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tensmutdepot · 2 months
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when i saw you posted part 5 of dedication i had to go back and read from 1 cause i fell in love with this fic to the point i wish i can print it out and keep it safe <33333 hopefully there's another part 🥹 but the ending of part 5 made me cry of happiness ugh the way you have with words to make a reader to actually be there in story is so so so good like aaaah can i kiss you ? ajsjdbd im so aaaaaaah. Thank you for a great fic !!!!! i'm soo serious :'D
Wait but let me kiss YOU cuz this made my whole day 😭
There is absolutely gonna be another part (probably two more and then maybe a little bonus drabble cuz I have no chill whatsoever)!
I really wanted to get part 6 posted by the end of January but failed because I was moving into my new house over the last couple of weeks so please forgive me 🙏🏻
I love how much you love Dedication and I can’t wait for you to find out how things unfold and resolve in these last two parts 😈
Also here’s some more passionate cyber kisses for the road 😗😙😚😘💋
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tensmutdepot · 2 months
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hi can i ask when is the drop for the next part of dedication? thank uuu so much 🥹
Hi! Of course you can ask!
I’m hoping to have it completed and posted by the end of the month 🩵
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Dedication (part 5)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, smut
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; mentions of Sailor Moon; this part is very light on plot; a shameless smut marathon; just an abominable amount of smut; tooth-rotting fluff at the end; Ten is romantic af; they are in LOVE your honor; phone sex; vaginal fingering; fellatio; frottage; nipple play; cunnilingus; squirting; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don't try this at home); brief handjob; shower sex; multiple orgasms; like... lots and lots of orgasms; face sitting; creampie; dom/sub dynamics if you squint
Summary: After finally taking their relationship to the next level, Ten and Y/N are forced to spend some time apart due to an overseas schedule for WayV. How will they fare while he's away? And more importantly, how will Y/N welcome him back upon his return? As the saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Word Count: 14.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
A/N: [comes back a whole year later with my tail tucked between my legs] Happy New Year! Okay, I'm the worst. Truly, sincerely the worst. I know you've all probably lost interest in this fic at this point, and that is totally fair, but I finally found the energy and the motivation to push this puppy forward again. I am hoping the immense level of smut in this part will both make up for some of the wait and also give some explanation as to why this part took me so long to power through in the first place. There will be 2-3 more parts, and the next part is where the very minimal overarching plot really comes back into play. This fic is mostly just vibes held together by proverbial Washi tape, but I am very excited to complete it ASAP. I love you, 10velys! I hope 2023 has treated you all well, and I hope 2024 treats you even better!
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It turned out that the schedule Ten couldn’t skip out on was going to keep him away longer than you originally thought. You didn’t usually keep up with Ten’s schedule or follow his presence on social media, but his note had made you curious. When you logged on and did a quick search, you saw that, not long after leaving your bed, he’d traveled to the airport to catch a flight. He and the other members of his subunit were going to be guesting on a couple episodes of a popular variety show. This particular variety show happened to take place in a different country, though, and according to the fans’ math, that meant it’d be a week or so before they returned, Ten included. 
You couldn’t lie to yourself. The thought of going the longest you’d been without seeing him in months directly after sleeping with him for what was hopefully only the first time stressed you out. And you had no idea how long his flight was going to take, but you assumed if he’d landed, you would’ve heard something from him by now, so you decided to text him again.
Me: Heyyy
Me: Me again
Me: So twitter tells me you’re in a different country
Me: Or at least on your way to be
Me: I hope you’re having a safe flight
Me: Turbulence free and all that
Me: I hope the in-flight snack is one of those fancy cookies
Me: Not some dry ass pretzels
Me: I hope your ears pop as little as possible
Me: Oh wait
Me: You probably fly first class don’t you
Me: You bougie bitch
Me: You probably get multiple cookies
Me: Ugh
Me: Anyway I’ll stop being annoying sorry
Me: But could you maybe text me back when you land
Me: Just let me know you’re safe
Me: When you get a second
Me: I know you’re super busy tho
Me: So it’s totally cool if you can’t
Me: I just realized how many texts I’ve sent you JESUS
Me: Please feel free to block my number
Me: I deserve it
Me: Fuck
Me: I miss you :(
And that was when you finally decided you’d made enough of an ass of yourself and threw your phone across the room so you couldn’t do anymore damage. You got up and got dressed to go run the errands you’d had planned for the day, hoping it would distract you from the anxiety of waiting for the chime of an incoming message. 
A few hours later, you had a fridge full of fresh groceries, your car was washed, and you’d even checked in on Ningning. You were back in your bedroom about to whip out your laptop and pull up the current draft of your chapbook to keep yourself sufficiently distracted when your phone finally made noise.
Only it didn’t just chime with the sound of an incoming message. It began to ring, the theme song of your favorite TV show blaring and making you jump. You clutched your chest, your heartbeat attempting to regulate as you clambered to grab your phone and answer it. “Hello?”
“Hello, pretty.” Something about hearing Ten’s voice over the phone made your skin tingle with anticipation. His choice of greeting certainly didn’t help. It rendered you speechless, which he took advantage of. “You are just the cutest thing in the world, you know that? And that’s saying something because I have two incredibly adorable cats and several incredibly adorable group members who really give you a run for your money, but the texts you sent me earlier sealed it. You’re the cutest.” 
You felt your skin get hot with embarrassment and lifted a hand to cover your eyes, whining, “I was really hoping we could just pretend those text messages never happened.”
“Oh, not a chance, baby. I think I might actually print them out and get them framed.” He chuckled, and your skin got even hotter, your mouth going dry. “You’re quiet, baby. Are you blushing? Ugh, you must be. I wish I were there to see it.” You could hear the pout in his voice. 
Part of you wanted to ask him to Facetime you. Then, he’d be able to see you blush, and you’d be able to see him pout. But there was a special kind of tension that came from only being able to hear each other, from having to use your imagination to picture one another.
“We can talk about it if you want. If it’ll get you to stop being so quiet.”
“Talk about what?”
“About what happened. What we did.”
You feared your skin may well melt off with the level of heat you were subjecting it to at this point, your embarrassment reaching new heights with each passing moment. “O-Oh yeah… that.”
“That,” he mimicked your tone. “Can I request a few more syllables?”
You laughed, the sound fading into a sigh. “What would you like me to say? That we fucked? That we made love?”
“Well, both of those things are true, but I’m more interested in how you feel about those things.”
Lying back on your bed, you gazed up at your ceiling, collecting your thoughts, trying to arrange them into complete sentences. Ten didn’t say anything, just waited patiently. “I feel great, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah, I mean… I feel great about the actual act of what we did. It was easily the best sex I’ve ever had, and the fact that it happened with you is definitely the cherry on top, but…”
“But?”
“But I’m still scared about what it all means. I’m scared of things changing between us.” A weight lifted off your chest with those words, grateful he’d given you the space to voice the fears that threatened the happiness you were feeling.
“Would it help if I told you how I feel about what happened?”
You twisted a strand of your hair around your finger nervously. “Maybe.”
Ten smiled on his end of the line. “I’m walking on air, Y/N. I got to make love to my best friend. And yes, it changes things. But as a brilliant woman once told me, change is inevitable. It’s up to us to make sure that the change is for the better.”
Your heart swelled in your chest. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You always say exactly what I need to hear.”
He laughed brightly. “I can’t help it if what you need to hear is always exactly what I want to say.”
You groaned. “Seriously, dude, stop it. I already miss you like crazy.”
“Baby, I haven’t even been gone a full day.”
“Ah, but things have changed, remember?” you sassed. “I may have been able to go this long without seeing you before, but you gave me a taste of paradise. Now every second we’re apart is gonna feel like you’re starving me out.”
Ten’s voice was husky when he responded. “Paradise, was it?”
“You tell me.” You weren’t necessarily trying to wind him up, but once you realized you’d started to, you couldn’t stop. It was addicting any time you ever got to hold any sort of power over Ten because he wasn’t the type to relinquish power easily.
You heard fabric shuffling over the line. Then he said, “Paradise is an understatement, baby. It felt like I was getting away with something the universe never intended to allow. I keep replaying it in my mind. When I close my eyes, all I can see is you naked underneath me, and all I can think about is touching you again, being inside of you again.”
“Ten—”
“Tell me you love me.” He sounded strained, a little breathless, a little whiny.
“Ten, are you… touching yourself?”
He bit his lip and hummed, “Mhm.”
Your hand trailed down your torso to slip beneath your waistband, a mind of its own. “Do you want me to join you?”
“Yes. Please, baby. Play with that pretty little pussy.” His words followed by the vivid sound of him suddenly spitting into his hand had your mind reeling, your stomach lurching with arousal, wetness practically gushing from your core.
You switched the call audio to speaker on your phone and set it down next to your hip, shoving your sweats down your thighs and lifting your shirt up over your breasts. “Can you still hear me, Ten?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“How about this?” Goosebumps spread over your bare skin as you slid your hand through your folds, teasing your entrance with just enough pressure to give Ten an incredibly graphic image of how his words had affected you.
Ten’s answering moan echoed through your room. “Yes, baby, I can hear how much you need me, fuck.”
“I do,” your voice rose as you pushed your fingers inside yourself, “I do need you.”
You could hear Ten stroking himself now, enough pre-cum dripping from his tip to make it nice and noisy. The slick symphony encouraged you to fuck yourself harder, faster, your orgasm building embarrassingly quick. “Y/N,” Ten crooned, “you’re about to cum.”
How the fuck did he know that?
“I can hear your breath getting shorter–ah–and your pussy getting louder. I bet your body is just screaming for me right now, back arched, skin flushed all over, and your free hand–hngh–clawing at your blankets. Fucking masterpiece.” 
He was right on all counts, and it drove you nuts, made you cry out loud.
“I love the way you sound, baby.”
“I love you,” you whined.
His moans grew more desperate, more frequent, his wrist snapping quickly as he stroked himself toward the edge of his climax. “Tell me again. Please, please, please.”
Your lungs were on fire, barely able to gather the air you needed, but you managed to whimper, “I love you, Ten.”
“Oh god, fuck, I love you, angel. Now cum with me.”
You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. Your nerves lit up like a Christmas tree as you came, your sounds harmonizing with Ten’s, the thought of him reaching his high drawing out your own. 
Gradually, you drifted back down to earth. You hadn’t quite landed yet when Ten said, “Baby, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go clean myself up.” The mental image of Ten, ropes of cum painting his stomach, had you crash landing in reality.
Despite the noodle-like quality of your limbs, you summoned the strength to get up and handle your own mess before returning to your bed and picking your phone back up, taking it off speaker. “Ten?”
“I’m here, pretty.” His voice was sad now, hinting at your inevitable goodbye.
You sighed. “Whatever it is you’re doing for work, give it your all. Give it your all and then… come home to me, okay?”
Ten’s heart nearly cracked in two. “I will. I can’t promise I’ll be able to call again. I managed to call you tonight ‘cause everyone else went out for dinner, and I convinced them I wasn’t feeling well, but I usually don’t get this kind of time alone. I’ll text you as often as possible, though. And I’ll be back to bothering you before you know it.”
“I’ll be counting the minutes.” You ended the call there, fighting back tears. It was stupid to be so distraught over this. He was only going to be gone for about a week or so. You could survive that long, right?
Your phone chimed, pulling you from your thoughts.
Ten: I’ll be counting the seconds
Yeah, you could survive. You could survive an eternity on your own if you knew Ten was waiting for you at the end of it.
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Ten had been right: he didn’t get the chance to call you again while he was gone, but he did text you at every opportunity, letting you know how filming was going, sharing anecdotes about interactions with his members, sending you pictures of all the elaborate salads he ate and selfie after selfie. The selfies were often more adorable than anything else, but every once in a while, he’d send you one that fell on the sultrier side of the spectrum, and you would groan in agony. And when you would call him out for teasing you, he would feign innocence, which only made you want him more. 
You never sent him any photos in return, and he never asked you to, mostly because, if you did, he wasn’t entirely certain he’d be able to keep himself from absconding his schedule and hopping on a plane back home to you before his work was complete. 
But somehow, you both found a way to cope with the separation without losing your minds, and a week later, Ten was giving you the timeline for his returning flight, so you could make plans to see each other. He would land a little later in the evening, the drive back from the airport would take about an hour, and his drive to your place would take about the same, giving you a rough estimate of when you could expect him and allowing you the necessary time to get ready. Karina had even made her own plans for the evening to ensure that you and Ten would have the house to yourselves. Everything had fallen into place.
You picked your outfit first, then hopped in the shower. After showering, drying your hair, and throwing on some mascara, you heard Karina’s voice call out to let you know she was leaving. You’d called back a heartfelt goodbye, then threw your robe on and moved to the sink. You were just about finished brushing your teeth when you heard footsteps coming towards your bathroom. Assuming your roommate had left something behind and was coming back for it, you called out, “What’d you forget, Kay?” 
“Not Karina,” you heard a devastatingly familiar voice respond. Your heart stopped and you turned toward the doorway to find Ten leaning against it, a smug smile plastered on his face. You froze in place, your toothbrush hanging inelegantly from your mouth as you gawked at him. He sauntered forward, clearly pleased with your reaction, stopping only a few inches in front of you. Eying your toothbrush, he asked, “You done?”
Dumbstruck by his unexpected presence and proximity, you just nodded. He chuckled, reaching up to pull the toothbrush from your mouth, rinsing it off in the sink and then placing it back in its holder. 
The plastic cup you kept next to the faucet appeared in front of your face. Ten tipped it toward your lips, and you realized he’d filled it with water for you to wash your mouth out. You swished the water around in your mouth for a bit, then froze again, like you’d completely forgotten how to function without Ten’s help. What the fuck was wrong with you? He bit his lip, stifling his laughter at your behavior. After setting the cup back down, he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the sink, his fingertips brushing the sides of your neck as he swept your hair out of the way and whispered, “Spit, baby.” 
A violent shiver ran down your spine, but you obeyed, spitting into the sink, then running the water for a moment to make sure it was clean. 
You spun around and Ten was suddenly taking up all of your personal space. He brought his hand up to your face, and you were certain he was going to kiss you, your pulse racing madly at the thought, but he just ran his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping away a stray drop of water. “Good girl,” he said, achingly quiet as if it were only you two in the entire world.
You gulped, still as a statue, unsure of what he would do, though for once not unsure of what you wanted him to do. He looked you up and down, a smirk playing at his lips as he reached out, touching the edge of your satin robe with his fingertips, grazing the top of your thigh. 
“You know,” he began, lifting his gaze to meet yours, “you didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.”
And just like that, he broke the tension, appealing to your stubbornness by poking fun at you. “Shut up,” you whined, slapping his arm playfully. “You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour! Look, I picked out a cute little sundress and everything!” Grabbing his wrist, you dragged him into your room, opening your closet and gesturing toward the fitted yet flowy garment hanging on the door. Ten would never admit it, but the simple sensation of your hand around his wrist had his heart leaping in his chest. He was so happy to see you.
“I know, but we got back earlier than expected, and I couldn’t wait. I wanted to surprise you. Besides, as amazing as you’d probably look in that dress…” He crowded you against the wall next to your closet, his lips brushing your ear. “I like what you’re wearing now,” he purred. Your breathing picked up, and your hands itched to touch him. He must have been able to tell because he smiled and said, “Did you miss me, baby?”
“You know I did,” you responded, your voice trembling with anticipation.
His smile grew at your answer. “Yeah? How much did you miss me?”
You felt like you were going to combust. You hadn’t touched yourself the entire time he was gone, not since the phone call, and you needed his hands on you. Currently, his hands were placed flat against the wall on either side of your head. So you took one, slipped it under your robe, and brought it to your core, pressing his fingers against you so he could feel the way you were dripping for him. “How much does it feel like I missed you?”
He let out a small, reverent gasp. His voice was quiet as he said, “I missed you, too, baby.” He started rubbing steady circles into your clit. Your legs threatened to give out, but Ten wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you up. He painted kisses up and down your neck as he played with you. His breathing quickly turned ragged, but it didn’t stop the sweet nothings pouring from his lips. “I missed your laugh, the way you talk, the smell of your shampoo. I missed everything about you, my perfect girl.”
His words brought you to the edge, so close to diving off of it headfirst. All you wanted was to lose yourself in him. Pleasure was coiling tightly in your abdomen, ready to spring loose at any moment. You could hardly even breathe, could hardly even think. You certainly didn’t have the mental capacity to be embarrassed by the noises you were making, signalling your oncoming climax.
“Look at you,” Ten sighed, “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already about to cum. Are you that desperate for me?”
“Yes,” you replied instantly, breathless. You weren’t ashamed of how much you needed him, of the effect he had on you, because you knew he would take care of you. It only compounded upon itself, made you want him all the more. And knowing this, knowing how deep your desire for him ran, turned him on, made him start passing his fingers over your clit a little more quickly, made him want to see you absolutely crumble in front of him. 
You tried leaning in to kiss him, but he evaded it. “Ah, ah, ah. You have to earn it.”
“Please,” you begged, pouting. 
He shook his head. “That’s not what I want to hear, baby.” You racked your brain and, after a moment, it came to you. You were brought back to the phone call, what he’d wanted you to say to him then, how he’d fucked his own fist to the sound of it.
You slid your hands up his chest and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you, your noses nearly brushing. “I love you,” you breathed, and his grip on your waist tightened, nearing painful. “I love you so much, Ten, please, I—”
He cut you off with his mouth on yours, and you melted, sighing into the kiss. He took advantage, sliding his tongue in between your lips. He kissed you until you had no choice but to break apart for air, your chests heaving. “Say it again,” he commanded.
You smirked at him. “Who’s desperate now?” A delighted giggle bubbled from your lips, but it transformed into a whimper as he started to circle his fingertips around your entrance.
He laughed darkly, leaning in to whisper, “Still you,” before thrusting his fingers deep inside you, making you cry out. He pumped his fingers quickly, the heel of his palm brushing over your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, leaning forward and biting down on Ten’s shoulder to muffle your moans. He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him. “Oh no you don’t. It’s just you and me in this house, and I want to hear you.”
Ecstasy bounced around inside you like a pinball in a machine, Ten hitting all the right spots to light you up and make you sing. If your body had a leaderboard, Ten would be the undisputed champion, and no one would stand a chance in hell of ever beating his score.
When you finally came to after your orgasm, Ten was humming as he licked you off his fingers, satisfied with the taste of you. And it made you realize something.
“You know,” you said, your voice already somewhat raw from moaning at the top of your lungs, “you’ve tasted me twice now, but I still haven’t tasted you.”
He stopped in his tracks, locking eyes with you, his as wide as saucers. While he was distracted by the implication of your words, you switched your positions, Ten’s back now against the wall and you in front of him. 
You dropped to your knees, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and reaching for his belt buckle. He didn’t make a sound, stunned into silence by the prospect of you putting your mouth on him. You unlooped his belt and tossed it aside before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His dick felt hot in your hand as you pulled it out of his briefs, already hard and leaking precum. You licked your lips absentmindedly, anticipating. 
You were about to lean in and get your first taste when Ten suddenly stopped you and said, “Wait…” He brought his hand to your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip before applying slight pressure. You got the message, opening so he could slip inside. You sucked on his thumb lightly, not wanting to give too much away before you’d even begun. “Mmm, such a tease.” Fighting the urge to smile, you gazed up at him innocently, the textbook definition of doe eyes. It drove him mad.
And it wasn’t as if Ten had never had his dick sucked before. It had happened plenty of times but, with you, everything felt like the first time. Everything was heightened. Everything was just… better. So it made him want to draw each moment out with you, each sensation. This gave him the clarity to stop and appreciate, to explore each scenario with you as thoroughly as he could. It also meant he was constantly being struck with ideas.
“Open your robe,” he said. You could tell from his tone that he wasn’t asking, so you immediately untied the knot at the front of the satin garment, the sides falling open and revealing your naked torso to him, framing your breasts and your hips, your nipples pebbling in the open air. Your legs were slightly parted, and he could just barely see the front of your pussy, your clit swollen and red, so inviting. You were even more perfect than Ten remembered. 
He swallowed hard, his throat gone dry, and nodded at you, granting you permission to pick up where you’d left off when he interrupted your actions. You reached back out, wrapping your hand around his shaft, and drew yourself closer. You lightly brushed your lips across the head, the warmth of your breath sending chills down his spine. 
Maybe you were biased, your mind playing tricks on you because you loved him, but you thought the traces of precum that now graced your lips tasted heavenly as you ran your tongue over them. You wanted more. So you finally took him into your mouth, the same way you’d taken him inside you the first time you fucked, bit by bit, more of him each time you bobbed up and down until he was almost fully sheathed in your mouth, nearly hitting the back of your throat.
You built up the pressure of your sucking gradually, eventually giving it all you could, starting from the base of his dick, pulling all the way to the tip. Ten groaned at the feeling before abruptly snapping his hips forward, thrusting himself deep, making you choke. 
He backed off, and you gasped for air. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Do it again,” you interjected, panting, your eyes watering.
Ten’s gaze was piercing as it met your own, his hands lifting to comb your hair back out of your face and cradle the sides of your head. He paused for a moment, waiting on your confirmation, and you nodded, letting your jaw hang open, tongue lolling out of your mouth, relaxing your throat as much as you were able. He smirked at the obscene display, then wasted no more time, fucking your face forcefully, gripping your skull to anchor himself.
At first, you reached out and held his wrists for security, but when he started to lose it, guttural groans resonating from his chest, eyes rolling back as his head fell against the wall behind him, you were bewitched, one of your hands falling to your center to make quick passes over your clit, the movement aided by the slippery evidence of your first orgasm. It was overwhelming, lack of oxygen pulling tears from your eyes as they fluttered shut, sensation of asphyxiation clearing a direct path to your next climax, dragging moans out of you that vibrated against Ten’s cock as it ravaged your throat. A choked noise drew your attention, and your eyes shot back open to find Ten staring at you again, mesmerized by the vulgar image you created.
“You should see yourself right now,” he hissed, “staring up at me with tears streaming down your face, mascara running, lips all stretched out as you gag on my cock, spit dripping down your chin and neck. You’re a mess. But you like that, don’t you? You just love being used by me. My sweet little fuck toy.” He ran the back of one of his hands down the side of your face, oh so tenderly, his lips forming a pout, mocking you.
But you were shameless, only further turned on by the way he always got a little bit mean when he was close to cumming. You worked yourself even faster, under the influence of him, the most intoxicating substance you’d ever tasted, your fingers swiping wildly over your folds. 
You were so close, but you needed something, and Ten seemed to realize because as soon as you’d had the thought, he carded his hands into the hair at the base of your skull and yanked, your neck bending back and your head leaning forward, cutting off your air flow completely and tightening your throat for him. And just like that, you were both cumming.
You could’ve sworn your skin was radioactive with the glowing warmth that flooded your system. It was so good it almost distracted you from the load Ten shot into your mouth. You swallowed down as much of it as you could, but he came so hard that some of it spilled over your bottom lip, running down your neck and pooling on top of your collarbone on one side. 
Once you’d both finally regained a firm enough grasp on reality, Ten helped you get to your feet again, instantly pulling you into him. He clutched the back of your neck, then craned down to lick his own cum off your skin, trailing his tongue up from your collarbone, over your jaw, and then dipping into your mouth for an incredibly filthy kiss.
It drove Ten crazy to taste himself on your tongue. When he’d finally had his fill and broke apart from you, his eyes were wild, his mind racing with all the ways he wanted to ruin you, where to begin. He released your neck from his grasp and gestured toward the bed. “Take your robe off, then go lay down and spread your legs.” 
You wasted no time, immediately slipping your robe off your shoulders and tossing it aside before moving to crawl atop your covers and lie back against your pillows, your legs falling open confidently. The air of the room felt cool against your slick core, made you shiver.
Ten tsked at you. “Look at all that cum.” Lifting reluctantly from your pussy, his eyes held yours as he said, “Spread it around, baby. Make yourself nice and messy for me.” You nodded instantly, the picture of compliance, as you let your hand drift downward. 
He leaned against one of your bedposts and watched you, unblinking and entranced, as you smeared your essence all over your still sensitive pussy, making your hips jolt each time you accidentally put a bit too much pressure on your clit. He was absentmindedly stroking himself with his hand, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, like he simply couldn’t help himself, utterly possessed by the sight of you.
Once you’d lathered your cum all over the skin of your pussy and inner thighs, Ten climbed onto the bed with you, sinking onto his stomach, his face hovering in front of where you wanted him most. 
He took your hand, the hand you’d defiled yourself with, and at first you thought he was going to kiss the top of it like some gentleman from the Middle Ages. But then he offered you a sinful smile, licked his lips, and wrapped them around your fingers, unwilling to let any bit of your essence go to waste. It shocked your system, the remaining drowsiness from your previous climaxes quickly leaving you, now achingly alert.
Once he’d removed every trace, his tongue dipping and swiping in between each digit and divot of your palm, he traveled back to the source. He placed his mouth on your clit and sucked on it tenderly, not too much pressure and not too little but just enough, like he was savoring you, like he wanted to memorize the flavor of you. You threw your head back and moaned, already on the verge of overstimulation, heightened by the knowledge that Ten was only just getting started with you. Every so often, he would pull away to lap at the streaks of shiny, sticky cum that you’d coated yourself with, cleaning you up little by little until all that was left for him to do was tap you for even more.
His forearms wrapped under your thighs and over your waist, hands firmly planting you to the bed, the now steady suction of his mouth bringing you to the brink of your third orgasm, legs quivering as they closed around his head, smothering him as you ground your center against his tongue. 
Eventually, your body finally stopped registering on the Richter scale, and Ten trailed kisses up your torso, chest, and neck, his lips only halting once they reached your ear. You clawed at his hips frantically, and he laughed, “So needy.” He held his cock in his hand, poised at your entrance. “Is this what you want, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, teeth digging into your lip and eyes welling with fresh tears. 
“How bad?” There was something almost cruel about the way he always demanded answers from you at your most mindless, the way he drew enjoyment from watching you struggle to form a single coherent thought, so vulnerable, such a far cry from the person you were in almost any other context. 
Your voice was hysterical as you cried, “So bad, Ten, please. I need it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he questioned.
You were so out of it that you failed to register the menacing tone of his voice, answering him immediately. “Anything!”
His lips curled into a sinister smirk. “I want you to cum again.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, your heart thudding painfully, the rush of your blood thundering in your ears. The tears that had welled began to flow over the apples of your cheeks. “I-I can’t!”
Ten leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your jaw. “You can.” 
The hand that held his cock started to rub the tip over your clit, making you yelp from the hypersensitivity. He passed it up and down, side to side, back and forth in different variations until you were a mewling mess beneath him, the pressure building inside you so intensely that it verged on painful, a new kind of pleasure blooming from somewhere deep inside you. 
A stuttered moan fell from Ten’s lips as he planted his hands on either side of your torso, no longer able to focus on controlling his movements, his hips rolling against you with wild abandon, cock sliding perfectly against your clit over and over again. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
You preened at his praise, the gratification seeping into the very marrow of your bones. It sent a violent shockwave through your core, the pressure that had built up now reaching a breaking point, like a water balloon brimming and ready to burst. 
Ten could see you grappling with your impending climax, eyes shut tight, forehead creased, jaw clenched, overstimulation driving you to panic.  “Just breathe through it. Let go for me.” And you were done for, your orgasm surging, spraying all over where yours and Ten’s bodies still met, drenching the bed sheets beneath you. The two of you groaned in unison as you squirted sporadically. “Good fucking girl.”
You’d gone limp, hardly even sensing it when Ten slipped himself inside you with ease, too spent to react properly. You weren’t sure how much more your body could take of the ping-ponging between vigilance and exhaustion.
He laughed at you lightly, the sound equal parts degrading and adoring. “I know you’re tired, baby. I promise this won’t take long.” And then he was moving, knees digging into the bed where they pressed against your sides, hands curling under your back, grasping onto the tops of your shoulders for leverage as he rutted into you with desperation, clearly riled up from watching you cum so hard.
“You know,” he grunted, voice shaking, “I felt like I was insane, like my mind was playing tricks on me, like there was no way it could possibly have been as good as I remembered.” His strokes were ruthless, and it was all you could do to twist your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips, hanging on for dear life. “I guess I was kind of right because it’s not as good. It’s better. It’s so, so, so much better, fuck.” The breaths that fanned across your collarbone grew ragged, Ten nearing his peak. You whimpered beneath him, drawing his attention, and he noticed a fresh stream of tears falling from your eyes. “Why are you crying, baby? Are you okay?”
“I’m… so happy,” you sighed.
Ten grinned as he moaned above you, bewitched by your pleasure as much as he was by his own. “Yeah? You like having me inside you?”
You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze, and used what little strength you had left to clench around his length. “I love it,” you whispered.
And then he was kissing you again, your mouth muffling his cries as your lips slotted together sloppily and he pulsed inside you, cum decorating your insides. He fucked you through his orgasm, hips never faltering until he finally found the will to grant you some mercy and slip from the clutch of your silky walls.
He leaned down and gave you several sweet kisses, a reward and a thank you, before collapsing onto his back next to you, chest rising and falling rapidly with his labored breath. The two of you lay there in awed silence, staring up at the ceiling, minds replaying a supercut of the last hour’s activities, desperate to burn every moment into your memory.
You lay there basking in the afterglow for so long that reality began to bleed into your subconscious, your blinks growing slower, fewer, and farther between. But before you could fully drift into the landscape of the hyper realistic dream that was forming in your mind, Ten gently grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, brushing them over your knuckles oh so delicately. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t let you sleep yet. We need to get you cleaned up…” He eyed the fabric rumpling beneath you, visibly pleased with himself, stifling a giggle. “And we should probably strip the sheets to throw in the wash.”
You sat up in alarm, surveying the damage, and gasped as you took in the way your cum had practically tie-dyed the linens that draped your bed frame. You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “I can’t believe you made me squirt.”
“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” Ten teased.
You glared at him indignantly, your arm swinging up to lightly smack him on the arm, “I’m not complaining now either,” you huffed, crossing your arms and sticking your nose up in the air. “I’m just worried about the prices of laundry detergent inflating because you’re a cum hungry demon trying to drain the life out of me.” He only chuckled and leaned over to kiss your shoulder, more than used to your dramatics at this point. “But seriously, what’s up with that?” you pressed further. “The first time we fucked, you edged me into delirium, but this time you didn’t edge me at all.”
Ten shrugged and answered frankly, “I’m not in the mood for edging you right now. I’m in the mood for making you feel as good as possible over and over again.” He sat on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his lips to your ear to torment you for the umpteenth time. “I’m in the mood for fucking you and fucking you and fucking you until all you can do is cry, until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
His words shocked you, your mind still recuperating from all the pillowtalk he had already ravished you with only moments prior. How did he still have the energy to lay siege to your senses like this? Even the devil rested.
“Come on, filthy girl,” Ten continued, releasing you from his embrace before climbing off the bed and pulling you to join him on your feet. He gave your lower back a little push and said, “To the shower.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “Bold of you to assume I can walk properly right now.”
He laughed, hearty and vibrant, endlessly amused by you. “Then wobble, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if your legs give out.” You pouted but did as you were told, taking small strides like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs, slowly leading Ten into your bathroom and turning the handle on the faucet to start the shower. But when you heard the click of Ten closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in you suddenly felt shy, realizing you were about to share something with Ten that was usually entirely for you. You’d fucked several people in your life but never shared a shower with any of them.
It’s not as if it were any more intimate than any of the sinful things you had just done to each other, but showering always felt like the one time when you could truly be alone, even your own thoughts held back by the vinyl fabric of the shower curtain, mind completely void, just you and the universe. Letting Ten into that secret little pocket of existence with you somehow made you feel more vulnerable than letting him into your body. 
And he must have noticed your trepidation because he cleared his throat and spoke up, “We don’t have to shower together, Y/N. We can take turns and wait for each other.” His eyes were so soft as he gazed at you a few feet away, and it disarmed all your apprehension and anxiety completely. In spite of how possessive Ten’s dirty talk could seem, he knew he wasn’t entitled to you. He knew your space and your time were yours to give to him as you saw fit. It didn’t matter how much you’d already given to him. It wasn’t owed but earned. And the more he respected that, the more it made you want to give. One of these days, you were really going to devour him whole.
You gripped the edge of the curtain and yanked it open. You turned back to smile at Ten and said, “Get in.” Your bathroom was fairly small, no tub, the shower a square walk-in enclosed by three of the bathroom’s walls. He stepped in, the warm spray hitting his chest, then scooted back against the wall opposite the showerhead, smirking and gesturing toward you with a come hither motion.
You didn’t need to be told twice. The pressure of the water felt fantastic as it hit your back, relaxing you as you faced Ten where he still stood with his back to the shower wall. The size of the shower didn’t leave much distance between you, and you fought a blush at the proximity of your naked bodies as if they hadn’t just been entangled with one another five minutes ago. 
Ten didn’t say anything, just reached for your body wash on the shelf in the corner and got to work, choosing to pour the wash directly into his hands to spread over your skin. You usually used a loofah for exfoliating purposes, but you figured you could make an exception this once. 
He ran his hands up and down your arms, then over your shoulders and onto your back, rubbing the soap in but also lightly massaging your aching muscles. It made you bite your lip, choking back what would’ve been incredibly undignified noises. If Ten noticed, he didn’t mention it, either unwilling to break the spell of the silence between you or waiting for a more opportune moment or both. Probably both. 
He simply continued his trek over the planes of you, bringing his hands around your waist to scrub your abdomen. He dipped his finger into your belly button, tickling you, and you squealed, “Ten!”
Ten couldn’t stop himself from giggling, smiling so hard his eyes turned into little crescents, gorgeous teeth on full display. When he calmed down, he pursed his lips to stop his smile and said, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” before getting back to work. 
His eyes darkened a bit, and you followed his line of sight to realize he was staring at your breasts. He let out a low hum of contentment as he slid his hands up your torso, palming them and squeezing slightly, suds gathering in between his fingers as he felt you up under the guise of washing you. You were once again fighting for your life to maintain the remaining shreds of your dignity and pretending to be unaffected, but Ten knew better. And you knew that he knew better. But he still didn’t mention it.
He poured a little more body wash in his hands and crouched down then, encouraging you to lean your hands on his shoulders before delicately grasping your leg behind your knee, bending and lifting it slightly so he could use his other hand to wash your leg. Then he repeated the same process on the other side, all the while staring up at you from under his thick, dark lashes with his perfect brown eyes, holding eye contact and never faltering, not even when you sucked in a breath as his fingers passed over the junction between your thighs and your core, just shy of touching you where you were now once again aching for him. 
Ten stood up and crossed what little space there was between you, clutching your hips with soapy hands, your heartbeat ratcheting wildly as he massaged them, traveling over and around to grab two generous handfuls of your ass, still looking you straight in the eye. Your animal instincts finally won out over your pride, the smallest whine sounding in the back of your throat, making Ten smile deviously.
He let go of your ass, rinsed his hands in the spray behind you, then reached out to the shelf again. Your eyes widened as you watched him grab the vaginal wash and pour a dollop into his palm. The fact that you didn’t have to tell him he couldn’t use the regular body wash had you ready to fall on your knees again. 
The wash had aloe in it, so it was cool to the touch as Ten reached out to cup your most sensitive area, making you shiver against him. He snickered at the sight, then began to move his hand, gently massaging the wash over the sensitive skin, being careful to avoid your entrance. He focused his fingertips on the lips, the pressure so soothing that you felt your eyes closing, sighing as your forehead leaned against Ten’s chest. 
He bent his head down to place a kiss on your temple, and at the same time, his fingers abruptly swiped up, barely brushing over your clit before leaving you altogether. The dissonance of the two actions had you reeling, the delight from his kiss and despair from the loss of his touch warring inside you.
Ten’s hand came up and grasped the back of your neck, lifting your head from his chest, then moved you back into the spray to rinse all the soap off of you. He brought his hand down to your lower back and pulled you back to him a little more forcefully, pressing you directly against his body, your breasts squished against his chest, his half-hard cock nudging against your thigh, your faces only a hair’s breadth apart.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, “I need to wash your hair.” You blinked and shook your head, sure you hadn’t heard him right, but then saw him squeezing the shampoo bottle, his arms raising to apply the product. He leaned in closer and inhaled strongly. He sighed, “This really is my favorite smell.” Excruciatingly sweet. Your heart clattered against your rib cage. 
Once he’d gotten a good lather throughout your hair, Ten combed his fingers between the strands and brought his fingertips to your scalp, scratching and massaging in these cyclical motions and, holy hell, this was it. The best moment of your life. You’d never felt anything like it. It was better than any kiss, any orgasm. And that was saying a lot. It was pure bliss. You wanted to live in the sensation forever.
It was so overwhelming that your eyes rolled back in your head, the most shameless noise escaping your lips, halfway between a groan and a moan. You felt Ten’s dick twitching with interest where it was still pressed against you. He leaned in again, his hands still working against your scalp, and his honeyed voice was low in your ear, “Does it feel good, baby?”
And that was your breaking point. You’d had enough. Enough of him holding all the power. Enough of you always being the one who’s weak for him. Enough of him unraveling you thread by thread and then weaving you back together expertly when you’ve barely even begun to learn his design. You could be seductive and romantic, too. You could take charge. So you reached up and clutched his elbows, yanking his arms down and holding them against the wall. “Keep these here,” you commanded, trying to sound sure of yourself.
Ten cocked an eyebrow at you, intrigued by this development, and nodded at you, complying with your request. You huffed a sigh of relief. You didn’t do anything else to him yet, didn’t give him any attention, just tilted your head back into the spray to rinse the shampoo from your hair while he watched and obsessed over the way the water droplets dripped down your neck. You took your conditioner from the shelf and collected some in your hand to apply to your hair, taking your time.
He waited patiently, arms firmly planted against the wall where you’d left them, enjoying the show, ogling the way your breasts swayed as you ran your fingers through your hair and dedicatedly rinsed the conditioner from it. You continued to ignore his presence almost entirely, and he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally spoke, “Thank you, by the way. For letting me be in here with you.” You lifted your head from the spray and then tilted it in question. “I know how sacred shower time is,” he explained.  
Your heart was rioting inside you again because he was so fucking perfect, but you played it cool and simply smiled at Ten, placing your hands on his hips, your coquettish gaze meeting his own, hungry for your approval. “True. Shower time is sacred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “But time with you is also sacred,” you countered, batting your eyelashes. “Only feels right to combine them.” 
You could see the conflict in Ten’s eyes. You were being sweet and touching him, and he wanted to touch you, too, but you’d told him to keep his arms where they were. And he didn’t know what would happen if he disobeyed you. You were leading right now, and he had no idea what your endgame was. It was exhilarating to you, gave you the courage you needed to follow through.
“Your turn,” you warned, then tugged at Ten’s hips, twisting him around and swapping your places, his form now protecting you from the spray where it cascaded against his back. The shock from the sudden swap diverted his attention while you squeezed some of your body wash into your palm. 
He jolted at the feeling of your hands following the same path his had, starting with his arms. He was watching you intently as you tended to him so meticulously, barely even registering your touch itself, more concerned with the hypnotic energy that was radiating off of you in waves. Your hands continued their path over his shoulders, but rather than immediately moving onto his back, you made a pit stop at his neck, faintly wrapping your hands around it as if you were only trying to wash it. But then you added the slightest bit of pressure to your hold and watched Ten’s eyes light up with excitement. 
Ah, so he liked that. He liked being at your mercy. You laughed, a sort of high taking effect, making you crazed. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Ten?”
He gulped and shook his head, licking his lips, his eyes unblinking. He was completely captivated, utterly besotted with you.
“Well, you are,” you went on. “You’re so pretty. Everything about you. Your neck. Your collarbones.” You trailed your fingertips along his clavicles, goosebumps breaking out along his skin. “Your chest.” You rubbed soap down his front, not-so-accidentally catching your nails on his nipples, making him hiss. You knelt down, but instead of lifting his legs and using one hand to wash them as he had for you, you let him stay on his two feet and used both hands, groping greedily at the perfectly toned muscle of each limb. “Your calves. Your knees. Your thighs.” You punctuated the word by nipping at the fleshiest part of his thigh.
“Oh god,” Ten whimpered above you.
You rose back to your full height and gazed at him with faux innocence. “Is everything okay, baby? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no, please,” he rushed out, surging forward and caging you against the shower wall with his arms, nestling his face against the side of your neck. “Please, don’t stop touching me or talking to me like this.” 
“Like what?”
“Like—” he grunted, stopping to breathe, gathering his thoughts. “Like I’m precious to you,” he confessed sheepishly. Ten was so used to being the one worshiping at your altar that he hadn’t prepared himself at all for a scenario like this, you turning the tables on him, quite literally showering him with praise. And Ten was used to praise. People praised him all the time. But they weren’t you. They couldn’t make him feel the way you did. From you, it meant so much more. 
“Aw, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed. “I was just getting started.” Ten somehow felt both reassured and threatened. “I mean I hadn’t even talked about your arms yet.” Your hands glided down his biceps, thumbs dragging pointedly over the prominent veins, his arms still slick with the suds from the soap you’d applied. “Your hands.” You took one of his hands in your own. Holding his gaze, you brought the hand to one of your breasts, prompting him to fondle you. He pawed at you eagerly, thrilled you’d allowed him this. Ten was never really much of a boob guy per se, just loved the human form in a more general sense, but he was obsessed with your boobs. He thought they were perfect. 
After a moment, you grabbed his wrist, forcing him to release you from his hold, and he let out a pathetic whine. But you quickly mollified him when you lifted his hand to your neck and placed it around the column of your throat. A test. He didn’t dare make any moves you hadn’t instructed him to, simply holding his hand there, fighting the urge to squeeze until your eyes were watering and you were begging him for a breath of air. 
Ten had lifted his face from your neck to get a good look at his hand now adorning it. Your faces were inches apart again, and you brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “Your face. Your eyes. Your perfect nose.” You drew your finger down the bridge. “Your plush, pink lips.” You swept your thumb across them and felt no air passing through. Ten was holding his breath. “So, so pretty. The prettiest. You’re just the prettiest boy in the world. My pretty boy.” 
“Fuck,” he finally breathed. “Let me kiss you. Please, please, please let me kiss you.”
You didn’t torture him any longer, drawing him in, your lips crashing together. Ten groaned against your lips, and you could feel his body tense with the restraint it took not to just engulf you with the flames of his desire, the hand he still held to the wall next to you curling into a fist with the effort. He let you control the kiss, a herculean feat on his part. And you appreciated it, but you wanted to ruin him, not subdue him. 
You broke the kiss, releasing his bottom lip with a harsh suck. “Hmmm, it feels like I’m forgetting something important.” You made a show of furrowing your brow and looking up at your forehead, like you were really searching for the answer. Ten’s defenses were completely down, still a little dumb from the all too brief kiss, so he wasn’t expecting it when you abruptly gripped the base of his dick in your hand. He gasped, the hand he’d had around your throat rejoining the other against the shower wall, bracing himself for your manhandling. “Ahhh,” you crooned, “that’s right. Even your cock is pretty.”
Ten’s ab muscles tensed at your unceremonious touch. “Don’t tease,” he husked.
“That’s rich coming from you.” You gripped him a little harder, and he clenched his jaw, ready to combust. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a little taste of your own medicine. Don’t you?”
You’d said it commandingly, but you were genuinely asking Ten if he wanted you to continue, and he could see that in your eyes. He didn’t hesitate, nodding his assent, dying to see what you would do to him. It made you smile.
“You want me to touch you?” Another nod, twice as eager. “How bad do you want it?”
“So bad,” he answered instantly, fingernails clawing against the shower tile, “like I might die without it.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” you patronized. “The world would never forgive me if I killed its one and only Ten Lee.” 
Ten didn’t know if he liked it better when you were sweet or when you were mean. He was riveted by you either way, knew he’d be sourcing memories of this unprecedented experience whenever he had to touch himself in the future. Not that he was really want for spank bank content. You’d made quite certain that he’d have enough mental images to get off to for pretty much the rest of his life.
“I’m still kind of tired from fucking you before we got in here, though,” you cut in, disrupting his inner monologue. “I don’t know if I have the strength to give you what you need, baby.” He felt his heart drop at your words. Were you really going to deny him? He felt like he could cry. Then your eyebrows lifted to your hairline, like you’d suddenly been struck by genius. “How about this? I’ll keep my hand on you, and you can fuck into it yourself, yeah? Since you need it so badly.”
And it was decided. Ten liked you best when you were sweet and mean, all at once. He loved that you were capable of anything, capable of betraying your usually shy and unassuming nature, all in the name of gratifying him. He didn’t even respond to you, just brought a hand down to clutch your wrist where you held him, keeping you there. Then he started moving, slowly at first, easing himself into the sensation. You tightened your grasp on him, adding to the friction, and he gasped, picking up his pace by reflex. 
He was making the most delectable sounds, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and it was driving you crazy. You didn’t know how much longer you could ignore your own needs to toy with him. You stretched up to reach his ear. “Does it feel good, baby?” you asked, mimicking his tone from earlier.
“M-Mhm,” he choked out.
“As good as being inside me?”
Ten gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Nothing is as good as being inside you.”
“Nothing?” you questioned.
“Nothing,” he echoed resolutely.
You hummed with understanding. “Then you’d prefer to be inside me right now?”
He didn’t answer with words, just locked eyes with you and nodded, gaze signaling such an absolute and undiluted craving for a pleasure that only you could provide him. You couldn’t have denied him in that moment if you’d tried.
“I think I get why you like teasing me so much,” you said plainly. You didn’t elaborate, simply released him from your hand and grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it against the shower wall, spreading yourself open. “Take what’s yours,” you purred.
Ten groaned loudly, staggered by the sudden and overwhelming wave of arousal that coursed through him. His hand replaced yours where it held your thigh up, his opposite arm coming to wrap around your waist, stabilizing you between him and the surface of the wall. One of the advantages of Ten’s stature being fairly close to yours in height was that he only had to lift you just slightly for his core to be lined up with yours. It also meant that he could look you directly in the eye as he spoke, voice trembling with the anticipation of fucking you as if it had been 30 years rather than 30 minutes since the last time. “I just want to point out that, while I do generally have a lot of stamina, this short of a refractory period is not normal for me. I’m usually satisfied after just one round, let alone multiple rounds this close together. But there’s just,” he sighed as he slipped inside you again, “something about you, baby.”
He drove into you forcefully but with much less urgency than earlier, building his pace up gradually, allowing himself to sink into you more fully with each push, the tip of him kissing your cervix and stealing the breath from your lungs. Your shoulder blades dragged against the ceramic tile deliciously, the slight pain adding another layer to the ecstasy currently clouding your thoughts. Your arms circled Ten’s neck, head thrown back in rapture.
The sight of you naked and soaking wet, the features of your face contorted in such complete bliss, devastated his nervous system, his mind barely able to process all the stimulus flooding it down to its deepest recesses. “Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last—”
“Give it to me.”
He cried out, hips stilling as he hooked your leg around his waist and held you down on his cock, spilling into you hotly and holding you close, whole body shuddering. You clung to him, nails digging into his flanks, eyes drinking in his expression as he lost himself in you again. 
Slowly, Ten’s breathing came back under control, a steady rhythm against you. He lifted his head from where it had fallen against your shoulder, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks as his gaze refocused, trained on your face. There was something about the look in his eyes, something sort of… amazed as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, how you’d managed to undo him, how overcome he’d been. You were struck with the odd urge to cry but pushed it down, manfully willing away the lump in your throat. 
After a long moment of holding you, both with his gaze and in his arms, Ten craned forward once more, softly slotting his lips with yours, the kiss a mild, lingering thing. It still held heat, but it was the kind of heat that caramelizes rather than burning. You never wanted it to end and, had it been up to you, it wouldn’t have. But at some point, rational thought won out, and Ten pulled back. He slid out of you with care, pressing another soothing kiss to your jaw when you hissed at the withdrawal. You hadn’t even finished, yet still you were sated, lax where you slumped back against the shower wall, Ten’s sure presence against you the only thing keeping you standing. 
Cutting through the haze, Ten tilted your chin up, forcing you to focus on him. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton, his voice far away as he said, “Baby, I need you to hold yourself up for just a minute, okay?” You whined and shook your head, and Ten stifled a giggle at your antics. “I know,” he cooed, “but I made you all dirty again, so I need to finish cleaning us up and rinsing us off. I promise I’ll take such nice care of you if you can be a good girl and wait patiently for a bit.”
There was a delay as your pleasure-addled brain sluggishly processed his words, but then you were humming in affirmation, strong-arming your own mind into reconnecting with your body to make your leg muscles start functioning again. As requested, you waited patiently but dazedly while Ten shampooed and conditioned his hair, then washed the two of you again as quickly and perfunctorily as possible. 
Before you knew it, he was shutting the water off and gently pulling you from the shower. Grabbing your towel off the hook on the wall, Ten wrapped it around your shoulders and started to dry you off with playful fervor. Between the shock of the cool air suddenly hitting your skin outside the swathe of the steam-filled shower and the jostling of Ten’s toweling, you were awake again, feeling somehow as if Ten’s last orgasm had ejected your own consciousness from your corporeal form for a time, and you’d only just now drifted back into yourself completely. 
Ten must have noticed because he was smiling at you when you came to, eyes lit up with amusement. “Welcome back.”
Your lips were poised to fire back at him sarcastically when you realized Ten had left the towel draped over your shoulders and was currently air drying, water droplets blazing a trail from the ends of his hair down the expanse of his exquisite figure. From where he was standing, you could see all of him, the reflection of his naked back on full display in the mirror. Your gaze darted back and forth desperately before settling heavy on the point which most greatly piqued your interest.
Ten craned his neck, turning to see what you were stuck on but unable to tell for certain. “What is it?” he asked innocently.
“Sorry,” you blinked hard, “your ass just looks… incredible right now.”
For a moment, Ten gaped at you, amazed by your admission. “Really?”
“Really,” you replied plainly.
He smiled again, his hands reaching out to grip the edges of the towel, dragging you closer to him on the bath mat. “If you like my ass so much, you should fuck me sometime.” And then he herded you toward the sink, heedless of the way you were reeling at his suggestion. All you could think about was pegging your boyfriend.
Ten didn’t seem to mind, though, simply plugging your hair dryer into the wall and grabbing your hair brush. Hair dryer on low, he leisurely dried your hair. Every few passes, he would run his fingers through it, willfully slow, letting the locks fall gracefully from his hold as a contented little sigh blew gently across the nape of your neck from his lips. Once your hair was dry, he smacked a kiss on your cheek before drying his own. You were helpless not to stare as the inky black strands gained new life, now lifted and soft where they framed Ten’s perfect face. 
So enamored were you by him that you just went along without question as he grabbed your hand and walked you back into your bedroom. He reached into the bag he’d brought with him and pulled out two t-shirts and two pairs of shorts. He dressed himself first, then helped you into the second set of clothes. He appraised you afterwards, looking all too pleased with himself. 
Next thing you knew, the two of you were stripping the sheets from your bed together and heading downstairs into the laundry room. You taught Ten how your washer and dryer worked and showed him where you kept the detergent and softener. He cracked a joke about feeling like he was learning to fly a plane, then shared an anecdote about one of his members who actually does know how to fly a plane as he started your bedsheets in the washer.
When the laundry was going, you led Ten into the kitchen to forage for food with you. You opted against truly cooking something, neither of you having the energy necessary for that at the moment, electing instead to heat up a batch of leftover pasta from the fridge in the microwave. You didn’t even split it into servings, instead just grabbing two forks and eating it straight out of the container together where you stood at the kitchen counter.
You didn’t speak much as you ate, but you were still communicating, batting your eyes at one another, sharing sweet little smiles and light giggles, hands brushing every so often. It all sang the same line of a song as old as time itself: I’m so happy I’m here with you.
Ten offered you the last bite of pasta on his fork, but you shook your head, encouraging him to have it. He finished it and licked his fork clean. You tossed the pasta container in the trash, and Ten took the liberty of washing the forks and settling them in the utensil compartment of the drying rack. He insisted that you drink a full glass of water before leaving the kitchen.
It was all so… domestic. And you ached.
Wordlessly, the two of you decided to move into the living room. Ten laid across the couch, head and shoulders cushioned by a pillow he’d leaned against the couch’s arm. He looked at you and patted his stomach. You discerned his silent request and climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs and laying your head against his chest, hands framing your head, face turned to see the TV across the room. 
Ten picked up the TV remote and pulled up the Netflix app, navigating to the episode of Sailor Moon Crystal that you’d left off on and pressing play. He kissed the top of your head, one of his hands drifting up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck, the other languidly rubbing up and down your back. It was no time before you were dozing off.
Several episodes of Sailor Moon later, your own subconscious roused you from your sleep. You’d always had a habit, if your dreams were vivid enough or you were exhausted enough, of making noise or even moving in your sleep. Between all the different activities you and Ten had gotten up to since he’d arrived earlier in the evening, you were plenty exhausted and your dreams plenty vivid. 
Your mind was doing all it could to reproduce the ecstasy it had recently experienced, so it offered you a dream in which you and Ten were continuing your earlier activities. In the waking world, where you lay atop your dream’s guest star, you’d started making aborted little movements with your hips, hands flexing against Ten’s chest, the faintest of whimpers sounding in the back of your throat. 
The movement of your hips lined up just right, your clit passing directly over the solid line of Ten’s dick. With a gasp, you woke, eyes working overtime to blink the drowsiness away. You didn’t waste a second, didn’t ask permission, grinding down against Ten with the force of all the energy you’d replenished in sleep. 
Suddenly, two hands were clutching your hips, tight enough to bruise, holding them still. “You need to rest, baby.” The voice was sweet, but sweet was not what you wanted right now, not if it was going to keep you from getting what you needed.
You fought against the hold with all your might, desperate for friction. “But I want you,” you whined, frustrated.
Ten chuckled, but there was no humor in it. All the sweetness was gone, now fled in the face of your stubborn misbehavior. His hold on your hips loosened, hands sliding down to palm at the meat of your ass. “Yeah?” he goaded. “Come on, then.” 
One of his hands rose up and then fell back down to firmly swat your ass, spurring you to start moving again with a startled little yelp. You rolled your hips impatiently, the nylon fabric of Ten’s basketball shorts catching perfectly against your clit with every pass. Your orgasm was coming at you so fast, stealing your breath.
“You like using me to get off, baby? Rubbing yourself all over me like some wild animal?” Ten’s tone was equal parts derisive and encouraging. It made you crazy, made you buck your hips that much faster. He scoffed at your wantonness, but his hands squeezed your flesh tighter as he planted his feet on the couch cushions and started rolling his hips up, meeting you stroke for stroke. “Couldn’t even be bothered to take your shorts off, so now that pretty little hole of yours is gonna cum all over them, and I’m not gonna get to taste any of it. Such a fucking waste. You’re a dirty, nasty little girl, aren’t you? Greedy, too.”
“No, I just—” you protested, panting.
Ten interrupted, uninterested in your objections. “Let’s give the girl what she wants, yeah? You’re gonna cum right now, and then I’m gonna rip those fucking shorts off of you, and you’re gonna sit on my face, and I’m gonna make you cum again. How’s that sound, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, unable to give a more coherent or articulate response. You were so close.
In the next breath, you were cumming, muscles in your pelvis jolting almost violently as you gasped and sobbed. “That’s it,” Ten praised, leaning in for a messy, desperate kiss.
The kiss braced you through your release, easing into something less desperate and more reverential as you gradually stopped trembling. It grounded you, stabilized you.
Ten didn’t give you the chance to thank him, coaxing you to your feet with insistent hands at your waist. “Up, up, up.” You stood and, before your legs could even finish unbending, he was yanking the shorts down off your hips, leaving your core bare. You grasped the hem of the t-shirt, his t-shirt, moving to lift it up and over your head, but Ten grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “I want you to keep it on,” he confessed, slightly sheepish in spite of all you’d done with and to each other up to that point.
You fought a smile as Ten pulled the pillow out from under his shoulders, sliding forward to recline himself fully and make room for you. 
You’d never done this particular act before, so you were hesitant as you mounted yourself on the couch, a knee on either side of Ten’s neck, pussy hovering a few inches above his mouth. He huffed, aggravated, then gripped the back of your thighs, spreading them further, pressing your center closer. “I said sit, so sit.”
Swallowing down your nerves, you rested your full weight down against Ten, a tremor passing up your spine at the brush of his soft lips against your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. He’d had his mouth on you multiple times now, so it wasn’t technically a new sensation, but something about the position you were in, the way you couldn’t see him as well and therefore couldn’t anticipate his next action quite as easily, made it feel so much more illicit. 
Maybe that was why you let out a helpless little squeak at the first lap of Ten’s tongue over your core, your hips jolting again, pushing your pussy down hard against his hungry mouth. He hummed enthusiastically, and his hands jumped to your hips again, urging you to keep going. So you leaned forward, placing your own hands against the arm of the couch to brace yourself as you started to buck your hips in earnest over Ten’s tongue and lips.
It was an easy slide thanks to your previous orgasm, so easy that you were rapidly on your way to cumming again, just as Ten had wanted. “So good, so good,” you cried, and in an instant your climax was pulsing through you. Your shuddering, strangled moans echoed off the walls of the living room, drowning out the TV you’d forgotten was even on. 
Ten held you tight, lapping and sucking at your hole while you writhed, like you were all in this life that could sustain him. As he licked at the last traces of your essence, you twisted to see him pressing the heel of his hand against his cock, a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure from his obvious hard-on. 
You lifted yourself up, somewhat unsteadily, and swiveled yourself around in place on the couch. Ten made a questioning noise, but you ignored him. You were still hovering over Ten’s face, but you were now facing the opposite direction, so you were able to quickly and easily pull the front of his waistband down over his balls and smoothly sink your lips down on him. You didn’t tease, didn’t build him up slowly, just bobbed your head in greedy pulls, anxious to make him feel as good as you did.
When you sunk all the way down—throat relaxed, careful to breathe through your nose—and then swallowed, Ten released a punched out groan, and you could feel the tension in his thighs where he fought to keep himself from bucking up and gagging you. A sense of pride washed over you, but before you could really relish in it, two of Ten’s fingers were slipping inside you with ease.
You were at the perfect angle for him to hook his fingers and press mercilessly on your g-spot. You moaned around his cock, and the feeling of the sound vibrating across his nerve endings made him hiss, his other hand sliding up the back of your thigh, lifting the t-shirt over your hips to smack your bare ass. It hurt, but it still felt like a prize. 
He did it again, and you absolutely wailed, throat muscles flexing where they cradled the tip of his cock. He laughed cruelly and said, “What’s that, baby? I can’t hear you with all that cock in your mouth.” 
You pinched his thigh in retaliation, and he just laughed again. Lifting your mouth off of him, you swiftly changed positions, your entrance now poised over his length. He barely even had time to react before you were sliding down, taking him to the root with a deep, delighted sigh. 
Ten’s fingertips glided up your thighs and settled. He gazed up at you on top of him, wearing his t-shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, hair still slightly tousled from your nap, blush dusting your cheeks, and he yearned. You were already his, and still he yearned, his heart so certain it was where it belonged that it dreaded the next time he’d have to be away from you and preemptively began to yearn. He’d never loved anyone this much, so much that it stung to be near them, even though there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, almost unintentionally.
Your eyes opened, your gaze locking with Ten’s, and you started to move. At first, your movement was lazy, unhurried, your senses more focused on the sensation of his skin against yours, of the veins on his cock, how they rubbed against your smooth inner walls. But then Ten’s nails dug into the top of your thighs, biting little crescent shapes into the skin, and suddenly you needed so much more.
You rode him hard, your thrusts so aggressive that Ten had to brace his palms against the arm of the couch to keep his head from banging into it. It felt dirtier somehow, to fuck him like this while he still had his clothes on, when all you could really see of him was his face, the way his eyes rolled back when your pussy clenched a little tighter, the way he bit his lip but still couldn’t stop the needy whines from spilling out. “Baby,” he groaned, “you’re gonna make me cum—”
You were so focused on Ten’s pleasure that you hadn’t even realized you were about to cum, too. Your pussy started spasming around him, and he cursed as he arched up into you and came, his nails scraping down your thighs, leaving marks.
Ten’s chest was heaving under your palms, heart beating rabbit fast. You bent down and kissed his panting mouth. “I love you, too, by the way.” He grinned, wide and goofy, then returned your kiss with interest.
The two of you seemed to remember where you were after that, both turning toward the sound of the dialogue still coming from the TV. Ten said, “Oh no, we missed so much Sailor Moon,” and you broke into a fit of bright giggles.
The rest of the evening was sort of hazy after that. Ten helped you up and took you to the bathroom to haphazardly clean you once again. He also demanded that you sit down and pee for the sake of your urinary health. 
Then, you moved your bedsheets from the washer to the dryer before grabbing the quilt off the back of the couch and walking back upstairs to your bedroom to tuck in for the night. You vowed that you would wake up and bathe again in the morning, and you did… after fucking each other one more time. Ten helped you redress your bed, and he was off, leaving you to replay every second in your mind until your feelings poured themselves from your heart onto the page, adding a new piece to the draft of your chapbook.
Things continued in much the same way for the weeks following that sleepover. Ten would come over whenever he was free, and you would be on each other like cats in heat. You’d never been more limber in your life, and you’d never been happier either.
But there was a certain niggling fear in the back of your mind that you knew you needed to discuss with Ten. You just didn’t know how. You’d never been in a relationship where you felt safe enough to voice your insecurities. So, you bottled it up, hoping that eventually it would just fade away.
It didn’t.
Then, one day, Ten came over after an especially strenuous dance practice. You were lying on your bed, scrolling idly through your phone, when your bedroom door opened, and he trudged in. He dropped his bag by your door and immediately moved toward the bed, collapsing on top of you. Before you could ask him about his day, he said, “Is it okay if we just lay like this and rest? I don’t really have the energy for anything else.” 
You froze. You weren’t sure why his words filled you with anxiety at first. It was a perfectly reasonable request. But when your brain came back online, you realized: if Ten didn’t want sex from you, you no longer knew what you had to offer him. Sex had become such an intrinsic aspect of the time you spent together, that you’d started to think that was all he wanted.
Your face must have telegraphed this epiphany because Ten sighed and sat up slightly, a frown marring his beautiful features. “This is my fault. Pretty much all we’ve been doing when we spend time together recently is fuck.” 
Ten scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head, frustrated with himself. He tangled the fingers of his other hand with yours, then looked you very pointedly in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry if I gave you the impression that that’s all I’m interested in. It’s not. I want moments like this, moments like we used to always have, moments where we can just be together, where the intimacy is more emotional than physical. It’s important to me. I promise. I’ve just been so excited to be with you in that way that I hadn’t stopped to consider what my behavior might have implied to you.” He looked so genuinely sorry as he said all this. You weren’t sure a man had ever expressed genuine sorry toward you in your entire life.
You didn’t know what to say. You were speechless. Ten didn’t care, though, didn’t need you to say anything or respond to him at all. He just needed you to understand that, while your fear was completely rational, you didn’t truly have anything to be afraid of. He needed you to understand that he was learning, too, and that he would do better. He laid his head back down on your chest, nuzzling into your neck, his arms wrapped around you like a koala’s.
Your chest already felt tight with all the emotion you were suddenly experiencing when Ten spoke again, constricting you further. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he started, quiet and sure. “You know that, right? I’ll always want you this much, maybe even more. And when we’re apart, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, there will always be a part of me longing to be with you. A never-ending hunger. A constant craving.” 
“You don’t know that—”
“Yes, I do,” Ten argued. “It was true yesterday, it’ll be true tomorrow and the day after that, on and on until time ceases, until everything that once was no longer is. Even then, this need, my love for you, will still be here, holding the universe together by a single thread, keeping oblivion at bay.” He turned his head, placing a soft kiss over your collarbone. 
You hadn’t moved since he’d first spoken to you, hadn’t even breathed, really. Your mind was struggling to process all that was occurring as reality. But Ten took this as another refutation.
“You don’t believe me,” he huffed, pouting against your chest.
The truth was you didn’t know if you believed him. No one had ever conveyed this kind of sentiment to you, so you wouldn’t know how it felt to believe it, wouldn’t know if you were or you weren’t. You cleared your throat, “Go to sleep, Ten.”
He sighed with fond exasperation, his thumb brushing up and down soothingly where his hand clutched at your waist. “I really do love you so much. Being with you makes me so happy. You’re gorgeous and funny and smart and so, so kind. You’re an amazing friend, and you just… you care so much. About so many things. About the people you love but also random strangers. About the world and everything in it. About life and what it all means or if it even means anything at all. About art and science and philosophy and whatever you can wrap your beautiful mind around or sink your teeth into. About whatever you find interesting or silly or cute or weird. About me. You care about me, and I feel so fucking lucky every day for it. Nothing’s ever felt as good as being loved by you. Except maybe getting to love you in return. So yeah, I really do love you. And even though you might not believe me yet, it doesn’t change the fact that I mean it. I mean it with every fiber of my being.”
You fought to conceal the emotion in your voice. “Ten?”
“Mn?” he drowsed.
“Moments like this… they’re important to me, too.” Ten didn’t say anything, just coiled his arms around you a little tighter.
Only when he finally nodded off on top of you, his breathing level and body completely lax, did you allow yourself to cry. Your heart felt wrung out like a wet rag as the tears silently fell down the sides of your face. You were crying because, for the first time, Ten hadn’t simply made you fall in love with him. No, for the first time, Ten had made you fall just a little bit in love with yourself.
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End A/N: I know, I know. The ending was very heavy-handed, but I don't care. I'm only interested in love stories where the characters are so desperately in love with each other that it makes your stomach flip harder than the smut does, and I will not apologize! As always, please feel free to share your thoughts with me, even if those thoughts are about how mad you are that this took so long for me to post! ❤️
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DEDICATION IS SOOOO GOOD LIKE I HAD TO STOP READING FOR A SEC CUZ I WAS BLUSHING LIKE CRAZY THEN PROCEED WITH READING AGAIN AND THEN REPEAT!!! IT'S SOOO GOOD BUT CAN I ASK IF IT'LL HAVE ANOTHER PART?🥹
It will! I’m expecting 2-3 more parts depending on how long the next part ends up being! And there will be plenty more smut but also plenty more plot in the next parts, so it will be a lot easier for me to crank out! I’m really happy you’re enjoying it so much 🥰
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tensmutdepot · 3 months
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You were the first person I thought of when I posted this and I thought about tagging you but told myself you must have moved on from this fic by now! I’m so glad you liked it 😭
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Dedication (part 5)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, smut
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; mentions of Sailor Moon; this part is very light on plot; a shameless smut marathon; just an abominable amount of smut; tooth-rotting fluff at the end; Ten is romantic af; they are in LOVE your honor; phone sex; vaginal fingering; fellatio; frottage; nipple play; cunnilingus; squirting; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don't try this at home); brief handjob; shower sex; multiple orgasms; like... lots and lots of orgasms; face sitting; creampie; dom/sub dynamics if you squint
Summary: After finally taking their relationship to the next level, Ten and Y/N are forced to spend some time apart due to an overseas schedule for WayV. How will they fare while he's away? And more importantly, how will Y/N welcome him back upon his return? As the saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Word Count: 14.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
A/N: [comes back a whole year later with my tail tucked between my legs] Happy New Year! Okay, I'm the worst. Truly, sincerely the worst. I know you've all probably lost interest in this fic at this point, and that is totally fair, but I finally found the energy and the motivation to push this puppy forward again. I am hoping the immense level of smut in this part will both make up for some of the wait and also give some explanation as to why this part took me so long to power through in the first place. There will be 2-3 more parts, and the next part is where the very minimal overarching plot really comes back into play. This fic is mostly just vibes held together by proverbial Washi tape, but I am very excited to complete it ASAP. I love you, 10velys! I hope 2023 has treated you all well, and I hope 2024 treats you even better!
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It turned out that the schedule Ten couldn’t skip out on was going to keep him away longer than you originally thought. You didn’t usually keep up with Ten’s schedule or follow his presence on social media, but his note had made you curious. When you logged on and did a quick search, you saw that, not long after leaving your bed, he’d traveled to the airport to catch a flight. He and the other members of his subunit were going to be guesting on a couple episodes of a popular variety show. This particular variety show happened to take place in a different country, though, and according to the fans’ math, that meant it’d be a week or so before they returned, Ten included. 
You couldn’t lie to yourself. The thought of going the longest you’d been without seeing him in months directly after sleeping with him for what was hopefully only the first time stressed you out. And you had no idea how long his flight was going to take, but you assumed if he’d landed, you would’ve heard something from him by now, so you decided to text him again.
Me: Heyyy
Me: Me again
Me: So twitter tells me you’re in a different country
Me: Or at least on your way to be
Me: I hope you’re having a safe flight
Me: Turbulence free and all that
Me: I hope the in-flight snack is one of those fancy cookies
Me: Not some dry ass pretzels
Me: I hope your ears pop as little as possible
Me: Oh wait
Me: You probably fly first class don’t you
Me: You bougie bitch
Me: You probably get multiple cookies
Me: Ugh
Me: Anyway I’ll stop being annoying sorry
Me: But could you maybe text me back when you land
Me: Just let me know you’re safe
Me: When you get a second
Me: I know you’re super busy tho
Me: So it’s totally cool if you can’t
Me: I just realized how many texts I’ve sent you JESUS
Me: Please feel free to block my number
Me: I deserve it
Me: Fuck
Me: I miss you :(
And that was when you finally decided you’d made enough of an ass of yourself and threw your phone across the room so you couldn’t do anymore damage. You got up and got dressed to go run the errands you’d had planned for the day, hoping it would distract you from the anxiety of waiting for the chime of an incoming message. 
A few hours later, you had a fridge full of fresh groceries, your car was washed, and you’d even checked in on Ningning. You were back in your bedroom about to whip out your laptop and pull up the current draft of your chapbook to keep yourself sufficiently distracted when your phone finally made noise.
Only it didn’t just chime with the sound of an incoming message. It began to ring, the theme song of your favorite TV show blaring and making you jump. You clutched your chest, your heartbeat attempting to regulate as you clambered to grab your phone and answer it. “Hello?”
“Hello, pretty.” Something about hearing Ten’s voice over the phone made your skin tingle with anticipation. His choice of greeting certainly didn’t help. It rendered you speechless, which he took advantage of. “You are just the cutest thing in the world, you know that? And that’s saying something because I have two incredibly adorable cats and several incredibly adorable group members who really give you a run for your money, but the texts you sent me earlier sealed it. You’re the cutest.” 
You felt your skin get hot with embarrassment and lifted a hand to cover your eyes, whining, “I was really hoping we could just pretend those text messages never happened.”
“Oh, not a chance, baby. I think I might actually print them out and get them framed.” He chuckled, and your skin got even hotter, your mouth going dry. “You’re quiet, baby. Are you blushing? Ugh, you must be. I wish I were there to see it.” You could hear the pout in his voice. 
Part of you wanted to ask him to Facetime you. Then, he’d be able to see you blush, and you’d be able to see him pout. But there was a special kind of tension that came from only being able to hear each other, from having to use your imagination to picture one another.
“We can talk about it if you want. If it’ll get you to stop being so quiet.”
“Talk about what?”
“About what happened. What we did.”
You feared your skin may well melt off with the level of heat you were subjecting it to at this point, your embarrassment reaching new heights with each passing moment. “O-Oh yeah… that.”
“That,” he mimicked your tone. “Can I request a few more syllables?”
You laughed, the sound fading into a sigh. “What would you like me to say? That we fucked? That we made love?”
“Well, both of those things are true, but I’m more interested in how you feel about those things.”
Lying back on your bed, you gazed up at your ceiling, collecting your thoughts, trying to arrange them into complete sentences. Ten didn’t say anything, just waited patiently. “I feel great, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah, I mean… I feel great about the actual act of what we did. It was easily the best sex I’ve ever had, and the fact that it happened with you is definitely the cherry on top, but…”
“But?”
“But I’m still scared about what it all means. I’m scared of things changing between us.” A weight lifted off your chest with those words, grateful he’d given you the space to voice the fears that threatened the happiness you were feeling.
“Would it help if I told you how I feel about what happened?”
You twisted a strand of your hair around your finger nervously. “Maybe.”
Ten smiled on his end of the line. “I’m walking on air, Y/N. I got to make love to my best friend. And yes, it changes things. But as a brilliant woman once told me, change is inevitable. It’s up to us to make sure that the change is for the better.”
Your heart swelled in your chest. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You always say exactly what I need to hear.”
He laughed brightly. “I can’t help it if what you need to hear is always exactly what I want to say.”
You groaned. “Seriously, dude, stop it. I already miss you like crazy.”
“Baby, I haven’t even been gone a full day.”
“Ah, but things have changed, remember?” you sassed. “I may have been able to go this long without seeing you before, but you gave me a taste of paradise. Now every second we’re apart is gonna feel like you’re starving me out.”
Ten’s voice was husky when he responded. “Paradise, was it?”
“You tell me.” You weren’t necessarily trying to wind him up, but once you realized you’d started to, you couldn’t stop. It was addicting any time you ever got to hold any sort of power over Ten because he wasn’t the type to relinquish power easily.
You heard fabric shuffling over the line. Then he said, “Paradise is an understatement, baby. It felt like I was getting away with something the universe never intended to allow. I keep replaying it in my mind. When I close my eyes, all I can see is you naked underneath me, and all I can think about is touching you again, being inside of you again.”
“Ten—”
“Tell me you love me.” He sounded strained, a little breathless, a little whiny.
“Ten, are you… touching yourself?”
He bit his lip and hummed, “Mhm.”
Your hand trailed down your torso to slip beneath your waistband, a mind of its own. “Do you want me to join you?”
“Yes. Please, baby. Play with that pretty little pussy.” His words followed by the vivid sound of him suddenly spitting into his hand had your mind reeling, your stomach lurching with arousal, wetness practically gushing from your core.
You switched the call audio to speaker on your phone and set it down next to your hip, shoving your sweats down your thighs and lifting your shirt up over your breasts. “Can you still hear me, Ten?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“How about this?” Goosebumps spread over your bare skin as you slid your hand through your folds, teasing your entrance with just enough pressure to give Ten an incredibly graphic image of how his words had affected you.
Ten’s answering moan echoed through your room. “Yes, baby, I can hear how much you need me, fuck.”
“I do,” your voice rose as you pushed your fingers inside yourself, “I do need you.”
You could hear Ten stroking himself now, enough pre-cum dripping from his tip to make it nice and noisy. The slick symphony encouraged you to fuck yourself harder, faster, your orgasm building embarrassingly quick. “Y/N,” Ten crooned, “you’re about to cum.”
How the fuck did he know that?
“I can hear your breath getting shorter–ah–and your pussy getting louder. I bet your body is just screaming for me right now, back arched, skin flushed all over, and your free hand–hngh–clawing at your blankets. Fucking masterpiece.” 
He was right on all counts, and it drove you nuts, made you cry out loud.
“I love the way you sound, baby.”
“I love you,” you whined.
His moans grew more desperate, more frequent, his wrist snapping quickly as he stroked himself toward the edge of his climax. “Tell me again. Please, please, please.”
Your lungs were on fire, barely able to gather the air you needed, but you managed to whimper, “I love you, Ten.”
“Oh god, fuck, I love you, angel. Now cum with me.”
You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. Your nerves lit up like a Christmas tree as you came, your sounds harmonizing with Ten’s, the thought of him reaching his high drawing out your own. 
Gradually, you drifted back down to earth. You hadn’t quite landed yet when Ten said, “Baby, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go clean myself up.” The mental image of Ten, ropes of cum painting his stomach, had you crash landing in reality.
Despite the noodle-like quality of your limbs, you summoned the strength to get up and handle your own mess before returning to your bed and picking your phone back up, taking it off speaker. “Ten?”
“I’m here, pretty.” His voice was sad now, hinting at your inevitable goodbye.
You sighed. “Whatever it is you’re doing for work, give it your all. Give it your all and then… come home to me, okay?”
Ten’s heart nearly cracked in two. “I will. I can’t promise I’ll be able to call again. I managed to call you tonight ‘cause everyone else went out for dinner, and I convinced them I wasn’t feeling well, but I usually don’t get this kind of time alone. I’ll text you as often as possible, though. And I’ll be back to bothering you before you know it.”
“I’ll be counting the minutes.” You ended the call there, fighting back tears. It was stupid to be so distraught over this. He was only going to be gone for about a week or so. You could survive that long, right?
Your phone chimed, pulling you from your thoughts.
Ten: I’ll be counting the seconds
Yeah, you could survive. You could survive an eternity on your own if you knew Ten was waiting for you at the end of it.
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Ten had been right: he didn’t get the chance to call you again while he was gone, but he did text you at every opportunity, letting you know how filming was going, sharing anecdotes about interactions with his members, sending you pictures of all the elaborate salads he ate and selfie after selfie. The selfies were often more adorable than anything else, but every once in a while, he’d send you one that fell on the sultrier side of the spectrum, and you would groan in agony. And when you would call him out for teasing you, he would feign innocence, which only made you want him more. 
You never sent him any photos in return, and he never asked you to, mostly because, if you did, he wasn’t entirely certain he’d be able to keep himself from absconding his schedule and hopping on a plane back home to you before his work was complete. 
But somehow, you both found a way to cope with the separation without losing your minds, and a week later, Ten was giving you the timeline for his returning flight, so you could make plans to see each other. He would land a little later in the evening, the drive back from the airport would take about an hour, and his drive to your place would take about the same, giving you a rough estimate of when you could expect him and allowing you the necessary time to get ready. Karina had even made her own plans for the evening to ensure that you and Ten would have the house to yourselves. Everything had fallen into place.
You picked your outfit first, then hopped in the shower. After showering, drying your hair, and throwing on some mascara, you heard Karina’s voice call out to let you know she was leaving. You’d called back a heartfelt goodbye, then threw your robe on and moved to the sink. You were just about finished brushing your teeth when you heard footsteps coming towards your bathroom. Assuming your roommate had left something behind and was coming back for it, you called out, “What’d you forget, Kay?” 
“Not Karina,” you heard a devastatingly familiar voice respond. Your heart stopped and you turned toward the doorway to find Ten leaning against it, a smug smile plastered on his face. You froze in place, your toothbrush hanging inelegantly from your mouth as you gawked at him. He sauntered forward, clearly pleased with your reaction, stopping only a few inches in front of you. Eying your toothbrush, he asked, “You done?”
Dumbstruck by his unexpected presence and proximity, you just nodded. He chuckled, reaching up to pull the toothbrush from your mouth, rinsing it off in the sink and then placing it back in its holder. 
The plastic cup you kept next to the faucet appeared in front of your face. Ten tipped it toward your lips, and you realized he’d filled it with water for you to wash your mouth out. You swished the water around in your mouth for a bit, then froze again, like you’d completely forgotten how to function without Ten’s help. What the fuck was wrong with you? He bit his lip, stifling his laughter at your behavior. After setting the cup back down, he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the sink, his fingertips brushing the sides of your neck as he swept your hair out of the way and whispered, “Spit, baby.” 
A violent shiver ran down your spine, but you obeyed, spitting into the sink, then running the water for a moment to make sure it was clean. 
You spun around and Ten was suddenly taking up all of your personal space. He brought his hand up to your face, and you were certain he was going to kiss you, your pulse racing madly at the thought, but he just ran his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping away a stray drop of water. “Good girl,” he said, achingly quiet as if it were only you two in the entire world.
You gulped, still as a statue, unsure of what he would do, though for once not unsure of what you wanted him to do. He looked you up and down, a smirk playing at his lips as he reached out, touching the edge of your satin robe with his fingertips, grazing the top of your thigh. 
“You know,” he began, lifting his gaze to meet yours, “you didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.”
And just like that, he broke the tension, appealing to your stubbornness by poking fun at you. “Shut up,” you whined, slapping his arm playfully. “You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour! Look, I picked out a cute little sundress and everything!” Grabbing his wrist, you dragged him into your room, opening your closet and gesturing toward the fitted yet flowy garment hanging on the door. Ten would never admit it, but the simple sensation of your hand around his wrist had his heart leaping in his chest. He was so happy to see you.
“I know, but we got back earlier than expected, and I couldn’t wait. I wanted to surprise you. Besides, as amazing as you’d probably look in that dress…” He crowded you against the wall next to your closet, his lips brushing your ear. “I like what you’re wearing now,” he purred. Your breathing picked up, and your hands itched to touch him. He must have been able to tell because he smiled and said, “Did you miss me, baby?”
“You know I did,” you responded, your voice trembling with anticipation.
His smile grew at your answer. “Yeah? How much did you miss me?”
You felt like you were going to combust. You hadn’t touched yourself the entire time he was gone, not since the phone call, and you needed his hands on you. Currently, his hands were placed flat against the wall on either side of your head. So you took one, slipped it under your robe, and brought it to your core, pressing his fingers against you so he could feel the way you were dripping for him. “How much does it feel like I missed you?”
He let out a small, reverent gasp. His voice was quiet as he said, “I missed you, too, baby.” He started rubbing steady circles into your clit. Your legs threatened to give out, but Ten wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you up. He painted kisses up and down your neck as he played with you. His breathing quickly turned ragged, but it didn’t stop the sweet nothings pouring from his lips. “I missed your laugh, the way you talk, the smell of your shampoo. I missed everything about you, my perfect girl.”
His words brought you to the edge, so close to diving off of it headfirst. All you wanted was to lose yourself in him. Pleasure was coiling tightly in your abdomen, ready to spring loose at any moment. You could hardly even breathe, could hardly even think. You certainly didn’t have the mental capacity to be embarrassed by the noises you were making, signalling your oncoming climax.
“Look at you,” Ten sighed, “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already about to cum. Are you that desperate for me?”
“Yes,” you replied instantly, breathless. You weren’t ashamed of how much you needed him, of the effect he had on you, because you knew he would take care of you. It only compounded upon itself, made you want him all the more. And knowing this, knowing how deep your desire for him ran, turned him on, made him start passing his fingers over your clit a little more quickly, made him want to see you absolutely crumble in front of him. 
You tried leaning in to kiss him, but he evaded it. “Ah, ah, ah. You have to earn it.”
“Please,” you begged, pouting. 
He shook his head. “That’s not what I want to hear, baby.” You racked your brain and, after a moment, it came to you. You were brought back to the phone call, what he’d wanted you to say to him then, how he’d fucked his own fist to the sound of it.
You slid your hands up his chest and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you, your noses nearly brushing. “I love you,” you breathed, and his grip on your waist tightened, nearing painful. “I love you so much, Ten, please, I—”
He cut you off with his mouth on yours, and you melted, sighing into the kiss. He took advantage, sliding his tongue in between your lips. He kissed you until you had no choice but to break apart for air, your chests heaving. “Say it again,” he commanded.
You smirked at him. “Who’s desperate now?” A delighted giggle bubbled from your lips, but it transformed into a whimper as he started to circle his fingertips around your entrance.
He laughed darkly, leaning in to whisper, “Still you,” before thrusting his fingers deep inside you, making you cry out. He pumped his fingers quickly, the heel of his palm brushing over your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, leaning forward and biting down on Ten’s shoulder to muffle your moans. He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him. “Oh no you don’t. It’s just you and me in this house, and I want to hear you.”
Ecstasy bounced around inside you like a pinball in a machine, Ten hitting all the right spots to light you up and make you sing. If your body had a leaderboard, Ten would be the undisputed champion, and no one would stand a chance in hell of ever beating his score.
When you finally came to after your orgasm, Ten was humming as he licked you off his fingers, satisfied with the taste of you. And it made you realize something.
“You know,” you said, your voice already somewhat raw from moaning at the top of your lungs, “you’ve tasted me twice now, but I still haven’t tasted you.”
He stopped in his tracks, locking eyes with you, his as wide as saucers. While he was distracted by the implication of your words, you switched your positions, Ten’s back now against the wall and you in front of him. 
You dropped to your knees, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and reaching for his belt buckle. He didn’t make a sound, stunned into silence by the prospect of you putting your mouth on him. You unlooped his belt and tossed it aside before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His dick felt hot in your hand as you pulled it out of his briefs, already hard and leaking precum. You licked your lips absentmindedly, anticipating. 
You were about to lean in and get your first taste when Ten suddenly stopped you and said, “Wait…” He brought his hand to your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip before applying slight pressure. You got the message, opening so he could slip inside. You sucked on his thumb lightly, not wanting to give too much away before you’d even begun. “Mmm, such a tease.” Fighting the urge to smile, you gazed up at him innocently, the textbook definition of doe eyes. It drove him mad.
And it wasn’t as if Ten had never had his dick sucked before. It had happened plenty of times but, with you, everything felt like the first time. Everything was heightened. Everything was just… better. So it made him want to draw each moment out with you, each sensation. This gave him the clarity to stop and appreciate, to explore each scenario with you as thoroughly as he could. It also meant he was constantly being struck with ideas.
“Open your robe,” he said. You could tell from his tone that he wasn’t asking, so you immediately untied the knot at the front of the satin garment, the sides falling open and revealing your naked torso to him, framing your breasts and your hips, your nipples pebbling in the open air. Your legs were slightly parted, and he could just barely see the front of your pussy, your clit swollen and red, so inviting. You were even more perfect than Ten remembered. 
He swallowed hard, his throat gone dry, and nodded at you, granting you permission to pick up where you’d left off when he interrupted your actions. You reached back out, wrapping your hand around his shaft, and drew yourself closer. You lightly brushed your lips across the head, the warmth of your breath sending chills down his spine. 
Maybe you were biased, your mind playing tricks on you because you loved him, but you thought the traces of precum that now graced your lips tasted heavenly as you ran your tongue over them. You wanted more. So you finally took him into your mouth, the same way you’d taken him inside you the first time you fucked, bit by bit, more of him each time you bobbed up and down until he was almost fully sheathed in your mouth, nearly hitting the back of your throat.
You built up the pressure of your sucking gradually, eventually giving it all you could, starting from the base of his dick, pulling all the way to the tip. Ten groaned at the feeling before abruptly snapping his hips forward, thrusting himself deep, making you choke. 
He backed off, and you gasped for air. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Do it again,” you interjected, panting, your eyes watering.
Ten’s gaze was piercing as it met your own, his hands lifting to comb your hair back out of your face and cradle the sides of your head. He paused for a moment, waiting on your confirmation, and you nodded, letting your jaw hang open, tongue lolling out of your mouth, relaxing your throat as much as you were able. He smirked at the obscene display, then wasted no more time, fucking your face forcefully, gripping your skull to anchor himself.
At first, you reached out and held his wrists for security, but when he started to lose it, guttural groans resonating from his chest, eyes rolling back as his head fell against the wall behind him, you were bewitched, one of your hands falling to your center to make quick passes over your clit, the movement aided by the slippery evidence of your first orgasm. It was overwhelming, lack of oxygen pulling tears from your eyes as they fluttered shut, sensation of asphyxiation clearing a direct path to your next climax, dragging moans out of you that vibrated against Ten’s cock as it ravaged your throat. A choked noise drew your attention, and your eyes shot back open to find Ten staring at you again, mesmerized by the vulgar image you created.
“You should see yourself right now,” he hissed, “staring up at me with tears streaming down your face, mascara running, lips all stretched out as you gag on my cock, spit dripping down your chin and neck. You’re a mess. But you like that, don’t you? You just love being used by me. My sweet little fuck toy.” He ran the back of one of his hands down the side of your face, oh so tenderly, his lips forming a pout, mocking you.
But you were shameless, only further turned on by the way he always got a little bit mean when he was close to cumming. You worked yourself even faster, under the influence of him, the most intoxicating substance you’d ever tasted, your fingers swiping wildly over your folds. 
You were so close, but you needed something, and Ten seemed to realize because as soon as you’d had the thought, he carded his hands into the hair at the base of your skull and yanked, your neck bending back and your head leaning forward, cutting off your air flow completely and tightening your throat for him. And just like that, you were both cumming.
You could’ve sworn your skin was radioactive with the glowing warmth that flooded your system. It was so good it almost distracted you from the load Ten shot into your mouth. You swallowed down as much of it as you could, but he came so hard that some of it spilled over your bottom lip, running down your neck and pooling on top of your collarbone on one side. 
Once you’d both finally regained a firm enough grasp on reality, Ten helped you get to your feet again, instantly pulling you into him. He clutched the back of your neck, then craned down to lick his own cum off your skin, trailing his tongue up from your collarbone, over your jaw, and then dipping into your mouth for an incredibly filthy kiss.
It drove Ten crazy to taste himself on your tongue. When he’d finally had his fill and broke apart from you, his eyes were wild, his mind racing with all the ways he wanted to ruin you, where to begin. He released your neck from his grasp and gestured toward the bed. “Take your robe off, then go lay down and spread your legs.” 
You wasted no time, immediately slipping your robe off your shoulders and tossing it aside before moving to crawl atop your covers and lie back against your pillows, your legs falling open confidently. The air of the room felt cool against your slick core, made you shiver.
Ten tsked at you. “Look at all that cum.” Lifting reluctantly from your pussy, his eyes held yours as he said, “Spread it around, baby. Make yourself nice and messy for me.” You nodded instantly, the picture of compliance, as you let your hand drift downward. 
He leaned against one of your bedposts and watched you, unblinking and entranced, as you smeared your essence all over your still sensitive pussy, making your hips jolt each time you accidentally put a bit too much pressure on your clit. He was absentmindedly stroking himself with his hand, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, like he simply couldn’t help himself, utterly possessed by the sight of you.
Once you’d lathered your cum all over the skin of your pussy and inner thighs, Ten climbed onto the bed with you, sinking onto his stomach, his face hovering in front of where you wanted him most. 
He took your hand, the hand you’d defiled yourself with, and at first you thought he was going to kiss the top of it like some gentleman from the Middle Ages. But then he offered you a sinful smile, licked his lips, and wrapped them around your fingers, unwilling to let any bit of your essence go to waste. It shocked your system, the remaining drowsiness from your previous climaxes quickly leaving you, now achingly alert.
Once he’d removed every trace, his tongue dipping and swiping in between each digit and divot of your palm, he traveled back to the source. He placed his mouth on your clit and sucked on it tenderly, not too much pressure and not too little but just enough, like he was savoring you, like he wanted to memorize the flavor of you. You threw your head back and moaned, already on the verge of overstimulation, heightened by the knowledge that Ten was only just getting started with you. Every so often, he would pull away to lap at the streaks of shiny, sticky cum that you’d coated yourself with, cleaning you up little by little until all that was left for him to do was tap you for even more.
His forearms wrapped under your thighs and over your waist, hands firmly planting you to the bed, the now steady suction of his mouth bringing you to the brink of your third orgasm, legs quivering as they closed around his head, smothering him as you ground your center against his tongue. 
Eventually, your body finally stopped registering on the Richter scale, and Ten trailed kisses up your torso, chest, and neck, his lips only halting once they reached your ear. You clawed at his hips frantically, and he laughed, “So needy.” He held his cock in his hand, poised at your entrance. “Is this what you want, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, teeth digging into your lip and eyes welling with fresh tears. 
“How bad?” There was something almost cruel about the way he always demanded answers from you at your most mindless, the way he drew enjoyment from watching you struggle to form a single coherent thought, so vulnerable, such a far cry from the person you were in almost any other context. 
Your voice was hysterical as you cried, “So bad, Ten, please. I need it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he questioned.
You were so out of it that you failed to register the menacing tone of his voice, answering him immediately. “Anything!”
His lips curled into a sinister smirk. “I want you to cum again.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, your heart thudding painfully, the rush of your blood thundering in your ears. The tears that had welled began to flow over the apples of your cheeks. “I-I can’t!”
Ten leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your jaw. “You can.” 
The hand that held his cock started to rub the tip over your clit, making you yelp from the hypersensitivity. He passed it up and down, side to side, back and forth in different variations until you were a mewling mess beneath him, the pressure building inside you so intensely that it verged on painful, a new kind of pleasure blooming from somewhere deep inside you. 
A stuttered moan fell from Ten’s lips as he planted his hands on either side of your torso, no longer able to focus on controlling his movements, his hips rolling against you with wild abandon, cock sliding perfectly against your clit over and over again. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
You preened at his praise, the gratification seeping into the very marrow of your bones. It sent a violent shockwave through your core, the pressure that had built up now reaching a breaking point, like a water balloon brimming and ready to burst. 
Ten could see you grappling with your impending climax, eyes shut tight, forehead creased, jaw clenched, overstimulation driving you to panic.  “Just breathe through it. Let go for me.” And you were done for, your orgasm surging, spraying all over where yours and Ten’s bodies still met, drenching the bed sheets beneath you. The two of you groaned in unison as you squirted sporadically. “Good fucking girl.”
You’d gone limp, hardly even sensing it when Ten slipped himself inside you with ease, too spent to react properly. You weren’t sure how much more your body could take of the ping-ponging between vigilance and exhaustion.
He laughed at you lightly, the sound equal parts degrading and adoring. “I know you’re tired, baby. I promise this won’t take long.” And then he was moving, knees digging into the bed where they pressed against your sides, hands curling under your back, grasping onto the tops of your shoulders for leverage as he rutted into you with desperation, clearly riled up from watching you cum so hard.
“You know,” he grunted, voice shaking, “I felt like I was insane, like my mind was playing tricks on me, like there was no way it could possibly have been as good as I remembered.” His strokes were ruthless, and it was all you could do to twist your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips, hanging on for dear life. “I guess I was kind of right because it’s not as good. It’s better. It’s so, so, so much better, fuck.” The breaths that fanned across your collarbone grew ragged, Ten nearing his peak. You whimpered beneath him, drawing his attention, and he noticed a fresh stream of tears falling from your eyes. “Why are you crying, baby? Are you okay?”
“I’m… so happy,” you sighed.
Ten grinned as he moaned above you, bewitched by your pleasure as much as he was by his own. “Yeah? You like having me inside you?”
You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze, and used what little strength you had left to clench around his length. “I love it,” you whispered.
And then he was kissing you again, your mouth muffling his cries as your lips slotted together sloppily and he pulsed inside you, cum decorating your insides. He fucked you through his orgasm, hips never faltering until he finally found the will to grant you some mercy and slip from the clutch of your silky walls.
He leaned down and gave you several sweet kisses, a reward and a thank you, before collapsing onto his back next to you, chest rising and falling rapidly with his labored breath. The two of you lay there in awed silence, staring up at the ceiling, minds replaying a supercut of the last hour’s activities, desperate to burn every moment into your memory.
You lay there basking in the afterglow for so long that reality began to bleed into your subconscious, your blinks growing slower, fewer, and farther between. But before you could fully drift into the landscape of the hyper realistic dream that was forming in your mind, Ten gently grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, brushing them over your knuckles oh so delicately. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t let you sleep yet. We need to get you cleaned up…” He eyed the fabric rumpling beneath you, visibly pleased with himself, stifling a giggle. “And we should probably strip the sheets to throw in the wash.”
You sat up in alarm, surveying the damage, and gasped as you took in the way your cum had practically tie-dyed the linens that draped your bed frame. You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “I can’t believe you made me squirt.”
“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” Ten teased.
You glared at him indignantly, your arm swinging up to lightly smack him on the arm, “I’m not complaining now either,” you huffed, crossing your arms and sticking your nose up in the air. “I’m just worried about the prices of laundry detergent inflating because you’re a cum hungry demon trying to drain the life out of me.” He only chuckled and leaned over to kiss your shoulder, more than used to your dramatics at this point. “But seriously, what’s up with that?” you pressed further. “The first time we fucked, you edged me into delirium, but this time you didn’t edge me at all.”
Ten shrugged and answered frankly, “I’m not in the mood for edging you right now. I’m in the mood for making you feel as good as possible over and over again.” He sat on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his lips to your ear to torment you for the umpteenth time. “I’m in the mood for fucking you and fucking you and fucking you until all you can do is cry, until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
His words shocked you, your mind still recuperating from all the pillowtalk he had already ravished you with only moments prior. How did he still have the energy to lay siege to your senses like this? Even the devil rested.
“Come on, filthy girl,” Ten continued, releasing you from his embrace before climbing off the bed and pulling you to join him on your feet. He gave your lower back a little push and said, “To the shower.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “Bold of you to assume I can walk properly right now.”
He laughed, hearty and vibrant, endlessly amused by you. “Then wobble, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if your legs give out.” You pouted but did as you were told, taking small strides like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs, slowly leading Ten into your bathroom and turning the handle on the faucet to start the shower. But when you heard the click of Ten closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in you suddenly felt shy, realizing you were about to share something with Ten that was usually entirely for you. You’d fucked several people in your life but never shared a shower with any of them.
It’s not as if it were any more intimate than any of the sinful things you had just done to each other, but showering always felt like the one time when you could truly be alone, even your own thoughts held back by the vinyl fabric of the shower curtain, mind completely void, just you and the universe. Letting Ten into that secret little pocket of existence with you somehow made you feel more vulnerable than letting him into your body. 
And he must have noticed your trepidation because he cleared his throat and spoke up, “We don’t have to shower together, Y/N. We can take turns and wait for each other.” His eyes were so soft as he gazed at you a few feet away, and it disarmed all your apprehension and anxiety completely. In spite of how possessive Ten’s dirty talk could seem, he knew he wasn’t entitled to you. He knew your space and your time were yours to give to him as you saw fit. It didn’t matter how much you’d already given to him. It wasn’t owed but earned. And the more he respected that, the more it made you want to give. One of these days, you were really going to devour him whole.
You gripped the edge of the curtain and yanked it open. You turned back to smile at Ten and said, “Get in.” Your bathroom was fairly small, no tub, the shower a square walk-in enclosed by three of the bathroom’s walls. He stepped in, the warm spray hitting his chest, then scooted back against the wall opposite the showerhead, smirking and gesturing toward you with a come hither motion.
You didn’t need to be told twice. The pressure of the water felt fantastic as it hit your back, relaxing you as you faced Ten where he still stood with his back to the shower wall. The size of the shower didn’t leave much distance between you, and you fought a blush at the proximity of your naked bodies as if they hadn’t just been entangled with one another five minutes ago. 
Ten didn’t say anything, just reached for your body wash on the shelf in the corner and got to work, choosing to pour the wash directly into his hands to spread over your skin. You usually used a loofah for exfoliating purposes, but you figured you could make an exception this once. 
He ran his hands up and down your arms, then over your shoulders and onto your back, rubbing the soap in but also lightly massaging your aching muscles. It made you bite your lip, choking back what would’ve been incredibly undignified noises. If Ten noticed, he didn’t mention it, either unwilling to break the spell of the silence between you or waiting for a more opportune moment or both. Probably both. 
He simply continued his trek over the planes of you, bringing his hands around your waist to scrub your abdomen. He dipped his finger into your belly button, tickling you, and you squealed, “Ten!”
Ten couldn’t stop himself from giggling, smiling so hard his eyes turned into little crescents, gorgeous teeth on full display. When he calmed down, he pursed his lips to stop his smile and said, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” before getting back to work. 
His eyes darkened a bit, and you followed his line of sight to realize he was staring at your breasts. He let out a low hum of contentment as he slid his hands up your torso, palming them and squeezing slightly, suds gathering in between his fingers as he felt you up under the guise of washing you. You were once again fighting for your life to maintain the remaining shreds of your dignity and pretending to be unaffected, but Ten knew better. And you knew that he knew better. But he still didn’t mention it.
He poured a little more body wash in his hands and crouched down then, encouraging you to lean your hands on his shoulders before delicately grasping your leg behind your knee, bending and lifting it slightly so he could use his other hand to wash your leg. Then he repeated the same process on the other side, all the while staring up at you from under his thick, dark lashes with his perfect brown eyes, holding eye contact and never faltering, not even when you sucked in a breath as his fingers passed over the junction between your thighs and your core, just shy of touching you where you were now once again aching for him. 
Ten stood up and crossed what little space there was between you, clutching your hips with soapy hands, your heartbeat ratcheting wildly as he massaged them, traveling over and around to grab two generous handfuls of your ass, still looking you straight in the eye. Your animal instincts finally won out over your pride, the smallest whine sounding in the back of your throat, making Ten smile deviously.
He let go of your ass, rinsed his hands in the spray behind you, then reached out to the shelf again. Your eyes widened as you watched him grab the vaginal wash and pour a dollop into his palm. The fact that you didn’t have to tell him he couldn’t use the regular body wash had you ready to fall on your knees again. 
The wash had aloe in it, so it was cool to the touch as Ten reached out to cup your most sensitive area, making you shiver against him. He snickered at the sight, then began to move his hand, gently massaging the wash over the sensitive skin, being careful to avoid your entrance. He focused his fingertips on the lips, the pressure so soothing that you felt your eyes closing, sighing as your forehead leaned against Ten’s chest. 
He bent his head down to place a kiss on your temple, and at the same time, his fingers abruptly swiped up, barely brushing over your clit before leaving you altogether. The dissonance of the two actions had you reeling, the delight from his kiss and despair from the loss of his touch warring inside you.
Ten’s hand came up and grasped the back of your neck, lifting your head from his chest, then moved you back into the spray to rinse all the soap off of you. He brought his hand down to your lower back and pulled you back to him a little more forcefully, pressing you directly against his body, your breasts squished against his chest, his half-hard cock nudging against your thigh, your faces only a hair’s breadth apart.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, “I need to wash your hair.” You blinked and shook your head, sure you hadn’t heard him right, but then saw him squeezing the shampoo bottle, his arms raising to apply the product. He leaned in closer and inhaled strongly. He sighed, “This really is my favorite smell.” Excruciatingly sweet. Your heart clattered against your rib cage. 
Once he’d gotten a good lather throughout your hair, Ten combed his fingers between the strands and brought his fingertips to your scalp, scratching and massaging in these cyclical motions and, holy hell, this was it. The best moment of your life. You’d never felt anything like it. It was better than any kiss, any orgasm. And that was saying a lot. It was pure bliss. You wanted to live in the sensation forever.
It was so overwhelming that your eyes rolled back in your head, the most shameless noise escaping your lips, halfway between a groan and a moan. You felt Ten’s dick twitching with interest where it was still pressed against you. He leaned in again, his hands still working against your scalp, and his honeyed voice was low in your ear, “Does it feel good, baby?”
And that was your breaking point. You’d had enough. Enough of him holding all the power. Enough of you always being the one who’s weak for him. Enough of him unraveling you thread by thread and then weaving you back together expertly when you’ve barely even begun to learn his design. You could be seductive and romantic, too. You could take charge. So you reached up and clutched his elbows, yanking his arms down and holding them against the wall. “Keep these here,” you commanded, trying to sound sure of yourself.
Ten cocked an eyebrow at you, intrigued by this development, and nodded at you, complying with your request. You huffed a sigh of relief. You didn’t do anything else to him yet, didn’t give him any attention, just tilted your head back into the spray to rinse the shampoo from your hair while he watched and obsessed over the way the water droplets dripped down your neck. You took your conditioner from the shelf and collected some in your hand to apply to your hair, taking your time.
He waited patiently, arms firmly planted against the wall where you’d left them, enjoying the show, ogling the way your breasts swayed as you ran your fingers through your hair and dedicatedly rinsed the conditioner from it. You continued to ignore his presence almost entirely, and he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally spoke, “Thank you, by the way. For letting me be in here with you.” You lifted your head from the spray and then tilted it in question. “I know how sacred shower time is,” he explained.  
Your heart was rioting inside you again because he was so fucking perfect, but you played it cool and simply smiled at Ten, placing your hands on his hips, your coquettish gaze meeting his own, hungry for your approval. “True. Shower time is sacred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “But time with you is also sacred,” you countered, batting your eyelashes. “Only feels right to combine them.” 
You could see the conflict in Ten’s eyes. You were being sweet and touching him, and he wanted to touch you, too, but you’d told him to keep his arms where they were. And he didn’t know what would happen if he disobeyed you. You were leading right now, and he had no idea what your endgame was. It was exhilarating to you, gave you the courage you needed to follow through.
“Your turn,” you warned, then tugged at Ten’s hips, twisting him around and swapping your places, his form now protecting you from the spray where it cascaded against his back. The shock from the sudden swap diverted his attention while you squeezed some of your body wash into your palm. 
He jolted at the feeling of your hands following the same path his had, starting with his arms. He was watching you intently as you tended to him so meticulously, barely even registering your touch itself, more concerned with the hypnotic energy that was radiating off of you in waves. Your hands continued their path over his shoulders, but rather than immediately moving onto his back, you made a pit stop at his neck, faintly wrapping your hands around it as if you were only trying to wash it. But then you added the slightest bit of pressure to your hold and watched Ten’s eyes light up with excitement. 
Ah, so he liked that. He liked being at your mercy. You laughed, a sort of high taking effect, making you crazed. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Ten?”
He gulped and shook his head, licking his lips, his eyes unblinking. He was completely captivated, utterly besotted with you.
“Well, you are,” you went on. “You’re so pretty. Everything about you. Your neck. Your collarbones.” You trailed your fingertips along his clavicles, goosebumps breaking out along his skin. “Your chest.” You rubbed soap down his front, not-so-accidentally catching your nails on his nipples, making him hiss. You knelt down, but instead of lifting his legs and using one hand to wash them as he had for you, you let him stay on his two feet and used both hands, groping greedily at the perfectly toned muscle of each limb. “Your calves. Your knees. Your thighs.” You punctuated the word by nipping at the fleshiest part of his thigh.
“Oh god,” Ten whimpered above you.
You rose back to your full height and gazed at him with faux innocence. “Is everything okay, baby? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no, please,” he rushed out, surging forward and caging you against the shower wall with his arms, nestling his face against the side of your neck. “Please, don’t stop touching me or talking to me like this.” 
“Like what?”
“Like—” he grunted, stopping to breathe, gathering his thoughts. “Like I’m precious to you,” he confessed sheepishly. Ten was so used to being the one worshiping at your altar that he hadn’t prepared himself at all for a scenario like this, you turning the tables on him, quite literally showering him with praise. And Ten was used to praise. People praised him all the time. But they weren’t you. They couldn’t make him feel the way you did. From you, it meant so much more. 
“Aw, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed. “I was just getting started.” Ten somehow felt both reassured and threatened. “I mean I hadn’t even talked about your arms yet.” Your hands glided down his biceps, thumbs dragging pointedly over the prominent veins, his arms still slick with the suds from the soap you’d applied. “Your hands.” You took one of his hands in your own. Holding his gaze, you brought the hand to one of your breasts, prompting him to fondle you. He pawed at you eagerly, thrilled you’d allowed him this. Ten was never really much of a boob guy per se, just loved the human form in a more general sense, but he was obsessed with your boobs. He thought they were perfect. 
After a moment, you grabbed his wrist, forcing him to release you from his hold, and he let out a pathetic whine. But you quickly mollified him when you lifted his hand to your neck and placed it around the column of your throat. A test. He didn’t dare make any moves you hadn’t instructed him to, simply holding his hand there, fighting the urge to squeeze until your eyes were watering and you were begging him for a breath of air. 
Ten had lifted his face from your neck to get a good look at his hand now adorning it. Your faces were inches apart again, and you brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “Your face. Your eyes. Your perfect nose.” You drew your finger down the bridge. “Your plush, pink lips.” You swept your thumb across them and felt no air passing through. Ten was holding his breath. “So, so pretty. The prettiest. You’re just the prettiest boy in the world. My pretty boy.” 
“Fuck,” he finally breathed. “Let me kiss you. Please, please, please let me kiss you.”
You didn’t torture him any longer, drawing him in, your lips crashing together. Ten groaned against your lips, and you could feel his body tense with the restraint it took not to just engulf you with the flames of his desire, the hand he still held to the wall next to you curling into a fist with the effort. He let you control the kiss, a herculean feat on his part. And you appreciated it, but you wanted to ruin him, not subdue him. 
You broke the kiss, releasing his bottom lip with a harsh suck. “Hmmm, it feels like I’m forgetting something important.” You made a show of furrowing your brow and looking up at your forehead, like you were really searching for the answer. Ten’s defenses were completely down, still a little dumb from the all too brief kiss, so he wasn’t expecting it when you abruptly gripped the base of his dick in your hand. He gasped, the hand he’d had around your throat rejoining the other against the shower wall, bracing himself for your manhandling. “Ahhh,” you crooned, “that’s right. Even your cock is pretty.”
Ten’s ab muscles tensed at your unceremonious touch. “Don’t tease,” he husked.
“That’s rich coming from you.” You gripped him a little harder, and he clenched his jaw, ready to combust. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a little taste of your own medicine. Don’t you?”
You’d said it commandingly, but you were genuinely asking Ten if he wanted you to continue, and he could see that in your eyes. He didn’t hesitate, nodding his assent, dying to see what you would do to him. It made you smile.
“You want me to touch you?” Another nod, twice as eager. “How bad do you want it?”
“So bad,” he answered instantly, fingernails clawing against the shower tile, “like I might die without it.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” you patronized. “The world would never forgive me if I killed its one and only Ten Lee.” 
Ten didn’t know if he liked it better when you were sweet or when you were mean. He was riveted by you either way, knew he’d be sourcing memories of this unprecedented experience whenever he had to touch himself in the future. Not that he was really want for spank bank content. You’d made quite certain that he’d have enough mental images to get off to for pretty much the rest of his life.
“I’m still kind of tired from fucking you before we got in here, though,” you cut in, disrupting his inner monologue. “I don’t know if I have the strength to give you what you need, baby.” He felt his heart drop at your words. Were you really going to deny him? He felt like he could cry. Then your eyebrows lifted to your hairline, like you’d suddenly been struck by genius. “How about this? I’ll keep my hand on you, and you can fuck into it yourself, yeah? Since you need it so badly.”
And it was decided. Ten liked you best when you were sweet and mean, all at once. He loved that you were capable of anything, capable of betraying your usually shy and unassuming nature, all in the name of gratifying him. He didn’t even respond to you, just brought a hand down to clutch your wrist where you held him, keeping you there. Then he started moving, slowly at first, easing himself into the sensation. You tightened your grasp on him, adding to the friction, and he gasped, picking up his pace by reflex. 
He was making the most delectable sounds, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and it was driving you crazy. You didn’t know how much longer you could ignore your own needs to toy with him. You stretched up to reach his ear. “Does it feel good, baby?” you asked, mimicking his tone from earlier.
“M-Mhm,” he choked out.
“As good as being inside me?”
Ten gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Nothing is as good as being inside you.”
“Nothing?” you questioned.
“Nothing,” he echoed resolutely.
You hummed with understanding. “Then you’d prefer to be inside me right now?”
He didn’t answer with words, just locked eyes with you and nodded, gaze signaling such an absolute and undiluted craving for a pleasure that only you could provide him. You couldn’t have denied him in that moment if you’d tried.
“I think I get why you like teasing me so much,” you said plainly. You didn’t elaborate, simply released him from your hand and grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it against the shower wall, spreading yourself open. “Take what’s yours,” you purred.
Ten groaned loudly, staggered by the sudden and overwhelming wave of arousal that coursed through him. His hand replaced yours where it held your thigh up, his opposite arm coming to wrap around your waist, stabilizing you between him and the surface of the wall. One of the advantages of Ten’s stature being fairly close to yours in height was that he only had to lift you just slightly for his core to be lined up with yours. It also meant that he could look you directly in the eye as he spoke, voice trembling with the anticipation of fucking you as if it had been 30 years rather than 30 minutes since the last time. “I just want to point out that, while I do generally have a lot of stamina, this short of a refractory period is not normal for me. I’m usually satisfied after just one round, let alone multiple rounds this close together. But there’s just,” he sighed as he slipped inside you again, “something about you, baby.”
He drove into you forcefully but with much less urgency than earlier, building his pace up gradually, allowing himself to sink into you more fully with each push, the tip of him kissing your cervix and stealing the breath from your lungs. Your shoulder blades dragged against the ceramic tile deliciously, the slight pain adding another layer to the ecstasy currently clouding your thoughts. Your arms circled Ten’s neck, head thrown back in rapture.
The sight of you naked and soaking wet, the features of your face contorted in such complete bliss, devastated his nervous system, his mind barely able to process all the stimulus flooding it down to its deepest recesses. “Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last—”
“Give it to me.”
He cried out, hips stilling as he hooked your leg around his waist and held you down on his cock, spilling into you hotly and holding you close, whole body shuddering. You clung to him, nails digging into his flanks, eyes drinking in his expression as he lost himself in you again. 
Slowly, Ten’s breathing came back under control, a steady rhythm against you. He lifted his head from where it had fallen against your shoulder, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks as his gaze refocused, trained on your face. There was something about the look in his eyes, something sort of… amazed as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, how you’d managed to undo him, how overcome he’d been. You were struck with the odd urge to cry but pushed it down, manfully willing away the lump in your throat. 
After a long moment of holding you, both with his gaze and in his arms, Ten craned forward once more, softly slotting his lips with yours, the kiss a mild, lingering thing. It still held heat, but it was the kind of heat that caramelizes rather than burning. You never wanted it to end and, had it been up to you, it wouldn’t have. But at some point, rational thought won out, and Ten pulled back. He slid out of you with care, pressing another soothing kiss to your jaw when you hissed at the withdrawal. You hadn’t even finished, yet still you were sated, lax where you slumped back against the shower wall, Ten’s sure presence against you the only thing keeping you standing. 
Cutting through the haze, Ten tilted your chin up, forcing you to focus on him. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton, his voice far away as he said, “Baby, I need you to hold yourself up for just a minute, okay?” You whined and shook your head, and Ten stifled a giggle at your antics. “I know,” he cooed, “but I made you all dirty again, so I need to finish cleaning us up and rinsing us off. I promise I’ll take such nice care of you if you can be a good girl and wait patiently for a bit.”
There was a delay as your pleasure-addled brain sluggishly processed his words, but then you were humming in affirmation, strong-arming your own mind into reconnecting with your body to make your leg muscles start functioning again. As requested, you waited patiently but dazedly while Ten shampooed and conditioned his hair, then washed the two of you again as quickly and perfunctorily as possible. 
Before you knew it, he was shutting the water off and gently pulling you from the shower. Grabbing your towel off the hook on the wall, Ten wrapped it around your shoulders and started to dry you off with playful fervor. Between the shock of the cool air suddenly hitting your skin outside the swathe of the steam-filled shower and the jostling of Ten’s toweling, you were awake again, feeling somehow as if Ten’s last orgasm had ejected your own consciousness from your corporeal form for a time, and you’d only just now drifted back into yourself completely. 
Ten must have noticed because he was smiling at you when you came to, eyes lit up with amusement. “Welcome back.”
Your lips were poised to fire back at him sarcastically when you realized Ten had left the towel draped over your shoulders and was currently air drying, water droplets blazing a trail from the ends of his hair down the expanse of his exquisite figure. From where he was standing, you could see all of him, the reflection of his naked back on full display in the mirror. Your gaze darted back and forth desperately before settling heavy on the point which most greatly piqued your interest.
Ten craned his neck, turning to see what you were stuck on but unable to tell for certain. “What is it?” he asked innocently.
“Sorry,” you blinked hard, “your ass just looks… incredible right now.”
For a moment, Ten gaped at you, amazed by your admission. “Really?”
“Really,” you replied plainly.
He smiled again, his hands reaching out to grip the edges of the towel, dragging you closer to him on the bath mat. “If you like my ass so much, you should fuck me sometime.” And then he herded you toward the sink, heedless of the way you were reeling at his suggestion. All you could think about was pegging your boyfriend.
Ten didn’t seem to mind, though, simply plugging your hair dryer into the wall and grabbing your hair brush. Hair dryer on low, he leisurely dried your hair. Every few passes, he would run his fingers through it, willfully slow, letting the locks fall gracefully from his hold as a contented little sigh blew gently across the nape of your neck from his lips. Once your hair was dry, he smacked a kiss on your cheek before drying his own. You were helpless not to stare as the inky black strands gained new life, now lifted and soft where they framed Ten’s perfect face. 
So enamored were you by him that you just went along without question as he grabbed your hand and walked you back into your bedroom. He reached into the bag he’d brought with him and pulled out two t-shirts and two pairs of shorts. He dressed himself first, then helped you into the second set of clothes. He appraised you afterwards, looking all too pleased with himself. 
Next thing you knew, the two of you were stripping the sheets from your bed together and heading downstairs into the laundry room. You taught Ten how your washer and dryer worked and showed him where you kept the detergent and softener. He cracked a joke about feeling like he was learning to fly a plane, then shared an anecdote about one of his members who actually does know how to fly a plane as he started your bedsheets in the washer.
When the laundry was going, you led Ten into the kitchen to forage for food with you. You opted against truly cooking something, neither of you having the energy necessary for that at the moment, electing instead to heat up a batch of leftover pasta from the fridge in the microwave. You didn’t even split it into servings, instead just grabbing two forks and eating it straight out of the container together where you stood at the kitchen counter.
You didn’t speak much as you ate, but you were still communicating, batting your eyes at one another, sharing sweet little smiles and light giggles, hands brushing every so often. It all sang the same line of a song as old as time itself: I’m so happy I’m here with you.
Ten offered you the last bite of pasta on his fork, but you shook your head, encouraging him to have it. He finished it and licked his fork clean. You tossed the pasta container in the trash, and Ten took the liberty of washing the forks and settling them in the utensil compartment of the drying rack. He insisted that you drink a full glass of water before leaving the kitchen.
It was all so… domestic. And you ached.
Wordlessly, the two of you decided to move into the living room. Ten laid across the couch, head and shoulders cushioned by a pillow he’d leaned against the couch’s arm. He looked at you and patted his stomach. You discerned his silent request and climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs and laying your head against his chest, hands framing your head, face turned to see the TV across the room. 
Ten picked up the TV remote and pulled up the Netflix app, navigating to the episode of Sailor Moon Crystal that you’d left off on and pressing play. He kissed the top of your head, one of his hands drifting up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck, the other languidly rubbing up and down your back. It was no time before you were dozing off.
Several episodes of Sailor Moon later, your own subconscious roused you from your sleep. You’d always had a habit, if your dreams were vivid enough or you were exhausted enough, of making noise or even moving in your sleep. Between all the different activities you and Ten had gotten up to since he’d arrived earlier in the evening, you were plenty exhausted and your dreams plenty vivid. 
Your mind was doing all it could to reproduce the ecstasy it had recently experienced, so it offered you a dream in which you and Ten were continuing your earlier activities. In the waking world, where you lay atop your dream’s guest star, you’d started making aborted little movements with your hips, hands flexing against Ten’s chest, the faintest of whimpers sounding in the back of your throat. 
The movement of your hips lined up just right, your clit passing directly over the solid line of Ten’s dick. With a gasp, you woke, eyes working overtime to blink the drowsiness away. You didn’t waste a second, didn’t ask permission, grinding down against Ten with the force of all the energy you’d replenished in sleep. 
Suddenly, two hands were clutching your hips, tight enough to bruise, holding them still. “You need to rest, baby.” The voice was sweet, but sweet was not what you wanted right now, not if it was going to keep you from getting what you needed.
You fought against the hold with all your might, desperate for friction. “But I want you,” you whined, frustrated.
Ten chuckled, but there was no humor in it. All the sweetness was gone, now fled in the face of your stubborn misbehavior. His hold on your hips loosened, hands sliding down to palm at the meat of your ass. “Yeah?” he goaded. “Come on, then.” 
One of his hands rose up and then fell back down to firmly swat your ass, spurring you to start moving again with a startled little yelp. You rolled your hips impatiently, the nylon fabric of Ten’s basketball shorts catching perfectly against your clit with every pass. Your orgasm was coming at you so fast, stealing your breath.
“You like using me to get off, baby? Rubbing yourself all over me like some wild animal?” Ten’s tone was equal parts derisive and encouraging. It made you crazy, made you buck your hips that much faster. He scoffed at your wantonness, but his hands squeezed your flesh tighter as he planted his feet on the couch cushions and started rolling his hips up, meeting you stroke for stroke. “Couldn’t even be bothered to take your shorts off, so now that pretty little hole of yours is gonna cum all over them, and I’m not gonna get to taste any of it. Such a fucking waste. You’re a dirty, nasty little girl, aren’t you? Greedy, too.”
“No, I just—” you protested, panting.
Ten interrupted, uninterested in your objections. “Let’s give the girl what she wants, yeah? You’re gonna cum right now, and then I’m gonna rip those fucking shorts off of you, and you’re gonna sit on my face, and I’m gonna make you cum again. How’s that sound, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, unable to give a more coherent or articulate response. You were so close.
In the next breath, you were cumming, muscles in your pelvis jolting almost violently as you gasped and sobbed. “That’s it,” Ten praised, leaning in for a messy, desperate kiss.
The kiss braced you through your release, easing into something less desperate and more reverential as you gradually stopped trembling. It grounded you, stabilized you.
Ten didn’t give you the chance to thank him, coaxing you to your feet with insistent hands at your waist. “Up, up, up.” You stood and, before your legs could even finish unbending, he was yanking the shorts down off your hips, leaving your core bare. You grasped the hem of the t-shirt, his t-shirt, moving to lift it up and over your head, but Ten grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “I want you to keep it on,” he confessed, slightly sheepish in spite of all you’d done with and to each other up to that point.
You fought a smile as Ten pulled the pillow out from under his shoulders, sliding forward to recline himself fully and make room for you. 
You’d never done this particular act before, so you were hesitant as you mounted yourself on the couch, a knee on either side of Ten’s neck, pussy hovering a few inches above his mouth. He huffed, aggravated, then gripped the back of your thighs, spreading them further, pressing your center closer. “I said sit, so sit.”
Swallowing down your nerves, you rested your full weight down against Ten, a tremor passing up your spine at the brush of his soft lips against your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. He’d had his mouth on you multiple times now, so it wasn’t technically a new sensation, but something about the position you were in, the way you couldn’t see him as well and therefore couldn’t anticipate his next action quite as easily, made it feel so much more illicit. 
Maybe that was why you let out a helpless little squeak at the first lap of Ten’s tongue over your core, your hips jolting again, pushing your pussy down hard against his hungry mouth. He hummed enthusiastically, and his hands jumped to your hips again, urging you to keep going. So you leaned forward, placing your own hands against the arm of the couch to brace yourself as you started to buck your hips in earnest over Ten’s tongue and lips.
It was an easy slide thanks to your previous orgasm, so easy that you were rapidly on your way to cumming again, just as Ten had wanted. “So good, so good,” you cried, and in an instant your climax was pulsing through you. Your shuddering, strangled moans echoed off the walls of the living room, drowning out the TV you’d forgotten was even on. 
Ten held you tight, lapping and sucking at your hole while you writhed, like you were all in this life that could sustain him. As he licked at the last traces of your essence, you twisted to see him pressing the heel of his hand against his cock, a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure from his obvious hard-on. 
You lifted yourself up, somewhat unsteadily, and swiveled yourself around in place on the couch. Ten made a questioning noise, but you ignored him. You were still hovering over Ten’s face, but you were now facing the opposite direction, so you were able to quickly and easily pull the front of his waistband down over his balls and smoothly sink your lips down on him. You didn’t tease, didn’t build him up slowly, just bobbed your head in greedy pulls, anxious to make him feel as good as you did.
When you sunk all the way down—throat relaxed, careful to breathe through your nose—and then swallowed, Ten released a punched out groan, and you could feel the tension in his thighs where he fought to keep himself from bucking up and gagging you. A sense of pride washed over you, but before you could really relish in it, two of Ten’s fingers were slipping inside you with ease.
You were at the perfect angle for him to hook his fingers and press mercilessly on your g-spot. You moaned around his cock, and the feeling of the sound vibrating across his nerve endings made him hiss, his other hand sliding up the back of your thigh, lifting the t-shirt over your hips to smack your bare ass. It hurt, but it still felt like a prize. 
He did it again, and you absolutely wailed, throat muscles flexing where they cradled the tip of his cock. He laughed cruelly and said, “What’s that, baby? I can’t hear you with all that cock in your mouth.” 
You pinched his thigh in retaliation, and he just laughed again. Lifting your mouth off of him, you swiftly changed positions, your entrance now poised over his length. He barely even had time to react before you were sliding down, taking him to the root with a deep, delighted sigh. 
Ten’s fingertips glided up your thighs and settled. He gazed up at you on top of him, wearing his t-shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, hair still slightly tousled from your nap, blush dusting your cheeks, and he yearned. You were already his, and still he yearned, his heart so certain it was where it belonged that it dreaded the next time he’d have to be away from you and preemptively began to yearn. He’d never loved anyone this much, so much that it stung to be near them, even though there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, almost unintentionally.
Your eyes opened, your gaze locking with Ten’s, and you started to move. At first, your movement was lazy, unhurried, your senses more focused on the sensation of his skin against yours, of the veins on his cock, how they rubbed against your smooth inner walls. But then Ten’s nails dug into the top of your thighs, biting little crescent shapes into the skin, and suddenly you needed so much more.
You rode him hard, your thrusts so aggressive that Ten had to brace his palms against the arm of the couch to keep his head from banging into it. It felt dirtier somehow, to fuck him like this while he still had his clothes on, when all you could really see of him was his face, the way his eyes rolled back when your pussy clenched a little tighter, the way he bit his lip but still couldn’t stop the needy whines from spilling out. “Baby,” he groaned, “you’re gonna make me cum—”
You were so focused on Ten’s pleasure that you hadn’t even realized you were about to cum, too. Your pussy started spasming around him, and he cursed as he arched up into you and came, his nails scraping down your thighs, leaving marks.
Ten’s chest was heaving under your palms, heart beating rabbit fast. You bent down and kissed his panting mouth. “I love you, too, by the way.” He grinned, wide and goofy, then returned your kiss with interest.
The two of you seemed to remember where you were after that, both turning toward the sound of the dialogue still coming from the TV. Ten said, “Oh no, we missed so much Sailor Moon,” and you broke into a fit of bright giggles.
The rest of the evening was sort of hazy after that. Ten helped you up and took you to the bathroom to haphazardly clean you once again. He also demanded that you sit down and pee for the sake of your urinary health. 
Then, you moved your bedsheets from the washer to the dryer before grabbing the quilt off the back of the couch and walking back upstairs to your bedroom to tuck in for the night. You vowed that you would wake up and bathe again in the morning, and you did… after fucking each other one more time. Ten helped you redress your bed, and he was off, leaving you to replay every second in your mind until your feelings poured themselves from your heart onto the page, adding a new piece to the draft of your chapbook.
Things continued in much the same way for the weeks following that sleepover. Ten would come over whenever he was free, and you would be on each other like cats in heat. You’d never been more limber in your life, and you’d never been happier either.
But there was a certain niggling fear in the back of your mind that you knew you needed to discuss with Ten. You just didn’t know how. You’d never been in a relationship where you felt safe enough to voice your insecurities. So, you bottled it up, hoping that eventually it would just fade away.
It didn’t.
Then, one day, Ten came over after an especially strenuous dance practice. You were lying on your bed, scrolling idly through your phone, when your bedroom door opened, and he trudged in. He dropped his bag by your door and immediately moved toward the bed, collapsing on top of you. Before you could ask him about his day, he said, “Is it okay if we just lay like this and rest? I don’t really have the energy for anything else.” 
You froze. You weren’t sure why his words filled you with anxiety at first. It was a perfectly reasonable request. But when your brain came back online, you realized: if Ten didn’t want sex from you, you no longer knew what you had to offer him. Sex had become such an intrinsic aspect of the time you spent together, that you’d started to think that was all he wanted.
Your face must have telegraphed this epiphany because Ten sighed and sat up slightly, a frown marring his beautiful features. “This is my fault. Pretty much all we’ve been doing when we spend time together recently is fuck.” 
Ten scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head, frustrated with himself. He tangled the fingers of his other hand with yours, then looked you very pointedly in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry if I gave you the impression that that’s all I’m interested in. It’s not. I want moments like this, moments like we used to always have, moments where we can just be together, where the intimacy is more emotional than physical. It’s important to me. I promise. I’ve just been so excited to be with you in that way that I hadn’t stopped to consider what my behavior might have implied to you.” He looked so genuinely sorry as he said all this. You weren’t sure a man had ever expressed genuine sorry toward you in your entire life.
You didn’t know what to say. You were speechless. Ten didn’t care, though, didn’t need you to say anything or respond to him at all. He just needed you to understand that, while your fear was completely rational, you didn’t truly have anything to be afraid of. He needed you to understand that he was learning, too, and that he would do better. He laid his head back down on your chest, nuzzling into your neck, his arms wrapped around you like a koala’s.
Your chest already felt tight with all the emotion you were suddenly experiencing when Ten spoke again, constricting you further. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he started, quiet and sure. “You know that, right? I’ll always want you this much, maybe even more. And when we’re apart, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, there will always be a part of me longing to be with you. A never-ending hunger. A constant craving.” 
“You don’t know that—”
“Yes, I do,” Ten argued. “It was true yesterday, it’ll be true tomorrow and the day after that, on and on until time ceases, until everything that once was no longer is. Even then, this need, my love for you, will still be here, holding the universe together by a single thread, keeping oblivion at bay.” He turned his head, placing a soft kiss over your collarbone. 
You hadn’t moved since he’d first spoken to you, hadn’t even breathed, really. Your mind was struggling to process all that was occurring as reality. But Ten took this as another refutation.
“You don’t believe me,” he huffed, pouting against your chest.
The truth was you didn’t know if you believed him. No one had ever conveyed this kind of sentiment to you, so you wouldn’t know how it felt to believe it, wouldn’t know if you were or you weren’t. You cleared your throat, “Go to sleep, Ten.”
He sighed with fond exasperation, his thumb brushing up and down soothingly where his hand clutched at your waist. “I really do love you so much. Being with you makes me so happy. You’re gorgeous and funny and smart and so, so kind. You’re an amazing friend, and you just… you care so much. About so many things. About the people you love but also random strangers. About the world and everything in it. About life and what it all means or if it even means anything at all. About art and science and philosophy and whatever you can wrap your beautiful mind around or sink your teeth into. About whatever you find interesting or silly or cute or weird. About me. You care about me, and I feel so fucking lucky every day for it. Nothing’s ever felt as good as being loved by you. Except maybe getting to love you in return. So yeah, I really do love you. And even though you might not believe me yet, it doesn’t change the fact that I mean it. I mean it with every fiber of my being.”
You fought to conceal the emotion in your voice. “Ten?”
“Mn?” he drowsed.
“Moments like this… they’re important to me, too.” Ten didn’t say anything, just coiled his arms around you a little tighter.
Only when he finally nodded off on top of you, his breathing level and body completely lax, did you allow yourself to cry. Your heart felt wrung out like a wet rag as the tears silently fell down the sides of your face. You were crying because, for the first time, Ten hadn’t simply made you fall in love with him. No, for the first time, Ten had made you fall just a little bit in love with yourself.
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End A/N: I know, I know. The ending was very heavy-handed, but I don't care. I'm only interested in love stories where the characters are so desperately in love with each other that it makes your stomach flip harder than the smut does, and I will not apologize! As always, please feel free to share your thoughts with me, even if those thoughts are about how mad you are that this took so long for me to post! ❤️
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Ngl I forgot ab this fic and this acc but ik I got ur notifs on so the fic must've been jaw dropping toe gripping mouth wateringly good so lemme start from part one 🫡
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Dedication (part 5)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, smut
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; mentions of Sailor Moon; this part is very light on plot; a shameless smut marathon; just an abominable amount of smut; tooth-rotting fluff at the end; Ten is romantic af; they are in LOVE your honor; phone sex; vaginal fingering; fellatio; frottage; nipple play; cunnilingus; squirting; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don't try this at home); brief handjob; shower sex; multiple orgasms; like... lots and lots of orgasms; face sitting; creampie; dom/sub dynamics if you squint
Summary: After finally taking their relationship to the next level, Ten and Y/N are forced to spend some time apart due to an overseas schedule for WayV. How will they fare while he's away? And more importantly, how will Y/N welcome him back upon his return? As the saying goes, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Word Count: 14.6k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
A/N: [comes back a whole year later with my tail tucked between my legs] Happy New Year! Okay, I'm the worst. Truly, sincerely the worst. I know you've all probably lost interest in this fic at this point, and that is totally fair, but I finally found the energy and the motivation to push this puppy forward again. I am hoping the immense level of smut in this part will both make up for some of the wait and also give some explanation as to why this part took me so long to power through in the first place. There will be 2-3 more parts, and the next part is where the very minimal overarching plot really comes back into play. This fic is mostly just vibes held together by proverbial Washi tape, but I am very excited to complete it ASAP. I love you, 10velys! I hope 2023 has treated you all well, and I hope 2024 treats you even better!
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It turned out that the schedule Ten couldn’t skip out on was going to keep him away longer than you originally thought. You didn’t usually keep up with Ten’s schedule or follow his presence on social media, but his note had made you curious. When you logged on and did a quick search, you saw that, not long after leaving your bed, he’d traveled to the airport to catch a flight. He and the other members of his subunit were going to be guesting on a couple episodes of a popular variety show. This particular variety show happened to take place in a different country, though, and according to the fans’ math, that meant it’d be a week or so before they returned, Ten included. 
You couldn’t lie to yourself. The thought of going the longest you’d been without seeing him in months directly after sleeping with him for what was hopefully only the first time stressed you out. And you had no idea how long his flight was going to take, but you assumed if he’d landed, you would’ve heard something from him by now, so you decided to text him again.
Me: Heyyy
Me: Me again
Me: So twitter tells me you’re in a different country
Me: Or at least on your way to be
Me: I hope you’re having a safe flight
Me: Turbulence free and all that
Me: I hope the in-flight snack is one of those fancy cookies
Me: Not some dry ass pretzels
Me: I hope your ears pop as little as possible
Me: Oh wait
Me: You probably fly first class don’t you
Me: You bougie bitch
Me: You probably get multiple cookies
Me: Ugh
Me: Anyway I’ll stop being annoying sorry
Me: But could you maybe text me back when you land
Me: Just let me know you’re safe
Me: When you get a second
Me: I know you’re super busy tho
Me: So it’s totally cool if you can’t
Me: I just realized how many texts I’ve sent you JESUS
Me: Please feel free to block my number
Me: I deserve it
Me: Fuck
Me: I miss you :(
And that was when you finally decided you’d made enough of an ass of yourself and threw your phone across the room so you couldn’t do anymore damage. You got up and got dressed to go run the errands you’d had planned for the day, hoping it would distract you from the anxiety of waiting for the chime of an incoming message. 
A few hours later, you had a fridge full of fresh groceries, your car was washed, and you’d even checked in on Ningning. You were back in your bedroom about to whip out your laptop and pull up the current draft of your chapbook to keep yourself sufficiently distracted when your phone finally made noise.
Only it didn’t just chime with the sound of an incoming message. It began to ring, the theme song of your favorite TV show blaring and making you jump. You clutched your chest, your heartbeat attempting to regulate as you clambered to grab your phone and answer it. “Hello?”
“Hello, pretty.” Something about hearing Ten’s voice over the phone made your skin tingle with anticipation. His choice of greeting certainly didn’t help. It rendered you speechless, which he took advantage of. “You are just the cutest thing in the world, you know that? And that’s saying something because I have two incredibly adorable cats and several incredibly adorable group members who really give you a run for your money, but the texts you sent me earlier sealed it. You’re the cutest.” 
You felt your skin get hot with embarrassment and lifted a hand to cover your eyes, whining, “I was really hoping we could just pretend those text messages never happened.”
“Oh, not a chance, baby. I think I might actually print them out and get them framed.” He chuckled, and your skin got even hotter, your mouth going dry. “You’re quiet, baby. Are you blushing? Ugh, you must be. I wish I were there to see it.” You could hear the pout in his voice. 
Part of you wanted to ask him to Facetime you. Then, he’d be able to see you blush, and you’d be able to see him pout. But there was a special kind of tension that came from only being able to hear each other, from having to use your imagination to picture one another.
“We can talk about it if you want. If it’ll get you to stop being so quiet.”
“Talk about what?”
“About what happened. What we did.”
You feared your skin may well melt off with the level of heat you were subjecting it to at this point, your embarrassment reaching new heights with each passing moment. “O-Oh yeah… that.”
“That,” he mimicked your tone. “Can I request a few more syllables?”
You laughed, the sound fading into a sigh. “What would you like me to say? That we fucked? That we made love?”
“Well, both of those things are true, but I’m more interested in how you feel about those things.”
Lying back on your bed, you gazed up at your ceiling, collecting your thoughts, trying to arrange them into complete sentences. Ten didn’t say anything, just waited patiently. “I feel great, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“Yeah, I mean… I feel great about the actual act of what we did. It was easily the best sex I’ve ever had, and the fact that it happened with you is definitely the cherry on top, but…”
“But?”
“But I’m still scared about what it all means. I’m scared of things changing between us.” A weight lifted off your chest with those words, grateful he’d given you the space to voice the fears that threatened the happiness you were feeling.
“Would it help if I told you how I feel about what happened?”
You twisted a strand of your hair around your finger nervously. “Maybe.”
Ten smiled on his end of the line. “I’m walking on air, Y/N. I got to make love to my best friend. And yes, it changes things. But as a brilliant woman once told me, change is inevitable. It’s up to us to make sure that the change is for the better.”
Your heart swelled in your chest. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You always say exactly what I need to hear.”
He laughed brightly. “I can’t help it if what you need to hear is always exactly what I want to say.”
You groaned. “Seriously, dude, stop it. I already miss you like crazy.”
“Baby, I haven’t even been gone a full day.”
“Ah, but things have changed, remember?” you sassed. “I may have been able to go this long without seeing you before, but you gave me a taste of paradise. Now every second we’re apart is gonna feel like you’re starving me out.”
Ten’s voice was husky when he responded. “Paradise, was it?”
“You tell me.” You weren’t necessarily trying to wind him up, but once you realized you’d started to, you couldn’t stop. It was addicting any time you ever got to hold any sort of power over Ten because he wasn’t the type to relinquish power easily.
You heard fabric shuffling over the line. Then he said, “Paradise is an understatement, baby. It felt like I was getting away with something the universe never intended to allow. I keep replaying it in my mind. When I close my eyes, all I can see is you naked underneath me, and all I can think about is touching you again, being inside of you again.”
“Ten—”
“Tell me you love me.” He sounded strained, a little breathless, a little whiny.
“Ten, are you… touching yourself?”
He bit his lip and hummed, “Mhm.”
Your hand trailed down your torso to slip beneath your waistband, a mind of its own. “Do you want me to join you?”
“Yes. Please, baby. Play with that pretty little pussy.” His words followed by the vivid sound of him suddenly spitting into his hand had your mind reeling, your stomach lurching with arousal, wetness practically gushing from your core.
You switched the call audio to speaker on your phone and set it down next to your hip, shoving your sweats down your thighs and lifting your shirt up over your breasts. “Can you still hear me, Ten?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“How about this?” Goosebumps spread over your bare skin as you slid your hand through your folds, teasing your entrance with just enough pressure to give Ten an incredibly graphic image of how his words had affected you.
Ten’s answering moan echoed through your room. “Yes, baby, I can hear how much you need me, fuck.”
“I do,” your voice rose as you pushed your fingers inside yourself, “I do need you.”
You could hear Ten stroking himself now, enough pre-cum dripping from his tip to make it nice and noisy. The slick symphony encouraged you to fuck yourself harder, faster, your orgasm building embarrassingly quick. “Y/N,” Ten crooned, “you’re about to cum.”
How the fuck did he know that?
“I can hear your breath getting shorter–ah–and your pussy getting louder. I bet your body is just screaming for me right now, back arched, skin flushed all over, and your free hand–hngh–clawing at your blankets. Fucking masterpiece.” 
He was right on all counts, and it drove you nuts, made you cry out loud.
“I love the way you sound, baby.”
“I love you,” you whined.
His moans grew more desperate, more frequent, his wrist snapping quickly as he stroked himself toward the edge of his climax. “Tell me again. Please, please, please.”
Your lungs were on fire, barely able to gather the air you needed, but you managed to whimper, “I love you, Ten.”
“Oh god, fuck, I love you, angel. Now cum with me.”
You couldn’t have denied him if you tried. Your nerves lit up like a Christmas tree as you came, your sounds harmonizing with Ten’s, the thought of him reaching his high drawing out your own. 
Gradually, you drifted back down to earth. You hadn’t quite landed yet when Ten said, “Baby, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go clean myself up.” The mental image of Ten, ropes of cum painting his stomach, had you crash landing in reality.
Despite the noodle-like quality of your limbs, you summoned the strength to get up and handle your own mess before returning to your bed and picking your phone back up, taking it off speaker. “Ten?”
“I’m here, pretty.” His voice was sad now, hinting at your inevitable goodbye.
You sighed. “Whatever it is you’re doing for work, give it your all. Give it your all and then… come home to me, okay?”
Ten’s heart nearly cracked in two. “I will. I can’t promise I’ll be able to call again. I managed to call you tonight ‘cause everyone else went out for dinner, and I convinced them I wasn’t feeling well, but I usually don’t get this kind of time alone. I’ll text you as often as possible, though. And I’ll be back to bothering you before you know it.”
“I’ll be counting the minutes.” You ended the call there, fighting back tears. It was stupid to be so distraught over this. He was only going to be gone for about a week or so. You could survive that long, right?
Your phone chimed, pulling you from your thoughts.
Ten: I’ll be counting the seconds
Yeah, you could survive. You could survive an eternity on your own if you knew Ten was waiting for you at the end of it.
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Ten had been right: he didn’t get the chance to call you again while he was gone, but he did text you at every opportunity, letting you know how filming was going, sharing anecdotes about interactions with his members, sending you pictures of all the elaborate salads he ate and selfie after selfie. The selfies were often more adorable than anything else, but every once in a while, he’d send you one that fell on the sultrier side of the spectrum, and you would groan in agony. And when you would call him out for teasing you, he would feign innocence, which only made you want him more. 
You never sent him any photos in return, and he never asked you to, mostly because, if you did, he wasn’t entirely certain he’d be able to keep himself from absconding his schedule and hopping on a plane back home to you before his work was complete. 
But somehow, you both found a way to cope with the separation without losing your minds, and a week later, Ten was giving you the timeline for his returning flight, so you could make plans to see each other. He would land a little later in the evening, the drive back from the airport would take about an hour, and his drive to your place would take about the same, giving you a rough estimate of when you could expect him and allowing you the necessary time to get ready. Karina had even made her own plans for the evening to ensure that you and Ten would have the house to yourselves. Everything had fallen into place.
You picked your outfit first, then hopped in the shower. After showering, drying your hair, and throwing on some mascara, you heard Karina’s voice call out to let you know she was leaving. You’d called back a heartfelt goodbye, then threw your robe on and moved to the sink. You were just about finished brushing your teeth when you heard footsteps coming towards your bathroom. Assuming your roommate had left something behind and was coming back for it, you called out, “What’d you forget, Kay?” 
“Not Karina,” you heard a devastatingly familiar voice respond. Your heart stopped and you turned toward the doorway to find Ten leaning against it, a smug smile plastered on his face. You froze in place, your toothbrush hanging inelegantly from your mouth as you gawked at him. He sauntered forward, clearly pleased with your reaction, stopping only a few inches in front of you. Eying your toothbrush, he asked, “You done?”
Dumbstruck by his unexpected presence and proximity, you just nodded. He chuckled, reaching up to pull the toothbrush from your mouth, rinsing it off in the sink and then placing it back in its holder. 
The plastic cup you kept next to the faucet appeared in front of your face. Ten tipped it toward your lips, and you realized he’d filled it with water for you to wash your mouth out. You swished the water around in your mouth for a bit, then froze again, like you’d completely forgotten how to function without Ten’s help. What the fuck was wrong with you? He bit his lip, stifling his laughter at your behavior. After setting the cup back down, he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the sink, his fingertips brushing the sides of your neck as he swept your hair out of the way and whispered, “Spit, baby.” 
A violent shiver ran down your spine, but you obeyed, spitting into the sink, then running the water for a moment to make sure it was clean. 
You spun around and Ten was suddenly taking up all of your personal space. He brought his hand up to your face, and you were certain he was going to kiss you, your pulse racing madly at the thought, but he just ran his thumb over your bottom lip, wiping away a stray drop of water. “Good girl,” he said, achingly quiet as if it were only you two in the entire world.
You gulped, still as a statue, unsure of what he would do, though for once not unsure of what you wanted him to do. He looked you up and down, a smirk playing at his lips as he reached out, touching the edge of your satin robe with his fingertips, grazing the top of your thigh. 
“You know,” he began, lifting his gaze to meet yours, “you didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.”
And just like that, he broke the tension, appealing to your stubbornness by poking fun at you. “Shut up,” you whined, slapping his arm playfully. “You weren’t supposed to be here for another hour! Look, I picked out a cute little sundress and everything!” Grabbing his wrist, you dragged him into your room, opening your closet and gesturing toward the fitted yet flowy garment hanging on the door. Ten would never admit it, but the simple sensation of your hand around his wrist had his heart leaping in his chest. He was so happy to see you.
“I know, but we got back earlier than expected, and I couldn’t wait. I wanted to surprise you. Besides, as amazing as you’d probably look in that dress…” He crowded you against the wall next to your closet, his lips brushing your ear. “I like what you’re wearing now,” he purred. Your breathing picked up, and your hands itched to touch him. He must have been able to tell because he smiled and said, “Did you miss me, baby?”
“You know I did,” you responded, your voice trembling with anticipation.
His smile grew at your answer. “Yeah? How much did you miss me?”
You felt like you were going to combust. You hadn’t touched yourself the entire time he was gone, not since the phone call, and you needed his hands on you. Currently, his hands were placed flat against the wall on either side of your head. So you took one, slipped it under your robe, and brought it to your core, pressing his fingers against you so he could feel the way you were dripping for him. “How much does it feel like I missed you?”
He let out a small, reverent gasp. His voice was quiet as he said, “I missed you, too, baby.” He started rubbing steady circles into your clit. Your legs threatened to give out, but Ten wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you up. He painted kisses up and down your neck as he played with you. His breathing quickly turned ragged, but it didn’t stop the sweet nothings pouring from his lips. “I missed your laugh, the way you talk, the smell of your shampoo. I missed everything about you, my perfect girl.”
His words brought you to the edge, so close to diving off of it headfirst. All you wanted was to lose yourself in him. Pleasure was coiling tightly in your abdomen, ready to spring loose at any moment. You could hardly even breathe, could hardly even think. You certainly didn’t have the mental capacity to be embarrassed by the noises you were making, signalling your oncoming climax.
“Look at you,” Ten sighed, “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already about to cum. Are you that desperate for me?”
“Yes,” you replied instantly, breathless. You weren’t ashamed of how much you needed him, of the effect he had on you, because you knew he would take care of you. It only compounded upon itself, made you want him all the more. And knowing this, knowing how deep your desire for him ran, turned him on, made him start passing his fingers over your clit a little more quickly, made him want to see you absolutely crumble in front of him. 
You tried leaning in to kiss him, but he evaded it. “Ah, ah, ah. You have to earn it.”
“Please,” you begged, pouting. 
He shook his head. “That’s not what I want to hear, baby.” You racked your brain and, after a moment, it came to you. You were brought back to the phone call, what he’d wanted you to say to him then, how he’d fucked his own fist to the sound of it.
You slid your hands up his chest and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer to you, your noses nearly brushing. “I love you,” you breathed, and his grip on your waist tightened, nearing painful. “I love you so much, Ten, please, I—”
He cut you off with his mouth on yours, and you melted, sighing into the kiss. He took advantage, sliding his tongue in between your lips. He kissed you until you had no choice but to break apart for air, your chests heaving. “Say it again,” he commanded.
You smirked at him. “Who’s desperate now?” A delighted giggle bubbled from your lips, but it transformed into a whimper as he started to circle his fingertips around your entrance.
He laughed darkly, leaning in to whisper, “Still you,” before thrusting his fingers deep inside you, making you cry out. He pumped his fingers quickly, the heel of his palm brushing over your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, leaning forward and biting down on Ten’s shoulder to muffle your moans. He reached up and grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him. “Oh no you don’t. It’s just you and me in this house, and I want to hear you.”
Ecstasy bounced around inside you like a pinball in a machine, Ten hitting all the right spots to light you up and make you sing. If your body had a leaderboard, Ten would be the undisputed champion, and no one would stand a chance in hell of ever beating his score.
When you finally came to after your orgasm, Ten was humming as he licked you off his fingers, satisfied with the taste of you. And it made you realize something.
“You know,” you said, your voice already somewhat raw from moaning at the top of your lungs, “you’ve tasted me twice now, but I still haven’t tasted you.”
He stopped in his tracks, locking eyes with you, his as wide as saucers. While he was distracted by the implication of your words, you switched your positions, Ten’s back now against the wall and you in front of him. 
You dropped to your knees, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and reaching for his belt buckle. He didn’t make a sound, stunned into silence by the prospect of you putting your mouth on him. You unlooped his belt and tossed it aside before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His dick felt hot in your hand as you pulled it out of his briefs, already hard and leaking precum. You licked your lips absentmindedly, anticipating. 
You were about to lean in and get your first taste when Ten suddenly stopped you and said, “Wait…” He brought his hand to your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip before applying slight pressure. You got the message, opening so he could slip inside. You sucked on his thumb lightly, not wanting to give too much away before you’d even begun. “Mmm, such a tease.” Fighting the urge to smile, you gazed up at him innocently, the textbook definition of doe eyes. It drove him mad.
And it wasn’t as if Ten had never had his dick sucked before. It had happened plenty of times but, with you, everything felt like the first time. Everything was heightened. Everything was just… better. So it made him want to draw each moment out with you, each sensation. This gave him the clarity to stop and appreciate, to explore each scenario with you as thoroughly as he could. It also meant he was constantly being struck with ideas.
“Open your robe,” he said. You could tell from his tone that he wasn’t asking, so you immediately untied the knot at the front of the satin garment, the sides falling open and revealing your naked torso to him, framing your breasts and your hips, your nipples pebbling in the open air. Your legs were slightly parted, and he could just barely see the front of your pussy, your clit swollen and red, so inviting. You were even more perfect than Ten remembered. 
He swallowed hard, his throat gone dry, and nodded at you, granting you permission to pick up where you’d left off when he interrupted your actions. You reached back out, wrapping your hand around his shaft, and drew yourself closer. You lightly brushed your lips across the head, the warmth of your breath sending chills down his spine. 
Maybe you were biased, your mind playing tricks on you because you loved him, but you thought the traces of precum that now graced your lips tasted heavenly as you ran your tongue over them. You wanted more. So you finally took him into your mouth, the same way you’d taken him inside you the first time you fucked, bit by bit, more of him each time you bobbed up and down until he was almost fully sheathed in your mouth, nearly hitting the back of your throat.
You built up the pressure of your sucking gradually, eventually giving it all you could, starting from the base of his dick, pulling all the way to the tip. Ten groaned at the feeling before abruptly snapping his hips forward, thrusting himself deep, making you choke. 
He backed off, and you gasped for air. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Do it again,” you interjected, panting, your eyes watering.
Ten’s gaze was piercing as it met your own, his hands lifting to comb your hair back out of your face and cradle the sides of your head. He paused for a moment, waiting on your confirmation, and you nodded, letting your jaw hang open, tongue lolling out of your mouth, relaxing your throat as much as you were able. He smirked at the obscene display, then wasted no more time, fucking your face forcefully, gripping your skull to anchor himself.
At first, you reached out and held his wrists for security, but when he started to lose it, guttural groans resonating from his chest, eyes rolling back as his head fell against the wall behind him, you were bewitched, one of your hands falling to your center to make quick passes over your clit, the movement aided by the slippery evidence of your first orgasm. It was overwhelming, lack of oxygen pulling tears from your eyes as they fluttered shut, sensation of asphyxiation clearing a direct path to your next climax, dragging moans out of you that vibrated against Ten’s cock as it ravaged your throat. A choked noise drew your attention, and your eyes shot back open to find Ten staring at you again, mesmerized by the vulgar image you created.
“You should see yourself right now,” he hissed, “staring up at me with tears streaming down your face, mascara running, lips all stretched out as you gag on my cock, spit dripping down your chin and neck. You’re a mess. But you like that, don’t you? You just love being used by me. My sweet little fuck toy.” He ran the back of one of his hands down the side of your face, oh so tenderly, his lips forming a pout, mocking you.
But you were shameless, only further turned on by the way he always got a little bit mean when he was close to cumming. You worked yourself even faster, under the influence of him, the most intoxicating substance you’d ever tasted, your fingers swiping wildly over your folds. 
You were so close, but you needed something, and Ten seemed to realize because as soon as you’d had the thought, he carded his hands into the hair at the base of your skull and yanked, your neck bending back and your head leaning forward, cutting off your air flow completely and tightening your throat for him. And just like that, you were both cumming.
You could’ve sworn your skin was radioactive with the glowing warmth that flooded your system. It was so good it almost distracted you from the load Ten shot into your mouth. You swallowed down as much of it as you could, but he came so hard that some of it spilled over your bottom lip, running down your neck and pooling on top of your collarbone on one side. 
Once you’d both finally regained a firm enough grasp on reality, Ten helped you get to your feet again, instantly pulling you into him. He clutched the back of your neck, then craned down to lick his own cum off your skin, trailing his tongue up from your collarbone, over your jaw, and then dipping into your mouth for an incredibly filthy kiss.
It drove Ten crazy to taste himself on your tongue. When he’d finally had his fill and broke apart from you, his eyes were wild, his mind racing with all the ways he wanted to ruin you, where to begin. He released your neck from his grasp and gestured toward the bed. “Take your robe off, then go lay down and spread your legs.” 
You wasted no time, immediately slipping your robe off your shoulders and tossing it aside before moving to crawl atop your covers and lie back against your pillows, your legs falling open confidently. The air of the room felt cool against your slick core, made you shiver.
Ten tsked at you. “Look at all that cum.” Lifting reluctantly from your pussy, his eyes held yours as he said, “Spread it around, baby. Make yourself nice and messy for me.” You nodded instantly, the picture of compliance, as you let your hand drift downward. 
He leaned against one of your bedposts and watched you, unblinking and entranced, as you smeared your essence all over your still sensitive pussy, making your hips jolt each time you accidentally put a bit too much pressure on your clit. He was absentmindedly stroking himself with his hand, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it, like he simply couldn’t help himself, utterly possessed by the sight of you.
Once you’d lathered your cum all over the skin of your pussy and inner thighs, Ten climbed onto the bed with you, sinking onto his stomach, his face hovering in front of where you wanted him most. 
He took your hand, the hand you’d defiled yourself with, and at first you thought he was going to kiss the top of it like some gentleman from the Middle Ages. But then he offered you a sinful smile, licked his lips, and wrapped them around your fingers, unwilling to let any bit of your essence go to waste. It shocked your system, the remaining drowsiness from your previous climaxes quickly leaving you, now achingly alert.
Once he’d removed every trace, his tongue dipping and swiping in between each digit and divot of your palm, he traveled back to the source. He placed his mouth on your clit and sucked on it tenderly, not too much pressure and not too little but just enough, like he was savoring you, like he wanted to memorize the flavor of you. You threw your head back and moaned, already on the verge of overstimulation, heightened by the knowledge that Ten was only just getting started with you. Every so often, he would pull away to lap at the streaks of shiny, sticky cum that you’d coated yourself with, cleaning you up little by little until all that was left for him to do was tap you for even more.
His forearms wrapped under your thighs and over your waist, hands firmly planting you to the bed, the now steady suction of his mouth bringing you to the brink of your third orgasm, legs quivering as they closed around his head, smothering him as you ground your center against his tongue. 
Eventually, your body finally stopped registering on the Richter scale, and Ten trailed kisses up your torso, chest, and neck, his lips only halting once they reached your ear. You clawed at his hips frantically, and he laughed, “So needy.” He held his cock in his hand, poised at your entrance. “Is this what you want, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, teeth digging into your lip and eyes welling with fresh tears. 
“How bad?” There was something almost cruel about the way he always demanded answers from you at your most mindless, the way he drew enjoyment from watching you struggle to form a single coherent thought, so vulnerable, such a far cry from the person you were in almost any other context. 
Your voice was hysterical as you cried, “So bad, Ten, please. I need it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” he questioned.
You were so out of it that you failed to register the menacing tone of his voice, answering him immediately. “Anything!”
His lips curled into a sinister smirk. “I want you to cum again.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, your heart thudding painfully, the rush of your blood thundering in your ears. The tears that had welled began to flow over the apples of your cheeks. “I-I can’t!”
Ten leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your jaw. “You can.” 
The hand that held his cock started to rub the tip over your clit, making you yelp from the hypersensitivity. He passed it up and down, side to side, back and forth in different variations until you were a mewling mess beneath him, the pressure building inside you so intensely that it verged on painful, a new kind of pleasure blooming from somewhere deep inside you. 
A stuttered moan fell from Ten’s lips as he planted his hands on either side of your torso, no longer able to focus on controlling his movements, his hips rolling against you with wild abandon, cock sliding perfectly against your clit over and over again. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
You preened at his praise, the gratification seeping into the very marrow of your bones. It sent a violent shockwave through your core, the pressure that had built up now reaching a breaking point, like a water balloon brimming and ready to burst. 
Ten could see you grappling with your impending climax, eyes shut tight, forehead creased, jaw clenched, overstimulation driving you to panic.  “Just breathe through it. Let go for me.” And you were done for, your orgasm surging, spraying all over where yours and Ten’s bodies still met, drenching the bed sheets beneath you. The two of you groaned in unison as you squirted sporadically. “Good fucking girl.”
You’d gone limp, hardly even sensing it when Ten slipped himself inside you with ease, too spent to react properly. You weren’t sure how much more your body could take of the ping-ponging between vigilance and exhaustion.
He laughed at you lightly, the sound equal parts degrading and adoring. “I know you’re tired, baby. I promise this won’t take long.” And then he was moving, knees digging into the bed where they pressed against your sides, hands curling under your back, grasping onto the tops of your shoulders for leverage as he rutted into you with desperation, clearly riled up from watching you cum so hard.
“You know,” he grunted, voice shaking, “I felt like I was insane, like my mind was playing tricks on me, like there was no way it could possibly have been as good as I remembered.” His strokes were ruthless, and it was all you could do to twist your arms around his neck, your legs around his hips, hanging on for dear life. “I guess I was kind of right because it’s not as good. It’s better. It’s so, so, so much better, fuck.” The breaths that fanned across your collarbone grew ragged, Ten nearing his peak. You whimpered beneath him, drawing his attention, and he noticed a fresh stream of tears falling from your eyes. “Why are you crying, baby? Are you okay?”
“I’m… so happy,” you sighed.
Ten grinned as he moaned above you, bewitched by your pleasure as much as he was by his own. “Yeah? You like having me inside you?”
You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze, and used what little strength you had left to clench around his length. “I love it,” you whispered.
And then he was kissing you again, your mouth muffling his cries as your lips slotted together sloppily and he pulsed inside you, cum decorating your insides. He fucked you through his orgasm, hips never faltering until he finally found the will to grant you some mercy and slip from the clutch of your silky walls.
He leaned down and gave you several sweet kisses, a reward and a thank you, before collapsing onto his back next to you, chest rising and falling rapidly with his labored breath. The two of you lay there in awed silence, staring up at the ceiling, minds replaying a supercut of the last hour’s activities, desperate to burn every moment into your memory.
You lay there basking in the afterglow for so long that reality began to bleed into your subconscious, your blinks growing slower, fewer, and farther between. But before you could fully drift into the landscape of the hyper realistic dream that was forming in your mind, Ten gently grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, brushing them over your knuckles oh so delicately. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t let you sleep yet. We need to get you cleaned up…” He eyed the fabric rumpling beneath you, visibly pleased with himself, stifling a giggle. “And we should probably strip the sheets to throw in the wash.”
You sat up in alarm, surveying the damage, and gasped as you took in the way your cum had practically tie-dyed the linens that draped your bed frame. You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “I can’t believe you made me squirt.”
“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” Ten teased.
You glared at him indignantly, your arm swinging up to lightly smack him on the arm, “I’m not complaining now either,” you huffed, crossing your arms and sticking your nose up in the air. “I’m just worried about the prices of laundry detergent inflating because you’re a cum hungry demon trying to drain the life out of me.” He only chuckled and leaned over to kiss your shoulder, more than used to your dramatics at this point. “But seriously, what’s up with that?” you pressed further. “The first time we fucked, you edged me into delirium, but this time you didn’t edge me at all.”
Ten shrugged and answered frankly, “I’m not in the mood for edging you right now. I’m in the mood for making you feel as good as possible over and over again.” He sat on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his lips to your ear to torment you for the umpteenth time. “I’m in the mood for fucking you and fucking you and fucking you until all you can do is cry, until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
His words shocked you, your mind still recuperating from all the pillowtalk he had already ravished you with only moments prior. How did he still have the energy to lay siege to your senses like this? Even the devil rested.
“Come on, filthy girl,” Ten continued, releasing you from his embrace before climbing off the bed and pulling you to join him on your feet. He gave your lower back a little push and said, “To the shower.”
You gave him an incredulous look. “Bold of you to assume I can walk properly right now.”
He laughed, hearty and vibrant, endlessly amused by you. “Then wobble, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if your legs give out.” You pouted but did as you were told, taking small strides like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs, slowly leading Ten into your bathroom and turning the handle on the faucet to start the shower. But when you heard the click of Ten closing the bathroom door to keep the steam in you suddenly felt shy, realizing you were about to share something with Ten that was usually entirely for you. You’d fucked several people in your life but never shared a shower with any of them.
It’s not as if it were any more intimate than any of the sinful things you had just done to each other, but showering always felt like the one time when you could truly be alone, even your own thoughts held back by the vinyl fabric of the shower curtain, mind completely void, just you and the universe. Letting Ten into that secret little pocket of existence with you somehow made you feel more vulnerable than letting him into your body. 
And he must have noticed your trepidation because he cleared his throat and spoke up, “We don’t have to shower together, Y/N. We can take turns and wait for each other.” His eyes were so soft as he gazed at you a few feet away, and it disarmed all your apprehension and anxiety completely. In spite of how possessive Ten’s dirty talk could seem, he knew he wasn’t entitled to you. He knew your space and your time were yours to give to him as you saw fit. It didn’t matter how much you’d already given to him. It wasn’t owed but earned. And the more he respected that, the more it made you want to give. One of these days, you were really going to devour him whole.
You gripped the edge of the curtain and yanked it open. You turned back to smile at Ten and said, “Get in.” Your bathroom was fairly small, no tub, the shower a square walk-in enclosed by three of the bathroom’s walls. He stepped in, the warm spray hitting his chest, then scooted back against the wall opposite the showerhead, smirking and gesturing toward you with a come hither motion.
You didn’t need to be told twice. The pressure of the water felt fantastic as it hit your back, relaxing you as you faced Ten where he still stood with his back to the shower wall. The size of the shower didn’t leave much distance between you, and you fought a blush at the proximity of your naked bodies as if they hadn’t just been entangled with one another five minutes ago. 
Ten didn’t say anything, just reached for your body wash on the shelf in the corner and got to work, choosing to pour the wash directly into his hands to spread over your skin. You usually used a loofah for exfoliating purposes, but you figured you could make an exception this once. 
He ran his hands up and down your arms, then over your shoulders and onto your back, rubbing the soap in but also lightly massaging your aching muscles. It made you bite your lip, choking back what would’ve been incredibly undignified noises. If Ten noticed, he didn’t mention it, either unwilling to break the spell of the silence between you or waiting for a more opportune moment or both. Probably both. 
He simply continued his trek over the planes of you, bringing his hands around your waist to scrub your abdomen. He dipped his finger into your belly button, tickling you, and you squealed, “Ten!”
Ten couldn’t stop himself from giggling, smiling so hard his eyes turned into little crescents, gorgeous teeth on full display. When he calmed down, he pursed his lips to stop his smile and said, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” before getting back to work. 
His eyes darkened a bit, and you followed his line of sight to realize he was staring at your breasts. He let out a low hum of contentment as he slid his hands up your torso, palming them and squeezing slightly, suds gathering in between his fingers as he felt you up under the guise of washing you. You were once again fighting for your life to maintain the remaining shreds of your dignity and pretending to be unaffected, but Ten knew better. And you knew that he knew better. But he still didn’t mention it.
He poured a little more body wash in his hands and crouched down then, encouraging you to lean your hands on his shoulders before delicately grasping your leg behind your knee, bending and lifting it slightly so he could use his other hand to wash your leg. Then he repeated the same process on the other side, all the while staring up at you from under his thick, dark lashes with his perfect brown eyes, holding eye contact and never faltering, not even when you sucked in a breath as his fingers passed over the junction between your thighs and your core, just shy of touching you where you were now once again aching for him. 
Ten stood up and crossed what little space there was between you, clutching your hips with soapy hands, your heartbeat ratcheting wildly as he massaged them, traveling over and around to grab two generous handfuls of your ass, still looking you straight in the eye. Your animal instincts finally won out over your pride, the smallest whine sounding in the back of your throat, making Ten smile deviously.
He let go of your ass, rinsed his hands in the spray behind you, then reached out to the shelf again. Your eyes widened as you watched him grab the vaginal wash and pour a dollop into his palm. The fact that you didn’t have to tell him he couldn’t use the regular body wash had you ready to fall on your knees again. 
The wash had aloe in it, so it was cool to the touch as Ten reached out to cup your most sensitive area, making you shiver against him. He snickered at the sight, then began to move his hand, gently massaging the wash over the sensitive skin, being careful to avoid your entrance. He focused his fingertips on the lips, the pressure so soothing that you felt your eyes closing, sighing as your forehead leaned against Ten’s chest. 
He bent his head down to place a kiss on your temple, and at the same time, his fingers abruptly swiped up, barely brushing over your clit before leaving you altogether. The dissonance of the two actions had you reeling, the delight from his kiss and despair from the loss of his touch warring inside you.
Ten’s hand came up and grasped the back of your neck, lifting your head from his chest, then moved you back into the spray to rinse all the soap off of you. He brought his hand down to your lower back and pulled you back to him a little more forcefully, pressing you directly against his body, your breasts squished against his chest, his half-hard cock nudging against your thigh, your faces only a hair’s breadth apart.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours, “I need to wash your hair.” You blinked and shook your head, sure you hadn’t heard him right, but then saw him squeezing the shampoo bottle, his arms raising to apply the product. He leaned in closer and inhaled strongly. He sighed, “This really is my favorite smell.” Excruciatingly sweet. Your heart clattered against your rib cage. 
Once he’d gotten a good lather throughout your hair, Ten combed his fingers between the strands and brought his fingertips to your scalp, scratching and massaging in these cyclical motions and, holy hell, this was it. The best moment of your life. You’d never felt anything like it. It was better than any kiss, any orgasm. And that was saying a lot. It was pure bliss. You wanted to live in the sensation forever.
It was so overwhelming that your eyes rolled back in your head, the most shameless noise escaping your lips, halfway between a groan and a moan. You felt Ten’s dick twitching with interest where it was still pressed against you. He leaned in again, his hands still working against your scalp, and his honeyed voice was low in your ear, “Does it feel good, baby?”
And that was your breaking point. You’d had enough. Enough of him holding all the power. Enough of you always being the one who’s weak for him. Enough of him unraveling you thread by thread and then weaving you back together expertly when you’ve barely even begun to learn his design. You could be seductive and romantic, too. You could take charge. So you reached up and clutched his elbows, yanking his arms down and holding them against the wall. “Keep these here,” you commanded, trying to sound sure of yourself.
Ten cocked an eyebrow at you, intrigued by this development, and nodded at you, complying with your request. You huffed a sigh of relief. You didn’t do anything else to him yet, didn’t give him any attention, just tilted your head back into the spray to rinse the shampoo from your hair while he watched and obsessed over the way the water droplets dripped down your neck. You took your conditioner from the shelf and collected some in your hand to apply to your hair, taking your time.
He waited patiently, arms firmly planted against the wall where you’d left them, enjoying the show, ogling the way your breasts swayed as you ran your fingers through your hair and dedicatedly rinsed the conditioner from it. You continued to ignore his presence almost entirely, and he couldn’t take it anymore, so he finally spoke, “Thank you, by the way. For letting me be in here with you.” You lifted your head from the spray and then tilted it in question. “I know how sacred shower time is,” he explained.  
Your heart was rioting inside you again because he was so fucking perfect, but you played it cool and simply smiled at Ten, placing your hands on his hips, your coquettish gaze meeting his own, hungry for your approval. “True. Shower time is sacred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “But time with you is also sacred,” you countered, batting your eyelashes. “Only feels right to combine them.” 
You could see the conflict in Ten’s eyes. You were being sweet and touching him, and he wanted to touch you, too, but you’d told him to keep his arms where they were. And he didn’t know what would happen if he disobeyed you. You were leading right now, and he had no idea what your endgame was. It was exhilarating to you, gave you the courage you needed to follow through.
“Your turn,” you warned, then tugged at Ten’s hips, twisting him around and swapping your places, his form now protecting you from the spray where it cascaded against his back. The shock from the sudden swap diverted his attention while you squeezed some of your body wash into your palm. 
He jolted at the feeling of your hands following the same path his had, starting with his arms. He was watching you intently as you tended to him so meticulously, barely even registering your touch itself, more concerned with the hypnotic energy that was radiating off of you in waves. Your hands continued their path over his shoulders, but rather than immediately moving onto his back, you made a pit stop at his neck, faintly wrapping your hands around it as if you were only trying to wash it. But then you added the slightest bit of pressure to your hold and watched Ten’s eyes light up with excitement. 
Ah, so he liked that. He liked being at your mercy. You laughed, a sort of high taking effect, making you crazed. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are, Ten?”
He gulped and shook his head, licking his lips, his eyes unblinking. He was completely captivated, utterly besotted with you.
“Well, you are,” you went on. “You’re so pretty. Everything about you. Your neck. Your collarbones.” You trailed your fingertips along his clavicles, goosebumps breaking out along his skin. “Your chest.” You rubbed soap down his front, not-so-accidentally catching your nails on his nipples, making him hiss. You knelt down, but instead of lifting his legs and using one hand to wash them as he had for you, you let him stay on his two feet and used both hands, groping greedily at the perfectly toned muscle of each limb. “Your calves. Your knees. Your thighs.” You punctuated the word by nipping at the fleshiest part of his thigh.
“Oh god,” Ten whimpered above you.
You rose back to your full height and gazed at him with faux innocence. “Is everything okay, baby? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, no, please,” he rushed out, surging forward and caging you against the shower wall with his arms, nestling his face against the side of your neck. “Please, don’t stop touching me or talking to me like this.” 
“Like what?”
“Like—” he grunted, stopping to breathe, gathering his thoughts. “Like I’m precious to you,” he confessed sheepishly. Ten was so used to being the one worshiping at your altar that he hadn’t prepared himself at all for a scenario like this, you turning the tables on him, quite literally showering him with praise. And Ten was used to praise. People praised him all the time. But they weren’t you. They couldn’t make him feel the way you did. From you, it meant so much more. 
“Aw, don’t worry, baby,” you cooed. “I was just getting started.” Ten somehow felt both reassured and threatened. “I mean I hadn’t even talked about your arms yet.” Your hands glided down his biceps, thumbs dragging pointedly over the prominent veins, his arms still slick with the suds from the soap you’d applied. “Your hands.” You took one of his hands in your own. Holding his gaze, you brought the hand to one of your breasts, prompting him to fondle you. He pawed at you eagerly, thrilled you’d allowed him this. Ten was never really much of a boob guy per se, just loved the human form in a more general sense, but he was obsessed with your boobs. He thought they were perfect. 
After a moment, you grabbed his wrist, forcing him to release you from his hold, and he let out a pathetic whine. But you quickly mollified him when you lifted his hand to your neck and placed it around the column of your throat. A test. He didn’t dare make any moves you hadn’t instructed him to, simply holding his hand there, fighting the urge to squeeze until your eyes were watering and you were begging him for a breath of air. 
Ten had lifted his face from your neck to get a good look at his hand now adorning it. Your faces were inches apart again, and you brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “Your face. Your eyes. Your perfect nose.” You drew your finger down the bridge. “Your plush, pink lips.” You swept your thumb across them and felt no air passing through. Ten was holding his breath. “So, so pretty. The prettiest. You’re just the prettiest boy in the world. My pretty boy.” 
“Fuck,” he finally breathed. “Let me kiss you. Please, please, please let me kiss you.”
You didn’t torture him any longer, drawing him in, your lips crashing together. Ten groaned against your lips, and you could feel his body tense with the restraint it took not to just engulf you with the flames of his desire, the hand he still held to the wall next to you curling into a fist with the effort. He let you control the kiss, a herculean feat on his part. And you appreciated it, but you wanted to ruin him, not subdue him. 
You broke the kiss, releasing his bottom lip with a harsh suck. “Hmmm, it feels like I’m forgetting something important.” You made a show of furrowing your brow and looking up at your forehead, like you were really searching for the answer. Ten’s defenses were completely down, still a little dumb from the all too brief kiss, so he wasn’t expecting it when you abruptly gripped the base of his dick in your hand. He gasped, the hand he’d had around your throat rejoining the other against the shower wall, bracing himself for your manhandling. “Ahhh,” you crooned, “that’s right. Even your cock is pretty.”
Ten’s ab muscles tensed at your unceremonious touch. “Don’t tease,” he husked.
“That’s rich coming from you.” You gripped him a little harder, and he clenched his jaw, ready to combust. “I think it’s only fair that I give you a little taste of your own medicine. Don’t you?”
You’d said it commandingly, but you were genuinely asking Ten if he wanted you to continue, and he could see that in your eyes. He didn’t hesitate, nodding his assent, dying to see what you would do to him. It made you smile.
“You want me to touch you?” Another nod, twice as eager. “How bad do you want it?”
“So bad,” he answered instantly, fingernails clawing against the shower tile, “like I might die without it.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” you patronized. “The world would never forgive me if I killed its one and only Ten Lee.” 
Ten didn’t know if he liked it better when you were sweet or when you were mean. He was riveted by you either way, knew he’d be sourcing memories of this unprecedented experience whenever he had to touch himself in the future. Not that he was really want for spank bank content. You’d made quite certain that he’d have enough mental images to get off to for pretty much the rest of his life.
“I’m still kind of tired from fucking you before we got in here, though,” you cut in, disrupting his inner monologue. “I don’t know if I have the strength to give you what you need, baby.” He felt his heart drop at your words. Were you really going to deny him? He felt like he could cry. Then your eyebrows lifted to your hairline, like you’d suddenly been struck by genius. “How about this? I’ll keep my hand on you, and you can fuck into it yourself, yeah? Since you need it so badly.”
And it was decided. Ten liked you best when you were sweet and mean, all at once. He loved that you were capable of anything, capable of betraying your usually shy and unassuming nature, all in the name of gratifying him. He didn’t even respond to you, just brought a hand down to clutch your wrist where you held him, keeping you there. Then he started moving, slowly at first, easing himself into the sensation. You tightened your grasp on him, adding to the friction, and he gasped, picking up his pace by reflex. 
He was making the most delectable sounds, teeth digging into his bottom lip, and it was driving you crazy. You didn’t know how much longer you could ignore your own needs to toy with him. You stretched up to reach his ear. “Does it feel good, baby?” you asked, mimicking his tone from earlier.
“M-Mhm,” he choked out.
“As good as being inside me?”
Ten gritted his teeth and shook his head. “Nothing is as good as being inside you.”
“Nothing?” you questioned.
“Nothing,” he echoed resolutely.
You hummed with understanding. “Then you’d prefer to be inside me right now?”
He didn’t answer with words, just locked eyes with you and nodded, gaze signaling such an absolute and undiluted craving for a pleasure that only you could provide him. You couldn’t have denied him in that moment if you’d tried.
“I think I get why you like teasing me so much,” you said plainly. You didn’t elaborate, simply released him from your hand and grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it against the shower wall, spreading yourself open. “Take what’s yours,” you purred.
Ten groaned loudly, staggered by the sudden and overwhelming wave of arousal that coursed through him. His hand replaced yours where it held your thigh up, his opposite arm coming to wrap around your waist, stabilizing you between him and the surface of the wall. One of the advantages of Ten’s stature being fairly close to yours in height was that he only had to lift you just slightly for his core to be lined up with yours. It also meant that he could look you directly in the eye as he spoke, voice trembling with the anticipation of fucking you as if it had been 30 years rather than 30 minutes since the last time. “I just want to point out that, while I do generally have a lot of stamina, this short of a refractory period is not normal for me. I’m usually satisfied after just one round, let alone multiple rounds this close together. But there’s just,” he sighed as he slipped inside you again, “something about you, baby.”
He drove into you forcefully but with much less urgency than earlier, building his pace up gradually, allowing himself to sink into you more fully with each push, the tip of him kissing your cervix and stealing the breath from your lungs. Your shoulder blades dragged against the ceramic tile deliciously, the slight pain adding another layer to the ecstasy currently clouding your thoughts. Your arms circled Ten’s neck, head thrown back in rapture.
The sight of you naked and soaking wet, the features of your face contorted in such complete bliss, devastated his nervous system, his mind barely able to process all the stimulus flooding it down to its deepest recesses. “Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last—”
“Give it to me.”
He cried out, hips stilling as he hooked your leg around his waist and held you down on his cock, spilling into you hotly and holding you close, whole body shuddering. You clung to him, nails digging into his flanks, eyes drinking in his expression as he lost himself in you again. 
Slowly, Ten’s breathing came back under control, a steady rhythm against you. He lifted his head from where it had fallen against your shoulder, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks as his gaze refocused, trained on your face. There was something about the look in his eyes, something sort of… amazed as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, how you’d managed to undo him, how overcome he’d been. You were struck with the odd urge to cry but pushed it down, manfully willing away the lump in your throat. 
After a long moment of holding you, both with his gaze and in his arms, Ten craned forward once more, softly slotting his lips with yours, the kiss a mild, lingering thing. It still held heat, but it was the kind of heat that caramelizes rather than burning. You never wanted it to end and, had it been up to you, it wouldn’t have. But at some point, rational thought won out, and Ten pulled back. He slid out of you with care, pressing another soothing kiss to your jaw when you hissed at the withdrawal. You hadn’t even finished, yet still you were sated, lax where you slumped back against the shower wall, Ten’s sure presence against you the only thing keeping you standing. 
Cutting through the haze, Ten tilted your chin up, forcing you to focus on him. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton, his voice far away as he said, “Baby, I need you to hold yourself up for just a minute, okay?” You whined and shook your head, and Ten stifled a giggle at your antics. “I know,” he cooed, “but I made you all dirty again, so I need to finish cleaning us up and rinsing us off. I promise I’ll take such nice care of you if you can be a good girl and wait patiently for a bit.”
There was a delay as your pleasure-addled brain sluggishly processed his words, but then you were humming in affirmation, strong-arming your own mind into reconnecting with your body to make your leg muscles start functioning again. As requested, you waited patiently but dazedly while Ten shampooed and conditioned his hair, then washed the two of you again as quickly and perfunctorily as possible. 
Before you knew it, he was shutting the water off and gently pulling you from the shower. Grabbing your towel off the hook on the wall, Ten wrapped it around your shoulders and started to dry you off with playful fervor. Between the shock of the cool air suddenly hitting your skin outside the swathe of the steam-filled shower and the jostling of Ten’s toweling, you were awake again, feeling somehow as if Ten’s last orgasm had ejected your own consciousness from your corporeal form for a time, and you’d only just now drifted back into yourself completely. 
Ten must have noticed because he was smiling at you when you came to, eyes lit up with amusement. “Welcome back.”
Your lips were poised to fire back at him sarcastically when you realized Ten had left the towel draped over your shoulders and was currently air drying, water droplets blazing a trail from the ends of his hair down the expanse of his exquisite figure. From where he was standing, you could see all of him, the reflection of his naked back on full display in the mirror. Your gaze darted back and forth desperately before settling heavy on the point which most greatly piqued your interest.
Ten craned his neck, turning to see what you were stuck on but unable to tell for certain. “What is it?” he asked innocently.
“Sorry,” you blinked hard, “your ass just looks… incredible right now.”
For a moment, Ten gaped at you, amazed by your admission. “Really?”
“Really,” you replied plainly.
He smiled again, his hands reaching out to grip the edges of the towel, dragging you closer to him on the bath mat. “If you like my ass so much, you should fuck me sometime.” And then he herded you toward the sink, heedless of the way you were reeling at his suggestion. All you could think about was pegging your boyfriend.
Ten didn’t seem to mind, though, simply plugging your hair dryer into the wall and grabbing your hair brush. Hair dryer on low, he leisurely dried your hair. Every few passes, he would run his fingers through it, willfully slow, letting the locks fall gracefully from his hold as a contented little sigh blew gently across the nape of your neck from his lips. Once your hair was dry, he smacked a kiss on your cheek before drying his own. You were helpless not to stare as the inky black strands gained new life, now lifted and soft where they framed Ten’s perfect face. 
So enamored were you by him that you just went along without question as he grabbed your hand and walked you back into your bedroom. He reached into the bag he’d brought with him and pulled out two t-shirts and two pairs of shorts. He dressed himself first, then helped you into the second set of clothes. He appraised you afterwards, looking all too pleased with himself. 
Next thing you knew, the two of you were stripping the sheets from your bed together and heading downstairs into the laundry room. You taught Ten how your washer and dryer worked and showed him where you kept the detergent and softener. He cracked a joke about feeling like he was learning to fly a plane, then shared an anecdote about one of his members who actually does know how to fly a plane as he started your bedsheets in the washer.
When the laundry was going, you led Ten into the kitchen to forage for food with you. You opted against truly cooking something, neither of you having the energy necessary for that at the moment, electing instead to heat up a batch of leftover pasta from the fridge in the microwave. You didn’t even split it into servings, instead just grabbing two forks and eating it straight out of the container together where you stood at the kitchen counter.
You didn’t speak much as you ate, but you were still communicating, batting your eyes at one another, sharing sweet little smiles and light giggles, hands brushing every so often. It all sang the same line of a song as old as time itself: I’m so happy I’m here with you.
Ten offered you the last bite of pasta on his fork, but you shook your head, encouraging him to have it. He finished it and licked his fork clean. You tossed the pasta container in the trash, and Ten took the liberty of washing the forks and settling them in the utensil compartment of the drying rack. He insisted that you drink a full glass of water before leaving the kitchen.
It was all so… domestic. And you ached.
Wordlessly, the two of you decided to move into the living room. Ten laid across the couch, head and shoulders cushioned by a pillow he’d leaned against the couch’s arm. He looked at you and patted his stomach. You discerned his silent request and climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs and laying your head against his chest, hands framing your head, face turned to see the TV across the room. 
Ten picked up the TV remote and pulled up the Netflix app, navigating to the episode of Sailor Moon Crystal that you’d left off on and pressing play. He kissed the top of your head, one of his hands drifting up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck, the other languidly rubbing up and down your back. It was no time before you were dozing off.
Several episodes of Sailor Moon later, your own subconscious roused you from your sleep. You’d always had a habit, if your dreams were vivid enough or you were exhausted enough, of making noise or even moving in your sleep. Between all the different activities you and Ten had gotten up to since he’d arrived earlier in the evening, you were plenty exhausted and your dreams plenty vivid. 
Your mind was doing all it could to reproduce the ecstasy it had recently experienced, so it offered you a dream in which you and Ten were continuing your earlier activities. In the waking world, where you lay atop your dream’s guest star, you’d started making aborted little movements with your hips, hands flexing against Ten’s chest, the faintest of whimpers sounding in the back of your throat. 
The movement of your hips lined up just right, your clit passing directly over the solid line of Ten’s dick. With a gasp, you woke, eyes working overtime to blink the drowsiness away. You didn’t waste a second, didn’t ask permission, grinding down against Ten with the force of all the energy you’d replenished in sleep. 
Suddenly, two hands were clutching your hips, tight enough to bruise, holding them still. “You need to rest, baby.” The voice was sweet, but sweet was not what you wanted right now, not if it was going to keep you from getting what you needed.
You fought against the hold with all your might, desperate for friction. “But I want you,” you whined, frustrated.
Ten chuckled, but there was no humor in it. All the sweetness was gone, now fled in the face of your stubborn misbehavior. His hold on your hips loosened, hands sliding down to palm at the meat of your ass. “Yeah?” he goaded. “Come on, then.” 
One of his hands rose up and then fell back down to firmly swat your ass, spurring you to start moving again with a startled little yelp. You rolled your hips impatiently, the nylon fabric of Ten’s basketball shorts catching perfectly against your clit with every pass. Your orgasm was coming at you so fast, stealing your breath.
“You like using me to get off, baby? Rubbing yourself all over me like some wild animal?” Ten’s tone was equal parts derisive and encouraging. It made you crazy, made you buck your hips that much faster. He scoffed at your wantonness, but his hands squeezed your flesh tighter as he planted his feet on the couch cushions and started rolling his hips up, meeting you stroke for stroke. “Couldn’t even be bothered to take your shorts off, so now that pretty little hole of yours is gonna cum all over them, and I’m not gonna get to taste any of it. Such a fucking waste. You’re a dirty, nasty little girl, aren’t you? Greedy, too.”
“No, I just—” you protested, panting.
Ten interrupted, uninterested in your objections. “Let’s give the girl what she wants, yeah? You’re gonna cum right now, and then I’m gonna rip those fucking shorts off of you, and you’re gonna sit on my face, and I’m gonna make you cum again. How’s that sound, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, unable to give a more coherent or articulate response. You were so close.
In the next breath, you were cumming, muscles in your pelvis jolting almost violently as you gasped and sobbed. “That’s it,” Ten praised, leaning in for a messy, desperate kiss.
The kiss braced you through your release, easing into something less desperate and more reverential as you gradually stopped trembling. It grounded you, stabilized you.
Ten didn’t give you the chance to thank him, coaxing you to your feet with insistent hands at your waist. “Up, up, up.” You stood and, before your legs could even finish unbending, he was yanking the shorts down off your hips, leaving your core bare. You grasped the hem of the t-shirt, his t-shirt, moving to lift it up and over your head, but Ten grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “I want you to keep it on,” he confessed, slightly sheepish in spite of all you’d done with and to each other up to that point.
You fought a smile as Ten pulled the pillow out from under his shoulders, sliding forward to recline himself fully and make room for you. 
You’d never done this particular act before, so you were hesitant as you mounted yourself on the couch, a knee on either side of Ten’s neck, pussy hovering a few inches above his mouth. He huffed, aggravated, then gripped the back of your thighs, spreading them further, pressing your center closer. “I said sit, so sit.”
Swallowing down your nerves, you rested your full weight down against Ten, a tremor passing up your spine at the brush of his soft lips against your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. He’d had his mouth on you multiple times now, so it wasn’t technically a new sensation, but something about the position you were in, the way you couldn’t see him as well and therefore couldn’t anticipate his next action quite as easily, made it feel so much more illicit. 
Maybe that was why you let out a helpless little squeak at the first lap of Ten’s tongue over your core, your hips jolting again, pushing your pussy down hard against his hungry mouth. He hummed enthusiastically, and his hands jumped to your hips again, urging you to keep going. So you leaned forward, placing your own hands against the arm of the couch to brace yourself as you started to buck your hips in earnest over Ten’s tongue and lips.
It was an easy slide thanks to your previous orgasm, so easy that you were rapidly on your way to cumming again, just as Ten had wanted. “So good, so good,” you cried, and in an instant your climax was pulsing through you. Your shuddering, strangled moans echoed off the walls of the living room, drowning out the TV you’d forgotten was even on. 
Ten held you tight, lapping and sucking at your hole while you writhed, like you were all in this life that could sustain him. As he licked at the last traces of your essence, you twisted to see him pressing the heel of his hand against his cock, a futile attempt to relieve some of the pressure from his obvious hard-on. 
You lifted yourself up, somewhat unsteadily, and swiveled yourself around in place on the couch. Ten made a questioning noise, but you ignored him. You were still hovering over Ten’s face, but you were now facing the opposite direction, so you were able to quickly and easily pull the front of his waistband down over his balls and smoothly sink your lips down on him. You didn’t tease, didn’t build him up slowly, just bobbed your head in greedy pulls, anxious to make him feel as good as you did.
When you sunk all the way down—throat relaxed, careful to breathe through your nose—and then swallowed, Ten released a punched out groan, and you could feel the tension in his thighs where he fought to keep himself from bucking up and gagging you. A sense of pride washed over you, but before you could really relish in it, two of Ten’s fingers were slipping inside you with ease.
You were at the perfect angle for him to hook his fingers and press mercilessly on your g-spot. You moaned around his cock, and the feeling of the sound vibrating across his nerve endings made him hiss, his other hand sliding up the back of your thigh, lifting the t-shirt over your hips to smack your bare ass. It hurt, but it still felt like a prize. 
He did it again, and you absolutely wailed, throat muscles flexing where they cradled the tip of his cock. He laughed cruelly and said, “What’s that, baby? I can’t hear you with all that cock in your mouth.” 
You pinched his thigh in retaliation, and he just laughed again. Lifting your mouth off of him, you swiftly changed positions, your entrance now poised over his length. He barely even had time to react before you were sliding down, taking him to the root with a deep, delighted sigh. 
Ten’s fingertips glided up your thighs and settled. He gazed up at you on top of him, wearing his t-shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, hair still slightly tousled from your nap, blush dusting your cheeks, and he yearned. You were already his, and still he yearned, his heart so certain it was where it belonged that it dreaded the next time he’d have to be away from you and preemptively began to yearn. He’d never loved anyone this much, so much that it stung to be near them, even though there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, almost unintentionally.
Your eyes opened, your gaze locking with Ten’s, and you started to move. At first, your movement was lazy, unhurried, your senses more focused on the sensation of his skin against yours, of the veins on his cock, how they rubbed against your smooth inner walls. But then Ten’s nails dug into the top of your thighs, biting little crescent shapes into the skin, and suddenly you needed so much more.
You rode him hard, your thrusts so aggressive that Ten had to brace his palms against the arm of the couch to keep his head from banging into it. It felt dirtier somehow, to fuck him like this while he still had his clothes on, when all you could really see of him was his face, the way his eyes rolled back when your pussy clenched a little tighter, the way he bit his lip but still couldn’t stop the needy whines from spilling out. “Baby,” he groaned, “you’re gonna make me cum—”
You were so focused on Ten’s pleasure that you hadn’t even realized you were about to cum, too. Your pussy started spasming around him, and he cursed as he arched up into you and came, his nails scraping down your thighs, leaving marks.
Ten’s chest was heaving under your palms, heart beating rabbit fast. You bent down and kissed his panting mouth. “I love you, too, by the way.” He grinned, wide and goofy, then returned your kiss with interest.
The two of you seemed to remember where you were after that, both turning toward the sound of the dialogue still coming from the TV. Ten said, “Oh no, we missed so much Sailor Moon,” and you broke into a fit of bright giggles.
The rest of the evening was sort of hazy after that. Ten helped you up and took you to the bathroom to haphazardly clean you once again. He also demanded that you sit down and pee for the sake of your urinary health. 
Then, you moved your bedsheets from the washer to the dryer before grabbing the quilt off the back of the couch and walking back upstairs to your bedroom to tuck in for the night. You vowed that you would wake up and bathe again in the morning, and you did… after fucking each other one more time. Ten helped you redress your bed, and he was off, leaving you to replay every second in your mind until your feelings poured themselves from your heart onto the page, adding a new piece to the draft of your chapbook.
Things continued in much the same way for the weeks following that sleepover. Ten would come over whenever he was free, and you would be on each other like cats in heat. You’d never been more limber in your life, and you’d never been happier either.
But there was a certain niggling fear in the back of your mind that you knew you needed to discuss with Ten. You just didn’t know how. You’d never been in a relationship where you felt safe enough to voice your insecurities. So, you bottled it up, hoping that eventually it would just fade away.
It didn’t.
Then, one day, Ten came over after an especially strenuous dance practice. You were lying on your bed, scrolling idly through your phone, when your bedroom door opened, and he trudged in. He dropped his bag by your door and immediately moved toward the bed, collapsing on top of you. Before you could ask him about his day, he said, “Is it okay if we just lay like this and rest? I don’t really have the energy for anything else.” 
You froze. You weren’t sure why his words filled you with anxiety at first. It was a perfectly reasonable request. But when your brain came back online, you realized: if Ten didn’t want sex from you, you no longer knew what you had to offer him. Sex had become such an intrinsic aspect of the time you spent together, that you’d started to think that was all he wanted.
Your face must have telegraphed this epiphany because Ten sighed and sat up slightly, a frown marring his beautiful features. “This is my fault. Pretty much all we’ve been doing when we spend time together recently is fuck.” 
Ten scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head, frustrated with himself. He tangled the fingers of his other hand with yours, then looked you very pointedly in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry if I gave you the impression that that’s all I’m interested in. It’s not. I want moments like this, moments like we used to always have, moments where we can just be together, where the intimacy is more emotional than physical. It’s important to me. I promise. I’ve just been so excited to be with you in that way that I hadn’t stopped to consider what my behavior might have implied to you.” He looked so genuinely sorry as he said all this. You weren’t sure a man had ever expressed genuine sorry toward you in your entire life.
You didn’t know what to say. You were speechless. Ten didn’t care, though, didn’t need you to say anything or respond to him at all. He just needed you to understand that, while your fear was completely rational, you didn’t truly have anything to be afraid of. He needed you to understand that he was learning, too, and that he would do better. He laid his head back down on your chest, nuzzling into your neck, his arms wrapped around you like a koala’s.
Your chest already felt tight with all the emotion you were suddenly experiencing when Ten spoke again, constricting you further. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he started, quiet and sure. “You know that, right? I’ll always want you this much, maybe even more. And when we’re apart, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, there will always be a part of me longing to be with you. A never-ending hunger. A constant craving.” 
“You don’t know that—”
“Yes, I do,” Ten argued. “It was true yesterday, it’ll be true tomorrow and the day after that, on and on until time ceases, until everything that once was no longer is. Even then, this need, my love for you, will still be here, holding the universe together by a single thread, keeping oblivion at bay.” He turned his head, placing a soft kiss over your collarbone. 
You hadn’t moved since he’d first spoken to you, hadn’t even breathed, really. Your mind was struggling to process all that was occurring as reality. But Ten took this as another refutation.
“You don’t believe me,” he huffed, pouting against your chest.
The truth was you didn’t know if you believed him. No one had ever conveyed this kind of sentiment to you, so you wouldn’t know how it felt to believe it, wouldn’t know if you were or you weren’t. You cleared your throat, “Go to sleep, Ten.”
He sighed with fond exasperation, his thumb brushing up and down soothingly where his hand clutched at your waist. “I really do love you so much. Being with you makes me so happy. You’re gorgeous and funny and smart and so, so kind. You’re an amazing friend, and you just… you care so much. About so many things. About the people you love but also random strangers. About the world and everything in it. About life and what it all means or if it even means anything at all. About art and science and philosophy and whatever you can wrap your beautiful mind around or sink your teeth into. About whatever you find interesting or silly or cute or weird. About me. You care about me, and I feel so fucking lucky every day for it. Nothing’s ever felt as good as being loved by you. Except maybe getting to love you in return. So yeah, I really do love you. And even though you might not believe me yet, it doesn’t change the fact that I mean it. I mean it with every fiber of my being.”
You fought to conceal the emotion in your voice. “Ten?”
“Mn?” he drowsed.
“Moments like this… they’re important to me, too.” Ten didn’t say anything, just coiled his arms around you a little tighter.
Only when he finally nodded off on top of you, his breathing level and body completely lax, did you allow yourself to cry. Your heart felt wrung out like a wet rag as the tears silently fell down the sides of your face. You were crying because, for the first time, Ten hadn’t simply made you fall in love with him. No, for the first time, Ten had made you fall just a little bit in love with yourself.
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End A/N: I know, I know. The ending was very heavy-handed, but I don't care. I'm only interested in love stories where the characters are so desperately in love with each other that it makes your stomach flip harder than the smut does, and I will not apologize! As always, please feel free to share your thoughts with me, even if those thoughts are about how mad you are that this took so long for me to post! ❤️
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Squeeeeeeeeeze!!! You've been given a hug! Send this to all the people who deserve a hug. See how many you get back :) Now let the hugging begin!🥰 😘💖💕💝💟💕
Hugging you back with ALL my might 🥹❤️
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tensmutdepot · 1 year
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Omg i genuinely thought dedication ended with part 4 IM SO EXCITED FOR PART 5 AHHGJGMHNHHMMDJS
It probably could’ve ended there but I am nothing if not obsessive, longwinded, and thorough 🥲
I’m so glad that you’re excited!!!
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tensmutdepot · 1 year
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WE NEED DEDICATION PART 5 😓
I know, I’m sorry it’s taking so long :(
I keep getting ideas for the later parts and struggling to finish this one, but I promise it’s almost finished! I’m gonna post it soon!
Thank you for liking it enough to reach out like this 🥺
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tensmutdepot · 1 year
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@laylasbunbunny This was the motivation I needed to finish up part 5 😭 Thank you!!!
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Dedication (part 4)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, smut
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; Ten gets a little jealous; and then Ten gets a little saucy; Y/N is not god's strongest soldier; frottage; nipple play; cunnilingus; fingering; pressure points; edging; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don't try this at home); multiple orgasms; creampie; biting; dom/sub dynamics if you squint; and the most scandalous of all... passionate love confessions
Summary: After getting you to open up to him about such an important part of your past, Ten is ready to take your relationship to the next level, to get you to open up to him in every way possible. But is it too late? Did he miss his chance? Or is he simply being presented with the perfect opportunity to make you his?
Word Count: 9.2k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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A few days passed before Ten got the chance to see you again. But when the day finally came, he was so excited.
You’d hugged him. You’d let him hold you in his arms, and it was electrifying. Things were different now. They had to be. And he was ready to explore those differences.
But what he wasn’t ready for was when you opened your front door that evening. What he wasn’t ready for was you in a slinky black cocktail dress and heels. What he wasn’t ready for was you with your hair perfectly styled, makeup expertly done, and your perfume wafting through the air.
He thought the everyday you was perfect, beautiful in every way. The you that Ten usually interacted with wore comfy clothes and little to no make up and the extent of styling you did with your hair was throwing it up in a hair tie or butterfly clip. That you was devastating in her own right, but he had grown accustomed to that you.
This you was a whole new brand of devastation. It shook him to his core. It took every ounce of his extremely limited willpower not to grab you by the neck and immediately plant one on you.
When the shock wore off, though, Ten realized he was missing a lot of context clues. He hadn’t texted you to let you know he was coming, so there was no way you were dolled up for him. Meaning you were dolled up like this for someone else. Which was completely unacceptable. But he needed his fears to be confirmed before he could let himself really break down.
“Going out?“ he asked, playing it cool. No hello or how are you, just a plea for you to save him from this waking nightmare. 
You nodded curtly. “Yeah, I promised Karina I’d go out with this guy she works with.” A light bulb appeared to go off in your head. “But since you’re here, I can cancel! I can just tell the guy I’ve got other plans and–”
“Oh no you don’t!” Karina cut you off, voice calling out from her bedroom. She scurried down the stairs, invading your personal space where you still stood in the foyer. “You promised me you’d go, so you’re going. If it really matters to Ten that much, he can hang out with me here and wait for you to get back.”
“What? You can’t be serious, Kay.”
“No, it’s fine,” Ten said, surprising himself with the sound of his own voice. “I can wait for you.”
That made your heart clench. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He smiled sincerely.
Before you could really register what it all meant, a car was pulling into your driveway and lightly honking, your date notifying you of his arrival. Ten wanted to run out and strangle the guy for exhibiting such a blatant lack of chivalry. “Okay… I guess I’ll see you later.” Then you grabbed your purse off the banister and walked toward the unfamiliar vehicle, heels clicking the whole way.
“Have fun!” Karina called after you.
Once the door was closed, Ten turned on her, face set with a death glare the likes of which this world had never seen. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t murder you right now.”
She just laughed. “Please, you should be thanking me.”
“In what universe would I thank you for setting your coworker up on a date with my–”
“Your what, Ten? She’s not your anything right now. And if you two keep dancing around each other the way you have been, she never will be.”
He hated to admit it, but she had a point. “Go on.”
“I set her up on a date with a guy I know for a fact she is not compatible with. She’s going to have a terrible time. The whole date, all she’s going to be thinking about is how much she wishes she were with you. But unlike usual, she’ll be forced to look at you from a romantic perspective. Believe me, the only person I’m really trying to set up here is you with success.”
Ten thought about what she was suggesting. He imagined you wishing it were him in your date’s place, imagined you really considering him as a potential romantic partner, and it made him feel almost giddy inside. He softened his glare at Karina. “You’re an evil genius.”
“Yes, I know,” she boasted, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Now I’m going to hit up one of the dudes from my roster for some playtime so that you and Y/N can have the place to yourselves for a bit when she gets back. Cool?”
“Cool,” he replied.
“This is where you thank me, Ten.”
“I’ll thank you if it works.”
She groaned at his pessimism, “It’s going to work. Seriously, I’ll bet you twenty bucks that you two kiss by the end of the night.” 
Ten would bet a million bucks if it meant he got to kiss you. “Deal.” And then they shook on it.
You were gone longer than expected, not returning for several hours, the clock about to hit midnight. Karina was still out, but Ten didn’t know if she intended to stay out, didn’t know how much time he had. However much it was, he’d have to make the most of it. 
Ten was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs when you walked in, instantly leaning against the doorway and pulling the heels off your feet, aching from what you’d just put them through. “Feet hurt?”
“Yes,” you whined, a pout forming on your lips, and Ten knew then that he hadn’t lost you to whichever schmuck had been lucky enough to take you out. “I didn’t know what he had planned for the date. He wanted to surprise me. He took me to dinner at this cute little Italian restaurant, which was nice, but then afterwards, he decided to take me to a salsa dancing class. And in theory, that’s a really fun date idea, but not when you haven’t worn heels in months.”
You hung your purse back on the banister and started hobbling toward the couch in the living room, desperate to get off your feet. Ten sat down next to you, which was normal. However, he sat much closer to you, your shoulders and knees touching each other, which was not normal. It made your insides squirm. “So, salsa dancing aside,” he prompted, “how did the date go?” 
You tilted your head at him. “You really wanna know?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Why?” you asked, suspicious.
“Curiosity,” he said, which was technically true.  
“Hm. Well, if you’re that curious, I had a nice time, but I don’t really see it going anywhere.”
Ten smiled, victorious, but pressed further. “If you had a nice time, why don’t you see it going anywhere?”
“Because you can have a nice time with someone and still not have chemistry with them,” you answered plainly.
“And what constitutes having chemistry with someone for you?” 
Your suspicions grew. He was definitely up to something. “So many questions this evening, Ten.”
“So much evasion this evening, Y/N,” he volleyed.
Your jaw dropped. “I’m not evading anything!” you argued, indignant.
“Then say what you really mean.”
“He just didn’t do it for me, okay?” The words came out in a rush. “I wasn’t attracted to him. He was nice and funny and smart and even good-looking, but he wasn’t…” You trailed off, your mind dangerously close to forbidden ground.
“Wasn’t what?” Ten urged.
Wasn’t you. “He wasn’t the one,” you misdirected.
“And you could tell from just one date? That hardly seems fair.”
You practically growled at him, “Would you like me to call him and schedule a second date? Or perhaps you’d like to date him so we can compare notes!”
“Oh, you’re very upset about this,” Ten observed, tickled by your behavior.
“I am not—“ you started to shout, then stopped. Taking a deep breath, you tried again. “I am not upset. I just don’t like being interrogated.”
No, you just don’t like how close you are to admitting that you have feelings for me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrogate you.” Ten grabbed your hand and started lightly tracing the lines in your palm, lulling you into a false sense of security before going in for the kill. “So did he try to kiss you?”
“Seriously, Ten?” You suddenly stood up, yanking your hand from his grip and walking back toward the stairs, anxious to escape. 
Ten followed after you, grasping your elbow and stopping you by the front door, twisting you to face him. “Well, did he?”
“No, Ten, he did not try to kiss me,” you yielded, stomping your foot in frustration.
“Now that’s surprising.”
“What? Why?” you asked, breathless.
“Because if you went on a date with me and showed up looking like this,” his eyes were like a white hot branding iron, scorching every inch of you as he slowly looked you over, ”I wouldn’t have been able to think about anything else.” 
You shut your eyes tight. There’s no way this was really happening. You had to be out of your mind. 
Ten’s voice cut in again, compelling you to accept that this was all too real. “Come on, you’re telling me there’s not even a small part of you that wants to know?” 
“Wants to know what, Ten?”
He walked forward, crowding you, forcing you back against the door. “What it would be like.”
“What what would be like?” you goaded, growing impatient.
“Kissing me,” Ten clarified.
It felt like your body took a screenshot. “Ten—“
“I definitely wouldn’t mind knowing what kissing a perfect person feels like,” he confessed, leaning in to trail his nose up your neck.
You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. “Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Try to make me feel special.”
He took your wrists in his hands, prying them away from your face and demanding that you look at him. “I’m not trying to make you feel special. I’m just trying to show you that you already are.”
You didn’t say anything, allowing his words to wash over you. The air was thick with tension.
When your silence persisted, he figured maybe he’d pushed his luck enough for one night. “I guess I’d better get going.”
But you reached out and clutched the front of his shirt, holding him in place. “I don’t want you to leave,” you admitted.
His heart thudded against his rib cage. “Does that mean you want me to stay?” You opened your mouth to answer, but he didn’t give you the chance. “Scratch that. I have a better question. If I did stay, what would happen?”
Your head felt fuzzy. “That’s a pretty loaded question, Ten.”
He chuckled, the sound dark, almost threatening. “Is it? Would you prefer multiple choice? I’d be happy to give you some options.” He closed the space between your bodies, his hips pressing yours into the door, the space between your lips now the only space remaining. “I’ll even give you an ‘all of the above’ option.”
“That’s very generous of you,” you whispered, voice shaking, cheeks burning.
He bumped your nose with his, leaning in. You could feel his breath on your lips. “You’re pretty when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Just as your lips were about to meet, you heard a key jiggling the lock on your door and nearly jumped out of your skin. Karina was home. The two of you reluctantly moved away from the door, the moment now broken. 
Upon walking inside and seeing your disheveled state, Karina fought the urge to pump her fist in the air. She assumed she’d walked in on Ten’s success already in progress and headed straight up the stairs, offering a brief, “Good night, guys!” 
Ten huffed, frustrated by the interruption. Against your better judgment, you found yourself feeling that same frustration. It felt like you’d missed out on something beautiful, like you’d blinked just as the sun rose, the magic of daybreak evading you.
You were in a haze as he summoned his car keys and made for the door. “Sleep tight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And then he left.
You didn’t even remember walking up to your room or changing out of your dress, but you must have because the next thing you knew you were laying under your covers, staring blankly up at the ceiling, your thoughts rushing through your mind so torrentially you thought you might actually go blind. 
You had almost kissed Ten. And you were going to see him tomorrow.
How were you supposed to act around him now?
The sun was peeking in through your window, and you could hear the birds chirping by the time you finally managed to rest.
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The following day, every moment you spent after waking up was spent in anticipation. You brushed your teeth in anticipation. You removed the previous night’s makeup from your face in anticipation. You made your bed in anticipation. You got dressed in anticipation. You ate breakfast in anticipation. You did household chores in anticipation. And to make matters worse, you were exhausted since you had only gotten about an hour or two of sleep, so your brain was just a hotbed for anxiety and stress.
You were sitting on your bed, reading but not really absorbing anything you read, when he finally showed up, knocking on the door. Karina was about to leave for work, a dreaded closing shift, so she let him in. “Hey, Ten!”
“You owe me twenty bucks,” he said, rushing past her and climbing the stairs rapidly, taking two at a time. And then he was in your room, standing in front of you as you gaped at him like you hadn’t actually believed he would show up today, like you expected him to realize he’d made a horrible mistake and never speak to you again.
“Hi,” you said dumbly.
“Hi,” he graciously responded. He took a step towards your bed, and you almost swallowed your tongue. He took the book from your hands and set it on your nightstand. “So,” he tried, “what do you wanna do today?”
You blinked at him several times, too many times, before generating the brainpower required to even attempt answering him. “Um, w-we could… I don’t know, or maybe… But if you’d rather–”
“Wanna watch a movie?” he suggested.
Swallowing hard, you nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
He took the initiative, grabbing your laptop and opening it up to start playing Spirited Away. You settled back into your pillows, and maybe five minutes into the movie, you felt your eyelids getting heavy.
Eventually, you fell asleep, your soft snores filling the small room, so Ten closed your laptop and moved it over to your desk before rejoining you on the bed. He lay on his side next to you, as close as he could be without disturbing you, leaning up on his elbow and staring down at you, his cheek against his palm, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to openly admire you.
You looked so sweet as you slept, your mouth just slightly parted, your chest rising and falling with your peaceful breath. He drank you in, the way your dark lashes fanned out over your cheeks, the gentle slope of your nose, the fullness of your lips, how soft and pink they looked in the dim light of the setting sun, your long, sinuous neck, leading to pronounced and appetizing collarbones, the curve of your breast beneath your hoodie, the bare skin of your waist where your hoodie had ridden up. You had a smattering of small scars on your lower abdomen. He wanted to trace them with his touch, wanted to know the story behind them.
He was just beginning to take in the sight of your supple hips when you suddenly let out a small whimper and rolled toward him onto your side. You were much closer to him now, which he would’ve reveled in if not for the way you were shivering against him, wincing every so often, pitiful cries pouring from your lips. Ten felt something wrench inside his chest, his heart ready to shatter at the image of you having a nightmare in front of him.
When you quietly whispered, “No, please don’t,” your brows furrowed and your hands clenched into fists, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Y/N,” he said tenderly, hoping he could wake you without adding to your unconscious terror.
You didn’t wake, but you must have heard him from wherever you’d been trapped inside your mind because your cries stopped. Your hand shot out to fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, even closer, so you could nuzzle into his chest. His heart was beating so fast he was sure you would hear it and stir, but still you slept. Your face had relaxed, your countenance much more peaceful, almost happy. You were beautiful, so beautiful, and it made him ache. He loved you so much he felt like he could cry.
Then you sighed and spoke again, the most lovely sound he’d ever heard, “Mmmmm, Ten.”
It was too much for him to bear, knowing that you’d recognized his presence from within your deep sleep, knowing that it was him specifically who had brought you peace, who had soothed you. He couldn’t help but to reach out and place his hand on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. What he wouldn’t give to truly get his hands on you. He’d ensure that you know nothing but sweet dreams for the rest of your life.
At his touch, your eyes fluttered open, causing him to pull away. You came out of your sleep slowly, your consciousness returning bit by bit, like sand passing through an hourglass. At first, you weren’t quite sure of where you were. You would’ve sworn you could smell Ten, the scent of his cologne, the scent of his skin, a hint of sweat and something much stronger, something very particular to him. As your bleary eyes began to focus, your vision clearing, you realized you were staring at someone’s chest, toned and wrapped in a fitted white t-shirt, a fleecy sweater layered on top of it.
Oh god.
You looked up to see Ten gazing back at you, his eyes nebulous with some unspoken emotion that overwhelmed you. His face was only inches from yours. You could feel his breath ghosting over your skin, and it did something to you, something that made your stomach do backflips inside your torso. You scrambled, unable to withstand the silence, unable to withstand his stare. “I-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I guess I was more tired than I realized.” 
“It’s okay,” he replied warmly. “I didn’t mind.”
Neither of you moved, remaining tangled with one another, soaking in each other’s warmth, losing track of the seconds passing. Your throat felt dry, and your palms started to sweat. You didn’t know what to do. You also didn’t know what he wanted you to do, which was even worse. 
Ten didn’t seem to be so affected by your proximity. 
In truth, he was just as affected by your being close to him as he had been that first morning after the night he’d met you, sat at the coffee table, listening to you talk about Shakespeare. Only now he’d grown comfortable with this sensation. He’d grown comfortable with the way his vital signs all reached dangerous levels when you were near him. The hastening of his heart rate, the labor in his breathing, the way his skin ran hot all over. These feelings, he was used to them now. They were natural to him, although no less powerful.
But to your eyes, he seemed perfectly at ease. And you didn’t know if you loved or hated that. On one hand, you wanted him to be freaking out as much as you were because it might be a sign that you make him nervous, that he’s feeling even a fraction of what you’re feeling for him. But on the other hand, him feeling comfortable with being this close to you might mean that he’d be comfortable getting even closer. And it was that thought which spurred you into action, convinced you to take a chance, to see what might have happened if Karina hadn’t interrupted you last night.
You brought your hand back to his chest, laying your palm flat over his heart. “Ten,” you started. You were practically whispering, but your voice sounded so loud in the quiet room. “Can you do me a favor?”
He smiled at you sweetly. “Anything.”
You swallowed hard and slid your hand up his chest, onto the side of his neck. “Will you kiss me?”
Ten’s pupils blew wide at your request. Maybe it was him who’d fallen asleep. Maybe he was dreaming. “A-Are you sure?” he stuttered, uncharacteristically timid.
“Yes,” you answered. He still looked uncertain, so you lightly squeezed his neck and begged, “Please, Ten. I need to know.”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, clearing the fog of uncertainty, and he smiled brightly as he brought his hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze fell to your lips as he leaned in and met them with his own. 
Your body was flooded with euphoria. His lips were soft but insistent, much like he himself was. He leaned over you, taking command of the kiss, his hand now framing your face. You were powerless, instantly at his mercy. You sighed into the kiss, your fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his head and giving it a slight tug.
A whine sounded from the back of his throat, and he moved to grip your jaw, forcing it open, so that he could slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your skin broke out in goosebumps at the thrill of tasting him. He was filling up all of your senses now. Everything was Ten. You were starting to understand how people could call another person their whole world.
But you wanted more. You needed more. So you hiked your leg up and over Ten’s hip, bringing your center flush with his, leaving nothing between you but the fabric of your clothes. He slipped his hand down to your waist, holding you to him. The feel of his palm against your bare skin was a lightning strike, waking up every nerve in your body. In response to the sensation, you gave an encouraging roll of your hips, and Ten groaned, sucking on your tongue. You rolled your hips again, experimenting, seeing what he might do. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you certainly weren’t prepared when he suddenly grabbed your ass and retaliated with a gyration of his own, driving the bulge of his now hardened member right into your clit and making you keen. You clung to him desperately, rubbing yourself all over him, completely primal, chasing your release.
And then he was breaking the kiss, his grip stilling your movements, his chest heaving as he said, “You better stop that.”
You took in Ten’s current state, his kiss swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, his mussed hair. It was incredible, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him completely wrecked. “Or what?” you asked, misbehaving.
He smirked and pushed your shoulder so that you were lying on your back, lifting himself on top of you. Your legs opened for him instinctively, and he settled himself between them. “Or I’ll fuck you into this mattress.” He punctuated his words by grinding himself down into you, and your hands grasped at the blanket beneath you as you gasped for air, drowning in arousal.
“Please,” you cried.
“Oh, I love it when you beg,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck, his forearms framing your head. “Please what?” You could hear the smug grin in his voice, but you were too far gone to care, nearly delirious with want, your pride a distant, fading memory.
“Please fuck me.”
“Mmmmm, well…” he leaned up and sat back on his heels, his hands reaching for the waistband of your sweatpants, “since you asked so nicely.”
He was just about to pull them off your hips when you abruptly grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He froze in his movements and looked at you with a questioning brow. It had finally hit you that you were really doing this, and if you were really doing this, you wanted to be as open and honest with him as possible. “Ten, in the interest of full disclosure… I should probably tell you that it’s been a pretty long time since I did this, so I may need you to be slightly more patient than you’re used to.”
He hummed in understanding, his gaze falling back to your clothed center. He ran his fingers over the fabric and your hips bucked up to meet his touch, its pressure so light, just enough to leave you aching for more. “How long?”
You were so turned on by what he was almost doing to you that you barely registered his question at first, but once you did, you blushed and looked away. “Long enough for me to be embarrassed by it,” you pouted.
“How long?” he repeated more firmly.
Why did he want to know so badly? Your blush deepened as you quietly said, “It’s been like three years, okay? I haven’t been with anyone like this since my freshman year.” You mustered the courage to look at him, curious of his reaction, but he was still focused on where his hand was teasing you.
“Well, there’s absolutely no way you went that long without anyone being interested in sleeping with you,” he said, matter-of-fact.
You huffed a laugh. “There were… attempts.”
“I assume that means you rejected them?” he prompted. Where was he going with this?
“Yes,” you responded plainly.
He finally made eye contact with you then, a smirk playing at his lips. “But you’ll let me fuck you?”
Ah, now you understood. Ten was enjoying this, was enjoying that you’d denied so many others what you were willing to give to him so freely. Somehow, that turned you on even more, knowing you’d pleased him. You nodded at him eagerly, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“Why?” he asked.
Your blush returned, even fiercer than before. “You know why, Ten.”
“But I want to hear you say it.” He leaned down, crawling back over your body, his movements that of a feline stalking its prey. His face hovered over yours as he watched you expectantly.
You were already so gone for him, practically obsessed. You knew that you would eventually have to confess this to him if you ever wanted your friendship to become more. But what kind of life could you have together? He was breaking so many rules just by being here with you. Being with Ten would be messy and complicated. So many things could go wrong. Would it be worth it?
You knew the answer before you’d even asked yourself the question.
“Because I… I have feelings for you.” Okay, maybe you were still too scared to lay all your cards on the table, maybe you needed to ease into it.
Ten smiled wide. “That’s good,” he said, sucking a mark into your neck while you squirmed underneath him, “because I’m pretty sure I’m completely in love with you.” He said it so casually, like he wasn’t afraid of it at all. But you were terrified, so terrified of letting him in only for him to one day want out. 
Still, he shared this with you, despite your not having given him the same courtesy. He had no expectations of you, demanded no emotional labor, was willing to take whatever you would give if you would just let him give to you in return. He was better than you could ever ask for, far better than you deserved. You wanted him to know that, but your heart was so fragile, trapped within so much scar tissue you didn’t know if anyone would ever be able to reach it again, at least not completely.
“We can talk about it later,” Ten offered, breaking you from your reverie. He smoothed his thumb over your forehead, which had furrowed with your deep thought. “Now, where were we?” 
His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss, reigniting the flames that had been blazing through your veins before you’d distracted yourself. He trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck, then began to unzip your hoodie with his teeth. You sat up on your elbows to watch and, about halfway along, he noticed a remarkable lack of fabric underneath, lifting his gaze to yours.
“No bra?” You just shook your head, eager for him to continue. “Naughty girl,” he practically sang before placing an open-mouthed kiss on the skin over your breast bone, sending a shiver down your spine. After completing his task, he sat back on his heels again, pulling you with so you could slip your hoodie off your shoulders and toss it aside. You thought you’d be more anxious about being topless in front of him, but the way he looked at you, like you were the most exquisite thing he’d ever laid his eyes on, wouldn’t allow it.
While he was enjoying the view, you decided he should be as naked as you were and reached out to tug his sweater off his arms. He caught onto what you were trying to do and took over, his sweater falling to the ground as he crossed his arms and lifted his t-shirt off over his head. Your mind went completely blank when you saw the tattoo on his chest, framing his left nipple. “It’s real?” you whispered in awe, your fingertips brushing over the artwork.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice a dangerous mixture of amusement and intrigue.
You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Um…”
He grinned. “Did you watch my music videos?” You chewed your lip nervously, refusing to make eye contact.
“Look, I—I felt bad after meeting you because everyone else at the party had known who you were except me, and I’d really enjoyed our conversation, so I decided it was only fair for me to dig into your discography a bit. One song turned into all of them, which took me to Youtube, so… yeah, I’ve watched them.” It wasn’t much of a competition, but this was easily the most ridiculous conversation you’d ever had while topless.
“What did you think?”
You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it, but you leaned forward and lapped your tongue over his nipple. 
He gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t that he hadn’t experienced it before, it was that he never expected it from you. 
You could tell he’d enjoyed it, so you decided to take it one step further, leaning back in and wrapping your lips around him. You sucked on his nipple with light pressure at first, but when you looked up at him and saw how entranced he was by your action, you sucked a little bit harder.
He couldn’t process the feeling of your mouth on him. His brain completely malfunctioned. By the time it rebooted, and he remembered his own name, he was desperate to move things along because he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to truly be inside you. So he used your hair as leverage and pulled you off of him, your mouth making an audible pop sound. He forced you to look up at him. “I’m guessing that means you liked them?”
You simpered. “I did. I liked them so much that, after a few of them, I had to turn off my lights and touch myself to the thought of you. I’ve imagined you fucking me so many times, I only wonder if the real you can measure up.”
Ten leveled you with a glare, grabbing your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”
“You’re surprised?” you quipped, your bratty nature taking over.
“Not in the least,” he replied. “But it’s going to get you in trouble.” His words went straight to your core. Before you could respond, he grabbed your shoulders and tossed you back against the pillows once more. He reached for your waistband again, but you didn’t stop him this time, your heart beating erratically as you watched him work. He skimmed the back of his fingers along the skin underneath, the muscles of your lower abdomen contracting at the teasing touch. He locked eyes with you. “May I?”
You were too nervous to speak, so you just nodded, lifting your hips as he pulled the fabric down and off your legs, taking your panties along with and throwing them elsewhere. His eyes never left you.
On instinct, you had brought your knees together to hide yourself. Ten was having none of that. He tapped your calf and simply said, “Open.” You knew it wasn’t a request.
Throwing your arm over your eyes, as if not seeing yourself bared to him might relieve some of the anxiety, you spread your legs wide. The cool air of the room hit your center and made you suck in a sharp breath. 
Ten didn’t notice your insecurity at first, too mesmerized by the absolute vision that was you naked before him. Maybe he was blinded by his love for you, but he thought your soaking wet cunt was a work of art. He was about to tell you as much when he saw that you had covered your eyes. “Hey,” he called. Reluctantly, you lifted your arm away from your face and looked at him. His eyes roved over your whole body again before they met yours. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed.
You were terrible at taking compliments, always had been, so instead of trying to figure out how, you beckoned him closer with your finger. He took the cue and draped himself over you, sighing at the heady feeling of your breasts against his chest, skin on skin.
Ten’s lips brushed over your ear as he whispered, “I know you told me to be patient, but you’re really testing me.” A shiver ran up your spine. 
He started to travel back down your body, laying kisses on your neck, your collarbone. He stopped to take special care of your breasts, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his hand played with the other. You arched your back underneath him, a breathy moan escaping despite your attempts to hold it in. 
“Your neck looks so beautiful when you do that,” Ten said, his voice filled with awe. You could feel his breath on your skin where he still hovered over your breast. “Makes me want to shove my cock down your throat until you forget how to breathe.”
For a moment, you did forget. “So do it,” you dared.
Ten’s jaw dropped just long enough for you to catch it before he schooled his expression. It gave you great pleasure knowing you’d taken him by surprise. He wasn’t the only one capable of playing dirty. “Maybe later,” he said. “I’d like to focus on you right now.”
And with that he continued his path downward until he settled himself between your legs. He placed his hands on your inner thighs and pressed them down against the bed, holding them there. His gaze held yours as he slowly licked a stripe all the way up your core, flicking his tongue when he reached its apex. Your hips instantly tried to move, seeking out more, but his hold was firm. You weren’t going to get anything that he didn’t choose to give to you.
After passing his tongue over you a few more times, teasing you mercilessly, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. As he did, he pressed his tongue against it over and over, keeping it soft so that it wasn’t too much. He kept up a steady pace, alternating between the two tactics and building the tension inside you bit by bit. It wasn’t long before you were on the verge of cumming. 
Your hand had moved to the back of his head, tangled in his hair, and you were crying out his name again and again. It was music to his ears. When he noticed that your noises had grown fewer and farther between, your body starting to seize up, he immediately removed his mouth from you and released your thighs from his hold, cutting off your high. You lay there in complete shock. “Wh…” you tried, your chest heaving. “Why did you do that? I-I was gonna cum.”
Ten chuckled and bent over you, lightly wrapping his hand around your neck. “You’re not allowed to cum until I want you to cum. And I don’t want you to cum until you’re so strung out on my touch that you’ll say or do anything for me to let you finish.” Your heart rate skyrocketed. You already felt strung out. 
“Ten, please, I feel so empty,” you sobbed.
He smirked. “You want my cock?”
“Yes, I do. I want it so bad.” Your voice was thick with need, and Ten had to work not to snap, to keep himself from just stuffing his dick inside you right then and there. 
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think I might need to get you ready for me.” He brought the hand he’d wrapped around your neck to his face, sucking two of his fingers between his lips to wet them thoroughly. His hand slid down your torso until he reached your center. His fingers brushed over your clit, still sensitive from his mouth, and you yelped. He swirled his fingertips around your entrance, and you lost all coherent thought, the anticipation too staggering to comprehend. 
When he finally thrust his two fingers inside you, all the air rushed from your lungs, and your hands scrabbled at his shoulders. He wasted no time, immediately pushing as deep as he could and curling his fingers. He quickly discovered that sweet spot within you and began to massage it relentlessly. You keened loudly, nebulas collapsing into stars behind your eyelids. As he did this, he showered you with kisses, stopping to leave a fresh love bite on your neck. 
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he said, his voice ragged, finally giving away how profoundly affected he was by all this. You were speechless, your ecstasy building to the point where your breath had stopped completely. “You’re close again. I can tell.” He added his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he continued to abuse your g-spot. It was too much. Your skin felt too tight. You were bursting at the seams. 
But just when the seams were about to give way, he removed his hand, leaving you suspended in an almost release, the tension in your body nearing painful. You wanted to scream or cry, but you didn’t have it in you. Your mind could only focus on making up the ground you lost when he stopped touching you. 
Ten licked his fingers clean, then hopped off the bed. For a split second, you were worried that he was going to abandon you and leave you unsatisfied, but then he reached for the button on his pants. Your pussy clenched on nothing, craving him entirely. His pants and briefs fell to the floor, and you could finally see him in all his glory. 
His hard work and training as a dancer was evident in his form, especially his legs. It was already unfair that he had a body like that along with a face as pretty as his own, but the fact that it was all attached to the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen was just disrespectful. Were cocks even supposed to be beautiful? 
He was bigger than you expected and, taking all of him in, you couldn’t help but wonder just how much damage he could do, the absolute havoc he could wreak on your body. The thought thrilled you. “You’re looking at me like you either want to fuck my brains out or murder me, but I’m not sure which one it is.”
You quirked your eyebrow playfully and said, “Come find out.” So he did.
Your heart raced as he put one knee on the bed, lifting himself up to join you once more. He knelt between your legs again, running his hands up and down your thighs. “You know,” he started, his hands stopping at the top of your thighs, “you have a pressure point in your hips, right where they meet your thighs.” He caressed the area with his thumbs. “And if you press it just right…”
His thumbs dug into your skin, and you instantly started writhing beneath him, your breath coming out in pants. It was the most acute mixture of pain and pleasure that you had ever experienced. You grabbed at his forearms, not sure if you were trying to keep him there or make him stop, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “T-Ten, I… Ah—Holy sh-shit,” you babbled incoherently.
Ten was losing his mind watching you fall apart. “Fuck, I’m gonna do so many terrible things to you.” And you could tell, could hear it in his voice that he wasn’t just referring to this particular moment in time, that his words had long term implications.
You should’ve been scared. His words should’ve scared you. But they didn’t because you needed him, and you would let him do just about anything if it meant you could have him. You were right where he wanted you.
He released you, pulling his hands away. Your body went totally lax, and you thought you might actually sink into the mattress. You were breathing heavily, like you’d just run a mile, yet somehow you’d never been more awake, awareness coming back to you sense by sense. You jolted as he ran the back of his hand over your face, bringing you back down to earth and reminding you of the agonizing emptiness inside you. “Are you okay, baby?” His voice was sweet and genuine, and it only made you ache for him that much more. The pet name absolutely drove you wild.
“Put your cock inside me.” Ten gave you a lopsided smile, visibly pleased with the state you were in. “Please, if you want me to be okay, you’ll put your cock inside me.”
He made a show of bringing his hand to his chin, tapping his finger as if he were deep in thought. “Hmmm… No, I don’t think I will.” Then he suddenly grabbed your thighs and gracefully rolled over so that he was on his back, and you were straddling him. “But I’ll let you do it,” he said.
You understood. He wanted to watch you get yourself off on him. And you were all too happy to oblige. Somehow, you found the energy to lift yourself up and poise your entrance above him. Your hand wrapped around his cock to line him up with you, and he hissed, impossibly hard and worked up from playing with you for so long. My, how the tables turn. 
You placed your palms on his chest and slowly, oh so slowly, you slid down onto him. He split you open, and it hurt. But it hurt the way it did when you stretched a muscle after a long time without using it. Once you got past the initial pain, it would start to feel good. And there was even a part of you that enjoyed the pain. 
Ten’s hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles white, and he groaned as you moved up and down, taking more and more of him in each time until he was fully sheathed inside you. 
“You’re so tight,” he grunted. “And warm and wet, fuck, how do you feel this good?”
Internally, you were wondering the same. Ten made you feel so full, reached just deep enough inside of you, like a missing puzzle piece. It felt like he was created with you in mind.
His hand came up to cup your jaw. “Now are you okay?” 
You were more than okay, but just to be sure, you spread your legs a little wider, settling down onto him even further, taking him as deep as you possibly could in this position. Then you rolled your hips a little bit, letting your walls get used to the shape of him. And if you’d thought he fit inside you before, you’d been a fool because this was even better. “Perfect,” you sighed, your mouth falling open into a lazy, drunken grin as your eyes fluttered shut.
Ten couldn’t believe his eyes. The sight of you on top of him, smiling as if having him inside you was the greatest thing you’d ever experienced, your pussy hugging his cock like it was welcoming him home. It was almost too much. He needed to regain some semblance of control, so he grabbed your hips and started guiding your movements, but rather than focusing on his own pleasure, he ensured that your clit brushed against his pelvis with each pass.
That telltale tension started building inside you again, wanton moans pouring from your lips, your nails dragging down Ten’s chest. In response, he sat up and tucked his legs under his knees, holding you in his lap and wrapping his arms around you, his touch slowly trailing down your spine, making you shiver.
He leaned in and kissed your neck softly while continuing to thrust up into you. His voice shook with his motions as he asked, “Have I met your expectations so far? Or would you prefer to go on fucking me in your imagination from now on?”
You laughed breathlessly, amazed that he had the wherewithal to reference the snarky comment you’d made. “The real you definitely takes the cake, but you know what? I think you’re holding out on me.”
He met your eyes and tilted his head. “You told me to be patient.”
“Well, I changed my mind,” you countered.
Ten smirked at you. “Fine,” he said, “but you asked for it.” He stopped fucking you and pulled you off of him, ignoring you as you whined at the loss. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, and you did so without hesitation. He made an appreciative noise as he moved behind you, running his palms over your lower back. “That didn’t take much convincing,” he teased. “I bet you’d do just about anything I asked right now, wouldn’t you?”
You were glad he couldn’t see the way your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Quietly, you responded, “I just want to be good for you.”
And Ten had never heard anything so sexy yet so sweet. Of course, he’d also never known a person so sexy yet so sweet as you either. You were just special that way. 
More determined than ever to please you, he reached forward and wrapped your hair around his wrist. He pulled you up by it, bringing your back to his chest, your ass to his groin. He moved all of your hair to the side, giving him access to as much of your skin as possible. Your head fell back against his shoulder naturally. 
He turned his head so that his lips were brushing against your ear. “Oh, but you are good, Y/N.” 
As he spoke your name, he pushed himself back inside you, and you cried out at the combination of his praise with the sensation of his cock stretching you open. 
He started fucking you, much harder than before, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing throughout your bedroom, accompanied only by the desperate noises you were making. This new position had him hitting you at a different angle, reaching that sweet spot inside you which he had discovered earlier with his fingers. You were quickly beginning to unravel, your climax drawing near. 
The way your pussy sporadically clenched around Ten’s cock drew pretty moans from his throat, music to your ears, only adding to your mounting pleasure. 
His hand snaked around your waist and down to rub steady circles into your clit, and you keened loudly, the rubberband inside you gone completely taut, ready to snap. He sounded absolutely wrecked as he whispered, “You’re so good, baby. Such a good, perfect girl.”
You were sobbing as you came, pure starlight shooting out from your core and coating your veins. Ten’s edging had wound you up so tight that your orgasm completely overwhelmed you, the feeling so intense that you nearly blacked out. He fucked you through it, prolonging your release, which had already lasted twice as long as any orgasm you’d ever had before it. It felt like it lasted forever. Your grasp on reality grew weak, all comprehension of where or who you were becoming a faint memory.
Eventually, the powerful spasming of your pussy brought Ten to his end, his whole body going still. When he came, he bit down on the side of your neck, hard, and groaned into your skin. He painted your walls with his spend until it was dripping out of you around his cock. 
But he was still hard. You drifted back down to earth just in time to make this realization, and you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled out of you, making you suck in a sharp breath, then laid you down on your back, your head hitting the pillows. “What now?” you asked, your throat raw from how you’d screamed throughout your climax. 
He laid on top of you, then slowly ran his hands up your body, along your arms, until he reached your hands and laced your fingers with his, holding them above you on the bed. He bumped his nose against yours playfully, then smiled tenderly and said, “Now I’m going to make love to you.”
Before you could process his words, he entered you again, making you gasp, still overly sensitive from your orgasm. He rolled his hips into yours leisurely and kissed you deeply, overloading your senses and bringing tears to your eyes. 
Ten broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into your neck, his thrusts gradually picking up speed. “I wish I could live inside you,” he sighed. “Would you let me, baby? Let me keep my cock buried deep inside you every second of every day?” You choked on a moan, only able to nod at him in response. “Use your words, Y/N.”
“Yes,” you whined, your lungs on fire. “Yes, I would let you. Now that I know what it’s like to have you inside me, how good it is, I don’t know how I’m going to live without it.”
His thrusts became erratic, the two of you reaching a fever pitch. You were terrified of cumming again, knowing it would ruin you. It didn’t matter how much he’d edged you before your first orgasm, the second was always more mind-blowing than the first. 
The suspense of your oncoming climax was spellbinding, and when Ten leaned up on his elbows to stare into your eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. “Ten,” you whimpered, drawing his attention.
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you.”
Ten’s face lit up, his smile absolutely blinding, heartbreakingly beautiful. “And I love you,” he said. “Every day, I find something new to love about you. You know what I discovered today?” You shook your head, too close to the edge to formulate anymore words. His smile turned wicked. “How pretty you look when you cum.” 
Like magic, your orgasm washed over you, a cloudburst of bliss. Your hips bucked up into his violently as you lost all sense of control, your eyes rolling back into your head and your mouth open in a silent cry, all the oxygen having rushed out of your lungs. You must have actually passed out this time because, the next thing you knew, Ten was soft and slipping out of you, his cum leaking from your throbbing hole. 
He lifted himself off of you and lay at your side, then drew you into his heaving chest, wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. He grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it over the two of you.
You could already feel the fatigue soaking into your limbs, and you knew you would face consequences for what you’d just put your body through when you woke up in the morning. 
“Good night, Y/N.” He ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.
You yawned against his skin. “Good night, Ten.”
The next morning, you woke up to an ache all over your body. You stretched, and your muscles protested, sore from the previous evening’s activities. After cataloguing each of the individual pains, you realized that the rest of the bed was empty. You were alone.
At first, you panicked, afraid that Ten regretted what happened and didn’t want to face you. But then you noticed the piece of paper sitting on the pillow next to you and picked it up to find Ten’s unique scrawl decorating it.
Please, don’t read too much into the fact that I’m gone. I had a schedule that I couldn’t skip out on. If it were up to me, I’d never leave your bed. Last night was the best night of my life, and I can’t wait to be in your arms again.
P.S. When I leaned over to kiss you goodbye this morning, you responded eagerly while still asleep. This phenomenon will require extensive research.
You smiled to yourself, fighting the urge to giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl. Sitting up, you grabbed your cell phone off the nightstand. As you turned to reach for it, you felt a sting in your neck. You touched the spot with your fingertips and hissed at the sharp twinge it caused. 
You opened up the front-facing camera on your phone and discovered the problem. There was a vibrant bruise on your neck in the shape of Ten’s teeth, a giant, glaring bite mark. Stunned, you snapped a photo of the impressive blemish and started a new message.
Me: Thanks a lot, Dracula! I was supposed to go out in public today, you know.
About thirty minutes later, after you’d taken a quick shower and stripped the sheets from your bed to be put in the laundry, you checked your phone again.
Ten: You should
Ten: And you should also wear your hair up :)
You scoffed at his response and immediately replied.
Me: You will pay for this.
Ten: Looking forward to it
Rolling your eyes fondly, you flopped onto your bed, wondering when you would see him again.
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A/N: I'm sorry, this took so much longer for me to post than I anticipated, but I hope y'all love it! And I hope y'all are excited for more because this story is far from over yet! As always, please feel free to share your thoughts with me :)
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Dedication (part 4)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, smut
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; Ten gets a little jealous; and then Ten gets a little saucy; Y/N is not god's strongest soldier; frottage; nipple play; cunnilingus; fingering; pressure points; edging; penetrative sex; unprotected sex (don't try this at home); multiple orgasms; creampie; biting; dom/sub dynamics if you squint; and the most scandalous of all... passionate love confessions
Summary: After getting you to open up to him about such an important part of your past, Ten is ready to take your relationship to the next level, to get you to open up to him in every way possible. But is it too late? Did he miss his chance? Or is he simply being presented with the perfect opportunity to make you his?
Word Count: 9.2k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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A few days passed before Ten got the chance to see you again. But when the day finally came, he was so excited.
You’d hugged him. You’d let him hold you in his arms, and it was electrifying. Things were different now. They had to be. And he was ready to explore those differences.
But what he wasn’t ready for was when you opened your front door that evening. What he wasn’t ready for was you in a slinky black cocktail dress and heels. What he wasn’t ready for was you with your hair perfectly styled, makeup expertly done, and your perfume wafting through the air.
He thought the everyday you was perfect, beautiful in every way. The you that Ten usually interacted with wore comfy clothes and little to no make up and the extent of styling you did with your hair was throwing it up in a hair tie or butterfly clip. That you was devastating in her own right, but he had grown accustomed to that you.
This you was a whole new brand of devastation. It shook him to his core. It took every ounce of his extremely limited willpower not to grab you by the neck and immediately plant one on you.
When the shock wore off, though, Ten realized he was missing a lot of context clues. He hadn’t texted you to let you know he was coming, so there was no way you were dolled up for him. Meaning you were dolled up like this for someone else. Which was completely unacceptable. But he needed his fears to be confirmed before he could let himself really break down.
“Going out?“ he asked, playing it cool. No hello or how are you, just a plea for you to save him from this waking nightmare. 
You nodded curtly. “Yeah, I promised Karina I’d go out with this guy she works with.” A light bulb appeared to go off in your head. “But since you’re here, I can cancel! I can just tell the guy I’ve got other plans and–”
“Oh no you don’t!” Karina cut you off, voice calling out from her bedroom. She scurried down the stairs, invading your personal space where you still stood in the foyer. “You promised me you’d go, so you’re going. If it really matters to Ten that much, he can hang out with me here and wait for you to get back.”
“What? You can’t be serious, Kay.”
“No, it’s fine,” Ten said, surprising himself with the sound of his own voice. “I can wait for you.”
That made your heart clench. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He smiled sincerely.
Before you could really register what it all meant, a car was pulling into your driveway and lightly honking, your date notifying you of his arrival. Ten wanted to run out and strangle the guy for exhibiting such a blatant lack of chivalry. “Okay… I guess I’ll see you later.” Then you grabbed your purse off the banister and walked toward the unfamiliar vehicle, heels clicking the whole way.
“Have fun!” Karina called after you.
Once the door was closed, Ten turned on her, face set with a death glare the likes of which this world had never seen. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t murder you right now.”
She just laughed. “Please, you should be thanking me.”
“In what universe would I thank you for setting your coworker up on a date with my–”
“Your what, Ten? She’s not your anything right now. And if you two keep dancing around each other the way you have been, she never will be.”
He hated to admit it, but she had a point. “Go on.”
“I set her up on a date with a guy I know for a fact she is not compatible with. She’s going to have a terrible time. The whole date, all she’s going to be thinking about is how much she wishes she were with you. But unlike usual, she’ll be forced to look at you from a romantic perspective. Believe me, the only person I’m really trying to set up here is you with success.”
Ten thought about what she was suggesting. He imagined you wishing it were him in your date’s place, imagined you really considering him as a potential romantic partner, and it made him feel almost giddy inside. He softened his glare at Karina. “You’re an evil genius.”
“Yes, I know,” she boasted, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Now I’m going to hit up one of the dudes from my roster for some playtime so that you and Y/N can have the place to yourselves for a bit when she gets back. Cool?”
“Cool,” he replied.
“This is where you thank me, Ten.”
“I’ll thank you if it works.”
She groaned at his pessimism, “It’s going to work. Seriously, I’ll bet you twenty bucks that you two kiss by the end of the night.” 
Ten would bet a million bucks if it meant he got to kiss you. “Deal.” And then they shook on it.
You were gone longer than expected, not returning for several hours, the clock about to hit midnight. Karina was still out, but Ten didn’t know if she intended to stay out, didn’t know how much time he had. However much it was, he’d have to make the most of it. 
Ten was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs when you walked in, instantly leaning against the doorway and pulling the heels off your feet, aching from what you’d just put them through. “Feet hurt?”
“Yes,” you whined, a pout forming on your lips, and Ten knew then that he hadn’t lost you to whichever schmuck had been lucky enough to take you out. “I didn’t know what he had planned for the date. He wanted to surprise me. He took me to dinner at this cute little Italian restaurant, which was nice, but then afterwards, he decided to take me to a salsa dancing class. And in theory, that’s a really fun date idea, but not when you haven’t worn heels in months.”
You hung your purse back on the banister and started hobbling toward the couch in the living room, desperate to get off your feet. Ten sat down next to you, which was normal. However, he sat much closer to you, your shoulders and knees touching each other, which was not normal. It made your insides squirm. “So, salsa dancing aside,” he prompted, “how did the date go?” 
You tilted your head at him. “You really wanna know?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Why?” you asked, suspicious.
“Curiosity,” he said, which was technically true.  
“Hm. Well, if you’re that curious, I had a nice time, but I don’t really see it going anywhere.”
Ten smiled, victorious, but pressed further. “If you had a nice time, why don’t you see it going anywhere?”
“Because you can have a nice time with someone and still not have chemistry with them,” you answered plainly.
“And what constitutes having chemistry with someone for you?” 
Your suspicions grew. He was definitely up to something. “So many questions this evening, Ten.”
“So much evasion this evening, Y/N,” he volleyed.
Your jaw dropped. “I’m not evading anything!” you argued, indignant.
“Then say what you really mean.”
“He just didn’t do it for me, okay?” The words came out in a rush. “I wasn’t attracted to him. He was nice and funny and smart and even good-looking, but he wasn’t…” You trailed off, your mind dangerously close to forbidden ground.
“Wasn’t what?” Ten urged.
Wasn’t you. “He wasn’t the one,” you misdirected.
“And you could tell from just one date? That hardly seems fair.”
You practically growled at him, “Would you like me to call him and schedule a second date? Or perhaps you’d like to date him so we can compare notes!”
“Oh, you’re very upset about this,” Ten observed, tickled by your behavior.
“I am not—“ you started to shout, then stopped. Taking a deep breath, you tried again. “I am not upset. I just don’t like being interrogated.”
No, you just don’t like how close you are to admitting that you have feelings for me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrogate you.” Ten grabbed your hand and started lightly tracing the lines in your palm, lulling you into a false sense of security before going in for the kill. “So did he try to kiss you?”
“Seriously, Ten?” You suddenly stood up, yanking your hand from his grip and walking back toward the stairs, anxious to escape. 
Ten followed after you, grasping your elbow and stopping you by the front door, twisting you to face him. “Well, did he?”
“No, Ten, he did not try to kiss me,” you yielded, stomping your foot in frustration.
“Now that’s surprising.”
“What? Why?” you asked, breathless.
“Because if you went on a date with me and showed up looking like this,” his eyes were like a white hot branding iron, scorching every inch of you as he slowly looked you over, ”I wouldn’t have been able to think about anything else.” 
You shut your eyes tight. There’s no way this was really happening. You had to be out of your mind. 
Ten’s voice cut in again, compelling you to accept that this was all too real. “Come on, you’re telling me there’s not even a small part of you that wants to know?” 
“Wants to know what, Ten?”
He walked forward, crowding you, forcing you back against the door. “What it would be like.”
“What what would be like?” you goaded, growing impatient.
“Kissing me,” Ten clarified.
It felt like your body took a screenshot. “Ten—“
“I definitely wouldn’t mind knowing what kissing a perfect person feels like,” he confessed, leaning in to trail his nose up your neck.
You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. “Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Try to make me feel special.”
He took your wrists in his hands, prying them away from your face and demanding that you look at him. “I’m not trying to make you feel special. I’m just trying to show you that you already are.”
You didn’t say anything, allowing his words to wash over you. The air was thick with tension.
When your silence persisted, he figured maybe he’d pushed his luck enough for one night. “I guess I’d better get going.”
But you reached out and clutched the front of his shirt, holding him in place. “I don’t want you to leave,” you admitted.
His heart thudded against his rib cage. “Does that mean you want me to stay?” You opened your mouth to answer, but he didn’t give you the chance. “Scratch that. I have a better question. If I did stay, what would happen?”
Your head felt fuzzy. “That’s a pretty loaded question, Ten.”
He chuckled, the sound dark, almost threatening. “Is it? Would you prefer multiple choice? I’d be happy to give you some options.” He closed the space between your bodies, his hips pressing yours into the door, the space between your lips now the only space remaining. “I’ll even give you an ‘all of the above’ option.”
“That’s very generous of you,” you whispered, voice shaking, cheeks burning.
He bumped your nose with his, leaning in. You could feel his breath on your lips. “You’re pretty when you’re flustered, you know that?”
Just as your lips were about to meet, you heard a key jiggling the lock on your door and nearly jumped out of your skin. Karina was home. The two of you reluctantly moved away from the door, the moment now broken. 
Upon walking inside and seeing your disheveled state, Karina fought the urge to pump her fist in the air. She assumed she’d walked in on Ten’s success already in progress and headed straight up the stairs, offering a brief, “Good night, guys!” 
Ten huffed, frustrated by the interruption. Against your better judgment, you found yourself feeling that same frustration. It felt like you’d missed out on something beautiful, like you’d blinked just as the sun rose, the magic of daybreak evading you.
You were in a haze as he summoned his car keys and made for the door. “Sleep tight, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And then he left.
You didn’t even remember walking up to your room or changing out of your dress, but you must have because the next thing you knew you were laying under your covers, staring blankly up at the ceiling, your thoughts rushing through your mind so torrentially you thought you might actually go blind. 
You had almost kissed Ten. And you were going to see him tomorrow.
How were you supposed to act around him now?
The sun was peeking in through your window, and you could hear the birds chirping by the time you finally managed to rest.
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The following day, every moment you spent after waking up was spent in anticipation. You brushed your teeth in anticipation. You removed the previous night’s makeup from your face in anticipation. You made your bed in anticipation. You got dressed in anticipation. You ate breakfast in anticipation. You did household chores in anticipation. And to make matters worse, you were exhausted since you had only gotten about an hour or two of sleep, so your brain was just a hotbed for anxiety and stress.
You were sitting on your bed, reading but not really absorbing anything you read, when he finally showed up, knocking on the door. Karina was about to leave for work, a dreaded closing shift, so she let him in. “Hey, Ten!”
“You owe me twenty bucks,” he said, rushing past her and climbing the stairs rapidly, taking two at a time. And then he was in your room, standing in front of you as you gaped at him like you hadn’t actually believed he would show up today, like you expected him to realize he’d made a horrible mistake and never speak to you again.
“Hi,” you said dumbly.
“Hi,” he graciously responded. He took a step towards your bed, and you almost swallowed your tongue. He took the book from your hands and set it on your nightstand. “So,” he tried, “what do you wanna do today?”
You blinked at him several times, too many times, before generating the brainpower required to even attempt answering him. “Um, w-we could… I don’t know, or maybe… But if you’d rather–”
“Wanna watch a movie?” he suggested.
Swallowing hard, you nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
He took the initiative, grabbing your laptop and opening it up to start playing Spirited Away. You settled back into your pillows, and maybe five minutes into the movie, you felt your eyelids getting heavy.
Eventually, you fell asleep, your soft snores filling the small room, so Ten closed your laptop and moved it over to your desk before rejoining you on the bed. He lay on his side next to you, as close as he could be without disturbing you, leaning up on his elbow and staring down at you, his cheek against his palm, taking advantage of the rare opportunity to openly admire you.
You looked so sweet as you slept, your mouth just slightly parted, your chest rising and falling with your peaceful breath. He drank you in, the way your dark lashes fanned out over your cheeks, the gentle slope of your nose, the fullness of your lips, how soft and pink they looked in the dim light of the setting sun, your long, sinuous neck, leading to pronounced and appetizing collarbones, the curve of your breast beneath your hoodie, the bare skin of your waist where your hoodie had ridden up. You had a smattering of small scars on your lower abdomen. He wanted to trace them with his touch, wanted to know the story behind them.
He was just beginning to take in the sight of your supple hips when you suddenly let out a small whimper and rolled toward him onto your side. You were much closer to him now, which he would’ve reveled in if not for the way you were shivering against him, wincing every so often, pitiful cries pouring from your lips. Ten felt something wrench inside his chest, his heart ready to shatter at the image of you having a nightmare in front of him.
When you quietly whispered, “No, please don’t,” your brows furrowed and your hands clenched into fists, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Y/N,” he said tenderly, hoping he could wake you without adding to your unconscious terror.
You didn’t wake, but you must have heard him from wherever you’d been trapped inside your mind because your cries stopped. Your hand shot out to fist in his shirt, pulling him closer, even closer, so you could nuzzle into his chest. His heart was beating so fast he was sure you would hear it and stir, but still you slept. Your face had relaxed, your countenance much more peaceful, almost happy. You were beautiful, so beautiful, and it made him ache. He loved you so much he felt like he could cry.
Then you sighed and spoke again, the most lovely sound he’d ever heard, “Mmmmm, Ten.”
It was too much for him to bear, knowing that you’d recognized his presence from within your deep sleep, knowing that it was him specifically who had brought you peace, who had soothed you. He couldn’t help but to reach out and place his hand on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. What he wouldn’t give to truly get his hands on you. He’d ensure that you know nothing but sweet dreams for the rest of your life.
At his touch, your eyes fluttered open, causing him to pull away. You came out of your sleep slowly, your consciousness returning bit by bit, like sand passing through an hourglass. At first, you weren’t quite sure of where you were. You would’ve sworn you could smell Ten, the scent of his cologne, the scent of his skin, a hint of sweat and something much stronger, something very particular to him. As your bleary eyes began to focus, your vision clearing, you realized you were staring at someone’s chest, toned and wrapped in a fitted white t-shirt, a fleecy sweater layered on top of it.
Oh god.
You looked up to see Ten gazing back at you, his eyes nebulous with some unspoken emotion that overwhelmed you. His face was only inches from yours. You could feel his breath ghosting over your skin, and it did something to you, something that made your stomach do backflips inside your torso. You scrambled, unable to withstand the silence, unable to withstand his stare. “I-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I guess I was more tired than I realized.” 
“It’s okay,” he replied warmly. “I didn’t mind.”
Neither of you moved, remaining tangled with one another, soaking in each other’s warmth, losing track of the seconds passing. Your throat felt dry, and your palms started to sweat. You didn’t know what to do. You also didn’t know what he wanted you to do, which was even worse. 
Ten didn’t seem to be so affected by your proximity. 
In truth, he was just as affected by your being close to him as he had been that first morning after the night he’d met you, sat at the coffee table, listening to you talk about Shakespeare. Only now he’d grown comfortable with this sensation. He’d grown comfortable with the way his vital signs all reached dangerous levels when you were near him. The hastening of his heart rate, the labor in his breathing, the way his skin ran hot all over. These feelings, he was used to them now. They were natural to him, although no less powerful.
But to your eyes, he seemed perfectly at ease. And you didn’t know if you loved or hated that. On one hand, you wanted him to be freaking out as much as you were because it might be a sign that you make him nervous, that he’s feeling even a fraction of what you’re feeling for him. But on the other hand, him feeling comfortable with being this close to you might mean that he’d be comfortable getting even closer. And it was that thought which spurred you into action, convinced you to take a chance, to see what might have happened if Karina hadn’t interrupted you last night.
You brought your hand back to his chest, laying your palm flat over his heart. “Ten,” you started. You were practically whispering, but your voice sounded so loud in the quiet room. “Can you do me a favor?”
He smiled at you sweetly. “Anything.”
You swallowed hard and slid your hand up his chest, onto the side of his neck. “Will you kiss me?”
Ten’s pupils blew wide at your request. Maybe it was him who’d fallen asleep. Maybe he was dreaming. “A-Are you sure?” he stuttered, uncharacteristically timid.
“Yes,” you answered. He still looked uncertain, so you lightly squeezed his neck and begged, “Please, Ten. I need to know.”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, clearing the fog of uncertainty, and he smiled brightly as he brought his hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze fell to your lips as he leaned in and met them with his own. 
Your body was flooded with euphoria. His lips were soft but insistent, much like he himself was. He leaned over you, taking command of the kiss, his hand now framing your face. You were powerless, instantly at his mercy. You sighed into the kiss, your fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his head and giving it a slight tug.
A whine sounded from the back of his throat, and he moved to grip your jaw, forcing it open, so that he could slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your skin broke out in goosebumps at the thrill of tasting him. He was filling up all of your senses now. Everything was Ten. You were starting to understand how people could call another person their whole world.
But you wanted more. You needed more. So you hiked your leg up and over Ten’s hip, bringing your center flush with his, leaving nothing between you but the fabric of your clothes. He slipped his hand down to your waist, holding you to him. The feel of his palm against your bare skin was a lightning strike, waking up every nerve in your body. In response to the sensation, you gave an encouraging roll of your hips, and Ten groaned, sucking on your tongue. You rolled your hips again, experimenting, seeing what he might do. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but you certainly weren’t prepared when he suddenly grabbed your ass and retaliated with a gyration of his own, driving the bulge of his now hardened member right into your clit and making you keen. You clung to him desperately, rubbing yourself all over him, completely primal, chasing your release.
And then he was breaking the kiss, his grip stilling your movements, his chest heaving as he said, “You better stop that.”
You took in Ten’s current state, his kiss swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, his mussed hair. It was incredible, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him completely wrecked. “Or what?” you asked, misbehaving.
He smirked and pushed your shoulder so that you were lying on your back, lifting himself on top of you. Your legs opened for him instinctively, and he settled himself between them. “Or I’ll fuck you into this mattress.” He punctuated his words by grinding himself down into you, and your hands grasped at the blanket beneath you as you gasped for air, drowning in arousal.
“Please,” you cried.
“Oh, I love it when you beg,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck, his forearms framing your head. “Please what?” You could hear the smug grin in his voice, but you were too far gone to care, nearly delirious with want, your pride a distant, fading memory.
“Please fuck me.”
“Mmmmm, well…” he leaned up and sat back on his heels, his hands reaching for the waistband of your sweatpants, “since you asked so nicely.”
He was just about to pull them off your hips when you abruptly grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He froze in his movements and looked at you with a questioning brow. It had finally hit you that you were really doing this, and if you were really doing this, you wanted to be as open and honest with him as possible. “Ten, in the interest of full disclosure… I should probably tell you that it’s been a pretty long time since I did this, so I may need you to be slightly more patient than you’re used to.”
He hummed in understanding, his gaze falling back to your clothed center. He ran his fingers over the fabric and your hips bucked up to meet his touch, its pressure so light, just enough to leave you aching for more. “How long?”
You were so turned on by what he was almost doing to you that you barely registered his question at first, but once you did, you blushed and looked away. “Long enough for me to be embarrassed by it,” you pouted.
“How long?” he repeated more firmly.
Why did he want to know so badly? Your blush deepened as you quietly said, “It’s been like three years, okay? I haven’t been with anyone like this since my freshman year.” You mustered the courage to look at him, curious of his reaction, but he was still focused on where his hand was teasing you.
“Well, there’s absolutely no way you went that long without anyone being interested in sleeping with you,” he said, matter-of-fact.
You huffed a laugh. “There were… attempts.”
“I assume that means you rejected them?” he prompted. Where was he going with this?
“Yes,” you responded plainly.
He finally made eye contact with you then, a smirk playing at his lips. “But you’ll let me fuck you?”
Ah, now you understood. Ten was enjoying this, was enjoying that you’d denied so many others what you were willing to give to him so freely. Somehow, that turned you on even more, knowing you’d pleased him. You nodded at him eagerly, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
“Why?” he asked.
Your blush returned, even fiercer than before. “You know why, Ten.”
“But I want to hear you say it.” He leaned down, crawling back over your body, his movements that of a feline stalking its prey. His face hovered over yours as he watched you expectantly.
You were already so gone for him, practically obsessed. You knew that you would eventually have to confess this to him if you ever wanted your friendship to become more. But what kind of life could you have together? He was breaking so many rules just by being here with you. Being with Ten would be messy and complicated. So many things could go wrong. Would it be worth it?
You knew the answer before you’d even asked yourself the question.
“Because I… I have feelings for you.” Okay, maybe you were still too scared to lay all your cards on the table, maybe you needed to ease into it.
Ten smiled wide. “That’s good,” he said, sucking a mark into your neck while you squirmed underneath him, “because I’m pretty sure I’m completely in love with you.” He said it so casually, like he wasn’t afraid of it at all. But you were terrified, so terrified of letting him in only for him to one day want out. 
Still, he shared this with you, despite your not having given him the same courtesy. He had no expectations of you, demanded no emotional labor, was willing to take whatever you would give if you would just let him give to you in return. He was better than you could ever ask for, far better than you deserved. You wanted him to know that, but your heart was so fragile, trapped within so much scar tissue you didn’t know if anyone would ever be able to reach it again, at least not completely.
“We can talk about it later,” Ten offered, breaking you from your reverie. He smoothed his thumb over your forehead, which had furrowed with your deep thought. “Now, where were we?” 
His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss, reigniting the flames that had been blazing through your veins before you’d distracted yourself. He trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck, then began to unzip your hoodie with his teeth. You sat up on your elbows to watch and, about halfway along, he noticed a remarkable lack of fabric underneath, lifting his gaze to yours.
“No bra?” You just shook your head, eager for him to continue. “Naughty girl,” he practically sang before placing an open-mouthed kiss on the skin over your breast bone, sending a shiver down your spine. After completing his task, he sat back on his heels again, pulling you with so you could slip your hoodie off your shoulders and toss it aside. You thought you’d be more anxious about being topless in front of him, but the way he looked at you, like you were the most exquisite thing he’d ever laid his eyes on, wouldn’t allow it.
While he was enjoying the view, you decided he should be as naked as you were and reached out to tug his sweater off his arms. He caught onto what you were trying to do and took over, his sweater falling to the ground as he crossed his arms and lifted his t-shirt off over his head. Your mind went completely blank when you saw the tattoo on his chest, framing his left nipple. “It’s real?” you whispered in awe, your fingertips brushing over the artwork.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice a dangerous mixture of amusement and intrigue.
You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Um…”
He grinned. “Did you watch my music videos?” You chewed your lip nervously, refusing to make eye contact.
“Look, I—I felt bad after meeting you because everyone else at the party had known who you were except me, and I’d really enjoyed our conversation, so I decided it was only fair for me to dig into your discography a bit. One song turned into all of them, which took me to Youtube, so… yeah, I’ve watched them.” It wasn’t much of a competition, but this was easily the most ridiculous conversation you’d ever had while topless.
“What did you think?”
You weren’t sure what possessed you to do it, but you leaned forward and lapped your tongue over his nipple. 
He gasped at the sensation. It wasn’t that he hadn’t experienced it before, it was that he never expected it from you. 
You could tell he’d enjoyed it, so you decided to take it one step further, leaning back in and wrapping your lips around him. You sucked on his nipple with light pressure at first, but when you looked up at him and saw how entranced he was by your action, you sucked a little bit harder.
He couldn’t process the feeling of your mouth on him. His brain completely malfunctioned. By the time it rebooted, and he remembered his own name, he was desperate to move things along because he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to truly be inside you. So he used your hair as leverage and pulled you off of him, your mouth making an audible pop sound. He forced you to look up at him. “I’m guessing that means you liked them?”
You simpered. “I did. I liked them so much that, after a few of them, I had to turn off my lights and touch myself to the thought of you. I’ve imagined you fucking me so many times, I only wonder if the real you can measure up.”
Ten leveled you with a glare, grabbing your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”
“You’re surprised?” you quipped, your bratty nature taking over.
“Not in the least,” he replied. “But it’s going to get you in trouble.” His words went straight to your core. Before you could respond, he grabbed your shoulders and tossed you back against the pillows once more. He reached for your waistband again, but you didn’t stop him this time, your heart beating erratically as you watched him work. He skimmed the back of his fingers along the skin underneath, the muscles of your lower abdomen contracting at the teasing touch. He locked eyes with you. “May I?”
You were too nervous to speak, so you just nodded, lifting your hips as he pulled the fabric down and off your legs, taking your panties along with and throwing them elsewhere. His eyes never left you.
On instinct, you had brought your knees together to hide yourself. Ten was having none of that. He tapped your calf and simply said, “Open.” You knew it wasn’t a request.
Throwing your arm over your eyes, as if not seeing yourself bared to him might relieve some of the anxiety, you spread your legs wide. The cool air of the room hit your center and made you suck in a sharp breath. 
Ten didn’t notice your insecurity at first, too mesmerized by the absolute vision that was you naked before him. Maybe he was blinded by his love for you, but he thought your soaking wet cunt was a work of art. He was about to tell you as much when he saw that you had covered your eyes. “Hey,” he called. Reluctantly, you lifted your arm away from your face and looked at him. His eyes roved over your whole body again before they met yours. “You’re gorgeous,” he breathed.
You were terrible at taking compliments, always had been, so instead of trying to figure out how, you beckoned him closer with your finger. He took the cue and draped himself over you, sighing at the heady feeling of your breasts against his chest, skin on skin.
Ten’s lips brushed over your ear as he whispered, “I know you told me to be patient, but you’re really testing me.” A shiver ran up your spine. 
He started to travel back down your body, laying kisses on your neck, your collarbone. He stopped to take special care of your breasts, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it while his hand played with the other. You arched your back underneath him, a breathy moan escaping despite your attempts to hold it in. 
“Your neck looks so beautiful when you do that,” Ten said, his voice filled with awe. You could feel his breath on your skin where he still hovered over your breast. “Makes me want to shove my cock down your throat until you forget how to breathe.”
For a moment, you did forget. “So do it,” you dared.
Ten’s jaw dropped just long enough for you to catch it before he schooled his expression. It gave you great pleasure knowing you’d taken him by surprise. He wasn’t the only one capable of playing dirty. “Maybe later,” he said. “I’d like to focus on you right now.”
And with that he continued his path downward until he settled himself between your legs. He placed his hands on your inner thighs and pressed them down against the bed, holding them there. His gaze held yours as he slowly licked a stripe all the way up your core, flicking his tongue when he reached its apex. Your hips instantly tried to move, seeking out more, but his hold was firm. You weren’t going to get anything that he didn’t choose to give to you.
After passing his tongue over you a few more times, teasing you mercilessly, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. As he did, he pressed his tongue against it over and over, keeping it soft so that it wasn’t too much. He kept up a steady pace, alternating between the two tactics and building the tension inside you bit by bit. It wasn’t long before you were on the verge of cumming. 
Your hand had moved to the back of his head, tangled in his hair, and you were crying out his name again and again. It was music to his ears. When he noticed that your noises had grown fewer and farther between, your body starting to seize up, he immediately removed his mouth from you and released your thighs from his hold, cutting off your high. You lay there in complete shock. “Wh…” you tried, your chest heaving. “Why did you do that? I-I was gonna cum.”
Ten chuckled and bent over you, lightly wrapping his hand around your neck. “You’re not allowed to cum until I want you to cum. And I don’t want you to cum until you’re so strung out on my touch that you’ll say or do anything for me to let you finish.” Your heart rate skyrocketed. You already felt strung out. 
“Ten, please, I feel so empty,” you sobbed.
He smirked. “You want my cock?”
“Yes, I do. I want it so bad.” Your voice was thick with need, and Ten had to work not to snap, to keep himself from just stuffing his dick inside you right then and there. 
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think I might need to get you ready for me.” He brought the hand he’d wrapped around your neck to his face, sucking two of his fingers between his lips to wet them thoroughly. His hand slid down your torso until he reached your center. His fingers brushed over your clit, still sensitive from his mouth, and you yelped. He swirled his fingertips around your entrance, and you lost all coherent thought, the anticipation too staggering to comprehend. 
When he finally thrust his two fingers inside you, all the air rushed from your lungs, and your hands scrabbled at his shoulders. He wasted no time, immediately pushing as deep as he could and curling his fingers. He quickly discovered that sweet spot within you and began to massage it relentlessly. You keened loudly, nebulas collapsing into stars behind your eyelids. As he did this, he showered you with kisses, stopping to leave a fresh love bite on your neck. 
“I can feel you getting tighter,” he said, his voice ragged, finally giving away how profoundly affected he was by all this. You were speechless, your ecstasy building to the point where your breath had stopped completely. “You’re close again. I can tell.” He added his thumb, rubbing it over your clit as he continued to abuse your g-spot. It was too much. Your skin felt too tight. You were bursting at the seams. 
But just when the seams were about to give way, he removed his hand, leaving you suspended in an almost release, the tension in your body nearing painful. You wanted to scream or cry, but you didn’t have it in you. Your mind could only focus on making up the ground you lost when he stopped touching you. 
Ten licked his fingers clean, then hopped off the bed. For a split second, you were worried that he was going to abandon you and leave you unsatisfied, but then he reached for the button on his pants. Your pussy clenched on nothing, craving him entirely. His pants and briefs fell to the floor, and you could finally see him in all his glory. 
His hard work and training as a dancer was evident in his form, especially his legs. It was already unfair that he had a body like that along with a face as pretty as his own, but the fact that it was all attached to the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen was just disrespectful. Were cocks even supposed to be beautiful? 
He was bigger than you expected and, taking all of him in, you couldn’t help but wonder just how much damage he could do, the absolute havoc he could wreak on your body. The thought thrilled you. “You’re looking at me like you either want to fuck my brains out or murder me, but I’m not sure which one it is.”
You quirked your eyebrow playfully and said, “Come find out.” So he did.
Your heart raced as he put one knee on the bed, lifting himself up to join you once more. He knelt between your legs again, running his hands up and down your thighs. “You know,” he started, his hands stopping at the top of your thighs, “you have a pressure point in your hips, right where they meet your thighs.” He caressed the area with his thumbs. “And if you press it just right…”
His thumbs dug into your skin, and you instantly started writhing beneath him, your breath coming out in pants. It was the most acute mixture of pain and pleasure that you had ever experienced. You grabbed at his forearms, not sure if you were trying to keep him there or make him stop, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “T-Ten, I… Ah—Holy sh-shit,” you babbled incoherently.
Ten was losing his mind watching you fall apart. “Fuck, I’m gonna do so many terrible things to you.” And you could tell, could hear it in his voice that he wasn’t just referring to this particular moment in time, that his words had long term implications.
You should’ve been scared. His words should’ve scared you. But they didn’t because you needed him, and you would let him do just about anything if it meant you could have him. You were right where he wanted you.
He released you, pulling his hands away. Your body went totally lax, and you thought you might actually sink into the mattress. You were breathing heavily, like you’d just run a mile, yet somehow you’d never been more awake, awareness coming back to you sense by sense. You jolted as he ran the back of his hand over your face, bringing you back down to earth and reminding you of the agonizing emptiness inside you. “Are you okay, baby?” His voice was sweet and genuine, and it only made you ache for him that much more. The pet name absolutely drove you wild.
“Put your cock inside me.” Ten gave you a lopsided smile, visibly pleased with the state you were in. “Please, if you want me to be okay, you’ll put your cock inside me.”
He made a show of bringing his hand to his chin, tapping his finger as if he were deep in thought. “Hmmm… No, I don’t think I will.” Then he suddenly grabbed your thighs and gracefully rolled over so that he was on his back, and you were straddling him. “But I’ll let you do it,” he said.
You understood. He wanted to watch you get yourself off on him. And you were all too happy to oblige. Somehow, you found the energy to lift yourself up and poise your entrance above him. Your hand wrapped around his cock to line him up with you, and he hissed, impossibly hard and worked up from playing with you for so long. My, how the tables turn. 
You placed your palms on his chest and slowly, oh so slowly, you slid down onto him. He split you open, and it hurt. But it hurt the way it did when you stretched a muscle after a long time without using it. Once you got past the initial pain, it would start to feel good. And there was even a part of you that enjoyed the pain. 
Ten’s hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles white, and he groaned as you moved up and down, taking more and more of him in each time until he was fully sheathed inside you. 
“You’re so tight,” he grunted. “And warm and wet, fuck, how do you feel this good?”
Internally, you were wondering the same. Ten made you feel so full, reached just deep enough inside of you, like a missing puzzle piece. It felt like he was created with you in mind.
His hand came up to cup your jaw. “Now are you okay?” 
You were more than okay, but just to be sure, you spread your legs a little wider, settling down onto him even further, taking him as deep as you possibly could in this position. Then you rolled your hips a little bit, letting your walls get used to the shape of him. And if you’d thought he fit inside you before, you’d been a fool because this was even better. “Perfect,” you sighed, your mouth falling open into a lazy, drunken grin as your eyes fluttered shut.
Ten couldn’t believe his eyes. The sight of you on top of him, smiling as if having him inside you was the greatest thing you’d ever experienced, your pussy hugging his cock like it was welcoming him home. It was almost too much. He needed to regain some semblance of control, so he grabbed your hips and started guiding your movements, but rather than focusing on his own pleasure, he ensured that your clit brushed against his pelvis with each pass.
That telltale tension started building inside you again, wanton moans pouring from your lips, your nails dragging down Ten’s chest. In response, he sat up and tucked his legs under his knees, holding you in his lap and wrapping his arms around you, his touch slowly trailing down your spine, making you shiver.
He leaned in and kissed your neck softly while continuing to thrust up into you. His voice shook with his motions as he asked, “Have I met your expectations so far? Or would you prefer to go on fucking me in your imagination from now on?”
You laughed breathlessly, amazed that he had the wherewithal to reference the snarky comment you’d made. “The real you definitely takes the cake, but you know what? I think you’re holding out on me.”
He met your eyes and tilted his head. “You told me to be patient.”
“Well, I changed my mind,” you countered.
Ten smirked at you. “Fine,” he said, “but you asked for it.” He stopped fucking you and pulled you off of him, ignoring you as you whined at the loss. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, and you did so without hesitation. He made an appreciative noise as he moved behind you, running his palms over your lower back. “That didn’t take much convincing,” he teased. “I bet you’d do just about anything I asked right now, wouldn’t you?”
You were glad he couldn’t see the way your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Quietly, you responded, “I just want to be good for you.”
And Ten had never heard anything so sexy yet so sweet. Of course, he’d also never known a person so sexy yet so sweet as you either. You were just special that way. 
More determined than ever to please you, he reached forward and wrapped your hair around his wrist. He pulled you up by it, bringing your back to his chest, your ass to his groin. He moved all of your hair to the side, giving him access to as much of your skin as possible. Your head fell back against his shoulder naturally. 
He turned his head so that his lips were brushing against your ear. “Oh, but you are good, Y/N.” 
As he spoke your name, he pushed himself back inside you, and you cried out at the combination of his praise with the sensation of his cock stretching you open. 
He started fucking you, much harder than before, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing throughout your bedroom, accompanied only by the desperate noises you were making. This new position had him hitting you at a different angle, reaching that sweet spot inside you which he had discovered earlier with his fingers. You were quickly beginning to unravel, your climax drawing near. 
The way your pussy sporadically clenched around Ten’s cock drew pretty moans from his throat, music to your ears, only adding to your mounting pleasure. 
His hand snaked around your waist and down to rub steady circles into your clit, and you keened loudly, the rubberband inside you gone completely taut, ready to snap. He sounded absolutely wrecked as he whispered, “You’re so good, baby. Such a good, perfect girl.”
You were sobbing as you came, pure starlight shooting out from your core and coating your veins. Ten’s edging had wound you up so tight that your orgasm completely overwhelmed you, the feeling so intense that you nearly blacked out. He fucked you through it, prolonging your release, which had already lasted twice as long as any orgasm you’d ever had before it. It felt like it lasted forever. Your grasp on reality grew weak, all comprehension of where or who you were becoming a faint memory.
Eventually, the powerful spasming of your pussy brought Ten to his end, his whole body going still. When he came, he bit down on the side of your neck, hard, and groaned into your skin. He painted your walls with his spend until it was dripping out of you around his cock. 
But he was still hard. You drifted back down to earth just in time to make this realization, and you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled out of you, making you suck in a sharp breath, then laid you down on your back, your head hitting the pillows. “What now?” you asked, your throat raw from how you’d screamed throughout your climax. 
He laid on top of you, then slowly ran his hands up your body, along your arms, until he reached your hands and laced your fingers with his, holding them above you on the bed. He bumped his nose against yours playfully, then smiled tenderly and said, “Now I’m going to make love to you.”
Before you could process his words, he entered you again, making you gasp, still overly sensitive from your orgasm. He rolled his hips into yours leisurely and kissed you deeply, overloading your senses and bringing tears to your eyes. 
Ten broke the kiss and nuzzled his face into your neck, his thrusts gradually picking up speed. “I wish I could live inside you,” he sighed. “Would you let me, baby? Let me keep my cock buried deep inside you every second of every day?” You choked on a moan, only able to nod at him in response. “Use your words, Y/N.”
“Yes,” you whined, your lungs on fire. “Yes, I would let you. Now that I know what it’s like to have you inside me, how good it is, I don’t know how I’m going to live without it.”
His thrusts became erratic, the two of you reaching a fever pitch. You were terrified of cumming again, knowing it would ruin you. It didn’t matter how much he’d edged you before your first orgasm, the second was always more mind-blowing than the first. 
The suspense of your oncoming climax was spellbinding, and when Ten leaned up on his elbows to stare into your eyes, you couldn’t help yourself. “Ten,” you whimpered, drawing his attention.
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you.”
Ten’s face lit up, his smile absolutely blinding, heartbreakingly beautiful. “And I love you,” he said. “Every day, I find something new to love about you. You know what I discovered today?” You shook your head, too close to the edge to formulate anymore words. His smile turned wicked. “How pretty you look when you cum.” 
Like magic, your orgasm washed over you, a cloudburst of bliss. Your hips bucked up into his violently as you lost all sense of control, your eyes rolling back into your head and your mouth open in a silent cry, all the oxygen having rushed out of your lungs. You must have actually passed out this time because, the next thing you knew, Ten was soft and slipping out of you, his cum leaking from your throbbing hole. 
He lifted himself off of you and lay at your side, then drew you into his heaving chest, wrapping his arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. He grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it over the two of you.
You could already feel the fatigue soaking into your limbs, and you knew you would face consequences for what you’d just put your body through when you woke up in the morning. 
“Good night, Y/N.” He ran his hand up and down your back, soothing you.
You yawned against his skin. “Good night, Ten.”
The next morning, you woke up to an ache all over your body. You stretched, and your muscles protested, sore from the previous evening’s activities. After cataloguing each of the individual pains, you realized that the rest of the bed was empty. You were alone.
At first, you panicked, afraid that Ten regretted what happened and didn’t want to face you. But then you noticed the piece of paper sitting on the pillow next to you and picked it up to find Ten’s unique scrawl decorating it.
Please, don’t read too much into the fact that I’m gone. I had a schedule that I couldn’t skip out on. If it were up to me, I’d never leave your bed. Last night was the best night of my life, and I can’t wait to be in your arms again.
P.S. When I leaned over to kiss you goodbye this morning, you responded eagerly while still asleep. This phenomenon will require extensive research.
You smiled to yourself, fighting the urge to giggle and kick your feet like a schoolgirl. Sitting up, you grabbed your cell phone off the nightstand. As you turned to reach for it, you felt a sting in your neck. You touched the spot with your fingertips and hissed at the sharp twinge it caused. 
You opened up the front-facing camera on your phone and discovered the problem. There was a vibrant bruise on your neck in the shape of Ten’s teeth, a giant, glaring bite mark. Stunned, you snapped a photo of the impressive blemish and started a new message.
Me: Thanks a lot, Dracula! I was supposed to go out in public today, you know.
About thirty minutes later, after you’d taken a quick shower and stripped the sheets from your bed to be put in the laundry, you checked your phone again.
Ten: You should
Ten: And you should also wear your hair up :)
You scoffed at his response and immediately replied.
Me: You will pay for this.
Ten: Looking forward to it
Rolling your eyes fondly, you flopped onto your bed, wondering when you would see him again.
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A/N: I'm sorry, this took so much longer for me to post than I anticipated, but I hope y'all love it! And I hope y'all are excited for more because this story is far from over yet! As always, please feel free to share your thoughts with me :)
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tensmutdepot · 1 year
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Your best friend Ten helps you relieve some tension
Ten + afab!reader: massage, breast play, nipple play, fingering
1582 words(idk how this got this long) 
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tensmutdepot · 1 year
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I AM SO READY FOR PART FOUR🤭
Gahhhh, I’m so glad! I hope it can live up to your expectations 🥹
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Dedication (part 3)
Pairing: Ten Lee x fem/afab!reader
Genre: idol au, slow-ish burn, acquaintances to friends to lovers, major fluff, eventual and abundant smut (it'll be worth it, just stay with me)
Tags: incredibly self-indulgent; artistic liberty has been taken; some suspension of disbelief required; Ten drives; Ten has a secret island; Y/N has a tragic backstory because I don’t know how to write things that aren’t at least a little sad; cheesy metaphors; they’re in LOVE your honor
TW // mentions of suicide (if you want to skip over it, skip over the section of red text, and don’t worry, the story should still make sense to you)
Summary: Ten never misses an opportunity to see Y/N. And the more time he spends, the more he learns. The more he learns, the more he wants to learn. What will he do when he learns about Y/N's greatest trauma?
Word Count: 6.2k
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
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Ten became a somewhat permanent fixture in your life after that night. 
He had texted you the following morning, the steady buzzing of your phone pulling you from sleep.
[Unknown number]: Hey you :)
[Unknown number]: Karina gave me your number
[Unknown number]: Do you have plans today?
[Unknown number]: Aside from school work
[Unknown number]: Cuz I wanna come over and bother you some more
[Unknown number]: If you’ll have me
[Unknown number]: But like no pressure
You smiled to yourself as you read the messages, the smile turning devious as you formulated your reply.
Me: Who is this?
You fought a laugh as you watched the three dots appear and disappear several times before he finally answered.
Ten: Mean
Ten: Very mean
You couldn’t fight the laugh then, sitting up in your bed, your mind now fully awake.
Me: I’m gonna be home all day today
Me: You can come over whenever
Me: But like no pressure :)
Ten: You’re so annoying
Ten: See you soon
He started coming over regularly, at least three or four times a week. He told you there was a lull in his current activities as an idol, something about his subunit being on somewhat of a hiatus, so he had more free time than usual. Sometimes he would text you beforehand, but other times he would just show up unannounced. Some days he’d drive himself, other days he’d get dropped off and picked up, but he was there as often as he could be. 
The two of you would watch movies and binge TV shows and play board games. You’d eat dinner together and talk about the time you spent without each other, though those instances grew fewer and farther between. 
You were about to graduate with a Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing. Your focus was poetry, and you wanted to have your first chapbook completed and ready to be published as soon as possible, so you would sit in comfortable silence with Ten and work on writing while he played around with Procreate on his iPad. 
You would play music for each other, and every once in a while, Ten would sing along or even show you choreography he’d come up with for a song he particularly liked. Those days were the hardest, convincing yourself you could be satisfied with appreciating him from afar and never experiencing his passion firsthand.
Ten never pushed you for more, though, seemingly content with the way things were between you. And he was. He was content just to hear you laugh, see you smile. He was content just to be near you. But there were moments. Moments where he’d catch you staring just a little too long, where your eyes would shine with something that made his blood flare with heat, the promise of what you might do if you weren’t so scared of the consequences. That promise made him patient. 
A couple of months into your friendship with Ten, you were done with finals. The day you received your diploma, yours and Karina’s parents having taken you out for food after the ceremony to celebrate and now headed back to their own homes, you and your best friend gasped as you discovered a gorgeous and elaborate flower bouquet waiting for you outside your front door. 
You picked it up and carried it inside as Karina unlocked and opened the door for you. Setting the ornate ceramic vase on your kitchen counter, you examined the fragrant cluster of blooms. There were yellow pansies, apple blossoms, honeysuckle, red tulips, and daisies. Amongst them, you found a note:
Y/N, Karina,
Congratulations!
We know you’re going to take this world by storm and can’t wait to support you every step of the way.
Sincerely, Ten & Yuno
P.S.
Y/N, flip the card over.
So you did.
Y/N,
Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt that the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I am proud of you
Yours truly, Ten
You melted a little, your heart swelling in your chest at the sweet gesture. He’d referenced one of your favorite lines from Hamlet. It was disgustingly romantic of him, and you were seriously glad he hadn’t delivered the flowers in person because, at that moment, you don’t know what you might have been capable of. 
Karina was still in awe of the flowers, so you caught her attention and showed her the front side of the note. She smiled and leaned against you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry Ten couldn’t be there today. I know you were missing him.”
You shrugged noncommittally, an attempt at acting casual, embarrassed of how important Ten already was to you in spite of the short time that you’d known him. Karina wasn’t fooled, but she let it go, conscious of your sensitivity on the matter. “I’m sorry Jaehyun couldn’t be there either. It would’ve been cool if the guy you graduated elementary school with could’ve been there to see you graduate from university.”
“Yeah, I’m just happy we’ve reconnected at all honestly.”
“I’m sure he’s happy about that, too,” you asserted. “I’m actually surprised Jaehyun doesn’t come over more often, Kay. But maybe his schedule’s just a lot busier than Ten’s.”
Karina looked at you like she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of your mouth. “Y/N, Jaehyun is a really busy guy, but that’s not why he doesn’t come see me regularly. He doesn’t come see me regularly because he’s not allowed to.”
“What? What do you mean?” Your brow was creased with confusion.
She sighed, frustrated that she was the one having to explain this to you. “If they’re caught coming and going from the same place too often, they can get in serious trouble. Jaehyun and the others had to lie to their managers to even come to the party we threw. They’re not supposed to be here because, if the media somehow found out, it’d probably turn into a huge scandal and cause problems for the group. You know, male idols in their 20’s spending a bunch of time at the home of two female college students? Sadly, that’d cause quite a stir.”
Your stomach dropped. If that were true, then it meant Ten was at risk every time he was with you. You were furious that he hadn’t been transparent with you about this. The next time you saw him, you would need to confront him about it.
You and Karina moved on from the topic and spent the rest of that night celebrating, popping open a bottle of champagne you’d saved for the occasion and drinking to all the hard work you’d put in over the past few years. 
The next day, Ten showed up to celebrate with you in his own way. You were sitting on your bed in your room, leaned up against your headboard, watching Netflix together and sharing snacks, when you decided to broach the subject.
“Ten, are you… allowed to be here right now?” you asked.
He froze like he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. His reaction told you that your ignorance on the matter had been a concerted effort on his part, that he’d hoped this conversation would never have to happen. But now it was. “Not necessarily,” he answered quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.
You held in your anger, genuinely wanting to understand what he was thinking. “Then why are you?”
This answer came much more quickly. “I like spending time with you.”
You gaped at him, your frustration boiling to the surface. “Are you kidding? Ten, if your managers found out you were spending all this time with me, you could face real consequences.”
“Okay, I really like spending time with you,” he shot back with mirth. 
“This isn’t funny, Ten.”
“No, no, I know it’s not—”
“Do you know how terrible I would feel? If something bad happened to you because of me? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” You were breathing too quickly, anxiety building, and it destroyed Ten. This was exactly what he’d wanted to avoid. He reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Hey, listen to me. If I got caught and something happened, that would be my fault, okay? I’m a grown man. I make my own choices, and you are not responsible for them. I know what I’m risking by being here.”
But that wasn’t good enough for you. “And what about the others? Your members? They have a stake in this, too, Ten.”
He huffed, a little disappointed that you thought he hadn’t considered that. “I’m aware of that, Y/N. I’m not doing this behind their backs. They all know about it. We’ve talked about it, and they trust me. They understand why it’s so important to me.”
“Well, I don’t understand, Ten!” 
“You don’t have to!” he fumed. 
This was the first time you and Ten had truly argued, had even slightly raised your voices at each other. The silence that followed was agonizing as you stared into each other’s eyes, chests heaving. You weren’t certain how long the two of you sat there like that, but eventually, Ten closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exhausted.
“Look, Y/N, you can kick me out of here if you want. This is your home, and I can’t force you to let me stay.” He lifted his head and gazed at you again, desperation gleaming in his eyes. “But if you make me leave, then it needs to be because you want me to, not because you’re worried about something that isn’t your responsibility. You’ve always treated me like a normal person. Please, don’t stop now. Just let me be an adult who’s allowed to have his own priorities and make his own decisions about how he spends his time.”
You let his words sink in. All of them. Was he right? Did it matter if you couldn’t understand why he was willing to risk his career just to spend time with you? Maybe you didn’t need to. Maybe some things didn’t have to make sense. Maybe all that really mattered was that being with Ten felt good. Maybe it wasn’t your job to decide what was best for him. “Fine,” you breathed.
He whipped his head toward you in shock. “Wait, really? You’ll let me stay?”
You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yes, Ten, you can stay.”  
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The next couple of weeks following your confrontation with Ten were perfect. You were the happiest you’d been in a remarkably long time. But it didn’t keep the rest of your life from catching up with you. 
Ten hadn’t heard from you all day. He wasn’t worried, per se, but it was out of the ordinary for him to go this long without hearing from you. His gut told him he needed to check in on you. But rather than blowing up your phone in hopes you might eventually respond, he decided to pay you a visit.
He knocked on your door and waited for you to open it, but he was greeted by Karina instead.
“Hey, Ten.”
When he saw the look in Karina’s eyes, his face fell. Something was wrong. “What’s going on, Kay?”
She worried her lip between her teeth, obviously considering whether or not she wanted to tell him. After a moment, she sighed wearily and said, “Today’s not a good day. I know you’re here for Y/N, but she’s… dealing with something.”
As if on cue, Ten heard the faint sound of you crying coming from upstairs. His chest tightened with anxiety, and he felt himself start to panic. “Please, let me see her.”
“Ten, you really don’t understand, she—”
“If she doesn’t want me here, she can send me away,” he implored. “I just want to help.”
Karina scrubbed her hand over her face, exhausted. Then she opened the door so that he could come inside. “Try to give her the time and space to come to you, okay? If anyone can make her feel better, I’m sure it’s you, but she’s hurting right now.”
He nodded in understanding and started up the stairs, moving quickly but quietly. The sounds of you sobbing grew louder the closer he got, and it gutted him. When he got to your bedroom door, he carefully pushed it open, just enough for him to slip through. You were lying on your bed, curled into a ball, clutching and crying into your pillow.
Ten’s heart stopped. You were wearing his sweatshirt again.
His voice trembled as he softly said your name, doing his best not to startle you. You jumped, sitting up straight and hugging your pillow to your chest, as if it would protect you from whoever or whatever had entered your room uninvited.
When you realized who it was, though, you weren’t sure what to feel. Part of you was filled with dread because you never wanted him to see you like this. But another part of you, a much larger part, was relieved. Relieved because, for some insane reason, he was the one person you wanted to see.
He gave you a small smile and cautiously walked toward your bedside, like he was afraid you might run off if he made any sudden movements. “Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was fresh air, cool water on a hot day. It soothed you.
“What are y-you doing h-here?” You hiccuped every few seconds, your lungs recovering from hyperventilation.
It was hard for Ten to see you like this. Tears streaked your cheeks, your eyes were puffy and swollen, you couldn’t stop sniffling, your bottom lip and chin were still wobbling, and your hands were shaking. He hated that he knew you were in pain and had no idea how to fix it. He would spare you any pain if he were able. “I was just coming by to see you like usual, and Karina tried to turn me away. But… but I heard you crying, and I couldn’t leave without checking on you, so I convinced her to let me in. You don’t have to explain anything to me or talk to me at all if you don’t want to, and if you tell me to leave, I will. But I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
His heart was the most beautiful you’d ever known. He was a fountain of kindness and compassion. He somehow managed to consider your pain and acknowledge your independence all at once. He offered you comfort, and whether or not you accepted it was entirely up to you. He didn’t put any pressure on you, didn’t expect anything from you. He just wanted you to know that he was there if you needed him. You were too drained to overthink it, too broken down to lie to him or yourself. So you looked him in the eye and said, “I d-don’t want you to leave.”
“Then I won’t,” he vowed, and it felt more significant than either of you were ready to acknowledge.
You sat there in quiet as your breathing calmed. After some time, you started to feel uncomfortable, unsure how to proceed. You didn’t want to start crying again, but despair was already creeping back in, saturating your heart and clouding your mind. 
Ten sat down next to you, sensing your distress, and took one of your hands in both of his. “Can I take you somewhere?” he asked, kneading the muscles in your palm, relaxing you. 
“Take me somewhere? Do you see me right now?”
He rolled his eyes and dropped your hand. Immediately, you missed his touch. “You look beautiful. You always look beautiful. But it doesn’t matter anyway because where I’m taking you is a secret place that only I know about. It’ll just be you and I. No one else.” 
Your heart leapt at the prospect. You definitely didn’t have the energy to deal with people right now, but you thought you could handle some time out with Ten. Maybe the distraction would do you some good, get your mind off things. Standing up, you stretched your arms out above you and popped your knuckles. Then you bent over and gathered your hair on top of your head, wrapping it up with the hair tie on your wrist. “Okay,” you told him, popping back up. “Let’s go.”
He actually giggled at you, tickled by your inelegance. Only you could make gracelessness so charming. He stood up to lead you out, but before he did, he walked up to you and brought his hands to your face, swiping his thumbs under your eyes to wipe away any leftover tears. It was unbearably tender.
You dropped your gaze to the floor. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” he replied. “Now, come on.”
The two of you walked down the stairs together, and when you reached the bottom, Karina came around the banister to meet you. “Where are you going?”
You turned to her. “Ten said there’s somewhere he wants to take me, so I’m entertaining him.”
Karina smiled at you, but her brow was creased with concern. “Are you sure, bug? You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it.” The use of your childhood nickname made your heart clench.
Ten wasn’t offended by Karina’s apprehension. He appreciated that she loved you enough to stand up for you, that she wasn’t afraid of challenging other people if it meant caring for you. He would do the same in her place. If you’d suddenly admitted to her that you didn’t want to go with him, he would’ve been fine with that. But you didn’t. You just smiled at your best friend and said, “I’m sure, ducky. I’ll text you when we get there and let you know when I’m on my way home, okay?”
“Okay.” She wrapped you in a hug and kissed your cheek. “I love you.”
You almost lost it then, the thread holding you together worn so thin. 
Ten noticed. He could see it in the set of your shoulders, the tension in your jaw. He could tell that you weren’t being open about your emotional or mental state, not with him or with Karina. And he knew it was because you wanted to spare their feelings. You didn’t want to burden them. He wanted you to understand that he was happy to share your burdens, to shoulder the weight when you weren’t strong enough.
You held Karina tight and returned her kiss. “I love you, too. So, so much.”
Parting, you made your way to the door with Ten, but before you closed the door she called out to him, “Take care of her!”
He leaned back inside. “Always.” And then he took your hand and walked you to his car.
Neither of you spoke as Ten drove. You just stared out the window, watching the scenery, sometimes seeing a flock of birds and wishing you could fly away with them, become something new. He could feel the despondence radiating off of you in waves. He held the steering wheel a little tighter.
“We’re here.” Pulling off onto a patch of gravel, he parked. He got out of the car and opened the door for you. You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the car, but you didn’t recognize this place, wherever it was. You could see the river, though, feel its breeze kissing the skin of your neck, refreshing on this summer day. 
Ten started walking toward a path that led off the road and into the woods. The path was faint, hard to find if you didn’t know where to look. Luckily, he did. You followed after him, neither one of you saying a word, until you reached a clearing that led to a small dock on the riverside. 
There was a motorboat tied to the dock, and Ten walked straight to it. He reached for the two life vests inside and wordlessly slipped one over your head, fastening the sides and tightening the straps to fit you properly. After putting his own life vest on, he stepped onto the boat, then offered his hand to help you do the same. 
You sat and observed as he yanked on the pull cord of the motor, trying your best not to notice the way his arm and shoulder muscles flexed under the fabric of his shirt. You failed. The motor whirred to life, and Ten gripped the handle, steering it out onto the river and in the direction of whatever destination he had in mind for you.
Next thing you knew, you were coming up on what was probably the smallest island you’d ever seen, only a short ways off the river’s edge. You gasped in delight. Ten smiled at the sweet sound. 
After docking the boat, Ten helped you onto land. You both took off your life vests and tossed them back into the boat. He walked backwards, his arms stretched wide. “Welcome to Isle Ten,” he said brightly. You could see how excited he was to share this with you. It warmed your heart. 
The islet was maybe a few hundred square feet, soft sand surrounding a large patch of grass in the center of it all. “What is this place?” you asked, the awe apparent in your voice.
“It used to belong to one of my neighbors, an older man, who used to bring his wife here when they were younger. After she passed away, he decided he didn’t want it anymore. I happened to visit him a few days after his wife’s passing, just to see how he was doing, see if he needed anything. He sat me down and started telling me stories about his wife. He told me all about this place, about the trips he used to take with her. I made a comment about how amazing it sounded, and he said, ‘If you think so, why don’t you just take it off my hands?’ It took some convincing on his part, but eventually, I agreed, and he signed the deed over to me. I rent the dock and come here whenever I want to be alone.” 
“Wow.” You walked to the patch of grass and looked around, taking in the view of the river surrounding you, the huge, open sky above you. You took in the quiet, nothing but the sounds of the flowing water and the wind passing through the blades of grass. “I love it,” you whispered, more to yourself than anything, but Ten heard you. 
“Well, now it’s yours, too,” he said.
Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the middle of the grass. He laid down on his back and patted the ground next to him. You huffed and laid down at his side. The two of you sat there in silence for a short while, until you grew antsy and couldn’t take it anymore. “So, is this what you usually do when you come here? Just lay around?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes. But other times I’ll bring my sketch pad and draw, or I’ll bring my guitar and my notepad, try to write some music. It’s just easier to clear my mind here. I can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and just be.”
You sighed wistfully. “That sounds nice.”
“I was thinking you could come here when you need some solitude to work on your chapbook.”
It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given you, and you had no idea how to thank him, to tell him just how much it meant to you. At the very least, you could tell him the truth about why this day is so hard for you. Sitting up and balancing your forearms on your knees, you cleared your throat. 
Ten didn’t move from his spot, but you knew he was listening, knew that you had his attention.
“I had a brother,” you began. He took note of the past tense in your statement and prepared himself for how this story may end. “He was a few years younger than me, almost exactly. Our birthdays were only a couple of days apart. We even used to have combined birthday parties growing up. Most siblings would probably hate that, would hate having to share their special day with someone else, but he and I loved it. We loved it because we loved each other, you know? We were best friends.
“But as we grew older and made new friends, we also grew apart, started to develop very different interests. I met Karina, and we were nearly attached at the hip. When my brother started high school, I was a senior. I should’ve looked out for him. It was my responsibility as his sister, but I only cared about myself, only cared about having the best senior year ever and spending as much time as possible with my friends before we all graduated.
“He fell in with the wrong crowd, got into drinking and drugs. But he was only trying to numb his pain. He had always struggled with depression. There would be days where he just couldn’t get out of bed, other days where he would fly off the handle for what seemed like no reason. The signs were there. I just didn’t pay enough attention.
“He got lost in himself. Between the substance abuse and the mental illness, his mind became a dark, dangerous place. When I did happen to see him at home or at school, I didn’t even recognize him. And still I did nothing. He was suffering, anyone could see that if they really looked at him, but no one did. Not even me. The person who knew him best. The person who was supposed to take care of him.
“I was at a party, a couple months after the school year ended, celebrating graduation, proud that I’d been accepted into the university I wanted, happy to be done with high school. My phone rang, and I almost didn’t answer it. But my parents were out of town, and my brother had the house to himself, so when I saw his number pop up, I wanted to make sure he hadn’t burned the house down or something. I didn’t expect…”
Your hands started to shake as you ran them over the back of your neck. You took deep breaths to keep yourself from crying. It had been years since you told anyone about this. It was so hard to say it out loud. But you needed to.
“I’ll never forget the way his voice sounded when I picked up the phone. He didn’t say hello, didn’t say my name. He just asked me, ‘Am I supposed to be here?’ He sounded wasted, high, but more than anything, he sounded tired. So tired. I didn’t know what his question meant, I assumed he was having a bad trip and had forgotten where he was, something like that, but…
“I told him I didn’t understand, so he went on. He said, ‘Here, you know, alive. Am I supposed to be alive? It feels like I’m not. I’m not any good at it, being alive.’ I can still hear him so clearly, remember it so vividly. I immediately started to panic and told my friends at the party to call the police and send them to my house.
“I tried to just keep him on the line, keep him talking. I talked about anything, everything. I asked him to tell me about the video game he’d started playing recently. I asked him if he could remember the lyrics to his favorite song. But it was like he couldn’t even hear me. He knew he was talking to me, though, because he kept apologizing. 
“He kept telling me he was sorry for always being in the way, always causing problems. I tried to tell him that I… that even when I was upset with him or something he did, I still loved him. I said it over and over, how much I loved him. And he told me he believed me. But he said that he knew he wasn’t easy to love, that if he wasn’t around, no one would have to worry about loving him anymore, and everyone would be better off, happier.”
Your head fell against your arms as you started to sob, but you kept going.
“One of my friends told me the police were on their way. I told my brother that people were coming to help him. I shouldn’t have. I was so stupid. He started to freak out. I could hear him moving around our house, and I begged him to just sit down and talk to me. I said everything would be fine if he just waited a bit longer, but he told me he couldn’t wait anymore, he was sick of waiting. He said he’d been waiting to feel happy for so long that he didn’t know what happy even was anymore.
“He was fifteen. How could he think something like that? How could I have been so blind to what he was going through? I didn’t know what to say to him. I promised I would help him learn to be happy again. I told him we would figure it out together. And for a moment, I thought I’d gotten through to him because he started to agree with me. He kept saying, ‘Yeah, that sounds good.’ But then I heard him rummaging around inside something. And I heard the sound of something heavy and metal hitting the floor. And I heard the sound of a box being opened, its contents clattering on the floor.
“And I knew. I knew that I was going to lose him. He put me on speaker while he loaded the shells into our dad’s shotgun. By this point, I was on the ground, sobbing into the phone while my friends watched on helplessly. I said I loved him so many times. I asked him not to leave me. It was all wrong, I did everything wrong. I did everything you’re not supposed to do in that situation.
“I wailed and wailed until I heard him call out to me. I kept myself quiet as best I could so that I could hear him. It was silent for a bit, just him breathing. And I never realized until that moment just how much I’d taken that for granted, you know? Him breathing. But then he said, ‘It’ll be okay.’ And the gun went off.
“Everything’s… sort of a blur after that. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I wouldn’t talk to anyone. Not my mom, not my dad, not even Karina. I didn’t want to go on with my life because that meant accepting that he was gone. Then one day, my mom came into my room with a box. She told me she'd found it in my brother’s room. It was labeled, ‘Important Stuff.’ She said I should take a look inside and walked out.
“At first, I wanted to chuck it against the wall. But something stopped me. I ignored it for a while, just letting it sit there at the foot of my bed, but eventually I sat up and pulled it into my lap. And when I opened it, everything inside was just… him and I. The shitty friendship bracelets we made when I was eight. Mixed CD’s we’d put together and decorated with sharpies when I was in junior high. A bunch of stuff like that.
“I figured it was an old box, something he’d thrown this stuff in and shoved inside his closet, never to be thought of again. But then I noticed there was something recent in the box. It was the graded copy of a short story I’d written in my English class that year. It was written from the perspective of a caterpillar as it turned into a butterfly, but as the story goes on, you slowly realize that the caterpillar is actually a human growing into an adult. My teacher had asked us to write something about the inevitability of change.
“It was the cheesiest thing, but my brother was so proud of it. So proud of me. When I brought it home, a big red 100% written on the top of the first page, he asked me if he could keep it. I said yes, not thinking anything of it, and he absolutely beamed at me. It was one of the only good days we had together that year. In the box, he’d attached a sticky note to the front that said, ‘Y/N, For when you’re a famous writer and feel like giving up: Remember where you started. Remember why you started.’
“Amazing, right? He’d given me the best advice for moving on after his death without even meaning to. He reminded me that change is inevitable. A caterpillar will go through metamorphosis. It doesn’t get to choose. My brother died. It changed who I was, changed who I could become, changed the whole trajectory of my future. I couldn’t go back to the person I was before I’d lost him anymore than I could stop the sun from setting, stop the seasons from changing, stop the world from turning.
“I needed to lean into that change, otherwise I would end up just like my brother, so numb that it made more sense to not feel at all. Those few weeks holed up in my room ended up being my time in the cocoon. The day my mom brought me the box, I cleaned myself up and went online to declare myself as a Creative Writing major at my dream university. I hadn’t really known what I wanted to do before that. And now here I am.
“I still have bad days. This day is hard every year because I can’t help but relive those last moments with him. But there are other days, too. Days where I blame myself. Days where I’m angry at him. Days where I’m angry at my parents. Days where everything seems pointless. Until I remember what he taught me. I’m a butterfly. I pick up pollen as I go through different experiences, some good, some bad, some that seem completely inconsequential. But as I go about my life, I transfer that pollen through my interactions with other people. I transfer it through my writing. And as I do, I encourage others, the flowers of this world, to blossom, to reach their full potential. It’s not easy. Life isn’t easy. But it’s worth it if I leave this world a little more colorful, a little more beautiful than it was before.”
You weren’t sure when you’d stopped crying, but you had. You felt better, lighter. This was the first time you’d ever talked to anyone about this who didn’t already know, who wasn’t a part of your life when it happened. This was the first time you’d ever really talked through it from start to finish. 
Ten had been silent the entire time. About halfway through, when you were at the worst of it, he’d sat up, his hand reaching out to comfort you but stopping. He wanted you to let it all out. Any attempts to comfort you might disrupt that. He could tell he’d made the right choice as he watched you breathe freely for the first time since he’d walked into your room that day.
“Y/N,” he said, lightly tapping your elbow. You turned to look at him, your cheek leaning against your arm. “Thank you for telling me.”
You smiled at him fondly. “Thank you for listening.”
The two of you ended up staying on the island for a while after that, challenging each other to thumb wars, playing rock paper scissors and twenty questions, even swapping ghost stories. It was late by the time you got back, Karina long since gone to bed, although you had texted her to let her know you were safe and not to wait up. You stood in the doorway gazing at Ten, knowing that something had shifted between you but unwilling to address it. 
“Get some rest, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”
“You promise?”
He smirked and lifted his pinky in the air. “I pinky promise.”
You giggled and hooked your pinky onto his. “Good night, Ten.”
He turned and started to leave. As you watched his retreating form, you realized that something had been missing. You caught up to him and grabbed his arm, twisting him back towards you, then wrapped your arms tight around his waist and buried your face in his chest. 
Ten froze for a moment until he figured out what was happening. You were hugging him. He instantly put his arms around your shoulders, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head. You stood there and held him for a long time, just breathing him in. When you finally decided to let go, you avoided his eyes, too afraid that you might do something even more stupid this time, like trying to kiss him. 
“Drive safe,” you whispered. Then you turned and practically ran into the house, closing the door behind you.
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A/N: Whew, sorry for bringing the mood down for a minute there, but if you made it this far, I hope you're excited for the next part! The next part is when the tension finally breaks and the smut begins, so I'll try to get it posted sooner rather than later! As always, my inbox is open, so feel free to share your thoughts with me :)
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PLEASE. MAKE A DEDICATION PART 3 AND 4 IM LITERALLY DYING
Anon, I’ll post part 3 tomorrow just for you! Don’t die!
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