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springseasonie · 1 month

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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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minhyeong · 5 months

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WAYV + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE !

[ kun ]

reassuringly squeezes your hand when he notices you look stressed or overwhelmed

drops absolutely everything to pick you up if you call him

brings a blanket and tucks you in properly when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch

wakes up early to pack your lunch for you just so you can sleep for an extra ten minutes

reminds you to be careful for everything no matter how simple the task is

cradles the back of your neck and gives you forehead kisses as greetings instead of saying hi or bye

lets you plant your freezing cold hands and feet on his body so you can steal some of his warmth even though he's internally screaming

[ ten ]

shares all his secrets and intrusive thoughts with you, even if it means being vulnerable

won't hang up until you say "i love you" back to him after every phone call (gives you a glare if it's a video call)

gets cute aggression and giggles and pinches your cheeks when he finds you cute

keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and even decorated it with stickers

his gaze sometimes falls onto your lips when you're speaking

playfully bites your shoulder when he gives you back hugs

closes the physical gap between you no matter where he is and inches closer to you whether he's seated or standing

[ winwin ]

agrees to use rock-paper-scissors to make decisions with you but strategically waits a few extra milliseconds before he shows his move just so you can have your way

opens all the doors for you

lets you steal his drink after you're done with yours

subconsciously smiles when someone mentions you and he doesn't even realize it until people are calling him whipped

remembers that one time you said he looked really good in a certain jacket and now reaches for that jacket more often

always adjusts his pace to match yours when walking together

tells you about his future plans and includes you in all of them

[ xiaojun ]

genuinely enjoys doing mundane chores with you like washing the dishes in comfortable silence

hums and tenderly pats your back when you can't fall asleep

intensely returns your stare in staring contests and boldly steps forward until you're backed up against a wall with no escape

always takes the middle seat next to a stranger so you won't have to

protectively pulls you to the inside of the sidewalk away from the street and moving traffic

has tunnel vision when you walk into the room and forgets about everyone else

creates an entire folder dedicated to just photos of you on his phone

[ hendery ]

leans into your palm when you touch his cheeks and then jokingly tries to bite your hand

pokes your waist incessantly to get your attention

sends you every funny video he comes across and just blows up your notifications while you're away from your phone

tells you to call him when you get back if he can't accompany you and frantically calls you first if he doesn't hear from you after a bit

laughs at all your jokes even if they're bad

stays up on special occasions folding origami flowers for you so you can keep them forever

freaks out when he sees even the smallest cut on you and threatens to fight that paper that cut your finger

[ yangyang ]

playfully teases you but gets super defensive if anyone else tries to do it

remembers something you eyed while window shopping together and surprises you with it at some point

encourages and helps you get out of your comfort zone but knows when he shouldn't push you

stops others from interrupting you when you're speaking

says he can read your palms and points at some random line saying that it indicates you'll have to marry him in the future with a cheeky grin

pinky promises you everything and actually keeps them

places kisses on your scars when you feel insecure

#nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #kun scenarios #ten scenarios #winwin scenarios #xiaojun scenarios #hendery scenarios #yangyang scenarios #*mark voice* anon this one's for you

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cheolcam · 3 months

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୨୧. 22:12 - ten, winwin

꒰♡꒱ avisos: ten × you × winwin | sugestivo e duvidoso, tapinhas, degradação, você e o ten lutam por dominância (?), menção à anal, bondage e gagging, repost do blog antigo.

“é engraçado como você perde toda a sua pose quando tá com a gente.” chittaphon toca no seu ponto fraco, cutucando diretamente o seu ego. “fica toda bobinha…” o homem é interrompido pelo impacto da sua mão em um lado da bochecha dele, mas ele não parece nenhum pouco afetado pelo tapa, pelo contrário, acha graça no seu ato. “vira uma vagabunda por pau, e não quer admitir! e nem se contenta com só um, certo?”

sicheng observa tudo calado em baixo de você, genuinamente entretido com a mistura de provocações e luta por dominância de vocês dois.

“cala a boca!” o seu corpo inteiro começa a ficar vermelho, você está prestes a explodir de raiva, chittaphon já te provocou demais.

“calar a boca, florzinha?” ele ri debochado. “acha que eu vou perder a parte mais divertida do meu dia, amor?” e como você já previa, o tapa foi devolvido, e você pateticamente pulsa no pau de sicheng que grunhe no seu ouvido.

em um piscar de olhos chittaphon some do seu ponto de vista, e sicheng aproveita a deixa.

“eu já disse pra não fazer essa merda!" ele estoca para cima, e agarra o seu pescoço por trás. “é melhor se preparar porque ele não tá pra brincadeira hoje, e eu também não. então, eu juro que se você não parar com essa maldita brincadeirinha com o chittaphon, eu mesmo vou te amarrar na porra da cama e te foder até você pedir pra parar… entendeu?”

antes de responder sicheng, chittaphon volta ao quarto com um plug, uma corda e uma gag ball.

parece que você perdeu a luta dessa vez.

#wayv smut #wayv scenarios #wayv headcanons #wayv blurbs #ten smut #ten scenarios #ten headcanons #ten blurbs #winwin smut #winwin scenarios #winwin headcanons #winwin blurbs

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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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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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hcaeh · 1 month

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Hey idk if you’re willing to do this but can you describe in maybe a drabble or headcannon of the dynamic of Ten x Haechan x Reader would be like? I don’t see anyone write for something of them together. They’re both my biases and I always would wonder they would be like in the bedroom with the reader. Thoughts??

hmmm, i like this thought a lot! honestly, ten and haechan would be a fun little chaotic duo in the bedroom. here’s my headcanons for this :

ten and haechan are definitely going to tease you A LOT. it’s basically their love language to piss you off, even a simple annoyed reaction from you will get them all riled up.

ten who hates when haechan steals all your attention from him, will probably moan and groan until you show him attention. but haechan will get pouty too and say that you’re being unfair

“yn why are you paying so much attention to himm~”

“nooo! wait that’s unfair. ten, let me have her!”

when the three of you alone, it either ends up with a funny quarrel that turns into a cuddle session (haechan middle ofc!!) or a very intimate night.

if you feel needy, you always know what strings to pull with them. haechan will give ten that ‘she down bad’ look whenever you beg for them to play with you that night. and they always do! can’t let their princess down.

even when things get messy, they always take care of you and make sure you’re comfortable with everything you three are doing.

“ya sure you’re not too overwhelmed? we can calm down.”

“ten’s right, if you want us to stop; give us the word.”

safe words are a hugeee thing in relationships! especially in yours. since theres three of you, you need very specific boundaries that everyone can accept. safe words are the best way with you guys!

“wait wait…- please * safe word *.”

and everything stops, just to be sure everyones ok.

when you’re feeling like a brat, you like to tease the two of them by making them fight for who gets to fuck you first, if haechan wins: ten get’s annoyed and probably puts on a nonchalant performance while haechan has his way with you. but if ten wins: it’s game over for haechan. he will be soo sad he couldn’t have you first, and probably whine about it trying to ruin the time you and ten are trying to have.

but you three have a very special bond, you’re basically like the three peas in a mod meaning. you go together so well and easily make each other feel comfortable!

sorry if it’s not much! i’m not great at thinking of dynamics like this, but i tried! i hope you like <🪽

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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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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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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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minhyeong · 5 months

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WAYV + SIMPLE DATES !

[ kun ]

being pushed by him on the swings at an empty playground after all the kids return home and streets slow down and you can finally have a moment of stillness

wraps his own scarf around you since it's a little chilly in the evening

sways you gently until you're asking for more momentum, but he will never not worry about you falling down so he only puts so much force

sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional creaking of the chains as you inhale the air that smells earthy and sink into the embrace of the autumn breeze

you look back and he smiles, eyes crinkling when your gazes lock, and you suddenly feel like you're eight again with nothing to fear

[ ten ]

wearing matching pajamas and brushing your teeth together after indulging in way too much sugar for the night

he gets even louder and more unhinged than usual when all the sugar in his system hits

your shared playlist is playing in the background, volume turned up loud enough that he has to scream over the music to communicate with you but you both like it that way

laughs at all the foam that sits on your mouth as you brush your teeth when he doesn't look much neater

bumps his shoulder into yours when you make eye contact through the mirror but fakes pain when you do the same back and claims you have to kiss it better

[ winwin ]

dragging him out to grocery shop after you opened his fridge and noticed that there was barely anything edible

pushing the shopping cart side by side with hands resting just close enough on the handle

he gets distracted and sneaks a few packs of junk food into the cart that you side eye because they're not filling, and he definitely tilts his head and gives you puppy eyes for permission to get more ice cream

but also remembers to stock up on your favorite snacks for when you go over

hands you the lightest bag and then tries to carry everything else back into the house at once because two trips are for the weak according to him

[ xiaojun ]

napping at 6am because you stayed up all night pondering life and made sure you had someone (him) to ponder with

doesn't even have to be something deep because he will stay up to debate whether humans have one butt or two

but now you both look like zombies and have eye bags that sink all the way down to your cheekbones, so you finally put the debate aside for a moment and crawl into bed

he sets the alarm for 8am and giggles almost hysterically for a second out of disbelief because did you two really just forgo sleep to talk about butts

tenderly interlocks his fingers with yours before he shuts his eyes and mumbles that he's definitely right about the debate

[ hendery ]

assembling furniture together after a spontaneous trip to ikea that resulted in bringing home a shelf that you definitely didn't need but wanted regardless

unboxing takes an hour because he got distracted by the bubble wrap and challenged you to see who could pop them all quicker

purposely rolls up his sleeve and unnecessarily flexes his arms when he's using the screwdriver and sends you a wink that has you fake gagging

is actually very focused on trying to decipher the instructions when you both finally get to work

proudly moves the finished product to the place you want it and tells you to put a framed photo of him on the shelf so everyone who visits can see his beautiful face

[ yangyang ]

watching a romantic comedy movie where the characters are dancing in the rain and suddenly he's pulling you off the couch so you can do the same on your small balcony

the downpour is sharp and almost feels as if it's trying to pierce through your skin that grows colder by the minute

it's a little awkward at first and you have no idea what you're supposed to do, but he rubs the rain out of your eyes and tugs you close

you forget about the cold rain when he dramatically twirls and dips you, and you erupt into a fit of giggles as the thrill hits you

makes sure to dry your hair with a towel after you take a warm shower and kisses the crown of your head

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kissgirly · 1 year

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Late night talking

Gênero: fluffy, slice of life

essa fic contém: conversas noturnas, mãos bobas e beijinhos.

— Amor, você me ama?

O tailandês ergue uma das sobrancelhas, encarando seu rosto num certo tom de deboche. Estava prestes a deitar para dormir quando surgiu a tal pergunta, então deu uma pequena risada e encarou teu rosto.

— A gente namora há três anos, garota.

— Eu sei, mas você me ama? — Nos dias que está mais carente, sempre surgem essas perguntinhas bobas, é claro que sabe que ele te ama, mas quer ouvir isso em alto e bom som.

— Eu te amo, minha linda. Você é a razão do meu viver. — Ditou e deu um pequeno selar nos lábios.

— Se eu fosse uma minhoca, você me amaria?

— Se você fosse uma minhoca eu não iria me apaixonar por você, amor.

— Mas… você não gosta de mim? Você não me ama?

— Eu te amo, meu amor! Mas poxa, minhocas são nojentas!

— O seu minhocão não é nojento.

— Garota???

Você riu, afagando os fios lisinhos e macios num consolo. “É brincadeira, calma!” e logo depois, riu mais ainda com o biquinho que o homem fez, rodeando os braços sobre a cintura dele apertando num abraço. Ten encheu teu rosto com beijos molhados, juntando os corpinhos para ficarem quentinhos, o rosto foi ao seu pescoço, dando um cheirinho gostoso ali. Um acalento que te deixava numa paz imensa, ele era realmente teu lar.

— você fica maravilhosa assim, sabia?

— uhn? assim como?

— nos meus braços, esse seu rostinho amassado é a coisa mais preciosa desse mundo… sabe disso, não sabe?

Formou um biquinho nos lábios, que logo foi preenchido com vários beijinhos gostosos, um afago nos teus cabelos e os corpinhos colados, foram o suficiente para sentirem algo a mais naquele toque tão íntimo. Os beijos desceram na curva do seu pescoço e as mãos para o bumbum redondinho, dando uma carícia sobre as dobrinhas e apertando devagar.

Estava sonolenta, os corpos estavam tão grudados que sentiu que quase iriam se fundir. Bocejou baixinho e deitou o rosto no travesseiro.

— Amorzinho…

— hmn?

— Você promete ser minha pra sempre?

E assim, toda sonolenta, assentiu com a cabeça. Deixando pequenos selares na pele macia. Chittaphon seria para sempre seu e nada iria mudar isso.

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boba-at-323 · 1 year

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It was raining…

You were all alone on a cold December evening in the streets of Paris with only your camera to accompany you.

Why did I even come here alone? You thought to yourself, shuddering under the pouring rain

Cursing at yourself for all the decisions you’ve ever made, you sigh as you look around for some sort of shelter to protect you from the rain. This was the point where you started to re-evaluate your choices. Each time you made a decision for yourself, this was usually how it ended up. The biggest problem, however, was that you had forgotten to charge your phone the other night. Otherwise, you would’ve called an Uber or your friends who had been staying at the same hotel to come get you. No one likes to get soaked to the bone in such rainy weather.

When the bus stop came into your view, you dashed towards it, covering your head with your arms before you got even more drenched than you were. Alas, the bus stop was an old one which had a broken roof, so sitting there wasn’t of much help, but it was better than standing under the open sky like some fool.

Because of the rain, hardly anyone was to be seen. Your hopes had started to fade away when the streets got emptier by every passing second and that had started to scare you. On top of that, the rain started to pour heavier, like someone was emptying buckets from the sky. The cold along with your drenched outfit made you very sure that you were going to catch a cold anytime soon. Hopelessness overcoming you, you closed your eyes and sat on the freezing, wet bench of the bus stop.

Your train of depressing thoughts came to a sudden halt as it miraculously stopped raining. But how can you still hear it if it had stopped?

You opened your eyes to a black umbrella hovering over your head.

“Are you okay, miss?" a voice asked.

As your eyes trailed to find the owner of the umbrella, there stood in front of you the most handsome stranger you had seen in... Well, probably your whole life. His eyes were sparkling with his bangs covering them slightly. The concern on his face for the stranger he had just met was clearly visible. After all, no sane person would be sitting in an abandoned bus stop in the middle of a rainstorm.

“Oh— yeah I'm fine!" You replied to him in an instant.

"You don’t seem fine though." He was right.

"I was waiting for a taxi. My phone’s battery had died out too, so I left it behind at my hotel. Plus, I didn't bring my umbrella even though I should’ve listened to the weather lady." You sighed, embarrassed about how stupid you might be sounding right now.

He chuckled, "I see… Happens to the best of us. Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll stay here with you till a Taxi comes over."

“Oh no you really don’t have to! I’m sure you have business to tend to.” You told him, but you really hoped he would because anything was better than being alone in such gloomy weather.

“No, actually,” he smiled at you, “and besides, I insist.”

"O-Oh. Thank you kind sir.” A feeling of relief took over your body. Angels really are sent to Earth to help the miserable.

As he sat beside, awkward silence took over for quite a while. You were still thinking about how stupid you were to ignore what the weather forecast had said, even if the sky had been clear earlier. If you had listened, you might have been in your hotel by now, reading some book or having a warm cup of tea and actually enjoying the rain, rather than loathing it by getting drenched in the middle of nowhere all alone.

"So… um, May I ask your name?" He finally broke the silence, bringing you back to the real world.

"Oh, I’m y/n… l/n y/n. I didn’t quite catch yours."

"It’s Lee Chittaphon, but you can call me Ten, that’s just what everyone calls me!”

Chittaphon, you thought to yourself. Such a unique name…

“I don’t think you’re from here. Right?” He questioned.

“Quite correct,” you stated, “I was on tour with my friend group. I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, it’s such a lovely city!”

“Then you must have some tour guide? What about them?”

A bitter chuckle left your mouth, “I thought I should stay behind to take some pictures of the places I’ve wanted to visit, but I didn’t realise that I had taken way too long. Of course, the typical drama scene was to happen with me out of the 30 people in our tour group. And then, well… Here I am”

“I’m sorry that happened,” He sympathised, “But hey it’s okay! Everything happens for the better. Maybe destiny had planned something else for you.”

“Oh really? I, for one, don’t see any good in this situation.” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe you were destined to meet me?” He joked as he laughed.

But what he didn’t know was how that specific question made you feel. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. Something about him being there was very… comforting. From his reassuring smile to his attractive, sweet voice, everything about him made you calm down bit by bit. He was so polite and gentle, speaking in such a soft tone. He really did make you forget your worries for a while.

Both of you didn’t realise how fast time flew by as you continued sharing past experiences and exchanging.

"Hey, a taxi is here!" Ten interrupted as he signaled it to stop.

"O-oh— yeah,” You say half-heartedly.

Moments ago you were trying to escape from this misery of a day, and here you were now wanting to spend more time with Ten, you were actually enjoying his company a lot more than you had expected.

“I guess I'll get going," your tone hinted sorrow, “Thank you once again for taking out your time for me. I’ll never forget your kindness.”

"Anytime, y/n." He beamed at you.

You reluctantly got into the taxi, but before you got to close the door, he called out to you.

"Hey!! I almost forgot to ask!” There was a pink tint dusted on his cheeks. It could’ve been either because of the cold or his next step.

"May I have your number?"

Title : A Stranger in the rain || Word count: 1.85K || Genre: Fluff, Angst || Pairing: Ten x Reader (I didn't notice when I wrote it but I dont think it's specifically female reader)

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restlessmaknae · 9 months

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After saving the world together, the son of Aphrodite takes it upon himself to get your attention by visiting your archery classes unannounced - much to your annoyance and much to everyone else's amusement.

➳ Characters: son of Aphrodite!Ten x daughter of Ares!reader/you

➳ Genre: Camp Half-Blood au, greek mythology au, comedy, enemies to lovers

➳ Words: 2.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, Ten is called stupid a few times (but reader is in denial, that's why)

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

➳ Check out: my NCT masterlist

➳ NCT taglist: @dat-town, @sweetjaemss, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @effulgentfireflies, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @squiishymeow, @heyditseeey

“No, widen your stance!”

“I’ve told you, you should stand at a 90 degree angle to the target!”

“What are you doing? You are not Hephaestus at work! Straighten your spine, you fool.”

It was never easy to be at Camp Half-Blood, but when you were the instructor instead of the pupil, it was even more difficult. You knew that not everyone can be a skilled archer like yourself - for instance, the kids of Aphrodite had never been one for archery -, but at least they should seem like they were trying. They should listen to you instead of going after their own heads or daydreaming about their crush in a different cabin. You were their instructor, for gods and goddesses’ sake!

Yangyang, one of the Hermes kids, let out a frustrated huff after another completely missed attempt, and instead of aiming at the target, he put one hand on his hip while holding the bow in the other, ready to throw it to the ground.

“Yangyang, you better not-”

As soon as he heard your authoritative voice and noticed your deadly glare, he pulled his lips into a (faked) innocent, boyish smile. That boy was one for tricks and smooth talking, but you never gave in to such behaviour. You were the daughter of Ares, the god of war after all. You didn’t come here to be messed with - you were determined to teach everyone how to do archery even if they were a seemingly hopeless case. Like Mark Lee who - despite being the son of Apollo, so supposedly excelling at archery - could not aim further from the target each and every time. At least, he was trying though. Even after yet again falling for Yuta’s trick (thinking that he got apple juice from the son of Dionysus, not actual alcohol), being hungover yet again, he was here, making the effort to aim at the target (even though his arrows flew everywhere like a firework).

“I was just imagining myself in a fight. I didn’t actually want to act on my intrusive thoughts,” Yangyang reasoned with a grin, and you just shook your head.

“I must warn you that we will have field archery soon, so if you can’t bring yourself to do target archery now, that will be even harder. As in, the target won’t be in a straight line like now.”

“Yes, I might stand a chance then,” Mark chirped gleefully. “I can’t bring myself to shoot in a straight line, but with field archery, I might have some luck,” he added beamingly, and you respected his optimism even though archery scarcely had anything to do with luck.

Either way, you walked up and down the archery field, correcting postures and suggesting to change bows, taking your job very seriously. After basically saving the world with a few other demigods, you decided to stay at the camp instead of leaving and trying to head for college because you knew that this camp needed some heavy training if there was ever another mission to accomplish.

Even though you were certain you could take on the world yet again, the more trained campers there were, the merrier. Besides, you couldn’t be everywhere all at once - last time you might not have been able to go and come back from the Underworld if Johnny, Kun and the others hadn’t protected the camp from a flock of monsters unleashed from the Underworld. Hades and Zeus had a beef yet again, and of course you had to be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Though it was not only you who decided to stay instead of going to college after finishing school…

“Oh, look who we have here!” The mellifluous voice of Aphrodite’s son reached your ears as you turned around even before he could signal his presence. Your hearing was good, and he didn’t exactly have the lightest steps - unlike yours, you were like a shadow, trained to be invisible and go around silently.

“Ten…” You gritted through your teeth even before you came face-to-face with his grinning face. This boy had too much confidence for someone who walked around half-naked (most of the time) and missed being shot (sadly all the time) when he decided to visit your archery classes. It seemed to be his favourite pastime activity these days.

“Don’t I look dashing today?” He inquired proudly as he swirled around in his robe. Because the damn boy wore a bathrobe, except that he didn’t bother to tie it in the front, so his whole chest was out on full display - much to the entertainment of some girls in your class.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to march into my class aka march straight into the archery field all the time,” you mentioned, completely ignoring his question, as you pointed around. Ten literally walked to the centre of the field where you were supposed to say your instructions about the next exercise. If he had walked out just a few minutes earlier, someone might have shot him. Mark Lee probably would have.

“I’m sooooorry,” he pouted, but anyone could tell that it was fake acting on his part. No one did fake acting better than the Aphrodite kids. “I love you, Miss Instructor, and I just can’t bear not seeing you even for a day,” he winked at you, and you acted as if you gagged at him.

Just because you had saved the world together once, it didn’t mean that you were anything more than comrades at best. Even though you couldn’t deny that he had been there when you almost had a nervous breakdown because you had doubted your skills… Damn it, why did he have to see you at your worst?

“If you don’t want me to shoot you straight through your heart, I advise you to leave,” you warned him through gritted teeth, but as expected, he turned the tables.

“But you’ve already done that. Eros has nothing on you.”

There were a few murmurs hearing that, and a group of girls blinked at the two of you in confusion. Even though there had been rumours about you two having developed romantic feelings towards each other during the mission, they had died down a few days after your return. However, ever since peace settled into the camp again, the rumours had grown stronger again, and Ten was definitely not helping the situation with his ever so frequent (and very much unannounced) visits during your classes.

“Besides, I don’t think everyone despises my presence as much as you do,” he added smugly as he winked in a few, shushing girls’ direction. They shrieked excitedly at the gesture, acting like stupid teenagers in those stupid teen movies you had seen on TV before you realised that they were a load of trash. Well, they were teenagers after all.

“Shut up, Ten!” You rolled your eyes, and you were ready to push him off the field when he looked back at you, his lips slowly curling upwards, curling seductively, and you knew it, you could feel what was about to come. “If you dare to say ‘make me’, I’ll shove you off right now,” you added before he could open his mouth, but that just fuelled his fire even more.

“Looks like someone knows me too well.”

“Looks like someone chatted way too much on our way to literal Hell.”

“Well, I can’t deny that I had a good time.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you bantered with him because you could not let him win this one. You were the daughter of Ares, you didn’t just lose to a guy with the IQ of a fish.

Ten was about to open his mouth, but Johnny showed up in his usual training clothes, and you knew that it signalled the end of your class because the campers were supposed to have his lesson after yours. Yangyang was overjoyed at the arrival of the son of Artemis while Mark Lee whimpered that he wanted to try some more to see if he could have any luck today.

“Bye bye, Miss Instructor!” Ten waved at you as he was scurrying away, and you couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Johnny.

“He leaves only when the class is over, that dumbass.”

“Not gonna lie, he’s trying hard to get your attention,” Johnny pointed out, bemused, and you couldn’t help but realise that there had not been any rumours about Ten being with girls since you had returned to the camp together. Flirting with girls? Yes, he was still doing that, but he was the son of Aphrodite, it came with his blood, but being with girls and seen kissing girls like he had been before your mission… you had not yet heard such rumours. Maybe that’s why everyone believed that you were actually together.

You shrugged though, trying not to think of the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand and squeezed it and the way he had promised you that everything would be alright when your plan had almost fallen through during your mission.

Back then, you had just escaped the Underworld together with Ten only to get to know from Persephone that Hades was currently outside, doing god knows what. Meanwhile, storms were raging, tsunamis flooded cities, drought dried out lands of crops, and ultimately, people were suffering and dying as a consequence. That’s what you had always hated about the gods and goddesses: no matter what, they could never find peace, and whenever they stirred up trouble, it affected humans in the human world. Innocent humans, women, men, children, parents, sisters, brothers… All because these so-called mighty immortals could not control their feelings.

Your best chance afterwards had been to visit Hermes because he always knew where to find someone. At least, he knew where to start finding him. However, instead of a direct answer, Hermes had told you that his roadways had been distributed due to the turbulence in weather, so he couldn’t have helped you. Instead, he had directed you to Anemoi, the wind gods, because they might be able to lend you their compass to tell you the direction of Hades. For that, you had to travel to the Tower of the Winds in Athens, and on your way, you had not only lost precious time but also hope.

With Hades’ rage, many monsters from the Underworld had emerged, and you had to constantly battle through them as they had started popping up out of nowhere. You had been hurt, sleep-deprived and very, very tired of this whole thing by this point, no wonder you had not been in the best mood while you had been walking towards the Tower of the Winds (and to do that, you had to go there after closing hours and turn off the security cameras around, so ultimately breaking the law here and there), and Ten had picked up on it.

“Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the mission?” The boy had asked, breaking the silence that had been stretched between you two ever since the son of Aphrodite had realised that you would not react to his words, let alone snap at him for his stupidest ideas.

You had continued walking forward sulkily, not in the mood for small talk, but he had grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him. Your immediate reaction had been to fight back, but he had seemed to expect that, hence he had yanked your other hand away before you could peel his fingers off.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but it’s going to be alright. We’ll put an end to this soon, I can feel it.”

“You and your optimism…” You had tsked snarkily, your mood not at all lifted by his supposedly motivational words.

“I know you feel like the weight of the world is on you, and I know you think that I can’t compare to you which is, in a way, actually true because you can kick ass better than anyone at Camp Half-Blood,” he had started again, and hearing that, your lips had curled upwards just a bit. Only a bit. Ten wasn’t one to flatter anyone but himself, so his compliment had meant a lot to you.”But let me share that burden with you, just for the duration of this mission. You can go back to hating me afterwards, but let me help whenever I can.”

“I don’t hate you,” you had blurted out, your voice coming out raspy after not speaking up for so long. Hearing that, the boy’s eyebrows had elevated, and his lips had started to curl into a smile, but before he could have continued, you had added: “I just find you annoying.”

“I prefer annoyingly handsome, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he had joked, and you couldn’t have found the will in you to go against him, not this time.

When he had let his features become solemn again, he had just stared at you for a few seconds, and you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside your heart. You weren’t one to let anyone close to you, but spending so much time together while hopefully saving the world had undeniably brought you two closer and he had seen you in so many ugly and vulnerable situations (such as meeting your father on the way to Hermes, and having to hear from him that you had been nothing but a nuisance in his eyes because someone who was focused on battle all the time shouldn’t have made the mistake of having a child like you, a girl on top of that even though he had had many love affairs during his lifetime), seen you sleeping with your hands balled into fists, your knife by your side, seen you cry when some monsters from the Underworld had attacked a child, and you couldn’t have saved her… So yeah, the list was long by that time.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. It will be alright, I promise,” he had told you, and this time, it had seemed convincing. You had felt yourself soften a bit, and may it have been because of your less alarmed body language or the solemnity of the situation, but the boy had squeezed your hand and you had let it, you had let him do so.

For once, you had wanted someone to hold you like that, so you wouldn’t need to be the one to always keep yourself together, and no matter how much you would have wanted to deny it, it had been him. The one you had supposedly found annoying and bratty and self-centered before this very mission.

“Hey! Are you okay? You had been zoning out a bit,” Johnny’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, and you shook your head in an attempt to shake off the remaining parts of the flashback. You swore you could have felt the ghost of Ten’s touch on your fingers though.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I still find him annoying,” you clarified as a belated point to your previous conversation, and let Johnny smirk to himself all he wanted, you headed to your own cabin.

A voice in your head gawked at you though, repeating the same word over and over again: liar, liar, liar…

Maybe one day, you will be brave enough to confront your feelings instead of denying them, but that day was not today.

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