#gauging comfort levels | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sleepyangelkami · 3 months ago

Text

INDISPOSED d.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.1K

DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you always seem to feel more than upset when you're sick. luckily for you, dean's always by your side when you fall ill, no matter the time.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - sick!reader, illness symptoms, flu, dizziness, aches, reader's a little emotional, eating?, crying, mention of reader's lonely past, non-sexual nudity, kinda crybaby!reader, (1) use of y/n, slightly ooc dean, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

there's seemingly a tell tale sign of when you're feeling extra poorly, and that's the feeling of water beginning to pool in your waterline.

you couldn't help the dramatics that would take over your body, much less when you find dean sitting in your bedroom, assuring you that it was alright that he'd come home early from his hunt. "you shouldn't have to leave sam alone 'cause of me." you were a sniffling mess at your desk, for two reasons, one being that you were upset and the second being that your nose was so stuffed you could hardly breathe.

"sammy's fine to figure out the rest of this one, baby." dean was sitting on your bed, girly covers and throw pillows surrounding him. "and i don't have to do anything, i'm choosing to be here." dean's voice was all low and soft, the voice he used when you were upset which was seemingly more often than you'd thought.

you heard him shuffle across the room to where you sat on a brown, tattered chair.

he crouched down so he was eye level with you. "come on, sweetheart, you know you're just upset 'cause you feel all sick." his hand was gently tracing your thigh, soothing you from your sniffles. "think you just need to lay down, yeah?"

you mumbled something that he didn't quite catch with a nod.

he waited momentarily but you hadn't made any decision to move. "y/n." your eyes snapped up to meet his. "come lay down."

"okay." was your sheepish response.

dean didn't often call you by your name, he cast it away with all the lovely nicknames he'd picked out for you personally. nobody was baby but his car, until he'd met you. it came so easily, that soft way of loving.

when dean had you finally beneath the blankets, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, half-comforting and half-trying to gauge your temperature.

"where are you going?" your hand reached out for his lower arm.

dean turned down to look at you, a smile softly reaching his lips. "just getting your medication, baby, i'll be back, don't worry." and this time, the kiss pressed against your forehead was purely because he felt like it.

dean was well aware of your inability to take care of yourself. now, he was in no way calling you a nuisance, he just wished you cared for yourself as much as he did. with that being said, he did always love being able to care for you, it was a way that was so different than having to take care of sam his whole life. perhaps it was because this, he wasn't obliged to do, it wasn't expected of him.

he loved taking care of you but if anything were to happen to him... he'd like to know you could take care of yourself, too.

when dean returned to the bedroom, you were passed out asleep against the sheets. the man couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

you were a chatty person, awfully bubbly at times. and dean loved that about you, listening to you babble on about something and when he didn't catch a word he'd ask you to repeat what you said, it was always funny watching as the gears turned in your head, trying to remember.

sometimes you swore you talked so much that you tuned yourself out.

dean didn't though, he listened to every word that spilled from your lips.

but you were chatty with everyone you were close to. god forbid you ever went on a road trip with he and sam.

but with him you could be quiet at times, you still got shy and nervous around him which always made him coo, there was something sweet at the fact you could be so different behind closed doors, so yourself.

and seeing you like this, your lips drew into a pout and pink staining your ill cheeks, well it was rather nice, he thought.

he hated to be so evil as he was to wake you.

"sweetheart." the mere whisper of the name as his hands came down to soothe your arms was enough to have your eyelids peeling open. "sweetheart, c'mon, you gotta take your medicine."

a half-whine fell from your lips as he sat you up against the bed, sitting too so that you could lean yourself against him. dean was suddenly aware of how much hotter your body had gotten. he hadn't been gone long, just a trip to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and the medication he needed, though it'd taken him a while to find it. he had a bad habit of leaving things in strange places and forgetting about it.

he handed you off the capsules and then the glass of water.

"how're you feeling, honey?" the back of his palm pressed against your right cheek then slightly down your top, to your chest. he was like a concerned mother. "you're really hot."

"thanks." you quipped, leaning your hot forehead against his arm and sipping the water he'd given you.

he rolled his eyes at your remark, obviously taking your sickness more seriously than you were. "'m serious, you can't have blankets."

"dean!"

"no."

"dean, 'm cold." you nuzzled yourself further into dean's warm body, a dark grey hoodie coated his form along with black sweatpants, not his usual attire.

"you're not cold." he took your face between his two hands. "you're sick." pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose. you fought the words 'sap' to come from the back of your scratchy throat. "you can have the blankets but i have to take this off, then." you felt him gently pull at the shirt you'd stolen from him, clad on your body.

"deal." you mumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness hit you.

to make matters worse, you shook your head, thinking it would rid of the dizziness.

"hey, don't do that." he steadied your head before taking the glass out from your hands and placing it on the bedside dresser.

you felt his hands on your shirt, slowly pulling it from your frame. you helped by putting your arms in he air, allowing him to pull it off your body and toss it somewhere on the ground.

"want the tv on?" you nodded your head silently as the man rose from his place on the bed, reaching the tv stand where he picked up the remote and switched it on.

aimlessly, you uttered, "my legs hurt." while sliding back under the pretty covers.

he was busy fidgeting with the buttons on the remote. he never did know how to work your tv properly. "'s just cause your sick, it'll go away, baby."

you huffed at his response, laying your head on the pillows while you pulled the blanket close to you. you were cold but it was that sickly cold where you couldn't tell if it was really a chill or perhaps you were so warm that you felt cold, which didn't make a whole pile of sense.

when dean finally climbed back into the bed, your body practically collapsed on top of him.

he laid with an arm behind his neck and the other trailing shapes across your bare back, you lay with your head on his chest, listening to the low tv along with the thumping of his heart.

"are you okay?" you mumbled, voice slick with tiredness. the sickness was weird like that, hitting you suddenly, leaving just as immediately.

dean could have cooed at you. even while you were wrapped up in blankets, sick as a small hospital, you managed to ask him if he was okay.

It was another reason why he liked taking care of you. you took care of each other. "i'm okay."

another hushed mumble. "promise?"

"i promise." he answered honestly, fingers against your skin, moving up and down your back. "get some sleep, 'kay?"

a yawn passed your lips. "okay."

they said sleep was the best medicine, that it cured everything that was curable. well, you weren't sure anyone had said it to you but you just knew that it was said.

you had to beg to differ.

by dinnertime, your temperature was running hot.

earlier was the kind of sick that you could stomach, this was the kind of sick that had you flushed against the headboard of your bed, hands running down your face as you felt your head pound against the back of your eyes.

you could hear dean walk back into the room and you felt guilt soar through your veins.

you knew you were being... difficult to say the least. but you couldn't help it, hot tears gathering at your waterline all over again.

the mattress dipped as dean nudged your arm and you looked up at him with glossy eyes before looking down at the sandwich sitting on a plate in his hands.

"know you said you're not hungry but can you try eat some f'me? 's jam." his tone was all soft and his voice was all quiet. by now, he'd turned off the tv and closed the curtains, noticing how the light had been affecting your eyes. the only light on now was the little lamp sitting on your bedside table so you could actually see your surroundings.

you nodded hesitantly and took the sandwich from him.

dean noticed things about you like nobody else. he very early on found out that you loved jam sandwiches, you loved raspberry jam but you had an awful distaste for strawberry jam so from there on, he never bought strawberry jam on the offhand occurence that you may accidentally use it without looking at the label and get your jam sandwich ruined.

you were halfway through said sandwich when you placed it back on the plate, begging to tear up.

dean immediately took notice of it, taking the plate from you. "wh's wrong, baby? too much?"

you shook your head, sniffling. even the act of shaking your head had you clutching it soon after.

dean tutted, moving your hand away so he could soothe your forehead with a kiss and a gentle movement of his thumb. "poor girl." you heard him mutter under his breath, his brows strewn together in sympathy.

looking up at him, you had those glassy eyes that made his stomach feel almost as nauseous as yours. he didn't have to ask what was troubling you for you answered, anyway, to the silent question behind his eyes. "you're so nice to me."

his heart shattered a little.

it was no supirse that you didn't grow up with much comfort surrounding you and that only got worse as you began to get older. some days, you didn't think you'd ever get the comfort that your body ached for. and then dean winchester walked in, and his one and only goal was to take care of you, was to care for you, was to love you.

so you couldn't help tearing up a little from time to time when you think about the strawberry jam he gave up just for you.

"oh, baby. you're my sweet girl." he pulled you closer to him, putting your forehead against his chest so you could lean your weight on him. "'course 'm nice to you."

he helped you sit on his lap, fully discarding the place wherever his hands could push it to.

then his hands found your body, roaming it with this gentleness yet assertion. you'd put his shirt back on a while ago and discarded the blankets, which he was thankful for. he needed to break your temperature.

you weren't due medication for another two hours and you'd taken all the painkillers you could.

right now, all he could offer was himself.

and that was enough for you.

your arms tightened around his shoulders as you sniffled, tears breaking down your cheeks with a defeated sigh. "hate bein' sick." you uttered, sadness evident in your voice.

"i know, angel, i know." he gently rocked you in his lap, not enough to make your head dizzy but enough to bring you back to the moment, to remind you he was there.

and you stayed like that for seemingly a long time, melting into one another's embrace as if it were the most entertaining thing in the world.

you pressed your flush cheek against the hoodie covering his bare shoulder. the tears eventually dried up and all that was left was your frustrated sighs and mumbles.

"'s okay, sweetheart." he pressed a final kiss to your flushed face. "it'll pass."

and he was by your side as soon as it did.

main masterlist/dean's masterlist

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester x reader smut #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x reader angst #dean winchester x reader comfort #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst #dean winchester smut #dean winchester comfort #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural x y/n #supernatural drabble #sleepyangelkami

616 notes · View notes

umamaki · 24 days ago

Text

FALSE GOD ! caleb x reader

CONTAINS l&ds caleb, female reader, hurt/comfort, explicit smut, pwp, size kink if squint, caleb gloves mentioned, car sex, gendered pet names, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, edging, brief inappropriate use of evol, language, possessiveness, make up sex yay, lmk what i miss. wc 1.4k

NOTE i had an itch and i scratched it…

divider by saradika_graphics

“There’s my girl.”

The roof of the parking lot is supposed to be empty. Your car is the only one parked and you certainly hadn’t heard another pair of footsteps accompanying yours just now.

You don’t allow yourself a chance to be startled by the familiar voice cutting through the night’s silence as the revolver once snug in your waistband is aimed at their throat.

Nothing—nothing could’ve prepared you for who was at the other end. There did not exist a single universe where you would’ve been able to correctly guess, unless it’s one where dead men come back alive.

“Caleb?” It was barely a whisper, but the soft wind carried your voice to his ears. You falter and step back. The gun still points at him but it’s your arms that only slightly weaken.

“So it really is you,” he looks different, matured. He’s grown taller and gained weight. There’s a mix of desperation and relief in the way he looks at you, “you haven’t changed a bit, Love.”

There’s a hint of a tease in his tone, but he doesn’t mean it. He watches you with bated breath, gauging your reaction.

You finally snap out of it.

“What the fuck, Caleb? I thought you died!” Anger overcomes your initial shock. Betrayal, too. You raise the gun back at his throat, your grip on it tightening.

“And here I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“I don’t know where the hell you’ve been. But you know, you really had me fucking convinced.”

“Don’t be so naive. I did what I had to do.”

“Like what, lie? To me? That’s bullshit and you know it.” His face gets blurry with every tear that begins to cloud your vision. You hastily blink them away, just to see him in clarity again. “You were my best friend.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He steps forward. He uses one hand to lower your gun away from his body, and the other to wipe the tears flowing down your cheek. He bows down to where his face is level with yours, “so let me make it up to you.”

He finally embraces you. His face is buried into your shoulder and he holds you so tightly that you can hardly muster up enough breath to tell him to relax. He smells like home.

“I missed you, you know. I missed you the whole time. You’re my girl, after all.” He looks you in the eyes and there’s earnest in every part of him, you don’t doubt it.

“I thought I lost you,”

“I’m here now. Let me take care of you, make up for the time we lost, hm?”

He ghosts his lips up over yours but waits for your confirmation. You don’t hesitate to close the gap. He immediately devours your mouth with his, kissing you back with such fervor that you are firmly pressed against the side of your car.

You think you feel drops of rain fall down on you, but Caleb is quick. He opens the your back door and positions you at the entrance.

“And look what I can do now,” his hands settle on the top edge of the door and you’re not sure why that is, until you feel an invisible force thrust you to lay across the back seats. The top of your head brushes against his knuckles but it doesn’t hurt.

The door is slammed shut and Caleb is immediately back on you, wasting no time in kissing and sucking a trail down from your jaw to your neck.

“We probably shouldn’t.” He’d changed over the time he was gone, that part was true. He carried around an air of danger and sin. However you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just the least bit tempted by it.

“Yeah? Says who? There’s no one else here but us.” You gasp when he nips your neck where your pulse is, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “You’re a big girl now, aren’t you? Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

His hands circle your inner thigh. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing to you. You’re practically soaked through to your pants. You regret what you said and shake your head, taking it back.

“What is it? Use your words baby,”

“Don’t stop. Please, Caleb, don’t stop.”

He parts from your neck and lowers himself to make out with your tits through your clothes. The pressure coming from him and the friction of your clothes rubbing against your sensitive nipples causes a moan of pleasure to escape from your lips.

You kick off your shoes and he helps with pulling both your pants and underwear off with one fluid motion. He positions your thighs to rest atop each of his shoulders, sloppily kissing the inside of them. Your hands naturally find themselves grasping his hair.

“This all for me?” He begins with a tentative lick to your clit, but it’s not enough. You pull him closer to your heat through his hair, all the confirmation he needs to fully make out with your pussy.

“Ngh—Caleb…” You whimper his name in between moans. Your heels involuntarily dig into his back, hard, but still he doesn’t budge. He sucks on your clit and licks at your folds with the same intensity as before.

“You taste good, baby. All mine.” He rises to kiss you, failing to neglect your lower half as his gloved fingers plunge themselves in your aching hole, thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

The warmth inside you increases with each thrust of Caleb’s fingers. Your moans become louder and you become limp in his hold. You’re ready to reach your climax, so when he abruptly rips his fingers out of you, you can’t help but let out a whine.

You’re out of breath and confused. In your haze, he pulls off his belt and frees his hard cock from his pants, stroking it for a moment of relief.

He was big. Not surprising, given the way his body fills up the enclosed space of your car. Everything about him was so, so big.

He appears to be able to read your mind. “You can take it, can’t you?” To that you answer with a nod, eyes not leaving his length. “Good girl.”

You’re still sensitive from when he fingered you and the subsequent intrusion is a mix of pleasure and pain. He takes satisfaction in seeing you take him so well, inch by inch. He likes how your pretty mouth hangs open and how your belly rises and falls with each labored breath.

After what feels like an eternity, he’s stretched you out to the hilt. You’re convinced you’ve never felt so utterly and completely full as you do now.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He presses a hand down on your stomach solely to feel himself inside you.

“Just, move. Please—” You’re growing desperate and restless.

“Is that the tone you want to use with me?” He draws back so only his tip remains inside you. “But since you said please…” You scream when his cock slams back in and starts going at a ruthless pace. You hear lightning strike in the distance.

“Fuck fuck, Feels s’good Caleb—”

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Missed this so much.”

Your orgasm comes fast this time. It’s blinding and encompassing and it takes all your breath away. He takes you through it, continuing his pace and rubbing your clit for added relief. He follows suit soon after, finishing inside you with one last thrust and collapsing on top of you without pulling out. The weight is comfortable, warm.

Your windows are covered in a layer of fog and the rain outside has become a wet downpour. The muffled sound of raindrops surround the two of you and you think you could fall asleep in this exact moment.

“I’m still mad at you.” Your hands find their way back to playing with his hair.

He chuckles and his whole body vibrates as he does, “I know, Babygirl. I know.”

1K notes · View notes

urhoneycombwitch · 1 year ago

Note

eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation

until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻

and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it

ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡

cw: +18 mdni, Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)

____________

On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.

Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.

Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?

So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.

Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.

There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.

He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”

“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”

“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”

He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.

The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.

When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”

“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”

Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”

He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”

You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”

“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”

With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”

At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.

“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”

Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.

“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.

When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time.

“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”

You shiver. Visibly.

A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.

He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”

You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.

Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.

“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one.

When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.

Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.

“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”

You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”

While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”

Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.

“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.

“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.

Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.

“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.

His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.

When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.

He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).

“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”

Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.

Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.

When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”

The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.

“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x inexperienced!reader #eddie munson x you

2K notes · View notes

jaythes1mp · 7 months ago

Note

I was wondering how you think readers life would be different if they were a puppy hybrid instead of a cat? I had a dream about this last night after I reread your works

You had a dream abt it after my fic?🫢🥹💚

The dynamics between the reader and the family would noticeably change if the reader took on more canine traits rather than feline. The bat’s would likely respond differently, as canine behaviors and characteristics can vary significantly from those associated with cats. The reader's dog-like nature could shape how the family interacts with and cares for them, adding a different layer to their relationships and potentially influencing the family's behaviour. They’d expect more from you.

The nature of a dog is typically more sociable and dependent, leading to different expectations and interactions.

So if you don't immediately respond to their affections by showing signs of eagerness, like a happy, loving puppy would, the family would interpret your behaviour as abnormal. They might worry that something is wrong with you, as canine behaviour typically involves being sociable and receptive to affection.

They'd expect you to enjoy being petted, as dogs often crave human touch and attention.

You’d promptly be sent out on your way to a vet. Because, something must be the matter with you. It could never be their faults. They'd assume that the issue lies within you rather than considering the possibility that they might be the source of the problem.

In contrast to their care for Kitten Reader, they'd be more inclined to allow Puppy Reader to spend time in human form. This is because it's easier for them to monitor and assess your mental state when you're in human form. As they find it less challenging to gauge your emotions, well-being, and mental state when you're human if you’re completely unreceptive as a pup.

For a kitten it’s natural to be less receptive to affection, batting at their hands or hissing when they get too close. But it’s completely abnormal for a pup. You’re supposed to seek out their touch, not flinch from it.

So they need to nip your behaviour in the bud.

Damian, being the meticulous and dedicated individual that he is, will take it upon himself to arrange online training sessions with the most skilled and highly regarded trainers available. He believes that you ought to behave in a manner that befits your canine nature and will take great care in selecting trainers who can help you learn and adapt accordingly.

He will diligently oversee your progress, taking notes on your behavior and ensuring that you receive the necessary guidance.

Dick, being the “loving and dedicated older brother” that he likes to call himself, will dive into a thorough online research session to discover the best ways to force have you to be affectionate with him. His search queries including phrases like "How to get your dog to like you," "How to create a bond with your new puppy," and "How to make a puppy love you instantly." He’ll immerse himself in articles, videos, and guides that provide tips and techniques to form a deep and affectionate connection with you.

This ends up resulting with every time you manage to do literally anything besides growling at him, whether it be making eye contact, sitting, or even just existing in his presence, you’re immediately rewarded with a dog biscuit as an incentive.

Jason, with his rugged exterior and rough edges, is the type to carry you, no matter how large your fluffy canine physique, in a practical doggy bag. While he may appear tough on the outside, he has a deep attachment to you in your puppy form, as in some underlying level he sees himself in you.

Especially if you have any visible scars that can’t be concealed in your canine form, he might find an even stronger affinity towards you, mirroring his own experiences in a strange yet comforting way.

Tim, being the methodical and detail-oriented individual, he is, would design an unnecessarily intricate and ultra-luxurious dog pen for you indoors. This pen would be thoughtfully equipped with every amenity and comfort appropriate for your puppy needs. However, he's also pragmatic and meticulous, and would ensure that appropriate measures were in place to lock you up if you needed disciplining for misbehavior, demonstrating his keen attention to both your comfort and safety.

Tim's favorite creation thus far for you is the collar fused to your skin in a way that causes no discomfort when you transform from one form to another. It relays live data to the Bat-computer and a specially designed app installed on each family member's phone. The collar monitors everything you consume, tracks your whereabouts, keeps tabs on your vitals, and records your voice continuously for 24 hours. Moreover, it also picks up on any intense emotions you're experiencing, providing the family with a comprehensive understanding of your canine state of mind at all times.

The collar is discreetly designed to blend in, looking just like any ordinary dog collar one would purchase at a pet store, except perhaps a bit more posh and expensive. However, the back of the collar is adorned with a beautiful tag bearing all the family members’ contact details.

Other features are installed to keep you in line. A built-in shocker to administer a warning shock in case of any misbehaving behavior. After all, a little shock can go a long way in shaping a puppy's behavior. The collar is also equipped with a feature that bypasses the need for conscious thought to shift between your human and puppy form. It sends signals directly to your brain, creating a sort of mental “shortcut” to seamlessly transform between states. It takes much of the guesswork out of transforming, streamlining the process and making it effortless, forcing you to shift and taking away your ability to choose with a click of a button.

Bruce, being the overprotective father figure that he wishes to be, would be disheartened with the limitations placed on him. He’d long to take you to the grocery store, show you off to his co-workers, or even simply take walks around the park in his neighborhood. However, the others would be quick to point out that your canine form might attract unwanted public attention, and the less people knew about your existence, the better it would be for everyone’s security.

Like, What the fuck do you mean he can’t take his purebred puppy inside this fine dining establishment?? He’s a billionaire. Make the exception before he has your whole restaurant shut down and each of your employees knee-deep in debt by the end of the day.

Link to official chapter

Like to previous cat reader

I’m so tired… really hope you liked this, anon.

657 notes · View notes

missrosiesworld · 6 months ago

Text

Moonlit Confessions

Here are some headcanons for Von Lycaon's first kiss with his crush, along with a short story:

Height Difference: Given Von Lycaon's towering height of 6'6", his first kiss involves a noticeable height difference from his crush. He might have to lean down or gently lift his crush to bring them closer to his level. This gesture would be both protective and intimate, emphasizing his careful nature.

Gentle Approach: Despite his intimidating appearance, Von Lycaon would approach the kiss with surprising gentleness. He would likely start by caressing his crush's cheek or tucking a strand of hair behind their ear, ensuring they are comfortable and receptive before moving closer.

Careful Control: Von Lycaon is aware of his strength and size, so he would be incredibly careful and controlled, ensuring that his crush feels safe and cherished. His hands would likely rest lightly on their waist or shoulders, providing a comforting presence without overwhelming them.

Tender and Slow: The kiss would begin softly, almost hesitant, as Von Lycaon carefully gauges his crush's response. He would start with a gentle brush of his lips against theirs, savoring the moment and ensuring that every movement is tender and considerate.

Building Intensity: As his confidence grows and his crush reciprocates, the kiss would deepen. Von Lycaon would cup the back of their head or cradle their face, his touch firm yet gentle. The kiss would become more passionate but never rushed, as he takes his time exploring this new, intimate connection.

Subtle Canine Traits: In moments of heightened emotion, his canine traits might subtly manifest. His ears might twitch, or there might be a slight wag of his tail if he's particularly happy. This adds a unique, endearing element to the experience.

Emotional Vulnerability: For Von Lycaon, the first kiss is not just a physical act but an emotional commitment. He would feel vulnerable, sharing a part of himself that he usually keeps guarded. His eye, usually calm and composed, might show a flicker of nervousness or intense emotion.

Aftermath: Post-kiss, Von Lycaon would hold his crush close, keeping his arms wrapped securely around them, resting his forehead against theirs, savoring the shared intimacy. His tail, usually a subtle indicator of his feelings, would continue to wag slightly, reflecting his happiness.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the quiet city. Von Lycaon walked beside his crush, the streets mostly deserted at this hour. The soft sound of their footsteps was the only thing breaking the serene silence. Despite his usual calm demeanor, Lycaon felt a flutter of nervousness in his chest. The moment felt different tonight—special, charged with an unspoken anticipation.

As they walked, he found himself sneaking glances at them, admiring the way the moonlight played off their features. There was something enchanting about them, something that always drew him in. His height usually made him feel imposing, but around them, he felt a strange sense of vulnerability—a desire to be gentle and kind.

They reached a quiet park, the perfect place for a moment of respite. Lycaon, ever the gentleman, offered his arm to his crush, guiding them to a nearby bench. They sat down, the cool night air enveloping them. For a moment, neither spoke, the silence filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city.

Lycaon turned to face his crush, his heart racing beneath his calm exterior. "The moon is beautiful tonight," he murmured, his voice steady yet carrying a depth of emotion. His crush looked up, nodding in agreement, their eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moon.

Encouraged by the quiet intimacy of the moment, Lycaon spoke again, his voice gentle. "There's something I've been wanting to share with you," he began, his tone both earnest and tender. He reached out, gently cupping their cheek, his thumb tracing a soft line along their skin. "You've captured my heart in a way I never thought possible," he confessed, his gaze meeting theirs with vulnerability and affection.

His crush's eyes softened, a gentle smile forming on their lips. "You mean that?" they asked, their voice tinged with hope and warmth.

Lycaon nodded, his expression sincere. "Yes, more than anything. Being with you feels... right, like everything has fallen into place," he continued, his hand tenderly cradling their cheek. "I've come to cherish every moment we share, and I find myself wanting more—more time, more memories, more of you."

His crush leaned into his touch, their smile widening. "I feel the same," they admitted, their voice soft and sincere. "I've been hoping you felt this way too."

A relieved smile spread across Lycaon's face, his eye lighting up with joy. "I'm glad," he whispered, leaning in closer. "I promise to always cherish and protect you, to make sure you know just how much you mean to me."

As the words left his lips, the air around them seemed to hum with a newfound closeness. Leaning down, he brought his face closer to theirs, his tall frame bending over protectively. He hesitated for a moment, his breath mingling with theirs, as if seeking silent permission. When his crush's eyes fluttered shut, Lycaon took it as the answer he needed.

Gently, he closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting his crush's in a tender, tentative kiss. The initial touch was soft and hesitant, yet filled with all the emotions he'd been holding back. The warmth of their lips and the softness of their skin sent a shiver down his spine. His hand moved to cradle the back of their head, his fingers gently threading through their hair, while his other arm wrapped securely around their waist, pulling them closer to him.

As the kiss deepened, Lycaon's movements became more confident and assured. The gentle kiss transformed into something more passionate and intense. His lips pressed more firmly against theirs, exploring and savoring the moment. The tenderness was still there, but now it was accompanied by a fervent desire, a longing that had been kept at bay for too long. His breaths became deeper, his heart racing as the kiss continued.

His grip tightened slightly, not in a constricting way, but as if he wanted to hold them closer, never letting go. The gentle tangling of fingers in their hair became a caress, his hand moving down to gently cradle their jaw. The kiss was no longer just a meeting of lips; it was an expression of deep affection and connection. His tail, a clear indicator of his emotions, wagged more visibly, betraying the joy and contentment he felt in that moment.

Finally, they pulled away, both breathless and with their foreheads resting together. Lycaon felt a profound warmth spread through him, a sense of contentment and rightness that he had never experienced before. A rare, genuine smile spread across his face, reaching his eye. As if to further express his affection, his tail gently wrapped around his crush, holding them close and conveying a protective, loving embrace.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and affection. "For trusting me... and for this."

His crush smiled back, their eyes twinkling with shared joy. "Thank you, Lycaon," they whispered, their voice just as soft. "For everything."

A deep sense of contentment and serenity washed over Lycaon as they sat there, wrapped in each other's arms under the moonlit sky. In this moment, he knew their relationship had begun a new chapter, filled with promise and closeness. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly at peace, content in the knowledge that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

466 notes · View notes

meta-squash · 2 months ago

Text

I think of all the popular Torchwood fanon characterisation tropes, one of the ones that frustrates me the most is the general characterisation that Owen's bedside manner is terrible.

Because from what we see in canon, Owen's bedside manner is actually fantastic. He's rude and a prick and spiky in all other aspects of his job at Torchwood. But all the times we see him in "doctor mode" in canon, he's completely concentrated on his responsibility and tasks as a doctor. He gauges his patients' stress level and personality and adjusts to make them most comfortable. For example, when he's extracting the bullets from Gwen's side in Countrycide, he banters/flirts with her, because he knows that's how to keep her mind off the pain. When he's running the mind probe in Sleeper or examining Tommy in TTLM, he's more clinical, but still 100% focused on the patient. He and Henry have (in the full uncut scene) a long very human philosophical conversation where Owen is so attentive to both the monitoring machines and what the old man is saying, and then he's completely devastated when he can't save Henry with CPR because of his undead state and having no breath. In Meat, he's so sensitive to the pain the creature is in; in Dead Man Walking, he's casual with Jamie because Jamie is casual first, but it's obvious that he really does care.

I think that's part of why Owen is so interesting. He's an asshole so much of the time, but he's also someone who really really cares about the wellbeing of others. Before Katie's death, he was a respected doctor, and good at his job, and I don't think that part of him changed, really. I think when he's just himself, Owen Harper, he's angry and anxious and vulnerable and grief-stricken and it makes him an asshole as he tries to shield himself. But when he's Doctor Owen Harper, he's focused and caring and very very good at his job.

Emotionally and psychologically, he's a goddamn mess, but I think when he's in the role of healer, of helper, of caregiver, he's in it 100%.

#torchwood #torchwood meta #owen harper #there are other fanon characterisations that i get frustrated by but this one's the one i've just come across in fic again

289 notes · View notes

rosegolden13 · 13 days ago

Text

Tongues and Teeth

Can’t stop thinking about professional hockey player!John Price and dentist!reader who is always horrified when he comes in with a new chipped tooth so have my most bizarre ficlet yet…

Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about hockey or dentistry

~1.5k words, nothing explicit but it’s… intimate, sensual undertones

The smack of the plastic gloves against your skin as you tugged them on announced your presence in the tiny room. The small pieces of hair that have come out of your bun sway as you shake your head disapprovingly at the sight of him reclining in your chair. “Have you got any real teeth left, John? This is your third visit this season.”

His smile is lazy and amused, the chipped canine tooth on full display, when his calm blue eyes meet yours. “Nice to see ya, too, Doc.” He’s all too comfortable in the chair, work boots crossed and hands resting casually on his stomach. You’re used to tense and anxious patients, not this, but Price’s dental record was enough to make you cringe when you first saw it so you can only suppose he’s become completely desensitized to visits to the dentist.

You inhale and exhale through your nose sharply, prepping your tools as you turn your back to him. “I wish I could say the same but I want to see you on the ice, not in my chair.”

“You a fan, love?” He asks, eyebrows raised. His smile widens a bit, eyes crinkling.

You level him with a steady stare over your shoulder as you consider your answer. It would be a terrible idea to fuel his ego. For God’s sake, he’s a professional hockey player. He doesn’t need any flattering- the press and fans do enough of that.

“No,” you decide to answer, voice a bit flat. “But my dad is. He has the game on whenever I’m over for dinner. Now, open up. Let me see what I’m dealing with.” The rolling chair sinks gently beneath your weight as you settle into it, the wheels of your chair spinning smoothly across the flat, cheap flooring tiles when you move towards him.

Even when he complies with your orders, opening his mouth wide enough that you could fit your whole fist in his mouth, there’s something smug and self-satisfied about him that irritates you to no end. You can’t place exactly what pisses you off about him, perhaps his disregard for his dental health? Or maybe his carefree attitude? The fact that nothing seems to phase him?

Tentatively, you push his lip up slightly with the tip of your gloved finger to study his chipped tooth. The timidness in your touch must be obvious because he stiffens, almost like he’s holding back a laugh. It’s enough to embarrass you. You try to avoid meeting his eyes though you know from experience that he’s definitely staring at you. The closeness puts you on edge. He puts you on edge.

It won’t be too difficult of a job to fill in the chip but with his profession, you need to make the filling as strong as possible. Gently, your gloved thumb grazes the chipped area, eyes flickering to meet his and gauge his reaction as you pull your hand back from his mouth. His eyes only crinkle in response. “Was tha’ supposed to hurt?”

“You’re lucky it doesn’t. Means the puck you took to the face didn’t cause any nerve damage.” The sharp remark is just an attempt to hide the fact that you’re quickly losing control, like you always do in front of him.

He almost looks offended, scoffing as he adjusts in the chair, the cushion crinkling beneath him. “You know it wasn’ a puck to the face.”

Pleased you managed to get under his skin, you smirk as you get up to grab what you need, completely unaware of his eyes lingering on your ass in your loose blue scrubs. “The truth isn’t much better. A fight on the ice? It’s a bit childish to get violent over a sport, don’t you think?”

His laugh is loud and rough, sounding like it comes from deep in his chest. For whatever reason, your lips tug into a bit of a genuine smile at the sound as you stand on your tip toes to get the supplies from the highest shelf. He rumbles from behind you with a few dying chuckles, “Suppose you got a point there. So, you do watch my games, doll?”

Damn it. There’s no way to lie your way out of giving him the satisfaction that okay, yes, maybe you did watch his most recent game… and all of the others before it since he started coming in. Returning to your chair, you set the supplies down, the metal gently clinking against the tray.

“Out of concern for a patient, yes, I did. Open up.”

You ignore his all too pleased expression that you’ve essentially admitted to watching his games with bated breath, peeking out from behind your hands clasped over your face when he gets in a fight pressed up against the glass, always torn between wanting to know and being terrified to watch.

“Can’t do anythin’ from that distance, Doc.” With his large palm on the back of the chair, he pulls you far too close to maintain professionalism. You’re caught off guard by the sudden movement, balancing yourself by placing your hands on his chest. Even he seems surprised by the sudden contact, not making any snide remark as your cheeks flush and you swiftly sit up properly.

Out of sheer principle, you don’t move back, refusing to be flustered by him as you shoot him a quick glare. “I can adjust myself.” Desperate to hold onto some sort of control, you reach for his jaw, gloved fingers splaying out over his bearded cheek as you gently push down on the divot between his lips and chin to get him to open up.

He complies but you feel no less in control. You’re grateful for the medical mask over the lower half of your face, separating you from breathing the same air as him, unable to feel the warmth when he exhales from his nose and shifts into a more comfortable position. At the very least, his teeth are perfectly clean despite all the fillings and caps preventing the chips from getting any worse.

The work is difficult to settle into when everything about him sets you off. Your arm hovers over his chest as you carefully mold the resin to his tooth, the heat practically radiating from his body. It’s the anticipation of a touch that won’t come- that’s what’s making you so tense. Some part of your body waits for contact when you’re so close to another.

And the contact comes. His tongue sliding against your gloved thumb in what you hope is an accident but know better than to truly think so. The firm glide of his tongue is muted by the plastic guarding your finger but you freeze for a brief moment nonetheless. If he’s trying to rattle you, it’s working, a heat rushing through you in response to the stroke. He’s messing with you and you know it but.. You refuse to let your thoughts wander down that path.

It feels like an eternity before you’re done, finally able to breathe as you pull away, rolling your chair back away from him. “How’s it feel?” You ask him as you unhook the straps of the mask from around your ears.

That damn tongue of his flicks around the newly fixed tooth, licking down the long canine with far too much control and pressure to be unintentional. All the while, he maintains eye contact. He flashes you a charming grin, his legs falling over the edge of the chair as he stands. “Perfect, doll. Knew you could fix me up.”

He gives your shoulder an appreciative squeeze, his hand heavy, large, and warm even through your scrubs. You swear you feel his thumb swipe over the strap of your bra as he lifts his hand. “See you next week, love.” All you do is nod dumbly up at him, too shocked by the touch.

It’s not until he’s out of the room checking back in at the front desk that you process his words. Next week?!

———

You’re in your dad’s kitchen, sleeves rolled up as you scrub at a particularly stubborn stain on a dish. Absently, you hum to yourself as you work. Your dad is watching the game but from what you can hear of his snores, he’s been passed out for a good ten minutes. The drone of the sports announcers drifts in from the next room over.

“… The ref has stopped the play but that doesn’t mean Price stops. Think we’ll see his infamous temper here?”

“Oh, absolutely, Adam. He’s getting far too close to that goalie. And-…”

“That was a stellar right hook! You don’t even get this sort of action in the WWE, do you?”

“Absolutely not. This is a real fight, ladies and gents…”

Your eyes widen a bit as you process the words, walking into the living room with slow steps only to see John’s bluish image on your father’s cheap TV screen. His grin is wide as if to show off the missing tooth on the right side of his mouth. Clearly, he’s won whatever fight he got himself into but you can only stare in horror at the hole in his smile.

Smug as ever as he takes in the wild cheers of the crowd, the bastard has the audacity to wink directly at the camera. Because he knows you're watching.

“For fuck’s sake…”

The cute lil borders are by @cafekitsune !! I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts- this longer writing is new for me!

#john price x reader #captain john price #task force 141 #captain johnathan price #john price x you #john price fanfiction #captain john price x reader #cod modern warfare #cod x reader

172 notes · View notes

howdoesone · 8 months ago

Text

How does one ask their new friend if they also feel like a science experiment gone right?

In today’s rapidly advancing world of reproductive technology, the concept of children conceived through sperm donation is no longer rare. Yet, despite the growing number of kids who share this unique origin story, the conversation surrounding it remains sensitive and often awkward. One particularly tricky scenario is asking a new friend, who might also be a sperm donor child, if they too feel…

View On WordPress

0 notes

mylovesstuffs · 2 days ago

Text

OT13 approaching intimacy with their pregnant s/o

Request: Hiii! Can you please do a Ot13 about like their intimacy and sex life during your (their s/o) pregnancy? Also like what if they do intiniate sex or you do? Or like what will they do? What matters the most to them, what intimacy is to them, how much they prioritise it and all that

A/N: Sorry for making you wait. Surprisingly, had to think about it for a long time lol.

Content: This post discusses intimacy, relationships, and pregnancy, including emotional and physical dynamics. Please proceed if comfortable with these topics.

Seungcheol: As the dependable partner, Cheol would prioritize your comfort above all else. He's deeply attuned to your needs and emotions, always checking in to ensure you're okay. If you initiated, he'd pause to check if you’re sure, then take a slow and sensual approach, ensuring it’s all about your comfort. So when it comes to intimacy, he’s incredibly gentle, making sure you feel cherished and respected. He’s a firm believer in physical touch, often holding your belly while talking to your baby. Even if sex takes a backseat, cuddling and affectionate gestures remain a constant.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan thrives on teasing you in the sweetest way. He enjoys reminding you how beautiful you are, even if you're feeling less than your best. When it comes to intimacy, he’s slow and (also) sensual, taking his time to make you feel adored. He wouldn’t initiate often unless he could tell you wanted to but would at first somewhat tease or flirt to gauge your mood. If you initiated, he’d smirk and tease you a little but would be fully attentive, ensuring you’re comfortable every step of the way. He’s also playful, making you laugh during vulnerable moments. He’ll happily trade physical intimacy for massages or rubbing your feet when you’re too tired.

Joshua: I believe Shua takes a tender and romantic approach, always asking for your comfort levels before initiating anything. I'm telling you again, he will ALWAYS CHECK in with you before initiating anything. He’s incredibly patient, prioritizing your well-being over his needs. Sex during pregnancy is more emotional than physical for him. If you initiated, he’d smile softly, taking it as a sign of trust and will do whatever you want him to do. Expect lots of forehead kisses, slow dancing in the living room, and soft reassurances that he still finds you breathtaking. And even without sex, Joshua would show his love through gestures like foot massages or singing to your baby bump.

Jun: My man becomes even more attentive and thoughtful, taking on the role of your caretaker. He’s curious about every change happening to your body and finds it all fascinating, including the way your baby bump grows. Intimacy with Jun is lighthearted unlike other times, often filled with laughter as he tries to make you feel at ease. He’s naturally affectionate and wouldn’t shy away from initiating intimacy but would do so in a way that made you feel completely at ease. If you initiated, he’d be excited but gentle, showering you with compliments about how beautiful you are. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and won’t push for anything you’re not up for.

Hoshi: Hoshi’s enthusiasm doesn’t falter one bit. He’s all about showering you with affection and telling you how amazing you are for carrying your little tiger cub. His approach to intimacy is spontaneous yet considerate—he’ll make sure to keep things fun and stress-free. Even if you’re not in the mood for sex, he’ll settle for long cuddles, kisses, and telling the baby how much they’re loved. If you initiated, he’d beam with excitement and take it as a sign that you trust him.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo becomes even more protective and gentle during your pregnancy. He would lean into emotional intimacy, letting sex come naturally as you feel comfortable. He rarely initiates but is incredibly responsive if you do, ensuring every moment feels meaningful and stress-free. He’s all about soft, meaningful moments, where the two of you can just connect. Intimacy with him is fluffy and slow, with an emphasis on emotional closeness rather than anything physical. He’ll spend hours reading to you or resting his head on your belly, finding peace in just being close to you.

Woozi: He’s highly attuned to your emotional and physical needs, often putting your comfort above his own desires. He’s less likely to initiate sex during your pregnancy unless he’s certain you’re feeling up to it, but if you initiated, he’d treat it as a chance to connect deeply. Woozi expresses his care in very impactful ways. He may not be overly verbal, but his actions speak louder than words ever can. He’s meticulous about ensuring your comfort and will adjust his schedule to spend more time with you. Intimacy with him is delicate and thoughtful—he focuses on what makes you feel good without putting any pressure on you.

Dokyeom: Kyeom's cheerfulness is contagious (I'll forever say this), and he’s always there to lift your spirits. He’s naturally affectionate but might be shy about initiating sex, worried about your well-being. If you initiated, he’d be thrilled but cautious, ensuring you’re genuinely ready and not pushing yourself. He’ll make you laugh during stressful moments and remind you how stunning you are every day. Intimacy with him is full of warmth and love, ensuring you never feel self-conscious. Even if sex isn’t on the table, he’s more than happy to hold you close and sing softly to your belly.

Mingyu: I think Gyu's love language is physical touch, so intimacy during your pregnancy would be a priority for him—not just sexually but in all forms. He’s highly affectionate, often initiating cuddles, massages, and gentle touches. If you initiated, he’d be eager but controlled, focusing on your comfort and ensuring the experience is as relaxing as possible. ALSO Mingyu thrives on making you feel like a queen during your pregnancy. From cooking your favorite meals to pampering you with spontaneous spa days, he’s all about treating you right. So, intimacy with him is passionate yet tender—he constantly reassures you of your beauty.

Minghao: Hao is incredibly mindful and attentive, always asking how you’re feeling and adapting his approach based on your needs. He’s patient and respectful, never initiating unless he knows you’re comfortable. He sees pregnancy as a beautiful journey and respects the changes in your body. Intimacy is gentle and intentional, with lots of eye contact and affirmations. If you initiated, he’d would proceed with care and attentiveness and if you’re not feeling up for sex, he’ll focus on other forms of connection, like holding hands or meditating together.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan is equal parts doting and passionate, constantly making sure you’re comfortable while also electrifying the mood with his sexiness I'm sorry. But he might hesitate to initiate sex, worried about your comfort. If you initiated, he’d approach it with care and sensitivity, making sure you felt cherished every step of the way. He’s vocal about how proud he is of you, often showering you with compliments. Intimacy with Seungkwan is full of love and care and he’ll take things at your pace and prioritize cuddles, kisses, and emotional connection over anything else.

Vernon: Vernon is adaptable, always going with the flow of your emotions. He’s not one to force anything and instead focuses on being present and supportive. He'll let you take the lead most of the time. He values your comfort and emotional well-being above all else, rarely initiating unless he senses you’re in the mood. If you initiated, he’d treat it with quiet enthusiasm, making sure you felt safe and loved. He’ll spend hours talking with you or playing your favorite songs to relax you. Physical affection remains gentle and unhurried, reflecting his respect for your boundaries. For Vernon, intimacy is about staying connected whether through sex, hanging out together, or simply holding you close.

Dino: Dino approaches your pregnancy with awe and excitement. He’s fascinated by the changes and always eager to help out. I think he'd be kinda nervous too about your pregnancy, often seeking advice to ensure he’s doing everything right. Intimacy with Dino is sweet and youthful, filled with playful moments and heartfelt gestures. He may be a little shy about initiating anything, but he makes up for it with his attentiveness and care. If you initiated, he’d be touched and would focus entirely on making you feel special.

155 notes · View notes

ashstatic · 2 years ago

Text

In a similar vein, asking someone for clarification or just to explain something you don't understand is never a dumb question.

Dumb questions come from these folks who want to come across as superior but their wording of the question shows they know jack shit. Same vibe to me. They want to intimidate and make others feel small with their question.

Typically starts as a partial statement "As we all know the calculus octopus determines the oxygen level of cat fur, how do you account for copper pennies?" My dude, I have no problem skinning you alive in front of your colleagues so everyone in this room will understand exactly how you were just posturing.

You can get a lot of mileage out of acting all smug and pretending that it's obvious when someone asks you to explain something. This is why you should always assume that when someone does this, they're full of shit.

#one of my jobs for a while was taking complicated equipment or new (aka intimidating) technology and breaking it down #so anyone could use it and understand how it worked and complete their scientific experiments. people ranged from the undergrad intern #all the way through someone who was the head of the lab. anyways to be good at this job i had to learn so much about that thing #and around it. was often out of my comfort zone. but once i got it #it was so rewarding. i loved explaining how stuff worked and answering any level of questions. i would gauge people's level #of background in the subject by how they talked about the experiments. i took it as a challenge to make new concepts approachable.#everyone comes at things from different backgrounds and being able to find that bridge is fun.#so as was said above you really gotta know the thing to explain it and over you can you really do want to tell everyone about it

11K notes · View notes

maomao-words · 7 months ago

Text

Fell into the Wind Breaker fandom, got my heart stolen, so I decided to write about (some of) my favorite boys.

Also, Kiryu is my beloved, and I think he deserves more attention and love in this fandom (please).

No TWs. Just endless fluff.

How they act when they have a crush on you:

Sakura Haruka:

Oh. Oh.

Brace yourself for a whirlwind of profound confusion. You will simply not be able to tell if Haruka hates your guts, wishes to never lock eyes with you ever again, or actually wants to smother you with affection to the verge of death.

The way Haruka instantly blushes at your mere sight, crimson seeping all the way down to his neck and collarbone, will make you dizzy with fondness for him. But the way he equally proceeds to stammer at cheery greeting, before spitting something along the line of "I wasn't waiting for you or anything!" before huffing and puffing and disappearing, will make you feel dejected and abandoned at times.

Haruka will spend his mayhem-like crushing stage both near you, always protecting and watching over you, and from a distance, panicking at these strange feelings welling up within his heart and filling him with a warmth he has never experienced before.

My dear, be patient with this foolish child, for he has suffered so much. He likes you so, so, so much that he does not know what to do with himself. But do no fear. Once Haruka's heart is set, nothing, and no one, can make it sway away from you.

Umemiya Hajime:

If you thought spending time with Umemiya was enjoyable before, time filled with nothing but his tender smiles and light jokes, wait until you become the only person reflected in his eyes.

Umemiya will simply refuse to let you leave his side. Wherever he goes, you have to be there, hand entangled in his.

Expect to be enveloped in hugs at all times of the day, and for seemingly no reason at all. If Umemiya is happy, deep in thought, sleepy, or even hungry, he will first reach out to squeeze you in his arms before beginning to whine about whatever state he is currently in.

Brace yourself to be considered as the boss' girl, even if Ume has yet to tell you about his feelings. Umemiya will ensure you get treated with as much respect as he receives, and will make it clear for everyone in the school that you are not to be touched.

Umemiya will try to gauge your level of comfort before attempting to start any kind of romantic relationship with you, which might lengthen the crushing stage by a while. But once he feels that only an affectionate yes will be your answer, Ume will not waste any more time.

Choji Tomiyama:

You might think Choji's friendly attitude and cheery aptitude will make differentiating between his platonic and romantic affections highly difficult. But once you start experiencing being the target of his fondness and devotion, you will realize how extremely wrong you were.

If you thought Choji was touchy before, brace yourself to experience true clinginess.

Choji has to be touching you at all times. A hand at the small of your back as you walk with the team, an arm around your waist as you sit together on a bench, and even a hand tightly holding yours as you cross a busy street.

Choji's smile, bright as the sun, will increase in intensity each time you make your way to him after finishing up your tasks for the day. Expect to be showered with straightforward compliments, and seemingly never-ending praise, as you fight off a deep blush from dominating your features.

Rest assured. Choji will not be able to keep his crush a secret for long. So hang on tight and wait for him.

Kiryu Mitsuki:

Oh, to have Kiryu pine over you. What a literal dream.

Expect to be pampered. Lots and lots.

Kiryu will offer his arm to you whenever you have to walk down a flight of stairs, gently hold your hand in the crowded areas of the town, and offer you the most honeyed praises about your clothes, style, face, and everything.

Do not ever be afraid of walking home in the dark after finishing a late study session. Kiryu will always be there, leaning against the wall opposite your building, waiting for you.

His face would instantly brighten under the street lamp as soon as he spots you. He would greet you with his usual cat-like grin, before starting to ask you about your day. Kiryu will distract you with the conversation as he takes away your bag, heavy or not, and slings his own jacket on your shoulders, all within the span of a few seconds.

Late night walks have never felt safer than with him by your side, ready to send anyone, who would even do as much as glance at you, face first into the floor.

Reciprocating a crush has never felt this easy before.

#wind breaker #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker x reader #sakura haruka #hajime umemiya #choji tomiyama #mitsuki kiryu

298 notes · View notes

g1rld1ary · 4 months ago

Text

camp counselor!james potter x reader 2

wc: 1989

cw: swearing, nothing

TAG: @lovemenotts

Camp had started in full swing, as expected. You’d spent the whole day jumping from task to task; handing out bandaids, sorting out friendship dramas (how were there already dramas when the kids had been there twenty minutes?) and introducing yourself to the new campers. Things were going smoothly until dinner had finished and the whole camp was packed into the underdeveloped amphitheatre, ready for a night of singing and speeches.

You and James had commenced the evening with an official welcome, only one or two undermining comments on each side. James’ performative traits could come in handy but they annoyed you to no end, resulting in several pointed elbows when he ventured too far off track and approached stand-up territory.

“So what’d you think?” He asked after you’d started off the music for the night, hot on your tail.

“I think you need to fall out of love with yourself a little,” You quipped, not sparing much of a look at him.

“C’mon, you’re so convinced I’m not taking this seriously but I didn’t mess it up at all!” He whined, tailing you as you weaved your way over to the cabin group you were in charge of. There was one girl missing but you weren’t too worried, the seating arrangements weren’t mandatory, it just tended to happen on the first night of camp.

“You didn’t mess up but you are bloody annoying,” You hissed before switching on your smile as you sat down next to your campers, shooing James away to do the same. He gave a two-fingered salute and turned on his heel, you couldn’t tell if the action was sarcastic or not.

The night played on, featuring sing-alongs to 2000s classics and performances from some of the musically inclined counselors. You were even treated to a comedy set by a few fourteen-year-olds (dumb jokes that you all laughed at anyway — you were just glad they were all clean as you’d reiterated at least six times).

From behind you, you felt a tug on your shirt. A camper was leaning over to you from his seat, eyes glancing all over the place.

“There’s a girl crying near the toilets,” He said.

“What? Who? Why?” You couldn’t help the questions tumbling from your mouth. The boy shrugged.

“Dunno. She had purple glasses. Dunno.” God, sometimes you just loved kids and how insightful they could be. You did, however, know who he was talking about. Your missing camper, it was her first night at camp and so you had an inkling of why she might be crying. You thanked the boy for letting you know and climbed out of the bench seat, weaving past campers and counselors alike.

You were preparing your best soothing methods when you approached the toilet block only to find your camper wasn’t alone. Or crying very much at all. Instead, she was wiping the tears off her cheeks as she giggled at whatever James Potter was telling her, curled up next to her against the wood-panelled wall.

You stopped in your tracks to observe the pair. James’ glasses had fallen down the bridge of his nose slightly, but he made no move to fix it as he gestured wildly, clearly telling some ridiculous, exaggerated story of camps gone by. Below his natural aptitude for entertaining, though, was something softer. The way he’d glance at the girl, Gracie, between every sentence to gauge her changing mood. The comforting pat to her knee or shoulder when she made a reply or sniffled.

You’d seen James as a counselor before, obviously. You’d both been in camp since you were around eight years old and had progressed at about the same rate; becoming general counselors the same year and then moving up to head counselor. So you knew at some level that James was theoretically mature and responsible and good with kids. Not that the ‘good with kids’ part was necessarily in doubt before — everyone at camp certifiably adored him, but you thought that was because he was loud and interesting and funny. Now you could see that it was because he was soft. James Potter was warm, sunlight on a lazy afternoon, he was affectionate and he cared. That’s why everyone loved him. Though the loud, funny and interesting thing certainly helped his case.

You began to feel like a bit of a creep just watching them and approached, coughing to make your presence known before sitting down in front of the two, not caring about how your denim cutoffs would have dirt on them when you stood up. James looked up with wide eyes and it almost seemed like he was glad to see you, though that didn’t make much sense.

“What’s going on here?”

“Gracie’s feeling a bit homesick, she’s never been away from home before,” James explained for you, still rubbing a comforting hand up her arm. You figured that was the case. Gracie was eleven, still just a baby.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked her, “I’m your cabin leader.” Gracie hesitated then looked up at James.

“She’s a little afraid of you,” He stage whispered and your mouth dropped open.

“Me? I’m not scary, am I?” You played for the crowd, exaggerating your gestures to appear less threatening and accusatory. Clearly, the two had had more of a heart-to-heart than you initially thought as James answered for her once again.

“You have to admit you’re a bit intimidating, love. You command attention, you’re scarily organised and you’re a little bossy.” He trailed off into a joking tone and you rolled your eyes.

“Firstly, don’t call me ‘love’, Potter, it’s unprofessional. Secondly… I guess you have a point — not about me being bossy though. I’m not bossy.” You directed the last sentence at Gracie at the same time that James teased you for ‘being delusional’. Gracie giggled though, the last of her tears drying up. You caught James’ eye for a fraction of a second, just enough to convey the agreement that whatever you were doing was working.

“What can I do to make you less afraid of me?” You asked her and James answered once more.

“I’m already on it, actually. I was just telling Gracie here about the time you tried the obstacle course four years ago.” You groaned dramatically, covering your face in very real embarrassment.

“You are so terrible,” You whined, “That was honestly my most humiliating camp moment. I was so cocky and had the most over-the-top trash-talk known to man, then wiped out on the first obstacle.” You couldn’t help but join in with James’ laughter, and Gracie wasn’t far behind, girlish giggles far higher in pitch than yours or James’.

“Really?” She asked when she could catch a breath.

“Really,” You affirmed, “It was a total wipeout too, I went sliding right through the mud and was covered head to toe in front of the whole camp. I couldn’t get the mud out of my hair for days! I’m sure James still has some of the photos hidden away somewhere. I definitely learnt my lesson about getting too arrogant that day.”

“I definitely do,” James agreed, sticking his tongue out when you made an offended face.

“Will we get to do the obstacle course this summer?” Gracie asked, boundless enthusiasm growing in her eyes.

“Absolutely we will! Maybe we’ll even get this one to participate again.” James cocked his head in your direction.

“No, no, no. I swore on that day I would never embarrass myself like that again,” You hid behind a laugh, not wanting to admit how much the incident haunted you.

“Please, you have to!” Gracie all but squealed, clapping excitedly. You pretended to consider it for a moment, then gave your most diplomatic answer.

“Maybe. It’ll take some serious convincing though.”

When you were sure Gracie was thoroughly convinced you ushered the three of you back in the direction of the amphitheatre. Gracie ran ahead, becoming eager to rejoin the camp traditions that you and James had successfully talked up. You and James dawdled behind, not quite so pressured to return to the event you’d experienced so many times.

James threw an arm around your shoulder, forcing you to adopt his step pattern.

“We make a pretty good team, don’t you think?” He asked, just a hint too cocksure for your liking.

“You wish, Potter,” You stuck your tongue out childishly. After a beat of silence, you softened, “You did good today. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Was that a compliment?” He asked, smile growing wide across his face. You almost felt the need to cover your eyes, the blinding shine illuminating the dirt path ahead of you.

“Yeah, don’t get used to them,” You grumbled, trying to pull away but James just held on to you tighter, practically pushing his weight onto you as you tried to keep your path straight.

“You’re warming up to me,” He sang. You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might fall out. Not wanting to lead the conversation to any sappy territory you changed the subject.

“Did you really have to tell her about the obstacle course?”

“I knew you wouldn’t mind, not really. Did you want me to tell her about the first time we all got drunk instead?” You shook your head violently fast, the memory bringing colour to your cheeks even years later.

“Alright, moment over!” You ducked away from his hold on you, conveniently in time for you both to approach the amphitheatre and presumptuous eyes again. James followed a few steps behind, a dumb grin on his face you didn’t catch.

“So there was a moment?” He called, just quiet enough that it didn’t attract attention from the campers. You stopped to turn back to him, making sure he could see you rolling your eyes. Yet, you reluctantly returned the handshake he initiated — a dumb, overly intricate routine you made up in the rare instances he wasn’t completely annoying or making fun of you when you were both twelve — a silent agreement that you’d done something good together, a suggestion that maybe working with him wouldn’t be as infuriating as you assumed.

“Already falling for James?” Lily asked that night, safe in her corner of the cabin. If it didn’t require getting out from under the cozy covers you would have hit her.

“The fuck are you talking about, Evans?” You snapped with no ferocity, pulling small laughs from the other girls in the room.

“We saw you returning from a suspicious time out in the woods. What heinous acts are you two committing in there?” Marlene added with a teasing lilt. You wished they could see you rolling your eyes.

“For your information, we were comforting one of my girls. She just ran ahead and you know I don’t do running in the dark.”

“And yet, you didn’t look like you hated Potter with the heat of a thousand suns?”

“He did a good job, it’s whatever. He’s softer than I am.”

“Until now because you’re falling for him and you’re gonna be in love by the end of the summer,” Dorcas sang gleefully. You protested loudly before giving up, three against one too much for you to handle at that time of night. You punctuated the end of the conversation with a decisive flip to face the wall, bringing your blanket with you. You ignored the lingering giggles in favour of sleep, apparently the only place you could avoid talk of James Potter.

161 notes · View notes

bananayuyu · 1 month ago

Text

Cabin Fever [part 6]

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: fluff and smut

Word count: 9.8k

Summary: Unsurprisingly, Mingi is open to your invitation; you just have to wait a bit, and your biggest fantasy will come true before your very eyes. So too will Wooyoung, Ari, and San's fantasies, and none of them can quite believe what's about to happen.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, foursome, protected sex, anal, face sitting

A/n: I really hope you all enjoy, thank you for the support as always! <33 I hope everyone has a safe and joyful New Year's Eve

Linked here is my masterlist where you can find the previous parts. Again let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! (it will be now seven parts in total if everything goes to plan)

Taglist: @certifiedmoa @pautiny27 @luvbit3z @dawn-iscozy @artistic-rendition

@yeosangiess @drinkingrumandcocacola @smally97 @kierraperkins3 @newworldwritings

@peachyyunhoe @lucid-galaxys-world @arigakittyo @staytinyroha @yoonjikim

@breadpuddingboys

On the last full day of your trip, you finally woke feeling refreshed, a gentle energy greeting you as you blink open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

Yunho next to you smells gorgeous, his outstretched arms and lack of clothing giving you a taste of his natural aroma. You snuggle into him, waking him up in the process, his lips automatically coming to press into your forehead, gently running his hand through your hair. You don't often wake feeling this well-rested, or with a beautiful man in your bed, and you breathe deep taking in the moment. The little things like this were always what made your life, and with Yunho by your side you had a feeling there would be a lot more of those moments coming. The thought made your heart ache from joy, your eyes blinking shut as you got lost in the feeling of him.

***

The conversation had happened the day before, on top of the cliff overlooking the falls. After a brief talk with Wooyoung, his girlfriend Sammie was curious to see where things could lead, if she could only snag Ari and San for a private talk between the four of them. And atop the mountain she saw her chance, subtly whispering to them to stay behind while the other's decided they'd had enough of looking over the terrifying drop.

They'd all caught up later, of course, Wooyoung and Sammie making it back to the cabin before everyone else in the end. But for those ten minutes they all sat in a circle, eyes darting around as everyone gauged the level of comfortability in everyone else's faces.

"Wooyoung told me what you guys had proposed to him, yesterday," Sammie started, speaking with that calmness that she always possessed. "I want to say to start, I don't feel any type of way about it, like jealous, or anything like that. I mean, that will be pretty clear with what I'm about to say, but I just want to start with that. I don't think it's too forward, or weird, or any of those other judgements people might have."

Both San and Ari chuckle, releasing their shoulders that had shot up in worry as soon as she started talking.

"Me and Youngie discussed it a little yesterday, and well, I think it would be best if I was the one in control of the scene, if that's okay with you two," she says, eyeing them both with that calm reassuring look.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Ari responds, looking at San as he nods along.

"Have either of you ever done something like this before?" Sammie asks.

"No, but we've discussed it, at length. We've both wanted to try this, together," Ari answers her.

"Okay, well, I need you both to promise me that you'll be honest with me. If I am in control then I'm responsible for everyone's wellbeing, and I don't want anything bad to come of this for anyone. You two seem very happy together, but emotions can run high in scenes like these, and jealousy, shock, lots of confusing feelings can surface. Do you think you'll be okay if any of those feelings are brought out?"

"I think we'll be okay," Ari says, smiling in San's direction.

"Definitely," San adds, smiling back at her. "Like Ari said, we've discussed this a lot. I'm not going to freak out just cause someone else is touching my girlfriend. And I'm not one to yell, if I do get upset, just in case you were worried."

"That's certainly good to hear," Sammie replies with a chuckle. "And just to be very specific, what were you hoping to have happen? Do you want Wooyoung and Ari to do stuff together, while you watch, or do you both want to do things with him?"

"We both want to," San replies, meeting Sammie's gaze.

"And do you want that to happen simultaneously, or do you want to take turns with him?" she continues.

"Simultaneously, if we can. We really like that idea," Ari responds, lips turned up in the suggestion of a smirk.

"Okay, well, there are many ways that could go. What exactly are you both comfortable with or wanting? Are you comfortable with penetration? Are you hoping to fuck his ass?" she asks directly, eyes on San.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like to. If he's okay with that," San answers. He peers over at Wooyoung's face, at the way Woo is nervously squirming in his spot. The bluntness of the last question has both Ari and San fighting back laughter, and they really try their best, because they want Sammie to understand that they truly are serious about this.

"He'd like that very much, San," Sammie assures, smiling over at her now tight lipped boyfriend. "I don't know if he wants to say that aloud himself, though..." she trials off, prompting him.

"Yes, I'd like it if you fucked me," Wooyoung says in a small voice, making everyone laugh.

"And are you wanting Wooyoung to fuck you?" Sammie asks Ari.

"Yeah," Ari nods. "Well, I was kind of hoping I could like, be on top, if that was possible."

"And you both would like those things to happen at the same time, right?" Sammie asks again.

"I don't know if it's possible, but yeah," Ari answers, nodding in sync with San.

"I think it could work, I just need to think on it a bit. I'm sure Wooyoung would enjoy that very much, too. I think I have an idea," she sighs, looking over to Wooyoung who is silently taking in every word, his lips in a permanent shy smile. "How is this sounding to you, Youngie?"

"Good, very good," he sighs under his breath, eyes hitting the ground.

"I can't believe I'm seeing you so shy, Woo," Ari laughs. "You're never like this."

"He is, but only in certain situations," Sammie adds, making Wooyoung's ears turn pink. "Youngie, do you promise me you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"Yes, I promise," he says, looking up to meet her eyes, knowing that's what she wants.

"And Ari? Do you promise you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"I promise," Ari replies, smiling.

"San?"

"Absolutely, I promise."

"Okay, good. Well I think tomorrow morning, or maybe midday, will be a good time for all of this. Can we use the room you both stay in?" Sammie asks.

"Of course," Ari says, nodding her head.

"And the rest of your friends won't mind us, doing that, in the same cabin as them?"

"Two of them have been fucking basically every night in that cabin, so I'm sure it's fine. I mean, if they have a problem with it, it'd be pretty hypocritical," Ari responds, and San and Wooyoung laugh remembering that awkward conversation, after the night everyone heard you and Yunho loud and clear.

"Shall we head back down then?" Sammie asks, and the four of them stand back up, slowly beginning the decent back down the face of the cliff. Already comfortable with following her lead, Ari and San wait for her to pass by them, Wooyoung walking beside her with their hands interlocked. As they make their way down energy is high, the adrenaline from their frank but somewhat nerve-wracking conversation still coursing through everyone. San pulls Ari around to him, planting a big kiss on her, holding her close in reassurance. They're excited for the scene, but he always wants to remind her that it's her who he loves, her who he wants to be with.

***

That morning it seemed everyone had gotten a great night's sleep.

The cabin was alight with warm energy, every single one of you in a fantastic mood. After grabbing your breakfast it didn't take long for Ari to appear at your side, beckoning you to come outside and sit with her by the fire pit, as you both sipped teas and started to eat.

"Girl, I gotta tell you something," she says as soon as you exit the cabin, Yunho's hoodie keeping you warm in the coolness of the morning.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you ask, knowing that tone of hers.

"No no, what's going to happen," she clarifies, making your eyebrows shoot up. "Okay, so you know how Wooyoung asked to join you and Yunho the other day?"

"Yeah?" you ask, looking at her sideways as you sit down on chairs opposite each other.

"Well when he came back to the cabin I found him like, hard as a rock and obviously so distraught-" you both laugh, as you try not to spit out the sip of tea in your mouth. "Okay, anyway, yeah, I found him and he told me what was going on. And, funnily enough, me and San had been discussing this exact possibility a few weeks ago. That if Wooyoung would be down to join us, we'd be down to, you know, have a threesome."

"You had?" you ask, genuinely shocked. "When did you get so kinky?" you laugh, eyeing her.

"Girl I don't know, I mean, it's not like anything else we do is particularly out there, it just came up in conversation one night. I don't even remember what led up to it. But it wasn't really a, 'we should have a threesome' thing, it was specifically if Woo wanted to then we would. Only him," she replies.

"Why Woo? Wait, is San bi?"

"Yeah he is, and one time when I asked him who of my friends he thinks is hottest, he said Wooyoung," she laughs, her eyes moving up as she clearly remembers something. "We were kinda drunk that night, it was early on, we were only dating for maybe two months or something. I was showing him pictures of all of you. And yeah he said that. And then I told him about what happened with me and Woo in high school."

"I was gonna say, it won't be the first time you're fucking him," you laugh, eyeing her.

"Well, that time we were barely sixteen," she rolls her eyes. "And it lasted about a minute, in total." You both giggle, unable to stop yourselves.

"I still can't believe Woo was the first person you had sex with," you say, shaking your head.

"I can't believe I was on top, my first time," she responds, shaking her's too.

"The beginning of your top journey," you quip, making her laugh.

"I'm am still kind of a top, I guess," she chuckles, eyes lost in thought for a moment.

"What, that hunk of muscle doesn't body slam you into your mattress every night?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, sometimes he does, but not usually," she responds, eyeing you. "Some of us like being in control, missy," she teases you.

"God, the shame of being a bottom," you groan, throwing your head back dramatically.

"So it's still true then, isn't it?" she asks you. She was curious, given that it had been a while since you were involved with anyone sexually.

"Of course it is, Ari. I don't think anyone on this planet is a bigger bottom than me," you joke.

"Well, I'm sure that's perfect for Yunho. You're made for each other," she laughs. You look at her slightly confused, and curious. "What? It's written all over his face that he's a fucking alpha dom, top, whatever," she laughs.

"Ew, what the fuck," you laugh too, you both cringing at her use of words.

"You know what I mean though, it's obvious. He's so like, let me take care of you, let me be in control, I'm a protecter," she says, dropping her voice as low as it'll go to imitate his voice.

"Okay, he's not even like that normally, though," you laugh. "He just like, teases and plays around with everyone."

"Yeah but like, it's just readable. Like the way Wooyoung is a little subby brat. He acts out and says whatever he wants which makes him seem really self-confident, but as soon as he's hot for you he's such a little sub. It's not even funny," she says.

"How do you read those things? I'm so fucking oblivious," you sigh, settling down more comfortably on your chair.

"I don't know, it just seems obvious to me," she says. "Are you saying I'm right about Yunho?" A small smile graces your lips, and you're unable to hide it. "Ha, I knew it. See, you guys are a perfect match. He wants someone to care for, you want to be taken care of. How sweet," she pouts, looking at you fondly.

"Stop it," you laugh, rolling your eyes. She waggles her eyebrows at you, then tips her head back to finish the last of her tea. "There's something I need to tell you, too," you say.

"Oh?" she looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"We're gonna try to uh, well, do stuff with Mingi," you start, not sure how to word it.

"Do stuff?" she asks, obviously prompting you for details.

"I- I'm gonna watch them do stuff, that's the plan," you say, looking away from her. "We still have to ask Mingi, but Yunho says he's sure he'll agree."

"Wowww, since when did you get so kinky?" she asks, chuckling.

"I've always been like this," you laugh.

"I know, I was kidding. You and your smutty books," she responds.

"Do you remember on our senior trip, when I saw that couple out of the window, in the hotel..?"

"Of course I remember," she smiles, thinking back to the funny memory.

"I'm insane," you sigh, looking away from her again.

"No you aren't, y/n, don't say that. I'm sorry if we teased you a lot back then, for that. That's one of those things I look back at and see how damn immature we all were." You nod, taking in her words.

"So you and San are gonna fuck Wooyoung, together?" you ask, curious again.

"Sammie's gonna be there too, supervising things."

"Supervising?" you laugh.

"Like, she's in control, I don't know," Ari laughs in response, setting her mug and empty plate on the ground beside her. "Since Woo's gonna be like the center of attention, I guess she'll be making sure he's okay and everything. I think it'll be good. Woo gets very shy and doesn't say much when he's horny."

"He doesn't say much?" you ask, bewildered.

"I know, very hard to believe," she laughs. "I honestly can't wait to see San, you know-" he hands come up to cover her face, her embarrassment obvious.

"Why are you so shy about this?" you chuckle, smiling in her direction.

"I don't know dude, I've never done something like this," she responds.

"Well, there's no reason to be shy around me. I obviously understand that you want to watch your boyfriend fuck another man." Ari's eyes meet yours for a moment, before you both break into giggles.

"Girl, what has happened this trip? We've all gone wild," she laughs, shaking her head.

"I truly don't know. I swear something about this cabin this year is fucking with our hormones. Or maybe it's just that once we get some time to genuinely unwind, all any of us want to do is fuck," you say, making Ari laugh harder.

"Something like that," she sighs, standing up. "Speaking of, I should probably get back in there. We all are supposed to meet at ten, so I shouldn't be late."

"Okay, have fun with him," you chuckle, a twinkle in Ari's eyes as they meet yours. "Oh, and can you send Mingi out here? I need to talk with him alone, if possible."

"Of course. Good luck with all that," she sighs. "Let me give you a hug, come here," she pulls you up off your chair, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "I'm glad we've had this trip, I'm just so sorry you've been feeling so awful."

"Thank you, that means a lot," you sigh, pulling away. "It's been good though, despite it all. I am so blessed to have all of you."

"We're so blessed to have you too," she says, pulling you in and kissing you on the cheek.

"Okay, I'll be going. I'll send Mingi out as soon as I'm inside," she smiles, turning to grab her dirty dishes.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you. Love you!" you call as she starts to walk away.

"Love you too!" she calls over her shoulder, bouncing all the way back to the cabin, through the tall grass littered with flowers.

It only takes a few minutes, and a tall broad man in a hoodie is lumbering out of the cabin and towards you, his hair messy and his glasses on.

"Did you just wake up?" you laugh, as he comes and sits right the lounging chair you're on, directly in front of you.

"Yeah I fell back asleep. We were up late last night watching that movie Woo put on. How do I look?" he jokes, flashing you a smile.

"Very sleepy," you laugh, adjusting in your seat so your legs aren't so fully in contact with his. This forwardness from him isn't surprising, but you're not sure if you could get the words out with so much physical touch already happening.

"So what do you want to talk to me about, miss y/n?" he asks, his hands fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, eyeing you playfully.

"This is serious, don't mess with me," you pout, not able to make eye contact with him.

"But you don't talk with me about serious things," he chuckles.

"Today I want to," you say, and your voice is small, trepidation seeping in.

"Are you okay?" he asks suddenly, your tone concerning him.

"Yes, this has nothing to do with me," you start. "Well, no it does, but it's not like that. I haven't been diagnosed with a terminal illness or something."

"That's good," he laughs, eyeing you again.

"It's not super serious, honestly, just kind of. I just- this isn't a joke, is what I want you to understand," you say, finally willing yourself to raise your eyes to his and keep them there.

"Just say it, then," he says, gently, but wishing you'd hurry up and spill already.

"Okay, well- to start out with, I know that you and Yunho have, uh, hooked up several times. He told me about it, last night. Well actually I saw you guys like years ago, at Ari's eighteenth birthday, and then I asked Yunho about it last night and he told me the rest." You pause for a moment, expecting a reaction.

"And?" Mingi asks you, his expression not changing.

"Do you feel weird that I know that?" you ask.

"Not really, I think all of our friends know," he replies.

"God, I keep forgetting everyone else can just figure these things out," you laugh, shaking your head.

"So what about it?" Mingi asks you, now even more confused.

"Well, I- uh, I was telling Yunho last night, I liked it. Like, I enjoyed watching you two, together. And just for clarity's sake, you two can still hook up even though me and him are together. I told him last night but I'll tell you now too, I have no problem with that."

"Okay, thanks," Mingi says nodding his head. "You brought me out here to give me permission to fuck your boyfriend?" he jokes, smirking.

"Okay, he's not even my boyfriend yet, and that's not the only reason," you respond, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement tumbling through you.

"Yet," Mingi drawls, laughing. "You two are so funny. As if you haven't been obsessed with each other for years."

"Mingi, please let me finish," you hold out a hand, placing it on his upper arm and anchoring yourself there.

"Okay, go ahead," he says, his big brown eyes boring into yours, and the attentiveness makes your insides spin in a way you weren't expecting. You close your eyes, sucking in a breath, trying to calm yourself enough to finally just say it.

"If you are open to it, I was really hoping I could be in the room while you and Yunho hooked up. I want to watch you two," you say.

"I'm definitely open to it," he chuckles, staring at the way you're still squeezing your eyes shut. You peak them open, scared to see his face even if his words were positive. "You sure you don't want to join us?" he quips, turning his head to the side, just as another yawn hits him. He's so relaxed, still in the haze of waking up, but your nervous system is on high alert. Your cheeks turn pink instantly at his question, a million thoughts running through your brain, and you can't believe you'd never imagined that possibility before. It was probably because it seemed so unlikely that it wasn't even worth fantasizing about.

"Well?" he asks, searching your face as you just stare at him, now wide eyed.

"I don't know, I hadn't considered that," you answer, finally noticing that your grip on his arm was pretty severe. "Oh, sorry," you say, pulling back your hand.

"I'm open to that too, just so you know," he says, his head shaking subtly from side to side.

"Why are you shaking your head?" you laugh.

"It's just hitting me what we're talking about," he laughs, another yawn ripping through him. "I need some caffeine."

"Go get some, and bring Yunho out with you once you have. We should talk the three of us," you respond, giving him space so he can get up.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit," he says, turning and eyeing your finished plate. "Can I take that in for you?" he asks.

"Such a gentlemen," you laugh, nodding at him.

"I am," he eyes you, stopping in his tracks.

"Oh really?" you ask, eyebrows raised. Not that Mingi was an asshole, but you assumed he was more of a playboy than anything, given that you'd never heard about any long term relationships he'd been in.

"I've wanted to fuck you for years, but I've never made that known to you, have I?" he asks, smiling, knowing exactly how you're going to respond: your mouth agape, staring up at him with complete shock.

"You're crazy," you laugh, but you can't keep your eyes on his because what he's said is making you feel things.

"Be back in a few," he responds, satisfied with the way he's left you, certain you'll be mulling over that comment until he returns.

And soon he is back, his glasses no longer on his face, his whole demeanor looking much more energized. Yunho is walking behind him, breakfast in hand, making his way to sit on your chair with you, just like Mingi had minutes prior.

"Mingi tells me you talked," he says, taking a big bite off the strip of bacon in his hand.

"Yeah," you respond, nodding and smiling at Yunho, the look on his face something like pride.

"So we're really gonna do this?" he asks, looking from you over to Mingi.

"Yeah, if she wants," Mingi says, pointing his head in your direction.

"She definitely wants," Yunho says, chuckling at you, making you slap his shoulder.

"God, are you both gonna tease me now? I don't know if I can take it," you say, and Mingi laughs hard.

"It is up to you entirely, you realize that right? If you end up not liking it, or it starts to feel like too much, you have to tell us, okay?" Yunho says.

"I know," you sigh, eyes hitting the ground for a moment.

"You have to promise me you'll say something," he says, his tone more serious that you expect.

"I know, Yunho, I promise," you say.

"I've never done this before but I know in these kind of situations it can get complicated for everyone involved. Especially if everyone hasn't done it before. And we're not three strangers who will go our separate ways, and then tell our closest friends about some crazy shit we did. We are each other's closest friends, so we'll have to deal with it if it's weird," he says.

"I think it'll be fine, even if it gets awkward," you say, looking from him over to Mingi, who's currently trying to hide the smile forming on his lips. "What Mingi?"

"Nothing, nothing," he chuckles, shaking his head. "You two are just cute, is all."

"This is serious, dude," Yunho eyes him, a sharpness in his gaze.

"I know, I know," Mingi replies, hands held up in front of him.

"If this gets weird and she gets hurt because of it-" he points to you, "I'll be very upset."

"It's gonna be okay Yunho, like she said," Mingi replies, taking in a deep breath.

"I think it'll be fine, I'm serious," you say, a hand on Yunho's upper arm.

"You have to tell me if you don't like it," he says, eyeing you, that intensity still there.

"You seem more nervous than either of us," you say, staring back.

"I guess I am," he sighs. "I guess- I'm assuming I'll sort of be in charge, right?"

You and Mingi nod in response, realizing immediately it's the obvious way this will all go down.

"Okay, I thought so. So you better listen to me," he says, clearly in Mingi's direction, and Mingi chuckles in response, his eyes darting to the ground.

"What, does Mingi struggle with that?" you laugh, looking between them.

"I mean, he just likes to mess with me is all. I just don't know if you'd be comfortable seeing that," he says, his eyes coming down to meet yours again, more softly this time.

"You two can joke around, I don't expect it to be perfectly serious the whole time. I mean, that would be kind of weird, not letting you all do what you usually do. Just do whatever, I don't care. I just want to see you together," you smile, burying your face in his chest.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asks you from above, chuckling as he makes eye contact with Mingi, the both of them loving to see you so flustered.

"Shut up," you whine, burying your face into him further, laughing as more blood rushes to your cheeks.

"Okay, well, we're leaving tomorrow, so we'd probably need to make this happen today if we want it to happen anytime soon. Is that too soon?" Yunho asks.

"It's cool with me," Mingi replies, and you drag yourself up to sitting again, agreeing with him.

"Okay, sounds good. Let's all meet in the library in like, an hour?"

"Okay," you smile, looking between them both, setting back down into your lounge chair and soaking in the sun above you.

"I need more coffee, I'm gonna head back in," Mingi says, standing up from his chair, running a hand through his hair and yawning again.

"Me too, I'll join you," Yunho replies, standing himself.

"I'm gonna sit for a little longer," you say, taking in a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of your mind being clear and your body energized.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Yunho replies, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Wait, me too," Mingi says, walking over to himself leave a quick peck on your cheek, and you giggle in reaction, playfully pushing him away.

"Go away," you whine, because it feels like he's teasing you with the gesture. But you're laughing, and they both laugh too, starting to make their way back to the cabin. You watch as they walk, as Mingi leans over and whispers something in Yunho's ear. Yunho shoves him in response, and you can hear him say 'shut up', before Mingi starts running ahead, Yunho following fast on his trail. You hear their laughter all the way from outside, and soon you don't really feel like being out here by yourself anymore, so you gently lift yourself up, sauntering back through the grass towards the door. In the reflection of the mirror you catch a look at yourself, your hair messy but in a way you love, your face one of satisfaction, maybe even pride. All that had changed, all that had transpired on this trip made you feel all the more grown up, which was your favorite feeling in the world. And you knew you were in for even more of it today; you only had to wait an hour.

***

When Ari makes her way back inside, she's met with San, Wooyoung and Sammie already in the master bedroom, the three of them standing in a perfect equilateral triangle around the bed. It almost makes her laugh, how awkward they look, especially San. But she feels that awkwardness too, even as she tries to hold onto the comfort her conversation with you gave her. She's so thankful you are here to talk to, because she's sure her nerves would have gotten the better of her if you weren't.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Ari says, the three turning in unison to face her.

"You're good, not late at all," Sammie smiles, and suddenly something in Ari's stomach is churning, reminding her of an unfortunate fact.

She was still very much on her period, this weird out-of-the-norm period for her that had caught her totally of guard. Her cramps had been so minimal she'd basically forgotten about it. Even with its unpredictable timing, she couldn't believe herself. How had she neglected to remember this very important fact yesterday during the conversation atop the cliffside? It was obviously important information to divulge, and she couldn't help feeling so stupid.

"You feeling nervous?" San asks, coming over to put an arm around her and rub her arm comfortingly.

"Uh, yeah, I-" It was hard to get the words out with how silly she felt, and the fact that it might put an end to all of this before it even started.

"Aren't you excited?" Wooyoung pipes up across from her, his cheeks already pink as he looked straight at her.

"Woo, obviously," Ari responds, a deep sigh leaving her lips, not having it in her to tease him. Which made Wooyoung quite surprised.

"Is there something I can do to make you more comfortable?" Sammie asks from beside her.

"Uh, no, sorry, I just realized like two seconds ago that I'm still on my period, and I neglected to tell you yesterday. I'm so sorry," Ari says, her head bowed forward slightly, as if in shame.

"That's okay, you don't need to feel bad about that. It's good to know, of course, but it won't be a problem at all. I promise you, Wooyoung does not care about that. I'm assuming San doesn't, and I don't either. We'll put a towel down, but I was already planning on doing that, anyway," Sammie responds, a genuine smile on her lips and a hand outstretched, giving Ari's arm a quick squeeze.

"Thank you," Ari sighs out, some relief hitting her. It made her chuckle, along with other feelings she was having, and suddenly her admiration of Sammie felt all-consuming.

"What?" San asked beside her, chuckling too.

"I just- I find Sammie's self-assuredness very... admirable," she says.

"You mean sexy," Wooyoung chuckles, his eyes fixated on the eye contact between the two women.

"Maybe I do, Woo," Ari says, flicking her eyes to him momentarily. "I hope I'm like you one day," she says to Sammie, her eyes wide as she stares at the woman. Her sharp bob swishes as her head scans the room, her kind eyes coming quickly to rest on Ari's.

"I'm sure you will be, sweetie," she says, a smile more like a smirk graving her lips.

It makes Ari's insides flip again, in a way she's totally not expecting. She grabs onto San to steady herself, then darts her eyes away, looking over at Wooyoung again who looks like he couldn't be happier.

"Can I go to the bathroom real quick and just, make sure everything's okay down there?" Ari asks, gesturing to her crotch.

"Of course," Sammie responds, and San gives her shoulder a quick squeeze before she walks out of the room again, this time headed straight for the bathroom. In the mirror she examines herself, a quick pep talk needed to calm herself down again. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so nervous, other than the fact that she'd never done anything like this before. She checked her pad hastily, finding it only somewhat more bloody than this morning. Her period had remained pretty light, and she couldn't be more thankful. If only it hadn't come at all, if only it had come when it was supposed to. But she knew that wasn't how life worked.

After freshening up she busted open the bathroom door, harder and faster than she meant to. She found a slightly surprised looking Seonghwa just outside, clearly on his way to come pee, and after a brief moment of startled eye contact she walked past him, determined to not wait any longer for the day's plan. Her face showed her nerves so obviously, so as she walked past you you stuck out a hand, grabbing hers and squeezing it tight, smiling in a way that said 'good luck, you've got this.' As she stumbled past Seonghwa's eyes stuck on yours, and momentarily he forgot why his bladder had beckoned him over here.

"Is she okay?" he asked as he sidled up next to you, both of you staring at the now closed door of the master bedroom.

"I think she's just nervous," you said, head turning back around to meet his eyes.

"Nervous?"

"Something, uh, kinky is about to happen in that room. You might want to head outside," you chuckled, leaning into him slightly.

"Something kinky?" he whispered back, eyes wide and chuckling himself.

"Don't act like you're some kind of angel whose never fucked in this cabin," you responded, making his head tip back in laughter, his shoulder nudging you playfully.

"Why is she nervous to have sex with San though?" Hwa asked.

"It's more than just San, that's why it's kinky," you answered, keeping your voice low too.

"Who else?" Seonghwa asked, eyebrows high.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," you said, trying to not keep laughing.

"It's Woo, isn't it," Seonghwa remarked, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

"How'd you guess," you laughed, your head shaking.

"It wouldn't be the first time, those two..." Hwa trailed off, the two of you falling into a fit of giggles, and you weren't even sure why. It wasn't the funniest concept in the world, but something about the two of them together made you both giggle uncontrollably. When you'd found out all those years ago that they were each other's first time, you'd giggled like this, too.

"Sharing secrets, are we?" Hongjoong piped up behind you, walking out of the kitchen towards the two of you with a plate of food in hand.

"Maybe," you answered, eyeing him sideways, a smirk on your lips.

"I won't ask," he said, handing the plate of food to Seonghwa, walking back to where he was dishing up. Just then Mingi and Yunho stood from the couch and made their way towards the library, Yunho's hand coming to tap your thigh as they walked past, a look passing between you two for just a second. You knew exactly what it meant, you didn't need anything more to get his message.

"I guess we'll all go to the library then," Seonghwa said, starting to make his way that way too, and your hand jumped out instantly, stopping him.

"No, its- you can't-"

The words escaped you; you really didn't know what to say.

"What?" he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"I need some private time in there," you said, sighing.

"Private time with those two?" Seonghwa asked, pointing towards the backs of the two tall men.

"Uh, yeah," you chuckled, eyes hitting the floor momentarily.

"Good lord, it's threesomes abound," Seonghwa laughed, shaking his head.

"Again, don't act like you're some angel," you pouted, holding up a hand.

"I'm not honey, I'm not judging. It's just, kind of surprising, is all," he said, smile on his face.

"Why don't you two, like, go to the falls or something, so you don't have to deal with all the rest of us, um, you know..."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Seonghwa replied, looking in the direction of the kitchen. "Hongjoong, do you want to go to the falls after we eat?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Sounds great," Joong replied, running the dirty pan and spatula under the water of the sink.

"Okay, go have your fun," Seonghwa said to you, motioning in the direction of the library door.

"Stop it," you chuckle, walking past him, just as Yunho stuck his head out, wondering what was taking you so long.

"Have fun!" Seonghwa called after you, making yours and Yunho's cheeks turn a matching shade of pink.

***

"Everything okay?" Sammie asked as Ari walked back in, the three still standing far apart in the room, but the atmosphere comfortable. It was more that everyone was waiting to see what was going to happen, waiting for someone to make the first move, and no one was stuck still in their spot, excited energy coursing through their bodies.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, sliding up next to San, who moved behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"Is everyone ready then?" Sammie asked the room, looking between all three of them. A chorus of yes followed, everyone nodding together. "You all seem hesitant," she chuckled, everyone's body's still jittery with anticipation. "You've got to all get more comfortable with each other before anything can start happening."

Ari and San stared across at Wooyoung, his ears pink and his mouth uncharacteristically closed.

"Wooyoung, get over here," Ari finally said, and he came quickly, his feet sliding across the hard wood floor. Woo stumbled in front of the pair, his eyes wide, breathing already starting to become uneven. "Woo, kiss me," Ari said, and that was all it took for him to step forward and plant his lips on hers, gently and hesitantly at first.

But it was just like the last time, even if the last time had been nearly ten years ago. Something about kissing Ari felt so easy to him, and they moved in sync instantly, their lips dancing over each other's. Sammie watched on from beside, and San had the closest seat in the house, watching the love of his life kissing her stunning friend. Ari could already feel him getting hard behind her, his hips involuntarily grinding into hers. She knew the sounds Wooyoung was making, those breathy moans he couldn't help, were doing a number on everyone in the room. She herself was falling into it now, the hesitation and slight embarrassment already washing away. There was nothing else she could focus on when she was kissing Wooyoung, so deeply and intensely, while San held her from behind.

Finally the kiss broke, the pair of them breathing ragged, the air in the room electric with energy. Everything had shifted with just that one kiss, and now everyone was in it, you could feel it. Woo looked from Ari to San, then back to Ari, and in a flash Ari stepped away so the two could get a taste of each other. She stepped back towards Sammie, their shoulders coming into contact, as they watched on. San's hand was in Wooyoung's hair, and Wooyoung was already trying to undress San, his hands snaking under his t-shirt to feel over his muscled torso, squeezing and feeling over every inch he could. For a moment he pulled back, but San's grip on his hair was still there, and he got pulled back in again, into a harder kiss. It took his breath away, San's tongue swiping through his mouth, his strong hand gripping hard into his hip. Wooyoung let out a whimper at the feeling, the slight pain going straight to his crotch and making him fully hard.

Sammie chuckled next to Ari, a bright smile across her face.

"What?" Ari whispered.

"He just really liked that. He really likes San, I can tell," Sammie answered.

"I understand the feeling," Ari responded, the two giggling momentarily as the two men in front of them finally broke their kiss.

"What?" San asked, his eyes coming back to rest on Ari, who was giving him a look like no other he'd ever seen.

"You two look good together," Sammie answered, her eyes falling softly on Wooyoung and his blown pupils, his hair already disheveled and messy. The compliment made him blush, and he looked away, but his hands didn't leave the chiseled chest in front of him.

"Everyone more comfortable now?" Sammie asked, and again a chorus of yes insued, this time with no hesitation. "Shall we take off our clothes then?"

Immediately Wooyoung grabbed for San's shirt, aggressively pulling it off in a way that had everyone giggling.

"Youngie, calm down," Sammie chided, making Woo sulk and step back, but Ari knew that look well and knew how much he liked it.

"Yeah Woo, calm down. You'll see him naked eventually, I promise," Ari added, more laughter echoing through the room. The two men continued taking their own clothes off slowly, Wooyoung throwing his shirt on the ground behind him while San gently set his down.

"Can I?" Sammie asked Ari, coming up behind her and grabbing the bottom edge of her tank top, slightly tugging on it.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, holding her hands up high over her head to help, and Sammie pulled it up in one swift motion, setting it down on the floor. Crouched down she began pulling down Ari's sweats too, gently holding them at the ground to allow Ari to step out. Then she did the same with her panties, leaving Ari completely naked to the room and almost frozen.

"Was that okay?" Sammie asked behind her, and Ari turned her head, their eyes catching for a moment.

"Yeah, I liked it," Ari said, a shy smile painting her face as she looked down. It was the way every movement was so deliberate, so gentle, that had her feeling so many things. She'd never really felt anything like this for a woman, she was pretty sure, and she had no idea if it was just the moment or if something else was unlocking inside her head.

"You look gorgeous, the boys can't stop staring," Sammie said, gently pulling off her own shirt and pants, carefully folding her glasses and setting them on the side table. Ari looked up to see both boys hard and staring, Wooyoung almost gawking at finally seeing her naked. It had been a while since he had, and last time had been in a dimly lit room in the dead of night. He couldn't stop gawking at San either, mostly at the size of him, sure he'd need even more prep then he'd already had in order to take him.

Ari felt shy suddenly under their stares, so she turned back towards Sammie again, which felt for some reason like the most natural thing to do. She was always used to being the one in control with San, but something about Sammie made her want to follow orders, and there was something relieving about that.

"Can I kiss you, gorgeous?" Sammie asked, and Ari nodded, opening her mouth as the two met for a moment, hands scanning each other's bodies. Never did she imagine she'd be here, but another woman's hands all over her were magical, the way she knew every little place that felt so perfect. The way she brushed over her nipples just so, not too rough but not too gently either, or the way she ran her hands down her stomach and stopped just before the place where Ari could feel her arousal pooling, so turned on by every bit of nervousness and excitement that had led here.

As the two separated they looked over, finding San palming himself, his hard length disappearing and reappearing in his hand.

"You're so fucking sexy baby," he said while staring down Ari, her whole body flushing with need, moving her over to him on instinct. Wooyoung had already sat himself on the bed, staring up at everyone around him as he watched San and Ari locked together in a passionate kiss, San's hand grabbing harshly at Ari's ass and making her whimper.

"You getting excited baby?" Sammie asked him, coming to stand in front of him and straddle his legs, the two getting lost in a kiss of their own. He was rock hard, desperately grinding into her thigh to get any sort of relief, needing things to move along faster. He whined into her mouth, getting lost in the warmth, in her calm collected demeanor that always had him folding. He forgot for a second there were other people in the room, completely entranced by the way her hands roamed his body, the way she always remembered exactly how to turn his brain to mush.

"We're ready for him," Ari's voice sounded behind Sammie, bringing Wooyoung out of his daze. The two broke apart, and immediately Ari moved in to take Sammie's place, pushing Wooyoung down so his back was flat against the bed, his legs hanging off of it. She leaned down to kiss him, her ass stuck high in the air for the others to see, Wooyoung's hands grabbing desperately at her.

"Wait, wait a second," Sammie spoke, her tone a bit more commanding. The two moved their lips apart, both staring at her, Ari looking back over her shoulder. "Youngie, come here, lay on the bed like normal, with your head on the pillows."

He did as he was told, Ari staying in place and waiting for her instruction, San moving up behind her to feel over her ass that he loved so much. Wooyoung laid himself down, his cock stood tall and already leaking a bit, his hands behind his head in a relaxed gesture. He couldn't keep the huge grin off his face, his whole body alight with excitement. He couldn't believe he was actually here, after his ridiculous attempt to make this happen just two days ago.

"Let me put this on you," Sammie said, taking the condom out of its rapper and coming to place it gingerly on Wooyoung's hard length. He groaned at the moment of contact, and Sammie kindly gave him a few strokes, before pulling back, leaving him desperate. "Okay Ari, have at him," she chuckled, and Ari climbed over, straddling him and kissing him like before, this time free to grind against his cock all she liked.

"You know they've fucked before, right?" San quietly asked Sammie, the two standing side by side as they watched on, a gentle moan falling from Ari's lips when Woo's tip hit her clit.

"Yes," Sammie chuckled, not surprised. Ari had that way about her that made her someone Wooyoung would like: she was reasonably tall, obviously strong, and not afraid to tell Wooyoung no.

Finally Ari slid down on him, their hips coming in contact slowly, Ari staying put for a second to let herself breathe. Woo's hands gripped her thighs hungrily, his head moving up off the pillow when she pulled away slightly to chase her lips. He needed more of this, he was pent up as hell, and a part of him wished he could turn her over and fuck her right then. But this had been planned out, the steps there in Sammie's head, and he wanted nothing more than to follow them. He knew if he did he'd have the best time of his life, no doubt.

Finally Ari started moving up and down, a slow rhythm to her movements as she sat up a bit, her hands coming to Wooyoung's shoulders to hold her up. She threw her head over her shoulder, catching San's eye playfully, before shifting her focus back to Wooyoung. San just laughed, his face a bright smile, watching his fantasy come to life in front of him. He too couldn't really believe this was all happening.

"Okay, you ready for more, Youngie?" Sammie asked him a few moments later, and he nodded with a whine. "I need words, if you can."

"Yes, please more," he groaned, Ari still working herself up and down on him.

"Okay Ari, I need you to stay leaned forward like that, tilt your hips forward even more if you can," Sammie started, coming over to them. "Youngie, open your legs for me, and hold them up to the side, okay?" she asked, helping him move them exactly how she wanted. Now his hold was exposed to her, the purple silicone plug finally peaking out, and she tugged on it slightly, making him let out a guttural moan.

"San, I need you to stretch him out with your fingers just a little more, you're pretty big," Sammie said, looking over to San still palming himself, a blush crossing his cheeks at the mention of his size.

"Of course," he responded, moving over just as she finally popped out the plug, another deep groan leaving Wooyoung's lips.

"Ari, stop moving for me for just a second," Sammie added, moving to the side to hand San the bottle of lube from the side table. Ari did as told, looking down at Wooyoung's flushed, pathetic face, and let out a snicker, making eye contact with him.

"What?" he asked shamefully, and it made something in her heart soar. It was equal parts cute and hot, and so fucking Wooyoung, and she just about burst in to a fit of laughter right then and there. She stopped though, when San's fingers finally found there way inside Wooyoung, and he let out another one of those groans, his eyes rolling back in his head before his lids fully closed.

"Is that good?" San asked behind Ari, his face and body totally invisible to Wooyougn in this position. That was kind of a travesty, Woo thought, but the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out more than made up for it, San hitting the right spots inside him. He must have done this before, which was so hot too, and suddenly Wooyoung felt really really lost in it all, at the fact that three people were here focusing on just him and just his pleasure.

Slowly San added more fingers, until he was sure Woo was ready, and after a quick slip on of his own condom, lined himself up with Woo's entrance, gently pressing in.

"Fuck," Wooyoung groaned, and Ari's pussy clenched down on him, making everything even more intense.

"Breathe, Youngie," Sammie said from beside them, her hand stroking comfortingly through Wooyoung's hair. After a deep breath San slowly pushed in further, Woo tight and warm around him, but definitely ready. He bottomed out quickly, letting out a deep sigh at the intense pleasure it was giving him, his girlfriend's own cunt stretched open in front of him, just inches away.

"Okay Ari, you can start moving, slowly," Sammie said, watching Wooyoung's face intently for any sign of pain or displeasure. But all she saw was a wide open smile, his eyebrows then knitted together in pleasure, his hands coming up to open his legs even wider for San's access. "You can move too San, he's ready," she said, watching how carefully San was holding himself, staying still when he so clearly wanted to move.

The two began moving in tandem, thrusting into and down onto Woo slowly at first, then increasing their speed. San's hands rested on Ari's hips, helping her maintain her rhythm, his eyes snapping back and forth between Woo's hole and her's, not believing this was real. Ari's moans were growing, as were Wooyoung's and he wasn't sure how long he'd last with this scene unfolding in front of him, his cock enveloped in soft warm muscle that felt too good to be true.

"How are you doing, Youngie," Sammie asked.

"Good, so good," Woo nearly slurred, working hard to get the words out between his moans.

"I'm gonna put that mouth to good use, okay?" she asked, this time not giving him much time to answer before climbing over his face, sitting herself down facing Ari. His sharp nose pressed into her, his tongue coming up to lap at her clit, relishing the tanginess of her cunt and all of the feelings this gave him. He was so at the mercy of them all now, so unable to move or do anything other than just take, take, take. His moans were muffled against Sammie's core, but everyone could tell they were even louder now, that he was loving this more than anything.

"Fuck, good boy," she said above him, grinding down on his face, unable to stop herself. Once she realized he could take it, that San wasn't too big, she couldn't wait to sit herself down and watch these two beautiful strangers ravage her beautiful boy, while riding his face as hard as she wanted to.

The two women, facing each other, made heavy eye contact, Ari's legs getting shaky as she neared her climax, her breathing and moaning shaky too.

"You close?" Sammie asked her, her hand coming to stroke her cheek gently, nearly sending Ari over the edge immediately.

"Kiss me?" Ari asked, and in a second their lips were meeting above Wooyoung, the two lost in each other for a moment. Below Wooyoung grabbed Sammie's thighs hard, pulling her down onto him even more, wanting to be totally enveloped in everything. And behind Ari, San threw his head back at the sight, so hot he didn't think he could take it.

"Fuck, don't do that, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, and Ari chuckled into Sammie's mouth, intertwining their tongues and pulling on Sammie's shoulders just as her orgasm hit her, her body pulling back and then collapsing on Sammie's shoulder, her legs shaking hard.

"Fuck, fuck," she groaned, the feeling ripping through her hard, and behind she heard San's characteristic 'fuck', followed by an abrupt change in his rhythm, his hips coming flush with Wooyoung's and staying there while he let his orgasm consume him. Ari slumped back against him then, still coming down from her own high, as Sammie rode Wooyoung's face in earnest, her own climax washing over her in no time. The whole scene had her nerves buzzing, and it only took one final sharp suck on her clit for her to come undone, her own legs trembling as she did.

She quickly pulled herself off Wooyoung's face, his tongue swiping around to lick her juices from his lips as soon as she was gone.

"You okay?" she asked him, her hand stroking through his hair again. He just nodded, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips, and a slight chuckle. "Did you cum already?"

"Yeah," he laughed, staring up at her now, his eyes big and full of contentment.

"Of course he did," Ari laughed above him, his cock still buried inside her.

"When, Youngie?" Sammie asked, chuckling.

"Um, not long after San started fucking me," he admitted, a hand coming up to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"Damn," Ari said, the whole room chuckling. "How the fuck did you stay hard?"

"He can do that, it's weird," Sammie answered her, everyone laughing again. "Good weird," she added, stroking her thumb across his cheek.

"Okay, I'm gonna move now," Ari announced, pulling off Wooyoung slowly, her own body still reacting to the slight stimulation. Then San pulled out of him slowly, Woo sighing at the loss, his body a rag doll on the bed. Everyone began slowly cleaning themselves off, stretching their bodies and coming back to themselves, the shock of what they'd just done hitting everyone slightly, in their own time.

"I'm gonna go get some water in the kitchen," Ari announced, slinging on her sweat pants and top, eyeing San and hoping he would catch on.

"I'll come with you," he said, quickly moving to put on his own clothes as she left the room, then walking out slowly, behind her. In the kitchen she set out two glasses, filling them both with water, handing him one as he came in. He took one sip and then set it on the counter, standing just a foot in front of her and staring into her beautiful eyes, trying to read everything.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, eyes not leaving hers.

"Yeah, did you?" she asked back, a shy smile on her lips.

"Yeah."

They stood in silence for a moment, not breaking their eye contact, until Ari couldn't take it anymore and started giggling, her eyes hitting the floor.

"I can't believe we just did that," she said quietly, a hand reaching out for her boyfriend. He pulled her into him, enveloping her in a huge hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" he asked, making her laugh more.

"I think it was everything you dreamed of," she responded, nudging him.

"I love you, Ariana," he said, his voice low and full with sincerity.

"I love you too," she said, her face raising to meet his, her eyes wide.

It really was what she'd dreamed of, more honestly, but something in her felt like she didn't want to say that just yet. This moment felt like it was for them, for her and this man who was so good to her, to remind each other just how much they loved and needed the other. And she was more than grateful for it, so grateful she felt like she might start crying, which didn't feel right, either. Crying right after you had a foursome, well, just seemed a little ridiculous. She sank herself into San's chest, her breathing heaving in lieu of tears, and San could feel all of the emotion washing off of her, it matching the way he felt in so many ways, too.

It had been a lot, this trip. The pressure he felt to impress her friends, to not disappoint anyone. But it had also been fun, some of the most fun he'd had in a long time, and he couldn't believe they'd gotten a chance to explore this fantasy they'd had for months now.

The gratitude ran through him too, washed over the both of them, leaving them in a cloud of joy that wouldn't leave for a long, long time. The cabin was almost eerily quiet, no one else in the living room or kitchen, and they both knew that would end very soon. But for now this moment was for them, for their love, for everything they built and felt together.

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung smut #san smut

96 notes · View notes