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springseasonie · 2 months

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

Too Nice (M)

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

Word count: 1,8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look at me,” he grunted.

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

“Look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two of you never made it to the bedroom.

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tzuyusluv · 9 months

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❥ Soft Things Wayv Does

Kun

• Sends you videos of him singing songs. Sometimes he’ll choose a specific love song that he knows you like whenever you have a bad day

• When he wears rings, he’ll let you fiddle with them and occasionally will slip them onto your fingers

Ten

• Winks and smirks at you whenever he sees you watching him, especially when he works out

• Sends videos of his cats saying ‘Hi mom/dad, I miss you’ whenever he misses you and you’re not home

Winwin

• Teaches you how to dance and covers your body with his and sometimes he’ll peck your neck when you least expect it

• Sends you voice messages whenever something happens like he got a coffee or he saw a cute animal

Xiaojun

• Whenever you’re in a hot tub together, he’ll let you lean against his chest while he wraps his arms around your waist

• Has a necklace that has your name on it and if he sees you staring at him, he’ll take the necklace and kiss it while looking at you

Hendery

• Calling you Cantonese nicknames and if you don’t know what they mean, he’ll watch as you try to guess what it is, eventually giving you a kiss whenever you’ve given up or when you’ve gotten it right.

• Takes you places at night so you don’t have dispatch to deal with. When he feels bad about it, he’ll take you shopping in a smaller area that he knows dispatch doesn’t look around

Yangyang

• Sometimes he’ll go back and forth between languages to tease you before saying that he loves you and kissing you

• Takes you on strolls around gardens and flower shops and constantly says ‘these flowers are beautiful but not as beautiful as you’ etc

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morningsunandnightsky · 2 months

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Lie with you | Ten Lee

Pairing: ten x reader

Warnings: death, grieving, unprotected sex (wear protection pls), fingering, usage of petnames, skinny-dipping, illegal graffiti (not advised). Let me know if i forgot anything.

Word count: 4k

Genre: angst, smut, bit of fluff

18 +, minors dni

Sypnopsis: It’s been some time now since the love of his life left this world. But Ten still can’t get over you and he probably never will. He wants to see you again, hold you in his arms and show you how much he loves you. One day when he visits your grave, the chance of spending one more night with you might not be so impossible after all.

Note: chrysanthemums symbolize death and mourning.

An: if you read my work, you know that smut really isn’t something I do. So I was not expecting this story to take such a turn but it did because a friend of mine found out I write and well...long story short this is the result. It’s the very first time I’ve ever even attempted to write smut, so please bear with me. Feedback is greatly appreciated! I advise you not to read this if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable.

Ten's delicate fingers travel over the smooth stone, following the curves of the carvings that bear your name. He looks at you with tears in his eyes, as he does every time. In an attempt to remove the dust from the letters, he briskly wipes his hands across the surface. “I’m sorry, I haven’t visited in a while, my little star,” he whispers.

He lies on the ground next to the headstone, wiping his hands on his jeans. And a chill run down his spine from the coolness of the ground.

He notices the dazzling stars as he looks up at the pitch-black sky. The few clouds in the sky begin to break almost as if on cue, and then there you are, shining the brightest of all, his little star, softly dazzling upon him.

The cool night breeze brushes over his skin as he shuts his eyes and tilts his face up to the sky. His heart aches, and tears are starting to run down his cheeks.

He suddenly feels something along his skin, just like if someone was tickling him. His eyes flutter open, revealing…you. with a single white chrysanthemum in your hand and a gentle smile on your face. rubbing it lightly across his cheek. Ten eyes widen as he sees you and for a brief moment his breath catches in his throat.

"Y-Y/N." He mutters in shock.

You carefully wipe his tears away as you keep looking into his eyes with a gentle smile. “Don’t cry…we’ll be alright” you tell him.

He holds your hand tightly; his hand feeling warm against your own. Then he pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your body. Still not believing you’re in front of him,

“you’re really here," he breathes out with a trembling voice. You can hear his heartbeat so loudly and clearly, as if his heart only just started beating because of you.

You run your fingers through his dark locks. It felt the same as always, and yet it felt so different to all the other times you’ve done it before. You can hear him sighing against you, clearly enjoying your touch. You both stay like this for a while. You don’t even know how much time goes by, nor do you care. However, everything feels familiar and peaceful, just like you've returned home.

You look up at Ten and see him looking back at you already. His gaze holds so much love for you but also immense pain. So much so, that you can feel your own heart crumbling down by look in his stunning eyes. His whole face had changed since the last time you saw him. The suffering had left its marks, taking away the glow that was once present. And you knew it was because of you.

Cupping his face in your hands, you give him a soft kiss. So gently, as if he’d break if you were any harsher. Ten closes his eyes and kisses back. It only lasts for a few seconds, but it was enough to hold the cracks of your souls together for now.

“Shall we head out of here?” you ask him as you climb to your feet and pull him along. He's still holding your hand, fingers entwined, his thumb softly stroking your skin, and he gives you a nod.

With a mischievous grin on your lips, you sprint back to your car together. You both know exactly what the other is thinking about since you’ve done it countless of times before. A curt nod followed by the engine starting, and you're driving down the highway before you even know it.

With your windows down and the music blasting through the speakers. Both of your voices are overtaking the song as you scream at the top of your lungs. You can tell the few cars that are passing by are giving you looks but you couldn’t care less.

“Do you have the goods with you?” Ten asks even though he already knows your answer. “Would I ever not have the goods?”, you answer and hear him chuckle beside you.

Not too much later, you reach your destination, hop out the window, and open the trunk. Your usual assortment of spray bottles is all spread out, and you shoot Ten a playful look that asks him why he’d ever doubt you. You both take the bottles with you and step into the abandoned factory at the edge of town. Climbing up the ladder and entering the building through a broken window. Graffiti covered the walls, shattered glass was strewn all over the place, and dust was floating around the space like snow in a snow globe. It was perfect. Since it was your little secret spot.

A wave of nostalgia hits the both of you as you walk past all of the murals you have compiled throughout the years. On the enormous wall were the love doves that represented the beginning of your relationship that you’d painted on your first date. And as you went deeper into the building, all of your memories seemed to be displayed like you’re walking through a museum about your own love story. The old place appeared more alive thanks to the vibrant walls than when the space was still in use.

Entering the final, hardly standing room on the rooftop, you lay out your stuff and start your final piece. The location was illuminated by the distant town lights and the flashes from your phones. You both work quickly yet carefully. The air feels thick with paint fumes and perhaps something else too.

You both decide to inscribe your initials within a heart-shaped graffiti piece tonight. It was simple, especially compared to your usual extravagant work the two of you'd do. Yet the simplicity also held a lot of meaning, as it marked the very end of your journey. It seemed as though you were bidding your work of art adieu and saying, "Let's meet again sometime."

Ten keeps stealing glances at you whilst you work, and he swears that every time he looks at you, the butterflies explode more than the last time. You looked as gorgeous as ever, as if no time had passed since you last saw each other. He lets his eyes follow your movements, as he can’t take his eyes off of you. He stands behind you when you are completing the last details of your joint project. And his body feels hot against your own, you can feel his lips brush your neck as he whispers in your ear, “So beautiful…”, causing you to shudder.

"Ten…" you exhale, as his hands begin to explore more of your body and his lips start kissing your skin. However, he stops when he hears sirens in the distance. He dashes to peer out of the opening that served as a window.

"Shit, they're heading this way," he lets you know as he rushes back to get you and escapes. You both notice the red and blue lights getting closer as you sprint back to the car. "Give me the keys, I know a spot," he says but before you can do that the police catch up quicker than you both expect, so you duck behind some bushes and pray that they haven't noticed you yet. And just as if your prayer is answered, they drive past you.

“Come on” Ten says, and you both run away, not even bothering to take the car now. You turn around slightly and look up at the building to take a last glance at the ‘TEN + Y/N’ mural you left behind. Was it a bit childish? Yes. Did you care? Absolutely not. Because it was your final recollection of each other.

After walking for a few blocks, you burst out laughing. "It's unbelievable that we were able to escape with this." "I was so sure they had us this time," you scream as the thrill of adrenaline shoots through you. Ten laughs along with you, “I know right? If they came even a second earlier, we’d be done for.”

The walk is filled with more laughter and a whole lot of reminiscing about the past. And although you two are beaming, each step you take still feels heavier than the last, you both feel it but none of you brings it up, not wanting to add to each other’s pain.

The air feels chilly as you make your way down to the secluded lake, Ten had taken you to. It was surrounded by trees, and it looked like it was taken straight out of a fairy tale. You look around mesmerized, “What is this place? It’s amazing,” you exclaim.“I’ve been wanting to take you here for a while now. I discovered it when I was driving around one time, and I’ve been coming back ever since. It should be all ours for tonight because nobody else is ever here at this hour either.”

He takes your hand, brings you up a little cliff, and asks you to close your eyes. You take a hesitant step forward, and he has his hands over your eyes. He tells you that you can look when you arrive at the edge, "Okay, we're here," and removes his hands to show you. You see the moonlight reflecting in the water as the lake flows by. The trees' leaves are softly rustling in the mild breeze, creating a soothing sound. You were in complete awe of the sight, which was only enhanced by the lights surrounding the area. “Oh my god…this is absolutely stunning…” you say still not over the view.

Ten chuckles besides you and you feel his arms sneak around your waist again. He looks at you instead of the scenery, “yeah…it’s absolutely stunning…” his eyes flicker to your lips and he leans in to kiss you. It’s filled with all of his love for you, and you can feel every emotion seep through. You both kiss for a few minutes until he pulls back.

“Now…are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks with a sly grin on his face. You look from him down to the water. “You’re kidding, right?” you say feeling nervous as you can tell exactly what he is thinking. The grin on Ten’s face only grows as he starts shaking his head. “ofcourse, I’m not kidding. Why? Are you scared?” he asks teasingly. You huff and cross your arms, pretending to be confident as you answer, "Not at all," but you can't help but swallow anxiously as you glance down at the water.

Ten gives you a comforting kiss on the head and giggles as he hugs you from behind. "If you really don't want it then we don't have to do it but I think you do want it," he states. "It's not like I don't want to…it's just so high up and- and what if there is something in the water?" You nervously ask. "Well, we won't know unless we give it a shot, won't we? And we’ll do it together like we always do, it will be ok.”

you nod slowly as you consider it. "Are we completely undressing?" you ask. Ten gives you a nod. "You are aware of the expression 'go big or go home', right? So, let's go big because we aren't going home." Despite laughing at what he said, you still agree.

You both quickly stripped off your clothes. And the thrill of seeing each other naked still made your hearts race even after being together for so long.

Ten's eyes follow every movement you make. You looked amazing to him; every inch of your skin was flawless. You feel your body heat up as he admired you and you can't help but glance at him too. His toned body and tattooed skin made your knees weak. You turn back to the water, trying to hide how flustered he makes you.

Grabbing his hand, you quickly run hand in hand towards the edge of the lake and dive in. The cool water envelopes your bodies immediately. And you swim around, splashing each other and laughing the whole time.

As you float on your backs, the silence of the night crept up on you pleasantly. Feeling completely content with each other's company, that’s filled with lingering gazes and rapidly beating hearts.

However, as you continued to swim, your innocent amusement soon evolved into something more passionate.

You swim closer and closer together, your bodies becoming entangled. The beautiful swaying of the water only fuelling your desire for one another.

Your kisses are deep and strong, and your hands freely move across each other's bodies. You had never felt so alive, so engulfed by one another.

His hands rest on your waist, and he moves closer to you, until you feel his chest press against yours. You felt yourself heating up, and the cold water appeared to affect you a lot less. Placing your arms around his neck and you close the distance until you are just inches away from each other. He notices how you’re biting down your lip and it only turns him on more.

"Let me do that for you," he says against your lips before kissing you deeply. It was more passionate than any other kiss, and you could feel your entire body tingle. His skin melted into yours, and your lips fit together flawlessly as if you were only made for each other. The kiss became more intense as you felt his tongue glide into your mouth and start moving against yours. His hands went down to your hips, and you let out a gasp as you felt him squeeze your butt.

Ten begins kissing down your neck and sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of red marks. Your breath becomes heavier the lower he goes. His wet tongue glides against your collarbones, making you shiver. His mouth travels down to your boobs, and you can feel his lips wrap around one of your nipples. You can't help but moan at the feeling as you grab onto his hair. Ten takes his time with your hard nipple, circling his tongue around and sucking hard, leaving you gasping for air.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asks as he begins rolling your other nipple between his fingers. The way your back arches and the moan that escapes your mouth tells him enough. He switches hands and lets the other travel down your body, touching all the right places until he reaches your core. As he lets his fingers glide against you teasingly.

"Ten…please…" You beg for more of his touch. "Please, what?" he asks with a seductive smile, pressing his thumb on your clit.

"Please touch me," you pleaded. His smile widens, and he begins playing with your folds. His fingers are getting coated with your juices as he gently starts rubbing your clit. You let out a loud gasp and grab his shoulders whilst grinding against his hand. Wanting to feel more.

“I don’t think it’s the water that got you this wet,” he says with a smirk, clearly amused by how wet you already are when he has barely touched you.

You let out a small whimper as you try to press yourself more onto his fingers, knowing he is still teasing you by not giving in completely. "Do you want more?" he whispers to you. You nod at him, but he only chuckles, "You have to use your words, darling. Tell me what you want, and I will give it all to you.

"I need your fingers inside of me," you breathe out. His eyes darken and he kisses you again, pushing a finger deep inside. The way you moan into the kiss tells him you didn't expect him to give in so quickly, which only makes him smirk more.

Ten raises your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist with one hand, as he starts to slowly push his finger in and out of your pussy. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he tells you, picking up the pace. The feeling of his cold metal rings against your core, only adds to your pleasure.

"Fu-uck," you whimper as he circles your clit with his thumb. You're dripping down his hand, and you can feel your walls tighten around his digits. "Hmm, so wet for me," he hums, adding another finger and curling it deep into you. Hitting your sweet spot so well. Turning you into a moaning mess.

Ten groans against your neck as he feels you clench around his fingers, and he takes it as a sign to fuck you faster. You can feel the knot forming in your stomach but not wanting to come yet you hold his hand still. When you do this, his brows knit together as he glances at your face. "I want to come with you inside of me," you mutter, gazing at him with glazed eyes and and heavy breathing.

He lifts your body and carries you out of the water while you hold onto him. As you emerge from the water, your bodies glistening in the moonlight, there was a rawness and vulnerability between you that you had never felt before. It was as if the night had taken away all of your inhibitions, leaving only your love for each other.

He lays you down on the soft grass and caresses your cheek, locking his gaze with yours. "Are you sure about this?" he says, carefully examining your face for any symptoms of discomfort before he does anything.

You smile at him and pull him towards you, “I want you so badly. Please…I need you to fuck me” you say. When you tell him this, he wastes no time as his lips find their way back to yours, kissing you deeply. He settles between your legs, pushing them open. A string of curses escapes his breath as he sees your cunt completely soaked.

He strokes his cock a few times and spreads around the precum leaking from his tip before gliding it along your slit. His smirk returns to his handsome face as he watches how your face contorts in pleasure when he rubs his cock against your clit. Your breath catches in your throat, and you buckle up your hips, wanting to feel him inside of you.

He aligns himself with you and slowly pushes in. "Ten…f-fuck," you moan as he fills you completely. He kisses your skin and holds still for a few moments, allowing your walls to stretch around his length.

"You okay, my love?" he asks, stroking your hair. You nod and tell him he can now move. His hips start to roll against yours. You can feel him sliding in and out of you, pushing deeper each time. You were a dripping mess, with your juices covering every inch of his cock.

"You feel so good…taking me so well," he murmurs as his movements quicken and the lewd sounds of skin on skin become louder.

Your bodies now completely connected in every way possible, as you make love underneath the stars. You moved in perfect harmony, the gentle lapping of the water providing a rhythmic backdrop to this moment.

As you pull him closer to you, the deep feeling in your stomach appears for a second time tonight. "I'm going…fu-uck Ten, I'm-" You can't even finish your sentence as your orgasm overtakes you completely, making you come so hard. The feeling of your walls clenching around him sends him over the edge too. And you feel his cum shoot up your core, filling you up as a raspy deep moan escapes his lips.

He slowly pulls out and lies beside you, trying to catch his breath. He draws you into his arms, “you did so well for me. That was amazing,” he states, still breathing heavily. Smiling at him, you let him know you enjoyed it as much as he did.

He wraps you in his jacket and brings your head to his chest. You snuggle up to him, and you both stay silent for a while. The coolness of the water is now a distant memory as you enjoy the warmth of each other's embrace. "You do realise we're going to catch a cold, right?" you ask after some time. Ten chuckles, "Yeah, probably, but it's well worth it. Everything with you is worth it." You scrunch up your nose at his remark, which only makes him laugh loudly.

"We'll have another excuse to cuddle up," he adds. You listen with a drowsy grin on your face. As time passes while you lie in each other's arms, a sense of melancholy fills the air. You can both sense it deep within your hearts. "I wish we could have more time together," you mutter quietly, eyes glistening with tears. "If only we had more time, maybe things would have been different."

Ten shakes his head slowly, refusing to accept the truth of your words. "I know, darling," he says with a sigh. "I wish it too." You take his hand and squeeze it tightly, hoping to savour every second you have left together.

He can feel your warmth pouring through his fingers as he holds your hand. "I don't want to let go," he whispers, his voice breaking.

Your eyes meet, and a wave of sadness washes over both of you. You both know that you were about to part ways forever. Leaning closer, you kiss his cheek wanting to mend his broken heart even if it’s just a little bit. It's quiet between you again, and the air still holds your breath. Your chests rise and fall together, sharing the same heartbeat. The moonlight beams on your faces, casting an ethereal glow on the grass where you lie. It felt as if time had stopped just for you two.

Slowly, you open your eyes and glance at him again. For a split second your memories travel back to the first time you met him. It was years ago, when you met him unexpectedly at a time you thought you’d never find someone like him. You never believed in 'love at first sight,' but looking back, you realise your heart has loved Ten since the very beginning.

He never strays his eyes away from yours because he knows this is it, but he's not ready to let go. Running his fingers through your hair he can feel your breath on his lips. He has so much to say, yet the words never seem to come out properly. So he stays silent, wanting to remember this moment forever and seal it in his heart.

Each beat of your heart's echoes in the other’s chest when you wrap your arms around him, wanting to feel his body against your own one more time.

Your eyes fill with pain, knowing that you will have to let go of each other and return back over to your respective worlds. You exchange one more kiss as the clouds cover the sky, bringing an end to your brief yet beautiful rendezvous.

Looking into his eyes for the last time, you can feel the emotions well up inside of you as you see him cry. You want to tell him how you feel, how you've always felt, and how you'll always feel for him, even if you're apart. Because there is no one else you'd rather be with than him.

“I may leave you behind in this world, but I’ll never leave your heart. My love for you will never change. Even if my body is taken from you, my soul will always be with you.”

You tried to smile as you tell him, but the tears streaming down your cheeks make it hard. You couldn’t bear to see him cry and you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him behind either. But the darkness creeps in even if you don’t want it to, and your voice wavers as you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“I love you, with every beat of my fading heart.”

Ten opens his eyes, and his tears keep rolling down his face as he searches for you in the night sky. A broken smile spreads across his face as his eyes find you again, shining so brightly. He holds up the single white chrysanthemum and whispers,

“I love you too, my little star”

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00127am · 3 months

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hugs2doie · 11 months

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hellooo can u do bf texts with ten? thank uu!!

of course mwah!

random ten bf texts !

pairings: bf!ten x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing,, yang2 is mentioned

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rubyblog · 1 year

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�� . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ Ten lockscreens › ࣪ ˖ ⌕

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don't repost please.

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moonlezn · 2 months

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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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sunriize · 7 months

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E o Ten? Como ele seria como namorado?

B O I O L A

ten é um namorado super caidinho por você, tem fotos duas em tudo quanto é lugar

relação tom e jerry, não pode te ver quieta que já vai lá te azucrinar

romântico, gosta de te agradar com pequenas coisas, mas também, do nada mesmo, aparace com uma coisa super cara e diz: "só uma lembrancinha pro amor de minha vida"

adora desenhar com você, tanto em papel, quanto nos próprios corpos ( I'M YOUR FIGURE YOU CAN PAINT ME NAKED )

te leva pra vários passeios, anda com você de mãos dadas por aí

manhoso demais, faz manha por qualquer coisinha. quer beijinho, manha. quer abraço, manha. quer chameguinho, manha

quando quer algo a mais que isso, creio que o chittaphon não demonstre assim facilmente, só te provoca ao ponto que você peça por aquilo

no geral, uma pessoa super divertida e incrível para se namorar, guardaria seus segredos como ninguém e confiaria em você mais que tudo...

#ten imagines #wayv imagines #nct imagines #sunriize

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ronjunnie · 9 days

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TEN FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

SERIES

ONESHOTS

break-up season (14.4k)

sleepless cinderella: ten (13.8k)

four years later (11.5k)

worlds apart (7.8k)

rest (1.1k)

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heyniniy · 7 months

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oie,faz Locks do Ten pôr favor (WayV) ♡

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lucuslavigne · 7 months

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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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wonielvr · 10 months

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[17:29] - ten lee

it doesn't snow often in south korea, only about 25 days a year usually, but this year was special. It unusually snowed a lot that winter, which obviously caused a lot of snow angels, snowmen, and snow fights with the one and only, your boyfriend!ten.

"hey! That one hurt!" you whined when ten threw a snow ball at your foot from behind, making you wiggle a bit until he steps closer to you, hugging you from behind to prevent you from falling. "sorry, love," he said lovingly.

despite the apology, you couldn't help but revenge him for the snowball incident. you turned around to look at ten innocently enough so he won't suspect you, and kissed him.

it was a long, loving kiss. ten's favourite. he put his warm hands behind your neck, and to revenge him, you shoved your very glove-less ice cold hands under the many layer he wore to touch his skin.

"hmph!" he whimpered loudly, not expecting the sudden contact. "what was that for?" he asked, "that's for the snowball you threw at me," you said.

"I'm sorry, love," he said while wiping away some snow from your hair and jacket, then putting gloves he kept in his pocket, just in case you forgot yours, on your hands. finally, he pat your head, took your hand in his, and dragged you back home for a warm bath.

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kpopsexstories · 1 month

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QUICK FIX #10: NCT Ten gives you a wild ride missionary style while sweating profusely

Member: NCT Ten

Content: Missionary, Rough

Type: WILD

Word Count: 1.4k

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

Despite a reputation of not being into girls, Ten was a bit of a womanizer. You knew this before the first time you had sex, and were totally okay with his playboy style. He was always nice to you, sweet and caring, and all you wanted was to rip his clothes of anyway. It didn't matter to you that you were far from the only person he was sleeping with.

You were, however, surprised by the way he was in bed, and it was definitely a positive surprise.

In a dimly lit hotel room, you sit by the foot of the bed when Ten leans in to kiss you. He's been romantic all evening, and the kiss is gentle and sweet. But when you kiss him back, it's like a switch flips in Ten's head, and he suddenly becomes eager and full of lust.

It's obvious to you that he's likely been hoping for this moment all night, and that sex has been his goal all along. That's okay, because so is yours.

When the lust takes over, Ten doesn't hold back. He grabs your ass and swiftly pull your legs, causing you to fall backwards onto the bed. He stands up between your knees, quickly climbs on top of you, and starts squirming excessively while he sucks your face.

With eager movements and his hands all over you, you kiss and make out as if you've wanted nothing else all night. His sudden passion turns you on, and Ten is not the only one groping and grinding his partner. He's incredibly horny, and so are you.

The clothes quickly begin to come off. One at a time and with great haste, you both remove items from each other's bodies. Soon, Ten is down to his underwear, and your bare breasts are out for him to play with.

After removing his pants, Ten comes back down on you with force. His boner under the briefs poke you between your legs, eager to slide inside you. You lift your ass to pull your panties over it, and Ten lies on his side to help you slide them all the way off your feet.

Once you're completely naked, Ten pulls down his briefs to free his cock, and slides them down his thighs. He doesn't bother to take them all the way off. When he climbs back on top of you, you quickly feel the head of his shaft penetrate you.

You let out a groan of pain, surprised by how fast and forcefully he's entered you. Once the pain has settled, however, his cock feels amazing inside you. You're so wet, it glides and rubs against your insides like a rock on an icy lake.

When he's inside you and grinding on top of you, Ten wastes no time on foreplay. He scoots up on the bed and lifts your ass again, throwing you higher up on the mattress. Without pulling out and despite his slim and skinny figure, he moves your body with the strength of a gladiator.

He places the palm of his hand firmly on the mattress next to your shoulder, stretches his arm and locks it in a straight position. His chest hovers high above you, while his ass and pelvis slam you deep into the bed sheets.

You spread your legs wide and raise your feet in the air, panting heavily. Your body shakes and the bed begins to pound against the wall. Ten doesn't moan, but let's out quick and short breaths of air with each hard thrust, as he fucks you fast and forcefully.

To your surprise, the speed and passion of Ten's movements are a turn-on for you. The unexpected change in him is thrilling, and despite the lack of care for your pleasure and preferences you're thoroughly enjoying the ride he's putting you through.

And despite the high speed, Ten proves to be durable. He's definitely fit and used to physical activity. Perhaps he's thinking of your pleasure after all, as he manages to keep going at this pace for a good ten minutes, without even breaking a sweat. He only slows down briefly to catch his breath and kiss you, but that's it.

Your pelvis becomes sore, as you spread your thighs wide for this long. His endurance is insane, you think to yourself while your hips are getting weaker from the repeated pounding.

Around the ten minute mark, however, there's another change in Ten. It's subtle this time. He suddenly lowers himself onto an elbow, grabs your hair and pulls it, and puts his other hand on your boob. He squeezes like a toy.

"Ouch," you say when he handles you a little too hard.

"Sorry," he says and eases his grip. "It's just that you're so fucking sexy."

His ass never stops moving. It goes fast up and down. But he suddenly feels more aware of you, more into you somehow, as he's finally enjoying more of your body than just your pussy.

You like the change. You wrap your arms around his back, and legs around his strong thighs, and squeeze and release alternately to aid his cock and help him penetrate you deeper.

You begin to whimper under his weight. “Ah, ah, ah, ah,” you repeat with each passionate push inside you. The bed is still shaking violently. “Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Now, Ten is beginning to sweat after all, another change that indicates that his orgasm is getting closer. His body feels hot, and his forehead becomes shiny in the low light. His face looks relaxed, but his eyes are closed and his mouth is wide open.

He eventually opens his eyes and stares into yours. You see the passion in them. Without changing his relaxed expression, he looks at you as if he wants to eat you up.

When the sweat builds up, a clasping sound begins as your stomachs slam against each other. A drop rolls down Ten's forehead and falls onto your neck, and sweat has accumulated near his ass crack. You feel it with your hand, and you're no longer sure if you're sweating yourself or if it's all Ten's moisture that covers your body.

That's when Ten finally comes, and one last change happens in him. When he orgasms, he pulls your hair even harder, causing your head to tilt back. His thrusts instantly slow down, and become more abrupt and wild.

His face twists. "Uurgh, uuurgh!" he groans as he shoots his loads into you.

He pulls your hair harder still, and forces his dick deeper inside you with each excessive thrust. He stays inside you until he's completely empty, then pulls all the way out only to thrust hard back in.

When it's all over, he's sweating profusely but shows no other signs of exhaustion. He doesn't collapse in your arms, nor pull out to relax. He stays inside you, thrusting occasionally, while groaning and breathing heavily above your face. He doesn't let go of your hair, nor reduce the tension in his muscles, though the time between each push gradually becomes longer.

For a moment, you aren't sure if he's actually finished at all, or if he's still coming inside you. Surely he must be empty by now, you think when he's thrusting into you for the twentieth time. It feels great to have him on top of and inside you, but you can't help but think that you're done.

Eventually, you're the one to lower your legs and relax, showing Ten that the wild ride has come to an end. Ten finally releases the grip of your hair, and stops squeezing your boob so hard.

He looks at you and smiles. You lift your head to kiss him, and you make out for a few minutes. Finally, Ten becomes relaxed too, and stops thrusting altogether.

After several minutes of breathing deep but slow into your neck, you begin to wonder if he's ever going to pull out. The sweat on his back has dried up, and the feeling inside you has changed as his cock has grown slack. You turn your head to face him, and he smiles back at you.

For a few seconds, neither of you say a word. Then you feel another change between your legs, as your lips tighten around Ten's shaft. He's getting hard again, and he grins and lifts his head above yours.

“Ready for another round?” he asks.

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ACE OF HEARTS : the beginning of a new relationship

🂱 🂱 🂱

“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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jaelvr · 3 months

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Respond to this with a member and number(s) and I’ll write an imagine for it!!

Fluff :

1. “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?”

2. “All I care about is you.”

3. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.” ( used here )

4. “I had a nightmare … can I stay with you tonight?”

5. God, I’m so glad you’re alright.”

6. “Oh my god, I’m in love with an adult man-child.”

7. “Hold my hand.”

8. “I heard you say my name in your sleep.”

9. “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.” ( used here )

10. “You’re too sweet for me.” ( used here )

11. “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.” ( used here )

12. “Ow! What did I do this time?!” ( used here )

13. “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.”

14. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.” ( used here )

15. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

16. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

17. “Look at me. I love you.” ( used here )

18. “What took you so long? I missed you…” ( used here )

19. “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.”

20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” ( used here )

22. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” ( used here )

24. “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

25. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” ( used here )

27. “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.”

28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.”

29. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

30. “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.”

31. “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.”

32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.” ( used here )

33. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.”

34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” ( used here )

35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.” ( used here )

36. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.”

37. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

38. “Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.” ( used here )

39. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.”

40. “You don’t know half of the things you do to me.” ( used here )

41. “I love how you look in my shirt.”

42. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.”

43. “I am so proud of you.”

44. “Are you jealous? That’s cute."

45. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

46. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

47. “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

48. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!”

50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” ( used here )

Angst ;

51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” ( used here )

52. “Am I going to die?”

53. “Why won’t you admit it!”

54. “Please don’t cry.” ( used here )

55. “I would’ve died for you.”

56. “You almost died! And for what?”

57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.”

58. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.”

59. “I wish I could fix this.”

60. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.”

61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.”

62. “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?”

63. “You’re angry with me, I know.”

64. “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!”

65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”

66. “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.”

67. “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!”

68. “The only thing I can do is love you!”

69. “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

70. “I don’t want anyone besides you.” ( used here )

71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.”

72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.”

73. “I hope it hurts to think of me.”

74. “Don’t make me fall in love again.”

75. “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.”

76. “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

77. “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

78. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” ( used here )

79. “I came here to apologize.”

80. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

81. “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

82. “Why would you do something like this?!”

83. “Why do you do this to yourself?”

84. “It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

85. “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.” ( used here )

86. “You could have died! I could have lost you!”

87. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.”

88. “Do you ever think about me?”

89. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.”

90. “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

91. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

92. “This is all your fault.”

93. “If you walk away right now, don’t ever come back. And I mean it–ever.”

94. “I need you more than I need air.”

95. “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” ( used here )

96. “I’m not worthy of you. I’ll never be. You’re too good for me.”

97. “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

98. “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you." ( used here )

99. “I would die for you and not regret a thing."

100. “I love you–can’t you see that?”

Acts of love ;

101. Always giving a bite of their food

102. Gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture / peeking at something. ( used here )

103. Kisses on the nose / cheek / forehead

104. Zipping / buttoning their jacket for them ( used here )

105. sidewalk rule

106. Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off ( used here )

107. “Did you eat today?”

108. Softly cleaning the others face after they've eaten

109. “Wear a jacket, it's cold out." ( used here )

110. Watching a movie / playing a game the others interested in

111. Doing their makeup for them

112. “I bought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?”

113. Keeping their favourite snacks in the house for them

114. Opening the door for them

115. Pulling their seat out for them

116. Lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos.

117. Playing with their hair

118. Fixing their clothes when something is off.

enjoy! :D

- Mars <3

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meiideryz · 1 year

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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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