back!’ and left inside the classroom with Ten standing in front of the door. His smile fell away, a hand lifting up onto his chest and he felt his very heart racing. Shaking his head, he tries to calm himself down.

Albeit the many times he’s hung out with you, Ten’s own vision becomes clearer than before; it was a late realization, but the idea of love with you seems to become a desire. Other than his passion for dancing and education becoming his distraction, Ten hoped he could confess his feelings soon.

Unknowingly enough, Ten is hoping to catch the right time to give you a chance of love with him.

. . .

Seated on the wooden floor of your single room dorm, you stare blankly at your open sketchbook with the most uninterested look. It was a Tuesday night, the night where you are alone and stuck with the soft murmuring of the music playing for the past two hours - somehow, the same two hours had passed within two minutes! You realized the time passing by like sand falling between the gaps of your fingers, the surprise overtaking your expression; how the hell is it two hours later?

How the hell did you proceed to waste so much time doing nothing? You groan and raise your hands, placing them on your face while dramatically falling back. Your back hits the hard floor underneath, “I can’t think of anything!” you yell over your music to express your exasperation. For some odd reason, you couldn’t find any motivation nor any ideas on what to draw; regardless of the wasted time of pondering, you found no renowned idea to use for this project. Sometimes, you wished there was a prompt to follow this time.

However, what is an artist without any ounce of creativity? Maybe you should have gone out to that damn party to hopefully find some inspiration. It was a last resort and possibly will be your biggest regret, if you went - after all, it was a party with alcohol and you know damn well you will awaken in the morning with a hangover or feeling shitty in general from the aftermath of adrenaline.

Staring up at the ceiling, you drift away from reality. The melody of the music carries you elsewhere and you let out a deep sigh, the exhale letting your body relax; even in the midst of stress, you always find some ability to distract yourself from it. Daydreaming for hours is one skill you have, the skill possibly manifested from the past of being alone for the most part; suddenly, you are taken back to the past of your highschool years. There is always a saying of your middle school years being the worst, somehow both highschool and middle school became your worst - how the hell did you survive?

You’ve always been someone who is stuck in the background. A wandering shadow, who is never taking the spotlight regardless of the chance of it being open or not; if you were lucky enough, people would notice for some idle conversation and you simply fade back into the background once again. Maybe it was your fault for never trying in your friendships, but it’s not like you are surviving school for the sake of having friends - you’ve always been one stuck in the clouds, ‘head in the clouds’ as anyone would call it.

You were always stuck elsewhere, constantly engaged with your sketchbook. Even if you were lucky enough to find people who did talk to you, you were never the one invited outside of school; sometimes, you are lucky enough to be a side character who stands there without much purpose. People only spoke to you because they were either alone in the class or they were fishing out for answers for the damn study guide, regardless you knew you weren’t of much importance to anyone.

Even if you were lonely, you learned to deal with it until junior year of highschool. For some odd reason, you’ve grown interested in the position of becoming the manager for the dance club; why was there a manager position? You have no idea. Maybe it was because of the other sports clubs having at least one manager. The job was fairly easy, you didn’t mind staying at school during after school hours to help the teacher plan and promote. But, one particular day stood out most in comparison with others.

“Y/N, can you lock up the clubroom? I need to get home earlier than usual. Also, please sort these out too!” the teacher said to you, packing up her belongings and you looked towards her. For some reason, you couldn’t put a face to the voice; to you, she wasn’t someone you remembered too much of. Upon realization, everyone’s faces seem a bit blurry in the past. Regardless of the minor detail, like the memory goes, you accepted and took a mental note where the keys were to lock up.

Sorting through and finishing up the smaller tasks, you finally pack up to get ready and return back home. Tucking the sketchbook underneath your arm, the item you were attached to ever since and possibly the only thing that understood you more than others, you grab the keys and walk out the office. Closing it behind with a soft ‘click!’, you locked the door and walked towards the clubroom where the club members would be practicing for dance. Approaching the door, you hear the music softly playing from the inside and you confusingly look at the door.

Today was a day where all club members are home, resting up before the competition and you sigh to yourself. Who could possibly be borrowing the clubroom at this hour? Overall, this day! There were days to rest for a reason and you thought this club member is fortunate to know that the teacher wasn’t opening it, knowingly she could be strict when it comes to anyone’s well-being. Opening the door, you step inside and you see him. Possibly the most popular club member of the whole club and the one where everyone spoke good about, as you barely heard any negative rumors; the infamous Ten Lee. A foreign student from Thailand and a beauty, as every girl and boy is fawning over him. Honestly, he was a dream in comparison with everyone.

A boy with a passion for dancing but a competitive athlete, somehow outshining in every sport he tries. He is charismatic and easygoing, always melting the ice with others rather easily; he can be quiet at times, but he is always polite and bright whenever spoken to. It was hard to get on his bad side since he was such a likable, confident person. To you, he is the complete opposite.

Despite your presence, he did not stop dancing. He continues on, his sharp gaze hardened with concentration, as he maneuvers through the dance room; his steps are light, his movement fluid and smooth like he was possessed by the gods of dancing. Easily, he captures every beat of the music with his movement, dancing on with passion flaring - he is shining. Silently, you stood at the doorway, fascinated by the way he flows along the contemporary dance; it was breathtaking really.

Suddenly, he stops and his chest is heaving with eyes staring deep into his reflection; there were hints of anger in his very eyes, those passionate flames suddenly burning him up while he stood. Blinking away from the enchantment of Ten, you cleared your throat loud enough for him to hear - “Excuse me…” you spoke up awkwardly, lifting up a hand to wave for his attention. Ten whips his head towards you, “Huh? Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” He said with a chuckle.

“No, it’s fine…I am just here to lock up the club room.” You say, eyes trailing along his toned body. Sweat glistened on his skin and his chest breathing heavily, despite him catching a quick breather; you furrow your brows in concern, “You should take a break, you must be really tired.” Although it wasn’t your place to interfere, you knew your teacher would lose her shit if one of her best dancers on the team was injured. He laughs, “I should huh? You are right.” He says with a nod and walks over to his bag and picks up his water bottle.

Ten leans down to pick up the bottle, “Before you close up, can I at least finish up this song one more time?” he says while looking at you through the mirror. His reflection staring directly at you in hopes you would not reject his last practice, you frown a bit but you nodded nevertheless; after all, no one can stop a person from reaching perfection. People with an overbearing amount of passion are always bewitched by their own arts, you understood where Ten was coming from. If anything, you are no hypocrite to intervene.

“I’ll be outside-”

“You can stay here, I don’t mind. You can be my audience~” Ten voices out, properly looking at you when facing you. As much as you wanted to deny his request due to not wanting to be a distraction; he seemed confident to not let that happen. You nod your head, quietly moving to the corner of the room near the door and sat down with your backpack dropping down next to you. He hums, walking over to the bluetooth speaker, picking up his phone and replaying the song he abruptly stopped when you first came in; you looked down at your sketchbook, opening it up while you unzipped a pocket to take out a pencil. Flipping to a fresh page, you decide to doodle for the meantime.

Though that was your original plan, your eyes moved away to see Ten dancing once again. Precise yet sharp with bits of elegance once the tempo slows down, he is moving like he was in his own world; you felt like an onlooker, captivated by the spell that was casted upon you unknowingly. He dances on, every fiber of his body flowing with devotion for what he loves most. As an artist, he is a moving masterpiece - any artist’s dream, as every emotion towards the art piece is spiraling with awe.

He is stunning. No, beautiful - a beautiful dream.

Within minutes the dance is over and he ends it gracefully, his eyes directly towards the mirror of his reflection. Then, at you. A smile appears on his lips once meeting your eyes, you are completely awe-struck and you slowly regain consciousness from your trance. Ready to applaud for his hard work, he suddenly collapses and your eyes widen - “Ten!” you panickedly call out, scrambling up onto your feet and the sketchbook tossed away while running over to him. Laying on the floor sprawled out, he began to laugh once you approached him.

“Your face…” He breathes out, obvious panic written over your features. Laughing softly, “I am okay.” He says nonchalantly, sitting up and you watch his face come closer. Instinctively, you lean away but he leans towards you - “How do you like it?” he says, warmth residing in your cheeks with the proximity. “It was…” You start, remaining to be taken aback by his boldness yet in your eyes, he looked like a child awaiting approval from their parents. Catching your breath, “It was stunning. Like…Like a masterpiece.”

What the hell were you saying? What were you doing saying the most cheesy shit? You felt the embarrassment pile up, but you waited for his reaction; he seemed just as surprised by your feedback. He tosses his head back and lets out a laugh, “Really? That is a high compliment from an artist!” he says while flopping back onto the floor. Flustered, you move away from him after knowing he needs no medical assistance; you sit there, getting a glimpse of your reflection of being red.

“Someday, you should show me your drawings.” Ten suddenly says, the request making you glance at him. He turns his head to look at you with a stupid smile on his face, “I showed you my dance before everyone else. It’s only fair, Y/N~” Your name rolled off his tongue and you were surprised he even bothered to remember you. Not most club members remember you yet the most popular who probably sees so many faces everyday, has bothered to remember your name?

The memory of first meeting your best friend is a pleasurable ache, to this day you still feel it. Regardless of the many memories after that particular one, you always feel the warmth plucking your heartstrings every time you recall this one.

Your phone buzzes beside you and you sit up from the hard floor, glancing at the empty page filled sketchbook and scoffing at the sight. You should really start your art project. Seeking out for your buzzing phone, you grab it from the bed beside you and open the text messages from Ten; coincidentally enough, he is blowing up your phone. Unknowingly, you are met with messages of your best friend begging you to pick him up from the party. Worry expresses from you, wondering what could have happened.

Suddenly, Kun’s message pops up.

Qutie Kun Can you pick up Ten? He won’t get in the damn taxi nor won’t he listen to me when I try to bring him back to his dorm.

Please pick him up, he is being an annoying bastard and I am embarrassed.

He is laying on the floor on the verge of throwing up or crying, I am not sure.

He’s drunk btw.

Laughing a bit at the messages from the stressed Kun, you knew he was dealing with a lot of responsibility from Ten being drunk. There are only a few instances where you encountered shit-faced Ten, it was mainly from him competing against the others during a drinking game; usually though, he only did it when it was you and the others drinking. Was the party so boring that he decided to ditch it with the others? Who knows. You wonder what blackmail Yangyang had taken this time.

Getting dressed with a warm jacket to fight off the cold night weather and tugging on a pair of comfortable sweats, you take a plastic bag in case of any mishaps that may occur when dragging Ten back to his dorm. Following the location and telling the taxi driver the situation, he agrees to take you and Ten back to the dorms of the university; you sigh and look out the window of the passing car, the streetlights glowing an orange throughout the streets. Double checking the time, it was only 1 a.m. and you had mistaken the night being much earlier.

Arriving at the house where the party was hosted, you heard the blaring music from the home itself. “Excuse me for a moment.” You say towards the driver, getting out and instantly seeing Ten being manhandled by Yukhei himself; the taller male had thrown him over his shoulder, the smaller male in his grasp whining and occasionally smacking Yukhei’s back. As expected, Yangyang is taking photos with his phone and the flash. Laughter is surrounding your familiar group of friends, a smile appearing when approaching them.

“Here comes Ten’s hero! Are you happy now, brat?” Kun calls out over the music towards the drunken Ten, the others turning towards you as you stand around with them. Greetings of the others are given to you, politely nodding your head to them while noticing two members gone - “Where’s Dejun and Sicheng?” Hendery instantly laughs at the mention of their names while Yangyang smirks. “Dejun is throwing up his guts in the toilet with Lose-Lose being his babysitter. He lost rock paper scissors on who takes care of him,” Yangyang answers back and you nod.

After knowing them for awhile, somehow rock paper scissors means more than a stupid children’s game. “How many did you guys drink?” You ask, looking at Ten to only see his face flushed and looking quite constipated; you wonder if Yukhei’s broad shoulder pushing into his gut is going to make him barf at this very moment. “Not a lot. Dejun drank on an empty stomach and well…Ten decided to drink a couple more than he needed to,” Kun sighs like a distressed parent explaining what his children did to cause such disappointment.

“Have you started on your art project yet?” Hendery asks and you instantly frown upon the mention of it. Kun instantly scolds you, knowing you are procrastinating like your life depended on it - well, maybe if you procrastinate hard enough it will disappear. Hopefully. “I will start on it soon! I just gotta figure out what to draw,” You say with a shrug. Yukhei suddenly points to himself, “Draw me!” he exclaims and you look at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll draw you if it's vote based for a grade!” You reply back, laughter erupting among all of you.

“I like it, picasso!” Hendery yells out, patting you on the back. Kun looks towards you, “Have you eaten yet?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t worry about me, I already had dinner.” You say with a dismissive hand and suddenly the taxi behind you honks, and you glance over your shoulder then back at the others - “Shit, I forgot about him…I’ll take care of him!” You add while pointing at your best friend. Yukhei nods, “I’ll bring him to the car.” He states while you say your goodbye to the others while walking to the car with Yukhei.

You look up at the taller, “So, why are you carrying him?”

“He kept running away. We had to find him for the past 5 minutes before you got here,” Yukhei answers back with a laugh of disbelief. Somehow, his upperclassman is like a child when drunk. Walking up to the car, Yukhei carefully places Ten inside who is somehow still awake to your surprise; you bid your goodbye to the athlete, thanking him for his kindness for handling your best friend’s troublesome behavior. Getting in the car, you apologize to the driver. Sitting next to you, Ten let out incoherent mumbles under his breath while leaning towards you.

His head rests on your shoulder and you look at him, “You drank too much. I brought a plastic bag just in case.” You say while revealing the bag inside your pocket, Ten looking up at you and smiling. He is smiling widely, his eyes creasing like crescent moons had overtaken his round eyes; you chuckle, adoring the cute blush spread on his face. As the two of you return to campus, you pay the driver and help Ten out of the car. “Come on…” you beckon him, dragging him out as he seems too intoxicated to move on his own.

Helping him to his dorm, he drags his feet lazily and leans against you for leverage; you groan, gripping onto his waist tightly while carrying him. “Ten, it would be great if you moved on your own.” You sigh, walking to his dorm complex. His head rests against your shoulder, he sighs loudly - “I missed you…” he softly says, the words causing you to be dumbfounded. What the hell was that? You chuckle, reminding yourself he is drunk and nothing more. “Oh really? We saw each other during lunch today though,” You remind him while supporting him up the stairs.

Cursing in your head, you wished the damn dorm complex was responsible enough to fix the elevator. Ten chuckles, “I know. But, we barely see each other after…I missed you.” He repeats, nudging your shoulder with his head like a feline rubbing themselves against you for attention. You breathe a bit heavily from helping him and you turn to him a bit, “Over the weekend we can hang out, okay?” you say with a smile despite the difficult situation. The two of you just finished one flight of stairs, there are only two more to go!

Ten did not reply, but he goes up the stairs with you like a clumsy newborn deer on ice. You nearly got a heart attack when Ten stumbled a bit further for your comfort. “You know, I had a lot of regrets.” He suddenly says, the two of you reaching the top and you look at him. Eyes glazed over, his expression becoming serious and you could see a tinge of sadness in his eyes. You did not reply, not knowing what to say while you begin the last steps before reaching the end goal.

“I regretted…For not giving them a chance during senior year of highschool…During the beginning of university…It feels like i’ve wasted so much time.” He slurs, his words quiet yet his words carried on to reach you in this isolated room with him. “A chance…?” you question, mainly to yourself while Ten slowly goes up the stairs and you support him from behind. Suddenly, Ten leans against the wall - “I-I like them…No, I love them. But, I was so busy with other things that I didn’t go for it…” he said bitterly, tension evident in his body.

Soon enough, the pieces are coming together and you feel your heart drop by the realization. Ten is in love with someone. Ignoring the pain gradually growing in your chest, you tell him to go up the remaining steps, encouraging him to move away with this topic. Surely, he is a crush to you, but it hurts - it hurts more than it should have.

Ten nodded, slowly going up the steps. A tense silence follows the two of you once reaching the designated floor, you open the door and reach out to guide him however you stopped; you didn’t want to touch him - you were afraid to. Ten walks by you anyway, seeming to be oblivious to your agonizing attempt. Inhaling a deep breath before exhaling shakily, you follow after him. Ten looks at you, “I’m such an idiot right? I should have…I should have had them as mine.” He says with shame.

You looked at him, the guilt reflecting back at you and you held an indescribable feeling of pain. It was excruciating really, especially when you bite back every attempt to fall apart in front of him; you couldn’t do so, it wasn’t right. Ten was never yours to begin with. You force a smile towards him, “There’s always a chance for it. Just do it when you are ready.” You tried your best to comfort him, hoping those words are enough to drop this uncomfortable conversation. Helping him to his dorm room, Ten pats his pockets for his keys and he grumbles - “Help…” he mutters out helplessly. Staring at him, you sigh heavily and pat his pockets for him; you wanted to complain or joke, but it was difficult to. Even if he was right in front of you, you felt further away from him than before, like a dream beyond your reach.

You should have known, anyway - dreams are not meant to be grasped upon.

Finding his keys, you take it and push him aside to unlock his door. Tears welling up in your eyes with your back facing towards him, you wished you were at your own dorm; wishing for every emotion to sweep you off your feet, and simply let you rage with waves of anguish. Pushing his door open, you turn to him - “I am going to go now, okay? You go to sleep and make sure to drink water and shower tomorrow.” You tell him. Unexpectedly, once looking directly at him, the tears you tried to hold back stream down your face.

Surprised, Ten looks at you with worry - “Are you crying?” he asks the most obvious question, but it was an innocent inquiry of bewilderment. You sniffle and instantly lift up your hands to wipe away the tears, “I…I’m fine. Something got in my eyes.” You try to excuse it, run away from this very interaction at this very moment. As you wipe away, you feel warm hands touching your hands and slowly moving them away, you meet eyes with Ten looking hurt. “Don’t cry,” he says while his fingers wipe away at the streaking tears.

Wishing to push him away, he gently holds your face with his hands. “I love you.” He suddenly said, the words overcoming you with confusion and misery; you felt absolutely sick. You couldn’t trust those three words leaving his lips, your best friend…No, your first love is mistaking you for someone else. It has to be - after all, it was the only reasonable explanation due to his intoxicated state. “W-What?” You manage out, Ten staring deeply back at you like you were the only one in the entire world.

Is that how he looks at them? Is this how he looks at the love of his life?

“I love you.” He claims once more, the words weighing heavily in your mind with a painful ache. Before you could push him away, he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own; you stood frozen, unsure what to do. The alcohol lingering on his lips reminds you of the nightmare you are experiencing. You wanted to kiss back, however you came to your senses; you're not the one, not to him at least. Pushing him away, Ten looked at you confused and you felt more tears falling from your face.

“I have to go,” you voice out quietly before moving away and scurrying off. Leaving Ten behind, you heard nothing from him, as silence only follows after you; the silence is enough to let you know that you're not the one he was supposed to kiss or love tonight. You were simply a mistake, not supposed to hear those very words uttering out - your very own love for him crushed with doubt and the bleeding wound of being rejected. You aren’t enough for him.

He is your best friend. Your crush. Though, you know it wasn’t true.

You are nothing in comparison to the dream, who became your very first love.

. . .

Your back and legs ache, stiffly placing down the paintbrush onto the small table next to your wooden easel. Tiredly, you lift up an arm to rub your face against your arm to avoid the paint covered fingers from contaminating your face; you seriously don’t want anything near your eyes and mouth, especially harsh chemicals - everything still hurts, after all. Getting up from the stool, a groan emits from your lips while stretching your aching body, arms and legs - everything cracked, the silence of the spare art room disrupted by obnoxious cracks.

You could seriously pass by as an old person with the sounds leaving your body and lips. Heavily sighing, your gaze lands on the somewhat unfinished painting, the best word to really describe it was ‘almost’ since you needed more layers and a few touch-ups to satisfy the perfection you had towards it. After the incident two days ago, you’ve been avoiding the others and Ten like a plague; it wasn’t exactly easy, considering they are all worried and constantly blowing up your phone with messages from the groupchat.

Speaking of, your device buzzes and you walk over to pick it up - seeing the message of the groupchat you were in with your friends, you open it to see Hendery sending the message and continuing to type.

Chickendery Day 2 of Y/N missing lunch with us because they think we are not cool anymore

I would like to say I love them so much :( they were always so chill and willing to side with us against Kun <3

Djay I miss having to make awkward eye contact while i messily eat

im so happy that they don’t say anything

Ylang Ylang You look like Bella when you eat

stop treating it like they are dead

Chickendery THEY ARE DEAD IN MY HEART, YANGYANG.

Qutie Kun We are eating, put down your phone.

Y/N if you are seeing this, lmk if you need anything :) i can always drop something off if you want anything

Ylang Ylang favoritism at its finest

im going to go missing like y/n to be treated like a king next

Qutie Kun Shut up!

Ylang Ylang say it to my face, im sitting in front of you

good luck with your project y/n!! I know you are really busy

Smiling at the messages, you roll your eyes at the banter; it seems like Yangyang was the one to logically think you were busy with your project rather than blatantly ignoring them. After all, this wasn’t the first time happening - throughout the school years, they knew how dedicated you were to your art pieces. However, you know they find it quite abrupt, as you found no energy to reply to them to avoid the possibility of Ten randomly appearing in the chat to speak to you.

Seeing his name and thinking about him had reminded you of the weight in your chest, you felt like your own heart had shattered that night and was currently scattered. Every piece is heavy for you, having the inability to pick each one and repair yourself; you need time - time to heal from the injury you barely survived with, after that damn heartbreak. You never thought being heartbroken would hurt this badly.

Frowning and placing down your phone, you walk over to the sink in the corner of the room. Turning the knob and letting the rushing water coldly come in contact with your skin, you did your best to scrub off the dry paint marking your hands; cleansing underneath your nails and hands, you finished up with a sigh. You came to realize how you are sighing more than usual. Supposedly, it was reasonable - it feels lonely after ignoring your only friends. After drying your hands, you walk over to your backpack to unzip it and take out the packed lunch you brought.

It wasn’t anything special. In fact, it was a plain nutella sandwich with a bag of chips followed by a bottle of water. It was more of a snack than an actual meal, but you do have a reason for it - you needed to finish up your painting by today, as it takes time for the painted layers to dry before being fully finished. Quietly, you sit down on your stool and unwrap the sandwich to take a bite and turn to look at your artwork.

Near the window you sat, the sunlight glared through the glass and settled on you with a golden glow; the color scheme of your work looking vibrant to the eye, it was pleasing to look at. Even with your sudden heartbreak two days ago, you were able to have inspiration - inspired by the sudden emotions overcoming you, the figures you’ve drawn seemed familiar to you. Funnily enough, you decided to paint the same person who brought such a painful ache in your chest. It was bittersweet.

A dancer underneath the moonlight, a shadow standing still as the figure dances away without a damn worry in the world. It holds a sorrowful tone, the very message of the piece reaching out to you and making your own eyes sting; however, you haven’t cried ever since that day. Every teardrop was drained from you, thus you sat numbly in front of your easel with your nearly finished piece. This painting of emotions fully describes the unwanted feelings you held towards your best friend.

No, first love - it sounded more right this time.

Distracted by your painting, the knock made you jump a bit and you peek over at the door. You wonder if another student is thinking of using this room, regardless you've already told your own professor to occupy the room for the day; you clear your throat, “Come in!” you call out with curiosity wondering on who it could be. The door didn’t open right away, instantly you rise from your seat thinking it might be your professor - maybe he is carrying a box of supplies and is having difficulty in opening the door.

Oh, you wished that was the case.

The door opens to reveal him, the very same boy in your dreams where you wanted to have some sort of love with him. He walks in with hesitance, looking towards you with a wary look on his face; he smiles upon seeing you, but it was a smile unlike any others you’ve seen. He seemed timid. Ten clears his throat, “Sorry to bother you…But, I guessed you would be eating by this time.” He said a bit awkwardly, closing the door behind him and letting the thick silence settle in the room.

Isolated with the tension with him is suffocating, it makes you feel sick. Those feelings you’ve felt previously became intense again, but you weren’t crying; you felt angry really. Were you angry at him or at yourself? Who knows. All you know, it was a better feeling than the heartache you’ve felt for days and woken up with this morning.

“How did you find me?” You ask, your voice cold as though there was a gap between the two of you. Ten continues to smile at you, a nervous habit he had while rubbing the nape of his neck - “You are always cooped up in an art room whenever you are finishing up a project.” He says, the little detail causing you to grip onto your sandwich a bit tighter. He knows so much about you, how the hell could you stop being friends with him?

You calmed down, a sigh leaving you while looking down at your makeshift lunch. “Do you need anything? I am busy right now.” You blatantly tell with a lie, knowing it is lunchtime, you are no hypocrite who always reminds Ten to take breaks when you wouldn’t take one yourself. The smile falls from his lips, his eyes becoming softer, as though every ounce of vulnerability is revealed to you.

“I am sorry about that night…I didn’t know what I was doing. But, I wanted to talk to you about it.” He straightforwardly says, one trait you always liked about him. He was always to the point, even if it was another language; he is trying his best to convey what he wants. Although you admired him for hunting down the elephant stuck in your friendship currently, you knew you needed a clear head. You couldn’t take the chance of talking about it now. You shook your head, “I am sorry but I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Your reply revealed disappointment on Ten’s face, the raven-head standing there with pursed lips; knowingly, he is biting his tongue in careful consideration. However, it seems like you didn’t expect him to continue speaking about it. “You completely misunderstood that night, I-”

“Misunderstood?!” You loudly exclaim, rudely interrupting him. Tossing the sandwich onto your stool, “I think you are the one misunderstanding. Ten, I told you that I don’t want to talk about this. I am really busy,” You say again, not wanting to ruin the motivation you had for your painting; even if he tries to fix with whatever happened between the two of you, you simply couldn’t stand looking at him. It hurt. For now, you wanted to avoid it at all costs. Ten lets out an inaudible sigh, “More than usual?”

“More than usual, Ten.” You answer back, scoffing at his somewhat sarcastic tone.

“Then make some time for me.” Ten replies back, his eyes nearly pleading as though he was begging for you to listen to him. Somehow, his attempt only made you explode; you knew you were supposed to be sad, but every broken piece in your damn heart is painfully twisting inside you. You needed to be angry. You step forward, “It’s always about you getting whatever you want huh? How many times do I have to fucking repeat myself?” you yell out, the sudden loudness making Ten flinch.

Tears well up in your eyes, “I am trying my damn hardest not to ruin our friendship. I don’t want to lose you…B-But, it hurts…” You admit shakily. Those words lowering, sounding like you are defeated; this constant war of trying to forget about everything, and how the denial you kept before is useless - you are in so much pain because of him. “It hurts to look at you. It hurts to think that you like someone that isn’t me…You’ve always been so bold, why haven’t you confessed to them?! For years, I didn’t know you loved someone else.”

Crying out with tears streaming down your face, your body quivers with every tear escaping. “Why couldn’t this happen before…Happen before I fell in love. It’s not fair,” You manage out while lifting up your arms to wipe away the rushing tears warmly rushing down from your face. Ten stood speechlessly, guilt expressing from his features while he stood before you - he never saw you break like this. Even when you were stressed with piled up work or when you became frustrated whenever things didn’t go your way, you were always trying to pull through; how the hell did he fuck up this badly to make you like this? This one misunderstanding, he felt incredibly stupid for getting drunk and confessing.

Though, it hurt. It hurt how you didn’t believe him.

“Y/N…” he calls out to you gently, approaching you and slowly reaching out but you quickly back away to avoid his touch. Achingly, he stares back at you, wishing to comfort you yet somehow his own intentions are only making it worse. “Listen to me…I was drunk, but it doesn’t mean I was lying. I love you, no one else. There is no one else that I love,” he explains while he refrains from touching you. Treating you like glass, as he believes once he touches you, you would break into a million pieces.

Trying to stabilize your crying, you try to process his words. You? Was it you this whole damn time? Wiping away your tears and sniffling, you look at him - “W-Why?” you ask, this innocent yet heartbreaking question only makes him feel more awful. He gingerly smiles at you, “Do I have to have a reason on why I love you? There are possibly so many things. I regretted not saying it sooner, and I am sorry for that.” He says while you stare back at him, unsure what to say or even do.

You lashed out at him for no reason, but here he was standing before you to only return your feelings with his own - his own love for you. The thought of being loved by Ten Lee is not one you expect, the slow realization only making you stunned; you overreacted and caused a stupid scene from a misunderstanding…How embarrassing.

“Y-You’re not joking right?” You question once again, the distrust evident and Ten nods. “I promise, I am not joking.” He chuckles out, noticing how you’ve calmed down and you try to find any words; as much as you weren’t prepared for a sudden heartbreak but this? You weren’t prepared for this either! You blink several times, recollecting yourself and he smiles while leaning forward. “May I?” he says while lifting up a hand, centimeters away from being gently placed on your cheek. Flustered, you slowly nodded and he placed a hand on your face.

“What can I do just to keep you around, Y/N?”

“H-Huh?” You let out while staring at him with wide eyes, faces inches away from a kiss. Ten’s eyes observe every detail of your red face, the tears long gone and he chuckles - “I love you. I love you so damn much,” he whispers before leaning in to tenderly plant a kiss upon your lips. The emotions from the last kiss are long gone, but simply replaced with warmth; this very feeling of where you are captivated by Ten, once again. Hesitantly, you return the kiss to let him love you and seal those three words with an action filled with honesty.

Pulling away from him, “I…I have to get back to work.” You remind him, remembering the project you had regrettably procrastinated on. He looks at the easel and laughs, turning back to you - “Really?” he says and you nod your head with a small smile. “Really, Ten.” You answer back, your first love nodding his head to only pull away to your dismay. For a brief moment, Ten looks around before grabbing another stool and sitting next to yours; you watch him, confused. “I’ll stay here to keep you company~” He states, crossing his legs and you awkwardly pick up your sandwich to sit down on your stool.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to. This is our first date~” He playfully replies with, a blush spreading across your cheeks and you laugh. “This is going to be a boring one then…” You express, wondering if Ten is willing to sit for hours until it’s finished. “Think of me as your moral support.” He suggests with a shrug, making you more relaxed in his presence. You nod your head, “Okay then no complaining to me about being bored.” You jokingly say, his laughter answering back to you while you dip your brush in the water.

Sparing one more glance to Ten, you begin to paint once again. Despite your stinging eyes from crying and sniffling occasionally, you began to focus more into the little details to finish the painting.

On the other hand, Ten sits beside you and watches how you maneuver the brush against the painting. Every precise movement creates depth into your painting, he slowly turns to look at you - your eyes intensely focused on the project at hand, he adores how passionate you are. To him, you are one of the few people who understood him the most when it comes to dancing.

The day continues on, hours passing and you finally finish up with the little details on the final layer. You turn to look at Ten, who occasionally reminds you to take a break and would sometimes help in giving you more paint; but, after an hour or so, he got quiet. You looked towards him to see him dozing off, his head hung low with his phone long forgotten in his hand; you laughed while reaching out, shaking him gently to awaken him. With a few shakes, he lifts up his head to look at you and a smile instantly appears on his face.

“Are you finished?” He asks, lifting up his arms to stretch and letting a small moan to relieve the stress straining his body. You nod while looking at the painting, “Yep.” You say proudly, your first love leaning over to look at your painting and he widely smiles. The lights above in the class made his own expression radiant. “I love it. It’s pretty like a ballerina dancing~” he compliments, the words leaving him making you laugh. The same memory being recalled by him made you realize how important that encounter was.

Thankfully, the importance of that memory was never one-sided.

You look at the painting, “Is this the part where I collapse and you panic?” you add with a bright smile of your own. Ten laughs, “No. I have something else in mind.” He said while he leaned forward, lightly bumping his head against yours. You turn to face him, his forehead instantly resting against yours - “I want a kiss.” he remarks, awaiting for your reply to his request. “I love you…” you say quietly, the very words leaving your lips causing your heart to skip a beat. Ten leaned forward to kiss you and against your lips he softly spoke, “I love you too.”

Somehow, the dream you’ve longed for from afar was finally captured. Every thought of being the shadow is diminished, as you pursue this very dream for the sake of love. He is all yours to cherish and love for a possible eternity, the fondness towards him now permanent - your very first love is now yours.

A never ending dream with you now belongs to Ten Lee.

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ACE OF HEARTS : the beginning of a new relationship

@ rollthedice detective chittapon leechaiyapornkyul can't seem to beat you, the vision casino's own high roller, at any game of cards (or any odds of gambling for that matter). but he can stop your repeated attempts to rob the vision's vault. ⤷ word count 769

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“Three of spades,” you muse, half lidded eyes flickering to your opponent, “Unlucky hand,” 

Ten laughs, leaning down onto the table and returning your gaze with a ducked, sly countenance. Slim fingers beckon for another card before resuming the repetitive tapping onto the board in amusement, fingernails skating just centimeters from yours in practiced precision. There’s an underlying sense of entertainment dripping from the full of his irises as he drinks in your appearance, cigarette hanging loosely from upturned lips. He takes a drag of it before flashing you an arrogant smile, nimble fingers teasing the edge of the card before he flips it up and places it face down-- smoke slipping out from fanged canines. “You really think so?” 

“I do,” you purr, nodding your head for the house to place another card in your square, “You’re an unlucky man when it comes to baccarat, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkyul,” 

A shiver slithers up his spine when you say his name, syllables falling off your tongue in sweet intonations as thick as honey. There’s a crack in his cocky composure, a heart which beats three times fast with each stolen glance at your stained lips. He falls back into his seat, appearing indifferent to your antics but you know better. You have Ten Lee wrapped around your finger. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, once more looking towards your elegant frame. “I know the outcome of this game better than you do,” 

It’s your turn to laugh as you gesture for the house to flip the cards. She does, supplying Ten with a total value of eight points. A complete win. The private eye can’t hide his victorious grin as the crowd around you cheers at the five of hearts, pushing his shoulders and ruffling his hair encouragingly as if some of his luck will rub off on them. He’s expecting to watch your face fall in humiliation, perhaps have the pleasure of seeing your cheeks burn with color before you bury your expression in your hands. To have you tilt your jaw away from him and slide over the money. To hear you admit defeat from those ever-tempting cherry red lips. But you don’t falter in your nonchalant frame and the confident pass of your countenance. In fact, you seem apathetic. As if there's any possibility at all that you can score higher than him.

You can’t. It’s impossible. The chances of you pulling an ace from the deck to score a total value of nine points are ridiculous. A one in one hundred. You won’t be able to, can’t. Ten has calculated the odds. The next ace wouldn’t show up until seven plays later. There’s absolutely no reason for your cheshire grin, but you remain conquerous in expression. As if you could possibly know what the play will be. The house flips your card. 

For Ten Lee’s cunning to fail him is a one in a million chance, no, billion. There’s very seldom a time and place in which the detective feels as if a rug has been pulled from underneath him. Wide eyed and slack jawed. Because Ten ran the cards, he ran the plays, he ran the jitter and jerk of your fingers, every hint of a smile or frown, every movement of the cards and cower in your stature, every fluctuation of your tone. There is no way in which you should have won a game as predictable as baccarat. Yet, you did. 

The Ace of Hearts lays heavy against the table. 

In all of his confusion, you manage to steal the cigarette from his dwindling fingers-- raising it to your lips and taking a slow drag. You exhale, blowing the smoke into his face as you thumb through your newly earned cash (three fourths of which came directly from Ten’s own silk-lined pockets). There’s a mischievous hint in your eyes as you stick the cigarette back in between his lips, tongue snaking over your lipstick as if to relish the taste. If he weren’t so irritated at his failure, the private eye might have kissed you then and there gulped (‘heat of the moment’ he concludes when thinking back, after all Ten Lee could never like someone so… so irritating). He can taste whatever sickeningly sweet venomous concoction you were drinking beforehand and the bitter burn of your lipstick which sticks to the surface of his tongue and lashes eagerly at his teeth. The taste of it is so overwhelmingly you that it forces a blush to spark on his cheeks, searing his skin and consuming his ears. 

“That’s how you play baccarat, Detective,”

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