Only For You

* 4k words. Smut. Mature themes.

* Boyfriend! Ten has invited you to his first Hit The Stage performance, and you’re blown away by his performance.

Contains : demon!ten, SMUT !

Word Count : +3,5k

Group : NCT

Member: Ten/Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

Summary : Ten never felt anything like this before, he was supposed to take your soul but all he really wanted was to take you to his bedroom.

A/N : First time posting on tumblr and also first smut ! Please remember that english is not my first language ! You can leave your feedback here ! 

His sun kissed skin glowed under the neon lights, he sure looked like he was made by the gods, but his smile told me he came from underground. His eyes held all the lights from heaven and above, but when he offered me his hand, and hugged mine, i knew he was leading me straight to hell and I wasn’t complaining.

Ten quietly followed you, nodding at what you were saying. He didn’t know what you were talking about, too lost in his mind, but he still managed to sweetly smile at you, his lips streching, making you feel like he was still following your own thoughts.

After a moment, you stopped talking, admiring the dark sky, the full moon and the funfair being the only lights. You had spent the night with Ten, you had a little crush on him since the beginning of the year. I mean, who didn’t ? The boy always had a sweet smile on his smile, he had such a mysterious personality and a strong aura. His dancing skills were out of this world, everyone could sense his passion, and everyone watched him in awe as soon as he started dancing. You were a bit taken back when he asked you out, you only talked a few times but after a few nights and dates, you felt comfortable with him.

Tonight, he didn’t take you to a bar or anything like that, the boy took you to a bunch of his favorite places. Every story he told you were filled with passion and you couldn’t stop but wonder if he would talk about you like that.

You shivered under the cold breeze, cursing yourself for choosing a simple t-shirt, but thinking twice when you felt Ten’s arm wrap around your shoulders. He hummed softly, breathing in the sweet sent of cotton candy coming from the fair as his thumb drew small circles on your skin.

« Do you want some cotton candy ? », he asked, smiled down at you.

« Yeah ! », You immediately answered, boldly taking his hand in yours, quickly walking towards the small man over the cotton candy machine. Ten looked down at his hand, smirked as he saw your fingers intertwine with his.

Slowly, he brought his lips to your ear, « I live a few blocks away, maybe we can take a drink or watch a movie ? », his breath ghosted over the delicate skin of your neck, and you only nodded, a clear smile on your face.

« Just take her home, take her soul and you’re done. », thought Ten.

However, when you two were finally in the intimacy of his home, the soft light of the moon coming through the window, all he could thing about was the taste of your lips. After eating the cotton candy, they had a light pink color, and Ten couldn’t help but wonder if he would find the taste of the candy after kissing you.

He got lost in his thoughts, forgetting what his original goal was, he didn’t know what was so special about you, « There’s a little bit of devil in her angel eyes. », he thought. His eyes got darker as you bent down, only to be violently brought back to reality as you got rid of your shoes. He shook his head, remembering what you were really here for.

What the fuck was he even thinking. Ten clenched his jaw, your perfume was making him dizzy, he tried to keep his goal in mind, he wanted to be done with you, and quickly, but somehow he felt uneasy.

He felt uneasy everytime the thought of taking your soul crossed his mind, and it felt weird. He wasn’t used to feel things.

He came from underground, he was used to take souls, his life felt monotone, a rinse and repeat process, but this, but you, something about this whole situation felt like a gust of fresh wind. But at the same time, he was confused, palms sweaty as you leaded against the wall. Was he supposed to feel those things ? Wasn’t he supposed to be an emotionless demon ? Was that supposed to happen ?

« Ten, are you okay ? », you asked, seeing him lost in his own house. 

« Yeah, I was thinking about what we should drink. », he simply answered, regaining his sweet expression. He made his way to his kitchen, letting his fingertips lightly brush the cold stone of the kitchen counter as you followed him.

« Would you rather have something alcoholic or a soda ? », he asked, opening his fridge, the neon light illuminating his soft features. « Oh, I’ll just take this. », you said, leaning to take what you wanted. Ten felt your breath ghost over his arm, making goosebumps rose on his skin. He swore you did it on purpose because suddently, all he wanted was to hear your ragged breath as he pounded into you.

He took a deep breath, reaching for a soda and dragging the cold glass bottle along his neck to his collarbones.

You noticed the droplets flowing on his neck, « Are you that hot ? », you joked.

« Yeah », he breathed, taking a step closer to you, traping you between his body and the marble kitchen counter, making you put your bottle down.  « Aren’t you ? », he asked, tilting his head to the side. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wonder over his lips, your lips slowly parting as he licked his own.

Ten felt his heart pounding in his chest, he didn’t know what he was doing, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that way, or if he even felt something like that before. His eyes got darker as his hand cupped your cheek. You licked your lips, as he leaned in, both of you keeping your eyes half closed, observing each other’s reactions.

His hot breath brushed against your lips, not kissing you yet. You would lie if you said you never wondered how his lips would feel against yours, now they felt so close yet so far away. You didn’t want to waste any more time, you moved forward to capture his lips, but he only moved back, not letting you kiss him.

His lips were still ghosting over yours, but they were now streched in a devilish smile. « Ten. », you whispered. You wanted it to be a warning, but it sounded more like you were begging. You were attracted to Ten like a magnet. Yes, you were attracted to him since the beginning of the year, but now you felt addicted.

Addicted to his personality, addicted to his words, the sound of his voice like a drug, and you you wondered how his moan would sound, or how his skin would feel against yours after a night drowning in lust, or how his dark locks would feel between your fingers.

« What do you want ? » he whispered against your lips, his finger traced your jawline, while you parted your lips to say something, but your voice got lost when his hand went down to your neck, his thumb resting against your throat. Ten chuckled.

You lost the feeling of his lips, but before you could complain, Ten had them firmly pressed to the base of your neck, sucking harshly. You closed your eyes tightly, your hands went to his hair as his other hand grabbed your waist, pulling you closer.

His fingers dug into your skin as you pulled at his hair, sighing as he leaved a trail of kisses along your neck.

When the boy finally looked up, his lips even more kissable now, swollen and red from all the sucking and kissing on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss, his tongue immediatly found his way into your mouth. You moaned into his lips, making him groan in response.

It was like your moan turned something in him, he needed to feel his skin against yours as quickly as possible, he needed to see, touch, feel, kiss every part of you. His hands went down, gripping the back of your thighs, urging you to jump and sit on the cold kitchen counter.

Ten caught between his teeth, pulling at it before letting it snap back. His own breath was ragged, he needed more, he was growing addicted, pulling at the end of your shirt.

« Take it off », you breathed. Your skin was on fire, and you felt like only Ten would be able to calm you. Ten didn’t waste any time, taking your shirt off and throwing it somewhere on the kitchen floor. His hands automaticly went back to your waist, touching the newly exposed skin, he let his hands wonder over your side and stomach. His head dropped back to your neck, inhaling your perfume as he pressed himself against your body.

« Ten. », you said again, calling his name so he would look up at you. His eyes were a shade darker, reflecting your own eyes filled with lust. His lips were also probably reflecting your own, even more puffy and red then before. His hair, messy from all the grabbing but all you could think about was to get his damn shirt off.

« Yeah ? », he asked. He took a step back, worried that he was going too far. But he gained all his confidence back once you grabbed his collar, pulling you into him once again before lifting the fabric up. Ten grinned, replacing himself between you legs.

His torso was smooth and lightly defined by all the dancing, you couldn’t help but let your hands wonder and feel his skin. Eventually, they went to his back, and you lightly dragged your nails along it as he sucked another hickey near your collarbone.

« Fuck. », the boy’s hips bucked into yours the moment you accidently digged your nails into his flesh, leaving little croissant shapes along his shoulder blades. His boner was obvious, the outline of his dick visible behind the fabric of his black jean and just the feeling of him against your inner thigh drove you mad.

He forgot how to breath when your hand went down, taking his belt off and he nearly moaned when he saw you drop to your knees in front of him. Ten could say he saw a lot of things in his life, but this, was the most pleasant sight. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as his head dropped backwards. « Please, Y/N. », he almost moaned, begging to be touched. You snapped, taking off his last clothes.

His erection spread free, and you immediatly took him in your hand. Ten’s jaw dropped, letting a breathy moan feel the empty kitchen. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt something like that, the simplest touch making his knees weak.

Your hand started to work up and down his shaft, watching carefully as a drop of pre-cum came out of his slit.

« Y/N. », warned Ten, taking a hanful of your hair. « Don’t tease. », his voice was huskier, deeper, demanding.

You smirked, keeping your mouth shut, not giving him what he needed the most. « Y/N, your mouth. », he growled, his hand pressing on the back of your head. You finally darted your tongue out, kitten licking the tip of his cock. Ten’s head dropped back, letting out a shaky breath. « Take all of it. », he said, opening his eyes to watch you. You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking, resulting in Ten letting out another breathy moan. You wanted, you needed to hear more. His ragged breaths and little moans sounded like music to you, encouraging you to take more.

Bobbing your head, your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t take in, you focused on his moans, growing more and more loud. « Fuck, Y/N. », he moaned, his grip on your hair grew tighter, making you moan against his shaft.

His hips bucked, triggering your gag reflex. His hand moved from his own hair to your cheek, slowly caressing it with his thumb as a silent apology.

His moans were more and more high pitched as he was getting closer to his climax. « You feel so good. », he whined. He was close, so close, you could feel it. His eyes closed, throat exposed, a thin layer of sweat made his skin shine under the light of the room, his lower lip caught between his lips, his expression telling he was about to reach his high.

But you stopped. His eyes widened at the sudden lost, watching you with surprised eyes through the locks flatten on his forehead, « What the fuck ? », he asked through gritted teeth. « You’re going to fucking regret that. »

He bent down, grabbing your jaw before kissing you and getting you up. His grip on your waist was stronger as he guided you into his room. He didn’t bother turning the light on, the only source of luminocity being the street lights, he walked you until the back of your knees hit his bed, making you fall into the matress.

He detached his lips from yours, leaving you breathless, panting. You started to feel some kind of disconfort between your legs and you were arching for the boy in front of you. With his hands on each side of your head, he started to assault your neck again, leaving a trail of kisses and bites until his lips met the fabric of your bra. You arched your back, letting him sneak one hand behing your back to unclap it. 

His eyes stayed on your cleavage as he threw the piece of clothing somewhere. He didn’t waste any time, his lips wrapped around one of your nipple, massaging the other between his fingers. Your moans started to fill the room, a mixture of Ten’s name and curses, you needed more. One of your hands gripped the sheets, holding thightly, while the other grabbed Ten’s locks, trying to force him down.

« What is it kitten ? », he asked, the nickname rolling out of mouth like honey, amusement clear in his voice, he was about to get his revenge for what you did earlier. « Please, Ten. », you could only answer. He hummed, finally leaving your nipples. However, he continued his slow torture, leaving once again a trail of wet kisses until he reached the hem of your jean. « Do you want me to take them off ? », he asked, chuckling when he saw you eargerly nod, your hand holding his so he would hurry up.

Slowly, he started to undo the button of your jean and the zipper, taking the fabric off, letting his fingertips drag along the soft skin. Ten parted your legs, taking place between them, your panties being the only thing separating your heat from his lips.

You needed to feel some kind of friction, you were suffocating. You tangled your fingers in Ten’s hair, making him look up at you. His eyes were still dark, but with a new hint of determination. When he saw yours, begging him silently to be touched, he smirked, lightly touching you through your panties.

« Words. », he simply said, playing with the hem of your panties. You whined, before opening your mouth « Please, I need your mouth. », you breathed, cursing yourself for sounding so desperate but at this point, you didn’t care. You looped your fingers around the last clothing covering you, trying to take it of. « So needy. », chuckled Ten, wrapping his fingers around your wrists to pin them at your sides.

You let out a sigh as Ten removed the last piece of fabric, tossing it somewhere in the room. You could feel his breath on your heat, moving your hips so his mouth would finally come in contact with it, he only pinned your hips to the matress so you wouldn’t move.

« Now…», he started, « Move or make a noise and  I’ll stop. », he stated, spreading your wetness, watching you nod while biting your lips to prevent yourself from making any sound. He smiled, letting his fingers stroke your folds. His slow torture continued, his lips touching everywhere except where you needed him the most. 

You tried not to move, but you knew your hips would eventually start moving to find his lips. You were panting, cleavage rising and falling with every uneven breath.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Ten places a single kiss on your clit, letting his teeth lightly bite on it. You had to bite your cheek to containt any sound, but the simplest touch from the boy drove you crazy and the anticipation growing in the pit of your stomach was starting to make you lose your mind. Sweat was already forming on your body, making your hair stick to your forehead and you knew Ten was only getting started.

He moaned at the taste of you, and something snaped, like he was as needy as you, he took your legs before hooking them over his shoulders. His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping your legs spread before he started licking eagerly.

One of your hands moved to cover your mouth, eyes screwed shut and head thrown back. He didn’t seem to notice, however, he definitly heard one of your muffled moans when his finger started to rub circles on your clit. He looked up, lips and chin shining from your juice, he raised an eyebrow, trying to look annoyed but his grin told you otherwise. His hand grabbed your wrist, removing your hand from your mouth and pinning it again to your side. You tried to grip the sheet, but your fingers automatically intertwined with his hair when he started sucking on your clit, his finger entering you. He stopped every move, moving up to face you again. « It’s such a shame. », he started, his hand moving from your knee to your hip. « I told you not to move. », he continued, head dropping to the crook of your neck. « You taste so good, I could eat you out for hours. », he moaned.

You couldn’t help but whine, you were too sensitive, but you needed to feel him inside you. « Ten… », you breathed. He only hummed, starting to rub himself between your folds. His breath got caught in his throat, he was as needed as you, as hard as a rock, but he was too cocky. « Beg. », he said between gritted teeth, he was holding himself back.

You mentally cursed him for being so arrogant, bringing your lips to his Adam’s apple, you finally opened your mouth and breathed, « Please Ten, fuck me. » And that’s all he needed, he wasted no time in pushing harshly into you, making you cry out. He growned, his heavy breathing ghosting over the skin of your neck. « Fuck, you feel so good. », he gasped, not moving yet. Ten’s mind was fogged with pleasure, once again, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt something like that. Pleasure was taking over his body, heart beating in his chest, he was focused on you, only you.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh, but he didn’t care. He started pounding into you while leaving kisses on your neck and collarbones, in an attempt to muffles his growns. You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less, your moans filling the room. « Fuck, Ten ! » His thrusts were deep and rapid, his moans starting to grow louder and louder with every hip movement.

He was chassing his climax, eyes shut, feeling your walls around him. You arched your back when he hit a particular spot, making you see stars. Your nails dragged down his back, before holding onto his arms. He took one of your hands with his, intertwining his fingers with yours before crashing his lips on yours.

You both moaned, breaths and groans breaking the messy kiss. Ten’s other hand sneaked down, rubbing harsh circles on your clit, helping you reach your high. « Are you gonna cum for me ? », he asked, lips still brushing yours.  You could only moan, hoping he would understand, and he did, pounding faster into you.

Soon enough, you felt the fire in the pit of your stomach explode, a trail of curses mixed with Ten’s name leaving your lips. Ten felt your walls contract around him, a loud curse falling from his lips. He head in the crook of your neck, moaning lowly near your ear, he chanted, « Fuck, you’re going to make me come, you’re going to make me come. »