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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 4 months

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airpods

read part two (posted 4/28/24) here!!! wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "bad girl", reader is wearing a denim skirt) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also a really bonkers scenario; funny & angst -- stepcest -- inserting foreign objects -- slighttttt dub-conn-ish summary: (y/n) will only give rivalnewstepbrother!matthew his airpods back if he promises to play a little game with them

ੈ✩‧₊˚ this is a doozy lmao. pretty iconic tho if i do say so myself. i take literally no responsibility for it even tho i am 100% responsible for it. basically just wrote itself while i was in a fever dream-like state so pls enjoy. i think it needs a sequel personally but lemme know what you think!

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest, insertion of foreign object into genitals (reader), kind of dub-conny, lots of taunting teasing and degradation from both characters, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, hints of dom!matt and dom!reader and also sub!matt and sub!reader we really cover the bases and lay some groundwork lmao, lots of swearing and i used the word vagina once it was for something funny not for smut but people can still be triggered by that word so! you are warned.

“matty, what the actual f*ck are you doing?” you ask as the sight of your dumbass step brother admiring his shirtless reflection in the mirror assaults your eyes.

ever since you met matthew a year and a half ago, every holiday had been ruined by your family constantly comparing you to him. why couldn’t you be more like matt? he’s so passionate and hardworking towards his craft and you’re a waitress at a bar. and not a classy one.

though you don’t see him all that much, you have to share the house with him when he comes home to visit. this particular visit, you and matthew have the house to yourselves for the night— your parents having left this morning for a little new year’s getaway.

matthew’s flexing his (admittedly defined) triceps and dancing around a bit— headphones covering his ears. but when he sees your reflection staring back at him in his bedroom mirror, he jumps in horror.

“WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME!?” he shouts, tearing off his headphones and sprinting across the room to slam the door in your face. “stalker.”

“freak,” you reply childishly, stepping back out of the doorframe to avoid a broken nose. once the door is shut, you knock sweetly.

tap, tap. tap, tap.

matthew opens it, cheeks as red (and canadian) as a pair of macintosh apples. “what do you want?”

“well, i was going to give you back your airpods that i stole yesterday so you didn’t have to wear those clunky headphones anymore, but,” you shake the airpods case in front of you teasingly before placing it back in the pocket of your denim skirt, “i don’t really wanna give them to you anymore after how rude you just were.”

“you—… you stole my airpods!?” matthew exclaims. “i’ve been looking everywhere for them!”

you shrug. “i guess not everywhere.”

“ugh, you can be such a b—,” matthew starts to curse, but he stops; a little conflicted pout forming on his plush lips. “a b—…”

“you can’t even f*cking say it, can you?” you taunt, pushing matthew’s door open a little further and taking a step inside. “too much of a marshmallow to even swear at me. afraid of hurting my feelings or something, matty?”

“as i’ve said many times before, just matt is fine,” he spits, brows furrowing in frustration. “and i’m not a marshmallow. and, frankly, i don’t give a… shit… about your feelings!”

“cute,” you mock, inching closer to him. your eyes wander down to his torso, a six-pack of well-fed abs staring back at you. “what is it with all the muscles anyway? you think they’ll distract girls from seeing how much of a dumpling you really are?”

“i’m not a dumpling,” matthew huffs through gritted teeth. “and it’s none of your business.”

you consider this for a moment and then nod. “you’re right. it’s none of my business.”

“really? that was easier than—”

“but if it was my business,” you continue, stealing another glance at his chest. your eyes trail down further— waistband of his calvin klein boxers peaking out from his jeans. you hate to admit it, but he’s kind of hot. maybe that wasn’t an entirely appropriate thought to be having about your lameass new step brother, but it was unfortunately the truth. “i’d tell you it isn’t working. not bad to look at though.”

you turn on your heel, starting to walk back out the door when matthew calls, “hey, what about my airpods!?”

“what airpods?” you reply innocently before a smirk darkens your features. you pull the case out of the pocket of your skirt again and wave it in front of him enticingly. “oh, these?”

matthew tries to grab them out of your hand, but you’re too quick— the earbuds back safely in your pocket before he can steal them. his jaw sets, eyes ripe with anger as he pushes the door shut behind you. he inches forward, effectively trapping you between him and the door. “give them the fuck back, you insufferable bitch.”

a wave of desire rushes over you. there’s just something about driving a nice boy over the edge that really does it for you.

and matthew was the nicest of nice boys— and because of that, a giant pain in your ass. but hearing him talk like that as he corners you in; hovering only a couple inches from your face…

“oh—… i—… uh… sorry,” he stutters as he realizes how close he is to you, backing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. matthew blushes again as he looks away from you nervously.

he’s resumed his dumpling form, but the glimpse of potential lurking underneath was enough to make you want to see more.

“fine, you can have your airpods back,” you relent with a sigh. “if…”

“if?” he asks, brow raised.

“if you can find where i hide them,” you finish with a proud smile.

“i’m not gonna play that game,” matthew replies with a frown. “besides, this house is huge! you’re gonna make me tear the whole thing up to find something that small? no way.”

“that’s too bad,” you say, shaking your head. “i guess they’re mine now.”

matthew groans. “at least make the playing field more reasonable.”

you tilt your head to the side, a devious plan entering your mind. “i think i can work with that.”

matthew sighs. “i can’t believe i’m entertaining this... but where are you thinking?”

“me,” you answer. “i’m thinking you can search me.”

“like, you’re gonna hide it on your person,” matthew clarifies, ears burning red. “like, in one of your pockets?”

“yeah, exactly,” you hum happily. “my pocket.”

matthew swallows nervously, purposefully avoiding your gaze. “that sounds too easy. there has to be a catch.”

“no catch. it’ll be in my pocket,” you confirm, extending your hand to him. “you just have to find the right one.”

matthew blinks at you, then at your hand. after a moment, he takes it in his own and shakes it. “fine. deal.”

“i’ll be back in a minute then,” you say, throwing open the door and running off to hide the airpods in one of your pockets.

—

“okay, so it’s not in your hoodie pockets,” matthew deduces after reaching a tentative hand in each one and coming up empty. “that means it’s in one of these pockets?”

you smile at him encouragingly as he blinks nervously at you, gesturing to your denim skirt.

“why are you making me do this?” matthew laments dramatically. “aren’t you, like… uncomfortable with me touching you and stuff?”

“not at all,” you reply with a smirk. “i do get a lot of enjoyment out of making you uncomfortable though.”

“so i gathered,” he says, starting to reach for one of your back pockets. “is it okay if i—.”

“just do it already,” you interject, rolling your eyes.

“okay, okay,” matthew says, reaching his hand down the pocket. “sue me for trying to be a gentleman.”

he pulls out his hand. it’s empty.

matthew reaches down your other back pocket, again finding nothing.

“should probably check the front,” you offer contentedly.

“thanks for the hint,” matthew huffs, walking back around to face you. cautiously, he sticks his fingers down your left, front pocket— moving them side to side before removing them. “are you f*cking with me? you didn’t even hide them, did you!?”

his rough tone sends another wave of excitement through you, but you force a little pout. “i can’t believe you think i wouldn’t play by the rules, matty.”

he sticks his fingers unceremoniously in the last pocket, coming up empty yet again. “then where the f*ck are they!?”

you tilt your head cutely, basically euphoric over how much you’re riling him up. “in my pocket.”

“i just looked through all your pockets! they’re not—…” matthew stops yelling, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes widen in total disbelief. “wait… you—… you don’t mean…”

“ding, ding, ding,” you reply with a malicious smirk. “you know, you’re smarter than you look.”

“you—… you put my airpods up your VAGINA!?” matthew yells: confused, horrified and impressed all at the same time.

you shrug. “i’ve had bigger.”

matthew is silent as you walk over to his bed and sit down, spreading your legs just a bit.

“well, the deal’s still on,” you offer, placing your hands behind you and leaning back onto them casually. “if you can find them, they’re yours.”

“you—… you want me to…” matthew stammers, eyes locked on your denim skirt. “to...”

“you don’t have to,” you assert, pulling up your skirt to reveal your bare core to him. his lips part, eyeing your center like it’s the forbidden fruit. and it kind of is. “if you don’t want to.”

“this is ridiculous,” matthew says breathily in a way that tells you that, though this may very well be a ridiculous thing to be happening right now, he’s a bit enticed by it all. he walks toward you, pushing you back a bit further onto the bed with one hand to expose your heat more. “this is absolutely f*cking…”

he kneels down on the hardwood floor between your legs, one hand finding each of your thighs and prying them further apart. he grabs your hips, pulling your naked core closer to his face. you hope he doesn’t notice you clench around his airpods at the man-handling.

matthew swallows hard as he examines every inch of you. scandalized eyes and bottom lip drawn between his teeth, you can basically hear his conflicting, depraved thoughts.

“i really hate you, you know that?” he asks rhetorically, licking his lips as your walls pulse again. he stuffs a finger up you suddenly, pushing it in further and further until he’s tapping on the case of his airpods. “if you’ve been looking for a reason that your whole family likes me better than you, i think both of our searches can end with this.”

the tiniest whimper escapes you at the degradation. it’s exactly what you’d been waiting for.

matthew looks up at you, knuckle-deep in your pussy. his lips part in shock at the sound. “did you--... did you just...”

“are you going to take it out, or what?” you reply, maintaining your rude, slightly bored disposition.

he looks back at your center, moving his finger to try to hook around the case and wiggle it out of you. it doesn’t budge. he inserts another finger into you, stretching your walls out in hopes that the case might come out with more space.

it stays put.

“it’s not coming out,” matthew says, panic in his eyes. “what did you do, gorilla glue it to your cervix?”

“i didn’t even know you knew that word,” you snort, averting his gaze. “i guess you’ll have to find a way to loosen it then.”

matthew’s eyes bulge. “and how the hell am i supposed to do that!?”

“hm, i dunno,” you muse, locking eyes with him again. “don’t they always say to put butter on your arm to make it slippery if it’s stuck in something?”

“you want me to put butter in your...” matthew trails off as he thinks more about your suggestion. “slippery?”

“yeah,” you reply with a nod, desperately trying to maintain your dominance. “you know, like... wet.”

“wet...” he repeats again, eyes meeting your cunt again. “you want me to make you... oh.”

“just a thought,” you shrug off.

matthew shakes his head quickly. “but, we can’t--... i can’t--”

“why can’t you?” you ask, tapping his bare chest with your toes. “oh, i remember now! it’s because you’re a f*cking marshmall--”

matthew’s hands grip your thighs roughly as he pulls your pussy even closer to his face. he licks a long, teasing stripe up through your folds-- ending and circling at your clit.

this time you don’t hide your moan.

“what was that?” matthew taunts, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “feel good?”

it does feel good-- better than you could’ve imagined matthew’s tongue would feel against you. you nod, moving your hips to try to push your core even closer to him. he slaps your right thigh hard, warning you wordlessly not to make a fuss. it just makes you need to fuss more, but he reattaches his tongue to your cunt anyway.

he laps at your clit with such dedication that you’re crying out within a couple of minutes-- begging him for more.

“pl--please,” you whine, hand running through his hair and pulling it from the base. “wanna cum on your tongue.”

“f*cking hell,” he moans into your core, the vibration sending more waves of pleasure through you. he closes his eyes as he starts to rhythmically suck on your bundle of nerves, only coming up for air to say, “how can you be so desperate with a pussy this perfect?”

“matty, i--”

“didn’t i tell you not to f*cking call me that,” he growls, inserting a finger into your now dripping cunt. “so this is what you wanted, huh? stole my airpods just so you could cum all over my fingers? you’re such a bad girl, (y/n).”

you’re right on the edge, just a few seconds more and you’ll be moaning matthew’s name like a prayer.

but then you feel it.

matthew’s finger latches around the now lubricated airpod case-- pulling it free from your warmest pocket as he detaches his lips from around your clit. you stare at him helplessly, the denial of your orgasm leaving you so frustrated you’re rendered speechless.

how could you have let him get the upper hand on you?

“but i guess you forgot,” he says with a smirk, standing up and walking toward the door. “bad girls don’t get to cum.”

you blink silently at him once. twice. matthew holds open the door, pointing into the hallway.

“now get out of my room.”

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chaesparklez · 30 days

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familiarity | seok matthew x reader

wc: 3.2k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

heavily gendered descriptions, fingering f!receiving, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, matthew is a little forceful but consent is still clear!

synopsis:

‘was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?’

a hazy summer day with your childhood best friend takes a very unexpected turn. two beating hearts, lingering gazes and dark thoughts lead to something more.

a/n: cross posted on wattpad and ao3 by moi. available on both platforms through user @/chaesparkle

"matthew stop! i'm serious, stop!" you begged between giggles as matthew chased you with a hose.

"NEVERR!" he booms in a mock-villain voice before flashing that big goofy grin of his and continuing to attack you.

a hot summer day spent at matthew's house, the two of you had somehow went from mowing the lawn to a crazed water fight.

you both sprinted around the lawn barefoot soaking each other with water before you finally yielded and declared him the winner of the stupid battle, to which he did a goofy celebration dance and sung in joy.

"ha ha, i win, you lose!" he sings in the most irritating tone ever. you can't help but scoff and smile to yourself at how happy he looks.

ever since you were toddlers, you and matthew had been the best of friends. you'd played with teddies and action figures together, walked to school together, gone on family holidays with all your parents together.

you'd grown apart a little after you'd moved away, but coming back to your hometown and spending summers with him connected you with the warm familiarity of your childhood best friend, and you had always found yourself chatting and squabbling like no time had passed. you hated to admit it, but you were both very dear to eachother.

but right now, he was just being his usual annoying self.

"for god's sake matthew, you don't have to do a celebration dance every time you win something!" you whine, raising your arm to punch him on the shoulder.

"or what?" he says, grabbing your wrist mid-air to halt it.

a second passes between you, the humid summer air suddenly blanketing around you uncomfortably. matthew looks right into your eyes, panting gently with that sunny smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the effect he'd had on you. your eyes waver, lost for a moment in his deep brown gaze.

in that loaded moment you became aware of his half buttoned shirt and the muscled chest that rose and fell against yours, glistening beads of water sitting on his smooth skin. his grip on your wrist is firm and your flesh in contact with his seems to tingle.

was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?

you snapped out of your trance shocked at your wandering thoughts. truthfully speaking, you had budding feelings for him ever since you moved out and found yourself missing his presence beside you everyday. but you'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

because he was just... matthew. your matthew. cute adorable matthew. though he looked far from adorable with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned like that...

'what the hell?? get a damn grip.' you mentally scolded yourself, your once again strange thoughts making you shudder.

besides, what was the point in nurturing feelings for him? you could tell by the way he treated you like a little brother that he'd never see you that way. the easy thing to do was just carry on like always.

matthew observed you in this reverie, furrowing his brows.

"you good?" he asked, slight concern behind his eyes.

"..yeah, duh, why wouldn't i be?" you shoot back, removing your wrist with an awkward cough.

"because you're being a weirdo, weirdo." he jabs, poking your forehead with a grin on his face.

that was it. you start chasing eachother all over again, him running and you screeching abuse at him loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

never a boring day with him, honestly.

you both crash through the front door and raid the freezer for popsicles, sweating and out of breath from both the heat outside and your demented tussle. matthew sits on the couch while you splay yourself out on the cool floor, both licking your popsicles absentmindedly.

"where's your mom?" you ask, turning onto your side and resting your head on your palm.

"on some bachelorette trip. you know our neighbour linda? she's getting married for the third time."

"husband number three already? damn, the woman's getting more action than me." you laugh in amusement.

"anyone can get more action than you, loser."

"um, excuse me!" you reply in mock offence clutching your chest. 'i am not a loser. i'm the picture of charm and sensuality.' you toss your hair and snoot your nose up at him.

"sure you are, marilyn monroe." he scoffs.

"you're just jealous you don't get bitches like me."

"oh really? have we forgotten what happened with keeho?"

you choke on your popsicle and go into a coughing fit, caught off guard by the mention of matthew's friend who'd asked you out a while ago.

"that was just a fluke..." you mumbled.

"i don't think so."

"it was!"

"you scared him off for life, man!" matthew exclaims, bursting into laughter at the memory.

matthew had introduced keeho to you at a mutual friend's birthday party a few years ago. you didn't talk much but he ended up asking you on a date- and your awkward teenage self had been too shy to say no. so... you went on a truly disastrous date with him that ended in you bursting into nervous laughter and lapsing into vine references when you thought he was going to kiss you.

needless to say, he was not interested after that.

"i genuinely need to ask why of all vine references you chose the krusty krab one.."

"i don't know," you groaned.

he continues laughing. "you literally sung the whole song while he just sat there. were you trying to join american idol?" he snorts.

"SHUT UP MAN," you complain. the sight of you cringing and embarrassed only makes him laugh harder. you narrow your eyes for revenge.

'okay, riddle me this then! why the hell did you decide a good way to confess to belle was to sing that cringy song for her in a fedora?? in front of the whole class?'

"hey, we were nine years old! and the fedora was fitting for the time."

"i'm afraid no time period excuses the abomination that is a fedora hat."

"you know she loved it."

"she literally laughed in your face and bullied you for the rest of the year."

"duh, because she was shocked at her overwhelming feelings for me and the aggression was a coping mechanism!"

you burst into laughter at how nonsensical this conversation was getting and shake your head. honestly sometimes this boy just talks to talk.

"your brain is strange as fuck, man. no girl can understand your thought process."

"apart from you." he responds absentmindedly.

a beat.

"yeah. apart from me." you respond after a second, heart thumping again like earlier. you quickly turn away from him, flustered and wanting to hide the blush seeping onto your cheeks.

you take the remote and hurriedly switch on the tv to distract yourself. watching for a while, you eventually zone out and forget about the weird moments earlier. you still feel tired from the water fight and stretch out on the floor. the white sundress with delicate tie straps you wear is still a little damp, the cotton cool against your skin.

"um.. why don't you get off the floor? you're wearing white, too." matthew comments, voice constricting suddenly,

"i don't wanna."

oblivious, you smile and stretch your limbs out. 'it's comfy here. you should lie down too.'

"i'm good." he replies a second too late, eyes wavering.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. "why not? come, lie down."

"forget it."

"whyy?" you whine, in a mood to annoy him since he wasn't responding. you begin chanting at a million syllables a second: 'why why why why why why why why why wh-'

then all of a sudden he is lying down... on top of you. his body over yours with his hand over your mouth to silence you.

what you were unaware of was that matthew's heart had also been racing for you. and maybe it was the balmy summer heat, or your mischievous smile, or the way the sunlight shone on your skin that he just wanted to stroke and kiss every inch of.

but he had been overtaken by all consuming desire.

hands gripping the sofa cushion with his teeth gritted, matthew had felt his bulge strain against his shorts. the tantalising view of you laying before him had drove him near madness. the creamy skin of your shoulders on display and visible nipples underneath the white fabric made him increasingly aware of the blood rushing to his cock. an angelic ingénue surrounded by a soft halo of hair splayed on the floor. a soft white peach ready for him to devour.

and the way you called out to him completely unaware of your dress riding up to show your coquettish pink panties, the flimsy tie strap falling down, so easy for him to untie with a simple tug of the string...

he had acted before thinking and found himself on top of you. the way your eyes widened and the heat of your warm breath on his palm didn't alleviate the pounding in his heart.

and now here you are, inches apart on the cool floor.

you stare into each others eyes for several seconds, the air heavy and peppered with the distant sounds of cicadas outside. something in his gaze had changed as he stares at you intensely. you'd never seen him look at you like that before.

"you can't just tell me to lie down without a care in the world. i'm a man too, you know." he says in a low voice.

"..w-what do you mean?" you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

his jaw clenches for a second before he breaks into a smirk and fixes the strap that had fallen off your shoulder.

"did you know your dress is see through?" he whispers, fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

your face heats up at the realisation of what he's been seeing the whole time. your heart starts pounding.

with a soft smile, matthew closes his eyes and kisses you gently. your eyes flutter shut and you kiss back shyly, heart pounding knowing that deep down you'd been wishing for this to happen. his lips taste of strawberries and cream.

and your desire becomes even clearer when you feel his growing erection against your pelvis. a wave of pleasure washes through your body, starting from your wet core and blooming in your sternum. you deepen the kiss, hungry for him.

"please. want you so bad." he moans between your lips before burying his head in the crevice of your neck and planting hot kisses on your skin.

as he sucks and nibbles at your neck he runs a finger along your drenched panties, prompting a sharp intake of air from you at his touch. in a rushed movement he removes your panties with one hand and begins to massage your throbbing clit in circular motions.

"you're so wet for me already." he remarks breathlessly,

"oh my god, matthew..." you moan in sheer euphoria.

he slides a finger into your core while stimulating your clit with his thumb and you gasp in pleasure. kissing you deeply, he runs his tongue along the line of your teeth and you softly bite his bottom lip in response. matthew slides another finger into your center prompting a deep moan.

"mmnh, keep going," you whimper, the feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the stimulation to your clit almost being too much to bear.

eyes fixated on your face, he begins to rub your clit intermittently. going at it then stopping for a second before repeating the process several times when he felt you were getting close. this only increases your yearning and you whimper in submission, hips grinding to match the pace of his fingers whenever they made contact with your dripping wet core.

head spinning, whimpers escape your lips as he edges you. he begins to space out his movements, going a few more seconds without touching you each time. this drives you insane and you find your body being controlled like a puppet on strings under his touch. your pelvis jerks sharply now whenever his fingers made contact with your clit, mouth muttering indecipherable words, eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed. you feel your climax coming closer already.

"ah, matthew... that feels so good.." you moan softly.

he regards you for a second, taking in your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. the view of you an utter mess just from his fingers sends him on a further descent into madness and he kisses your neck hungrily as if to consume you.

he couldn't take it anymore. he had to take you right here on the floor.

hastily pulling down his pants to reveal his fully grown erection, he pumps it a couple of times before aligning it with your throbbing pussy. running the tip up and down the length of it to wetten his cock. you take a sharp intake of breath in response, head spinning from the stimulation.

just before he enters you, he locks eyes with you and brushes the hair out of your face.

"are you sure?" he breathes, pupils wavering.

you nod with yearning, and he smiles and kisses your forehead.

with painstaking care he pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, allowing your pussy to get used to his size.

you throw your head back and moan as your pussy takes his girthy length, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it throb like crazy. a tear escapes your eye from the pressure. matthew wipes it away gently with the back of his hand and brushes the hair out of your eyes.

"such a good girl. you're taking my cock so well for me." he whispers. the sound of his impassioned voice combined with the feeling of him inside you sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

he fucks you slowly, deliberately, tip hitting your g spot with every impassioned thrust making your pussy clench tantalisingly around his length.

you throw your head back and feel his cool fingers trace the line of your neck running down to your shoulder, where with a gentle tug he undoes the tie of your sundress. the soft material slips off easily revealing your pert breasts. he cups one in his hand and licks tantalisingly at your hardened nipple, biting gently prompting a soft yelp from you.

you run your hands through his thick hair, gazing up at him between half lidded eyes. as you make eye contact he kisses you once again. you moan between his lips in ecstasy at the sensation of his strong hands exploring your body and his soft lips on yours.

in a swift movement he picks you up off the floor and presses your body against the wall, your arms around his neck for support while he hold you by your legs. you gasp as your back makes contact with the cold wall and center throbs once again at his effortless show of strength. his muscled arms flex as they grip your thighs, hips moving rapidly as he begins to pound you.

you cry out deeply as you receive his sloppy thrusts, pussy clenching tighter around his length driving him crazy.

"ah! f-fuck.. oh my god...matthew, i.." you moan desperately, unable to form a sentence at the way the feeling of his cock inside you clouds your mind.

he lets out a moan at the amalgam of sensations you're making him feel; the feeling of being inside your throbbing pussy, the way his arms burn from holding you against the wall, and your fucked out face right before him unable to do anything but stammer and take his cock. eyes watering, cheeks red, face contorted in a visage of pleasure.

he has you laying on the couch beneath him in a flash with your legs wrapped around his thighs while you lay gazing up at him fucking you in a trance, hair a fluffy mess and sweat glistening on his skin.

he's struggling not to cum from the view beneath him, your perfect tits bouncing with the movement driving him insane. you can feel your high slowly creeping up on you as his thrusts grow stronger, prompting a loud moan from you at every single movement.

"fuck.. matthew... i'm close.." you manage to choke out as your eyes flutter closed in euphoria, focusing on feeling how wet your pussy is and the way matthew's cock gradually brings you to orgasm.

"me too. cum for me baby, come on." he rasps.

and the moment washes over you both like water. he moans deeply as he finishes, hot cum pumping inside you while your walls clench around him milking his cock of every drop of cum. simultaneously you moan with your eyes closed and palm on your forehead, hips undulating as you ride out your orgasm.

in a daze, you open your eyes lazily as he pulls out, cum seeping out of your center making your pussy twitch. matthew leans down to kiss you, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. in that moment, you realise just how much you've fallen for him. you kiss back passionately and whisper: "thank you.." through half lidded eyes.

the late afternoon sunshine shines through the net curtains casting an array of shapes onto yours and matthew's skin.

you lay in a tangle of white bedsheets, unclothed and in a state of giggly bliss. matthew's hair is still a little damp from the shower you'd taken together- him insisting on soaping your body and making sure you weren't aching too much from the session. he'd even towelled you dry and brought you snacks afterwards.

and now he's here whispering sweet nothings into your ear and tracing circles on your palm, sunlight shining a golden glow on his milky skin.

you kiss his neck and he lets out a soft laugh, peering down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

"was it not sudden to you?" he asks.

"hm?" you reply.

"what we just did.." he says, sentence trailing off as his cheeks pinken a little.

you laugh at his sudden docility, so different from the boldness he had showed just an hour ago. you prop your head up on your hand then interlock your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes.

"no," you answer. you stroke his knuckles with your thumb softly. 'i've felt this way about you for a while.'

"really?"

"mhmm."

"how didn't i notice before? i mean... i've liked you for a long time."

"because you're stupid." you burst out into giggles. 'why else do you think i bombed it with keeho?'

his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"wait, so... you mean you did that on purpose? because you liked me?"

you laugh and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier."

"hmmm," he replies in mock thought. 'so you seduced me on purpose today?'

"oh, that was completely by chance. i told you im irresistible."

"well, that's true..." he says, before pulling the sheet over your heads and planting a thousand kisses all over your body.

you yelp and laugh and ruffle his hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your waist, before he sinks further down to plant a kiss on your pelvis. he looks up at you like a golden retriever and you both know you're ready to start this all over again.

he smiles that gorgeous smile of his. the smile that's always been there ever since you were kids. your beautiful matthew.

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taeraeszn · 4 months

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could you do like matthew with an academic achiever reader ... he's very golden retriever to someone's black cat. like i can see a university au athlete x student council vibez (personally am academic achiever student council pres so like i could use a guy like Matthew)

an unexpected bond - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: matthew was the opposite of you, but somehow you two found a spark in one another. one that made your heart beat.

word count: 2.1K (omg i didn't even realize that as i was writing this LMAOO)

warnings: maybe be some typos, i was writing this in a rush to complete it. but i don't see anything else as i re-read it but pls lmk if there is!!

a/n: OMG TWO WHOLE MONTHS WITHOUT POSTING i feel like i betrayed everyone, i'm so so sorry!! life just hasn't been great recently and the break was well needed. as i posted two weeks ago, i'll be slowly releasing things as i have a reaction post after this (hint hint it's a bit more suggestive lmao). but it made me realize how much i missed posting and writing <3

also sorry if i missed the whole point of your request i feel like i went a totally other different direction :( but i hope you all enjoy it!

you were always the perfect model student in middle and high school, everyone was able to predict that you’d be first place for exam marks as well as you always being in principal honours. you were able to carry your skills into university where you try to keep a gpa that’s 4.0. nothing was able to get into your way…until you met seok matthew.

matthew was a very likeable athlete in your university, everyone gushed over his sweet looks and kind personality, there was nothing to hate about him. he kept a good image away from his basketball skills. many girls loved the fact that he was single and took every chance they got to ask him out or compliment him.

you were setting up for the upcoming events happening in your university. there were going to be some high schoolers coming to visit the campus as well as some special performances happening in the gymnasium. you were put in charge of handling those which were already enough on your plate aside from your own course. you didn’t think that anything would occur between that time.

as you were setting up the gymnasium decorations, a basketball slowly rolled towards you, stopping just at your feet. before you could pick it up, you heard someone faintly yelling until the voice got closer.

“that’s mine! sorry i should’ve been more careful.” someone said, as you looked up, you saw a handsome guy with sweat dripping everywhere as if he just ran a marathon. he had muscles which you could tell from his biceps. his hair was a blonde shade and his smile was quite contagious, causing you to smile slightly as well.

“it’s fine. i was just setting up the decorations here.” you looked down at your list, crossing off the things that were already dealt with and completed with your pen. matthew also took a look at it but you quickly pulled it up to your chest, concealing it.

“was i not supposed to see that?” he chuckled, pointing at your clipboard. you slowly nodded, unsure of what to say.

“uh..yeah.” he picked up the ball that was still on the ground. once again giving you that irresistible smile.

“well… i’ll see you around then!” he dribbled the ball back to the court and shot it in perfectly, causing cheers to erupt from the small crowd watching him. mostly girls.

you thought that would be the end of seeing matthew but after that one meeting, it would be endless encounters of you running into each other. it was as if it was happening on purpose, like the world was telling you to converse with him a bit more.

so you did. it happened to be a day like any other where you were studying in the library with headphones on. every other seat beside you was vacant and you had that small space to yourself, something you absolutely loved. peace.

as you were checking at your notes then back at your laptop, you noticed a familiar figure coming towards you.

“hey…” matthew said, joining you with a textbook and laptop in hand. you weren’t expecting matthew to come at all, you kinda forgot that he was also studying and learning here as well.

“mind if i join?” you slowly nodded giving him the green light and he sat across from you. he opened his laptop and took a look at your notes.

“psychology huh?” he said. somehow he figured out your course by just observing your notes, you were astonished.

“how did you know?” matthew grinned then shrugged, “my friend taerae takes that course too.” he was friends with taerae? you sometimes noticed him in the back of lectures but never had a proper conversation with him other than the times where you had a project together.

“that’s cool.” it was obvious that you weren’t strong with holding a conversation, especially with new people. matthew seemed happy though, giving you a positive smile to almost everything you said and did.

you wanted to ask him what he was taking but your shyness took over, though he knew right away that you were curious.

“i’m doing health sciences by the way, it’s pretty interesting but challenging at times.” it was nice having someone who could carry on a conversation. as you two began getting to slowly know each other, you came to realize that matthew was just an amazing guy, he seemed very passionate about pursuing both sports and his studies, he told you about his journey from when he first started playing basketball to now and how it’s helped him. as well, you shared a bit of insight about yourself such as why you decided to pursue your field of study and what inspired you to do so.

best part was that matthew wouldn’t interrupt you once as you spoke and let you be as open as you chose to. it was like you were able to tell him everything that you were scared to tell others. not to mention how handsome he looked when he was focused on something.

afterwards, it fell silent between the two of you as you began studying. matthew was also immersed in his notes, but he would occasionally gaze at you to see what you were doing. he felt his cheeks heat up while seeing your concentrated face.

as the hours passed, more students began leaving campus and the library became more still as now only you and matthew were present there. you didn’t even realize it but you actually fell asleep after studying. matthew was on his phone texting someone and noticed that you lost your battle to sleep.

“they must be cold…” he mumbled to himself as he noticed that you had no jacket on. he decided to take his own off and cover your body with his in order to keep you warm. your head was resting on your textbook with your hands on the table.

he let you rest and didn’t wake you up, only waiting till you decided to yourself.

half an hour had passed when you finally awoke. “what time is it?” you yawned. he showed you his phone lockscreen that had him and eight other people posing together in a selfie. the time read ‘18:00’ , that was enough to jolt you completely awake. the latest you ever stayed was only four or five o’clock.

“oh god i slept didn’t i?” matthew could only smile at your cute reaction.

“hey but at least you got a power nap!” he got up to place his items inside his backpack then swung it over his shoulder. “i’ll see you around!” he waved goodbye and was about to walk out of the library. but suddenly you felt the urge to do something, you didn’t want to go home alone especially when it was already getting dark outside.

“wait!” you yelled, quickly rushing up to matthew. he watched as you catched up to him, “is it ok if i can go with you?”

matthew chuckled but nodded, “of course! grab your stuff and we’ll head out.” he said. with that confirmation, you grabbed your things and walked out of your university’s building towards the train station.

the whole ride he sat close to you and it helped you feel less lonely with his company. your houses weren’t too far apart from each other so you took the same route as him to get home.

but ever since that day in the library, you began falling for matthew. you would occasionally go to the gymnasium and sit on the bleachers just to watch matthew play and get cheered on by his friends. he was mesmerizing in a way that you couldn’t keep your eye off of him.

when one of his games was over, he approached you and asked for your number. it was a lot having a bunch of eyes on you as he asked for it but you gave him it and he ran away happily to change. getting his number allowed you to hear from him more often, he would text you about what he was doing and had casual conversations with you if it wasn’t about studies.

as your friendship grew even closer, he asked to visit your house so you two could study together in each other’s company and you were up for it. this was the first time that he’d be coming to your house since you didn’t live on campus.

while in your room, he took a look around and noticed the poster’s of many celebrities and idols. you showed him all of your favourite groups which allowed him to get to know you better since you barely opened up about your interests outside of studies.

but most of the afternoon consisted of you two both sitting on your bed with your laptops open and studying the material. though studying was boring, having matthew there made it more endurable. when it became silent, he would speak up and converse with you about almost anything. it was like his brain was full of ideas that were endless.

“hey matt…” you said, looking up from your textbook. he immediately turned towards you, “hm?”

“do you enjoy being with me? it’s kinda boring just studying.” you were worried that he wasn't enjoying this and probably wanted to do something else.

“of course i do! if you don’t want to study we can do something else right now.” he shut his laptop.

“like what?” he grabbed his jacket and got up from the bed causing you to do the same.

“a walk, heading to a store, going to the park nearby, there’s tons of stuff to do!” you smiled then shutting your textbook and doing the same as him.

“then let’s go somewhere!”

what followed next after two weeks passed was that exam season finally ended! you were thrilled to be able to go home and relax without worrying much about studying. but that didn’t stop matthew from asking to come over.

you made sure the house looked extremely cleaned with no mess left behind as you began waiting for him to arrive. when the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it to reveal matthew holding a bouquet of flowers while smiling.

needless to say, you were shocked, “matt?” he waved and came inside then taking his shoes off and heading to your couch.

“hey!” he looked around, then handed you the flowers. they were beautiful red roses that looked expensive. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he literally bought some just for you.

“matt…are these for me?” you gave them one more look but even still your eyes couldn’t not focus on them.

“yeah, uh, i actually bought them for a reason since i wanted to tell you something really important.” that sentence caused you to look up at him with a puzzled expression.

“what is it?” he came closer towards you and took the bouquet out of your hands and onto the couch in order to gently grab your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“i like you.” did you hear that correctly?! it took you a good minute to process before you spoke up.

“really? you're joking right?” you asked to make sure. matthew giggled then shook his head, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

“no! why would i? i’ve felt this way towards you for a while but never had the courage to tell you exactly how i feel. i bought you those roses today to show you.”

“they’re beautiful…” you were still in awe.

matthew then gently touched your shoulders, “so give me a chance. i know that we’ve only known each other for a while but i promise i’ll do anything and everything to make you happy.” he said with no hesitation.

the space became silent as you tried to come up with what to say, since this was new for you to be confessed to. however, after being with matthew for the past month and getting to know him, he’s become someone who’s made an impact on you. he helped you become more open and even knows how to make your heart beat whenever you see him. it would be a lie to say that you didn’t want to go further with him.

you took a deep breath as his gaze was still fixated on you, “of course i’ll give you a chance. a million times yes.”

without warning, matthew pulled you into his soft embrace, his arms wrapping around you to keep you in tact.

“god i was so worried to say that. do you know how many times i was practicing this before i came here?” he exclaimed, now feeling relieved that you didn’t reject him.

“well now you have me.” you giggled.

“great cause now i don’t plan on losing you, ever.” his voice muffled into your chest.

“thank you matthew, you make me so happy.”

“of course my love.”

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zb1 x reader #seok matthew fluff #seok matthew #seok woohyun #seok matthew imagine #seok matthew imagines #seok matthew x reader

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nqctar · 4 months

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★ seok matthew as your cg !

cg! seok matthew x f!reader

pairings: cg! seok matthew x f!reader. genre: age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply.

석매튜 / seok matthew ✿

you're literally his baby. like even before you told him you were an age regressor, he babied you 24/7.

so imagine how happy he was upon you telling him you were little!

loves calling you pet names, but princess is at the top of the list!! matt loves the way you blush and hide your face when he calls you that!

"where's my little princess, hm?" & you just melt!

his favourite thing to do with you while you're little is colour. sometimes if you're sitting quietly and watching cartoons, he'll ask if you want to draw with him

the fridge is cluttered with your colouring pages (and his!)

he won't stop cuddling you. good luck escaping matt when he's feeling extra cuddly.

"just five more minutes, baby!"

LOVES carrying you around. piggyback rides?? heck yeah! all you gotta do is ask!!

very overprotective while he's in his cg headspace, but you're his little baby, why wouldn't he be?!?!

even if you get right back up after stumbling, he's rushing over to you with bandaids and a concerned look on his face as if you've broken something.

"MY BABY! ARE YOU INJURED??"

you just giggle at how silly he is.

constantly buying you stuffies/dollies. will literally die if you come over to him, sleepy and rubbing your eyes asking to cuddle while holding one of your toys.

so so patient, always willing to fully listen to you, even while you're babbling, deep as ever in little space.

"oh really, princess? i didn't know that!" he says while you babble nonsense. which is so silly to you, because in your head you're talking about how pretty he is!

not really big on punishments, though you don't really act out.

the most he'll do is put you in time out for five minutes, but the moment he turns and sees you in the corner, pouting and trying to not cry, matt is rushing over to you with hugs and kisses.

"how could i be so cruel to my babygirl??!" while you try and give him the meanest look your little mind could create.

on the topic of titles, sometimes it's daddy, and sometimes it's just

"MATTIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

he loves you so so much :(

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taeraemisu · 9 months

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delusional ; matthew zb1

synopsis ; in which reader is desperately holding onto the very thin thread of wanting to meet their childhood friend again even though they have lost all contact with each other

genre ; childhood friends to lovers, reader did not give up hope woah, a sprinkle of a cafe au, fluff !!

pairings ; matthew x reader, taerae being reader’s good friend

word count ; 1.5k words

“am i being delusional?”

“yes, one hundred percent.”

you and taerae were closing up the cafe you both work at, ten minutes till closing. just like any other night or waking moment, you were complaining to your dear friend taerae about a certain guy you could never forget.

“but hear me out-“

taerae puts his hands up, stopping you from speaking any further. “let’s look at this logically. you last saw him when you were 10, we are currently 21. the chances of him being here, right at this moment, is very slim.”

you groaned at the dimpled-boy. he was not wrong, but could he blame you? there wasn’t one moment where you have ever forgotten about his existence. and how could you? no one could forget the seok matthew if they ever meet him. he was someone who would be stuck in your head forever, a certain boy you will see passing by on the street and you can’t seem to ever forget him despite knowing nothing about him. that’s the kind of guy seok matthew was.

“okay, okay but just hear me out!” you said as you sweep the empty cafe. “maybe, and just maybe, he’s an exchange student right now and is currently here!”

taerae rolled his eyes, looking at you with the ‘really’ eyes. “think about what you just said, as slowly as you can, and what’s the probability of that.” he was washing the cups as he talks to you, so prepared to shoot down your delusions once more. “out of all the ideas you have mentioned to me, how many times has it been true? and how many times have i been right?”

you groaned. you hate how he was always right. there was once you were so convinced matthew would walk past you on the street right at that moment. did it happen? no. or the time how you and taerae were having dinner at a local restaurant and you were so convinced he was working there as a part-timer, about to serve the both of you your food. but did it happen? no.

maybe that’s why the both of you got along so well. one was delusional while the other is logical and shoots down the other’s delusions.

“just you wait, he is going to walk through those doors at this moment and order a drink,” you flashed a grin at your friend. taerae shakes his head, wiping the cups and putting them away now. he glanced at the clock. “i hope not, we are closing in a few minutes-“

the bell rings, making the both of you snap your head to the door. a foxy looking guy walks in, smiling sheepishly at the both of you. “it’s probably really late but is it okay if i could order one drink to go?”

the both of you stared at the guy in shock. taerae glanced at you, bewildered. you were right?! he could not believe this. the seok matthew was standing in front of the both of you. he had seen matthew’s photos so many times before, having you to thank, and he was so disappointed he recognised the guy instantly,

you, on the other hand, could not believe your eyes. seok matthew, the guy you have always wanted to meet again, was standing in front of you, right at this moment.

“if you guys are closed i could go-“

“no!” you said, a bit too loud. “i mean, we could make one more drink. you can stay as long as you like, we were both planning to stay to study anyways.” words jump around your head, trying to form proper sentences. could you even speak?

taerae looks at you, looking at you as if he is saying is-studying-really-the-best-you-could-think-of.

“yeah, we could make one more drink. what would you like?” taerae took over, while matthew walks over to the counter, leaving you standing in your spot while you stare at him. you remembered him, but does he remember you?

“does ice americano work?”

“of course!” you say a little too quickly before you behind the counter to prepare his drink. “name, sir?”

taerae rolls his eyes. you definitely knew more than just his name. “i mean, aren’t i the only person here?” matthew chuckles.

“procedures we have to follow,” you gave a soft smile while you prepare his drink. he returns a smile, eyeing you. “matthew, seok matthew.” you made his drink and gave it to him. you were trying to make it as slowly as you could cause when would you ever see him again?

“thanks!” matthew took a sip of the drink. “oh, wow, i might actually come here more often.”

“please do,” you said a little too quickly again before you realised you were staring at him. you could not think straight around him.

“so matthew, do you go to any schools nearby or did you just happen to be here?” taerae took over once more, looking at you with the you-owe-me look before looking back at matthew.

“i am actually! i go to zerose university nearby! i’m the new exchange from canada! what about the both of you?”

you stared at him in shock, you were right again!

“no way? we both go there too! maybe we will be seeing you around more often,” taerae grins before you both bid a goodbye to matthew who leaves the cafe. you just stare at taerae in shock. “who’s the right one now?”

weeks and a little over a month have past since you first met matthew again, and he started to appear at the cafe you work at a lot. he would be there before you even start your shift and leave till closing. you never had the courage to talk to him though, even though you recognised him. what if he doesn’t even remember you?

“here’s your matcha latte,” you smiled at him as you serve his drink, looking at how all his papers and books were spread all over the table. “how’s the assignments, woohyun?” you asked, finally making small conversation and not relying on taerae to do most of the talking. “honestly professor kim gives the easiest-“

“how do you know my name?”

you stopped talking and looked at him. “you told me your name? matthew?”

he was now eyeing you. “not that one, my korean name. woohyun.”

you paused, instantly going red. how is it the one time you talk to him you messed up? he doesn’t even remember you so now he probably thinks that you are a stalker. “i … oh look! customers, i have to go!” you speedwalked away, leaving matthew in his seat while you turn red all over. how could you mess everything up?

after serving customers, you stayed in the break room, not daring to go out. taerae and your other co-workers took care of the rest of the shift while you panic. i can’t lose him again.

once again, you and taerae were responsible for closing. when you finally get out of the break room, matthew was still there in his seat, in a deep sleep. you were so embarrassed you could not even look at him. “taerae, what am i going to do?” you whispered to your friend. “i can’t face him anymore.”

taerae grins at you. “you should wake him up, everything is already cleaned up and we can’t just leave him here.”

“cant you do it?”

he shakes his head, nudging you towards matthew. you sighed and consciously walked up to him, shaking him softly to wake him. how could he still be gorgeous while sleeping?

“matthew-“

he woke up instantly, flinching in his seat. “i’m so sorry!” you apologised, playing around with your fingers. “it’s closing time and we have to close—“ you turned back to look at taerae who was long gone, no where to be seen in the cafe. oh this bitch. “—actually, i have to close. so sorry for waking you up.” you bit the inside of your cheek and thought about what happened earlier. “and for earlier, i swear i’m not a stalker i just-“

matthew cuts you off, giving you a hug. “i know you yn. so sorry i did not recognise you sooner. you did look familiar i just didn’t want to assume.” he pulls away and cleans his things up. “if it weren’t for taerae or your woohyun incident, it might have taken longer for me to remember you.”

you tilted your head. taerae?

“oh, you didn’t know? after you called me woohyun and disappeared off, taerae explained how you recognised me and how we knew each other since we were kids,” matthew chuckles. “he heavily emphasised how you are not a stalker.”

you grinned, oh you owed your friend so much. “he did one thing right,” you mumbled. matthew grins at you and pulls his bag over his shoulder. “which was a very good thing because …” his voice trails off. “i have been wanting to ask you on a date.”

you widen your eyes. “a date?”

“you can say no! no pressure or anything just-“

you cut his words off, giving him a peck on his cheek. “i would like that, actually.”

you have so much to thank taerae for.

#boys planet #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #zb1 oneshots #zb1 matthew #seok matthew #seok matthew x reader #matthew x reader #seok woohyun #woohyun #taeraemisu

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sunshyni · 9 days

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FRAT BOY – SEOK MATTHEW

notas: queria começar dizendo que foi um sufoco escrever isso aqui KKKKKKKK Porque eu queria muito escrever, mas 'tava sem tempo e eu ODEIO escrever picotado, tipo 200 palavras hoje, 100 amanhã, isso me dá nos nervos porque sou ansiosa KKKKKKKK

esse cenário apareceu na minha cabeça por causa da @lucuslavigne, muito obrigada por constatar que Matthew + “Whisky à go-go” é uma combinação perfeita 🙏🙏 Não sei se atendi às suas expectativas, mas espero que você curta pelo menos um tiquinho 🙏

gênero: br!au (acho que sou péssima escrevendo br!au, mas eu tento KKKKKKK), fluffy

boa leitura, docinhos!!! 🐚

— Você salvou todo mundo com aquele seu resumo foda da matéria daquele professor insuportável — Matthew disse quando Gunwook finalmente liberou o lugar do meio do sofá e tornou possível que o Seok se aproximasse de você, que ainda não tinha proferido palavra alguma nos momentos em que vocês ficavam a sós, que tinham sido alguns considerando que o grupo de amigos de vocês dois estavam tentando com afinco uni-los — Quer beber alguma coisa? O Hanbin deve ter comprado bebida pra um apocalipse zumbi.

Você parou de mexer nas suas pulseiras de miçangas para anuir brevemente com a cabeça, com um acanhamento que geralmente não estava acostumada a direcionar para ninguém, no entanto estávamos falando de Seok Matthew, o maioral da faculdade e quem todos conheciam, levando em conta de que ele era filho dos melhores professores da instituição. Em algum momento que você não sabia pontuar com exatidão, os seus grupos sociais haviam se mesclado e agora vocês estavam aqui, numa casa alugada no litoral com a distância de uma rua até a praia.

Matthew certamente ignorou você já saber o caminho até a cozinha da casa, porque ele capturou sua mão num momento de devaneio e te conduziu até o cômodo sem olhar nos seus olhos, entretanto era possível vislumbrar o sorriso contido.

— Posso te perguntar uma coisa? — Ele perguntou quando vocês adentraram no espaço e interromperam a pegação de dois amigos que não demoraram muito para deixar o lugar apenas para vocês, porque é claro eles faziam parte daquele plano engenhoso de torná-los um casal.

— Vai em frente — Você o encorajou se encostando no balcão da pia enquanto Matthew escolhia ingredientes para um drinque, antes de te perguntar sobre o que tanto o afligia, ele equilibrou as garrafas de rum, coca e um limão nas duas mãos, numa clara menção a cuba libre e você assentiu mais uma vez.

— Por que você é tão monossilábica comigo? Todo mundo da faculdade diz que você é tão falante — Ele finalmente questionou depois dessa dúvida o perturbar há bastante tempo, você abriu a boca para responder mas estava ocupada demais vendo-o combinar os itens da bebida com maestria — Por acaso, 'cê me acha um babaca?

— O que? Não! Não é isso, não! — Você abanou as mãos feito uma maluca, fechando os olhos frustrada com a impressão que estava o presenteando, a verdade é que você adorava falar, odiava o silêncio excessivo e achava mais uma dádiva do que um incômodo apresentações de seminários e debates, gostava de responder e encontrar argumentos para questões complexas, no entanto estudo algum te preparou para aquela questão do Seok.

— É que... Eu não acho que eu seja facilmente intimidada mas... — Você aceitou o copo que ele te ofereceu e sofreu um pouco do seu conteúdo, seu coração errando uma batida quando Matthew pousou uma mão no balcão, perto da sua cintura, e o espaço entre vocês dois se tornou mínimo — E você também tem essa vibe de garoto de fraternidade.

Matthew franziu o cenho, sem entender muito bem sobre o que você estava falando, mas sorriu com gentileza mesmo assim.

— Tá, — Ele roubou sua bebida por alguns instantes, apenas para bebericar feito você minutos antes e colocou o copo sobre a mesma mesa que ele o preparou novamente, dessa vez ele colocou as duas mãos no balcão, ao redor de você, te impedindo de fugir, não que você estivesse reclamando — Me explica o que isso significa.

— Ah, um garoto de fraternidade é um cara que tá em toda festa, que fica com várias pessoas numa única noite, um mulherengo nato — Matthew desviou o olhar do seu e riu, não de você, mas sim da forma como ele foi idealizado, logo ele que às vezes procrastinava para alguma prova e virava a noite com o efeito de alguns enérgicos no seu organismo, para aprender a matéria de um bimestre inteiro. Você corou um bocado, gostando do som da risada dele e sorriu tímida.

— Sinto em desmistificar isso mas faz muito tempo que eu não beijo alguém, e essa é a primeira festa que eu apareço depois de meses enfurnado em casa lendo livros do peso da minha cabeça — Realmente o curso de direito exigia bastante dos alunos, ainda mais no caso do Seok que sonhava em ser promotor. Ele tocou no seu queixo suavemente, fazendo com que você movesse a cabeça na direção favorável a Matthew e seus olhares seguissem a mesma linha, agora depois de conversar com ele um tantinho, ele não parecia mais tão inacessível, pelo contrário, com o passar do tempo Matthew parecia ainda mais bonito, gentil e insuportavelmente irresistível.

— Quer dançar? — Ele questionou de repente e você nem teve tempo para decidir já que ele pegou sua mão uma segunda vez, vocês passaram pela cortina de contas que separava a cozinha da sala espaçosa, o pessoal estrategicamente afastou toda a mobília do cômodo e por Matthew aparentemente ser fissurado pelo Johnny Rivers, músicas do cantor preenchiam o ambiente como se vocês estivessem em outra década, de fato vocês dois pareciam ter saído de um filme antigo, você vestindo um shortinho jeans e uma blusa curta e ele numa camisa de linho levinha, dançando com você da forma mais ridícula e vergonha existente, porém fofa, extremamente fofa. Obviamente seus amigos jamais perderiam a chance de fazê-los dançar juntinhos um do outro, foi por isso que pouco tempo depois de vocês inaugurarem a “pista de dança” improvisada, uma música lenta se iniciou, fazendo com que Matthew colasse o corpo no seu como se estivessem no ritmo de uma lambada, embora nenhum de vocês soubesse muito bem como dançar esse estilo musical.

Matthew te fez rodopiar, te abraçou e elogiou o seu sorriso ao pé da orelha, vocês não conversavam, apenas sentiam a música e sorriam toda vez que encontravam o olhar um do outro feito duas pessoas loucamente apaixonadas.

— Tá afim de dar um pulo na praia? — Ele sussurrou baixinho, afrouxando o aperto do braço em torno da sua cintura, fazendo com que vocês se separassem um bocado para se encararem.

— Agora? À noite?

— Tá com medinho do bicho papão, é?

Você respondeu a provocação dele com um elevar de sobrancelhas e Matthew te devolveu com um mostrar de língua, tudo nele parecia adorável, as bochechas vermelhas devido a toda aquela dança em união ao calor excessivo, os olhos que eram puro charme, os quais você descobrira recentemente que era extremamente confortável de se sustentar o olhar.

— Quem chegar por último é a mulher do padre! — Matthew saiu correndo tão logo terminou a frase, esbarrando num Hanbin confuso no caminho, você o seguiu, gritando que aquilo era injustiça, no entanto em algum momento o Seok de repente parou, antes de vocês atravessarem a rua direto para o calçadão, ele entrelaçou os dedos nos seus em silêncio e depois vocês voltaram a correr, dessa vez num ritmo similar, passaram por alguns quiosques ainda abertos com música ao vivo e finalmente alcançaram a areia fofinha, as ondas quebrando sem descansar e molhando os pés de ambos.

Ele nem teve a decência de soltar sua mão para jogar água na sua direção e molhar um bocado seu short.

— Ah, então é assim? Você não tem amor a vida não? — Você questionou numa ameaça evidente, no entanto um sorriso residia tanto nos seus lábios quanto nos lábios de Matthew quando vocês soltaram as mãos e ele recuou os passos mesmo de frente para você.

— Pode vir. Eu aguento — O sorriso completo estampado no rosto dele gritava sapequice, e então feito uma criança agitada Matthew correu para longe de você, que riu desacreditada com o comportamento do Seok mas o seguiu mesmo assim, fingindo uma queda de repente, somente para tê-lo aos seus pés, pressionando seu tornozelo e buscando por alguma fratura, o cenho franzido de preocupação.

Você afastou a mecha de cabelo que cobria seu rosto, impossibilitando a visualização da sua expressão e riu baixinho, Matthew suspirou e sorriu também tocando seu rosto, acariciando a bochecha gentilmente com o polegar, espalhando algumas partículas de areia no processo, mas nada daquilo te incomodava.

— Isso foi cruel, você sabe — Ele se aproximou devagarinho, a mão que não estava na sua bochecha, vagava na sua coxa e fazia seu corpo inteiro se esquentar e se agitar em expectativa — Será que você vai gostar disso mesmo eu estando meio enferrujado?

Embebida pelo perfume doce dele e por aquele olhar amendoado que estava te fazendo delirar, você pronunciou num tom de voz baixo e suave:

— Só faz isso, por favor — Matthew sorriu pelo que pareceu a vigésima vez naquela noite e realizou o seu pedido com excelência, unindo os lábios nos seus e te beijando com lentidão necessária, se pondo por cima de você, as pernas lado a lado do seu corpo enquanto te inclinava aos poucos em direção a areia, ambas as mãos envolvendo suas bochechas quentes e segurando seu rosto como se ele fosse de porcelana.

— Definitivamente você é um garoto de fraternidade — Você constatou em voz alta após terminarem o beijo com selinhos apaixonados — Nenhum cara normal sabe beijar assim sem ter no mínimo beijado umas 200 vezes.

— Então... Se eu te beijar mais umas 200 vezes, isso vai ficar ainda melhor? — Ele questionou brincalhão enquanto você brincava com um dos botões da camisa dele.

— Será? — Você devolveu a pergunta com um ar inocente e sonhador tal qual uma menina de 15 anos.

Matthew riu, distribuindo milhares e milhares de beijinhos sob os seus lábios, fazendo você sorrir e se contorcer um bocado com as mãos dele que faziam cócegas na sua cintura.

— Você me convenceu. Eu posso ser o seu frat boy particular.

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junnieverse · 9 months

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RAINY DAY ➳ SEOK MATTHEW

➙ synopsis: after your plans get cancelled due to bad weather, you found this to be the perfect opportunity to stay in and relax at home. your best friend matthew unexpectedly visiting just made it even better.

pairing: seok matthew x afab!reader

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 3.0k

warnings: not proofread, light cussing, mentions/making food, bestfriend!matthew

a/n: oh just matthew and y/n making me wish I had what they do

Staring out the window from your apartment you let out a sigh as the rain ran down the glass.

"Well, there go my plans," you whisper to yourself as you watch pedestrians squirm around the street trying to seek shelter from the rain.

Letting out a laugh you can't help but note how ironic this all seemed.

You were a homeboy so if anything, plans being cancelled was one of your favourite things, but the one time you actually looked forward to going out to spend time out with friends, the weather was not in your favour.

As disappointing as this all was, you still wanted to make the most of this rainy day in.

Letting out a huff in defeat, you managed to change into some comfortable clothes.

Grabbing an oversized black hoodie from your closet, which you had 'borrowed' from your best friend, paired with some grey sweatpants to finish off your little look.

Mindlessly walking around your apartment in your slippers you throw yourself on your couch landing with a 'plop' as you scroll through your social media to keep yourself occupied for the time being.

Coming across a video of someone baking muffins you decide this would be a great time to get back into baking and treat yourself to some chocolate chip muffins too.

You made your way to the kitchen as you got all the necessary ingredients to make your dessert.

Quickly getting started, you easily breeze through the process of making the batter and adding it into the tray skillfully remembering the special recipe your grandmother taught you as a child.

Feeling proud of the progress you made and double checking the batter, you slip the tray into the pre-heated oven to let the muffins get to work.

The door bell suddenly chimes as your ears perk up at the sound of it leaving you wondering at who it could be considering you weren't expecting any visitors.

Going over to the sink, you rinsed your hands and proceeded to wipe them with a cloth making sure they were all clean clean sticky-free.

Taking of the apron you had been wearing while baking, you hung it in on your kitchen wall hanger and made your way to the door.

Silently checking the peep hole for safety reasons, a large smile soon graced your face at the appearance of the familiar face behind the door.

"MATTHEW!" you excitedly greet your best friend who in turn gave you the biggest smile.

"(Y/N)!" Matthew says happy to see you.

Opening the door a bit more, you step to the side letting Matthew step inside and make sure to close the door behind you.

You soon wrapped your arms around Matthew engulfing him in a bone crushing bear hug which he gladly reciprocated being able to clearly tell you were happy to see him.

No doubt so was he, you were one of his favourite people after all.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting family?" you ask him curiously as you pull away from the hug.

You soon make your way into the kitchen making sure to check on the muffins in the oven that were still baking and decided to start cleaning up the mess that you'd made while preparing the muffins.

Taking off his sneakers, Matthew puts on his slippers he kept here and followed me into the kitchen as he leaned on the counter watching me clean up.

"Didn't you get my text?" He asked sounding rather confused as he dipped his finger in the left over muffin batter humming in approval to the taste.

"My phone was on mute," you respond.

Grabbing your phone that lied on the counter you turn on the screen and there, in fact, Matthew has left you a message.

"Oh-" I say nodding.

"I wont be visiting my family today because of the weather so we decided to reschedule. I'll be coming over to see my favourite friend." He says repeating the text he sent you verbally as he brightly smiled.

"Matthew- I'm your only friend." you playfully remark holding in your laughter but burst out dying when you saw how quickly his smile faltered at your words.

"Haha, very funny." He retorts back sarcastically but laughing softly too.

"Want anything to drink? I've got muffins baking in the oven." you tell him diverting the conversation to something else.

"Hot chocolate would be great. Wait, is that my hoodie-" he asks pointing at you as he looks at you in shock.

"Huh-" you pause your movements like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're a thief! This entire time I thought I'd lost it, you literally said you hadn't seen it!" he says as his tone starts getting sulky as he felt betrayed by you.

"Well you see the thing is..." you slowly started off by saying before you crept to the door and ran away to your bedroom hiding in your closet.

Matthew's steps were heard coming as your bedroom door busted open, peeking through the closet door you wondered whether or not he'd manage to find you.

"Come out I'm not gonna take the hoodie from you." Matthew says looking around the room as you remained silent.

"(Y/n)..."

He let out a sigh as he took one last look at my closet, having already found where I'd been in hiding but choosing to not come to me directly, "Guess I'll just leave and take my warm cuddles with me."

"Damn Matthew gives the best cuddles and this is the perfect weather!" you think to yourself cursing at his tempting offer

"No wait- don't leave!"

You exclaim as you jump out the closet.

Matthew smiles victoriously as you roll your eyes.

"In all honesty... I slipped and suddenly I was wearing it. I'm keeping it though. Not my fault your clothes are comfortable," you say avoiding eye contact with him as you mumble the last part.

"You don't have to give it back, you look cute in it so keep it." He says confidently before ruffling your hair leaving you a flustered mess.

He then slung his arm over your shoulder and proceeded to place a kiss on the side of your head which in turn you playfully rubbed off gently hitting his chest.

"Dude I told you to stop doing that!" you yell throwing daggers at him with your eyes.

"What, I'm just showing my best friend some love," he teases rubbing the area on his chest you had hit.

He then started provoking you making pouty duck lips at you with smooching sounds.

"I swear, Seok Woohyun, I'm gonna kick your ass right now!" you playfully threaten him.

"Oh not the government name coming out!" he continued teasing.

Just as you were about to kick him, he successfully dodged your kick and ran out the room laughing as you ran after him into the kitchen.

Grabbing the wooden spoon, Matthew soon raised his hands up as he admitted to surrendering and you smiled at your own victory.

"Well you couldn’t possibly attack me (y/n)," he says flashing his infamous eye smile.

He knew it was one of your weaknesses and you ended up giving in placing the spoon down on the counter as you rolled your eyes at how weak hearted you were when it came to your best friend.

Matthew then playfully proceeded to create a heart shape with his arms over his head and you simply ignored his antics.

Remembering the muffins thay were baking, you got your oven mitts on and checked the muffins which were finally ready.

Taking them out the oven, you placed them on your kitchen island leaving them to cool off.

"You should get started on the hot cocoa while I go look for movies we can watch." You suggest and he nods making his way to your cupboards to grab two mugs.

Leaving the kitchen, you make your way to your living room turning on your tv as you scroll through your Netflix looking for something you could watch with Matthew.

Matthew soon came into the room with two mugs in his hands and gave one to you which you were quick to thank him for as you gently blew at the hot drink that had mini marshmallows inside.

"I'll be right back." you announce placing your drink down on your coffee table.

As Matthew got comfortable on the couch under the blankets he'd brought from your room, you went back to the kitchen placing a few muffins on a plate so you and Matthew could enjoy them while watching your movie.

You made your way out the kitchen and placed the plate on the coffee table beside your mug and sat beside Matthew on the couch as he pulled you closer wrapping you in the blanket to keep warm.

Getting comfortable, you enjoyed your warm beverage as you leaned your head on Matthew's shoulder who quietly ate his muffin completely focused on the film.

The rain continued tapping against the windows as the sky grew darker as night time was coming in.

Matthew could be annoying but because he was cute you let him off the hook most time.

Who needs a boyfriend when you have your male best friend to shower you with the affection and company you need on a rainy day.

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hannie-dul-set · 4 months

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STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE [2].

SYNOPSIS. the saying “never meet your idols” exists for a reason. you just didn’t expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that you’re their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and it’s not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.

PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst if you squint, reverse harem woohoo. WARNINGS. swearing, multiple instances where personal space is invaded HAHAHHA, the boys are very dramatic please understand their yearning hearts. WORD COUNT. 4.5k.

NOTE. woohoo! next chapter to this shitshow! some parts may be a bit confusing and vague....sometimes ominous....but all will be known in due time HAHAHHA (may be tempted to give a spoiler or two if u ask). hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think of this chapter and the story so far!

MASTERLIST | NEXT >

CHAPTER 2 — these meet-cutes aren’t cute at all.

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO READ LIPS. But you don’t need to know how to get the idea that Taehyun is shooting an insult at you right now. His face says it all. “I said you look like hell,” he repeats after you’ve removed your headphones, the music still leaking out even after you’ve settled it down the cemented table.

“Taehyun’s right,” Gaeul pipes in, and Woohyun seconds it. “You look like crap. What did you do last night?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you grunt, melting into the table. The sound of Yeong-Il’s Second Life is still just barely playing in the background thanks to your loud as fuck headphones volume. “We finished our exams. Of course I stayed up until six in the morning watching dramas.”

Three disappointed stares and one of full respect. “Dude, you’re crazy,” says Huening. “What did you watch? Night Has Come? My Demon? You should’ve invited me. I feel betrayed.”

“Both,” you reply, but you don’t seem all too happy after consuming over twenty episodes worth of dopamine. You’re frowning. You slam a fist down the table and let out a groan. “But they don’t fill the Choi Soobin shaped hole in my heart— fuck! Why isn’t he getting employed? Why hasn’t he been posting on his Insta? It’s been six months since his last drama. I miss him already.”

Huening’s attempts to console you consist of a few pats on your back. Gaeul’s attempt is a lot more effective. “Didn’t you win a slot to Choi Yeonjun’s fansign this weekend? Aren’t you coming?” You spring up with a gasp. “Girl, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“I did! I fucking forgot because I have a deadline on the same fucking day, fuck! I want to die. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Are you still going?” asks Woohyun.

“Of course she is! Deadlines come ten times a week, but the chance to meet Choi Yeonjin comes one in a million!” Gaeul exclaims, then grabs you by the shoulders with a very serious look on her face, as if she wasn’t just disappointed that you sacrificed sleep just to watch a bunch of dramas. “Tell him I’m in love with him. No, wait, I need to tell him that in person. Tell him to wait for me. I’ll get in next time for sure.”

You whine out something that sounds like an agreement. “I haven’t prepared an outfit yet. This is so depressing. Gaeul, help me.”

Taehyun, who doesn’t share any of your unhealthy fixations, still hasn’t crawled out from his state of disappointed concern. “Just make sure you don’t miss your Saturday deadline,” he says. You roll your eyes in response.

“This is me you’re talking to. I may not seem like it, but I have my shit together. You don’t have to worry.”

They hate to admit it, but it’s true.

Your friends have always wondered how you managed to balance your hellish course load, your evening shifts at The Grind, and your hobby of fangirling over pretty and good looking men. The only reason you were able to binge two dramas until daylight is because you’ve finished all your midterm requirements before taking your exams, and you’ll definitely be able to attend the fansign because you’ll somehow finish a thirty-page paper in one day, in between classes and your work shifts.

They’re quite convinced you’re insane. The lifeless look in your eyes as you flit through your flashcards to review for a recitation later is a testament to that insanity.

But sometimes, a little spark of life manages to slip through.

Like right now, as you check a notification in your phone in the middle of reviewing.

“Shit, fuck, shit— oh my god. Yeong-Il dropped an interview, fuck, hold on—”

“Whoa, really?’ Woohyun digs his nose next to you. You guys have a graded recitation in thirty minutes, and you’re walking to the classroom with a blank face zeroed in at your phone screen in landscape instead of the flashcards you have now tossed away into your bag, paying no mind to your surroundings to the point that Gael and Huening have to make sure you’re still walking in the right direction.

Taehyun isn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned. They can’t even tell you off because they know you’ll somehow find the answers to Prof Yang’s questions anyway.

APPARENTLY, THERE’S A CAR ACCIDENT OUT FRONT. On top of having a tiring day of rehearsals and the interview with Beomgyu exposing his delusions on the internet being dropped earlier (they didn’t edit it out, those rats), Yeong-Il isn’t having a good day, so it’s to no one’s surprise the the tension inside their van on the way back to their dorms is rather palpable.

Beomgyu, however, doesn’t feel said tension. Or maybe he just doesn’t care because he’s closing his eyes, ready to nap while all the rest of the vehicles surrounding theirs are honking their horns, and while Jeongin and Jimin are monitoring the interview on a phone. The part where Beomgyu talks about his alleged first love comes up. “Beomgyu,” Heeseung groans, covering his ears with a neck pillow. “Did you really have to say all that?”

“Ahh, quit nagging. No one’s even taking it seriously,” he grumbles, arms crossed and turning over his body to face the window instead of his bandmates.

“Yeah, people are just raving about how romantic Beomgyu is,” says Jimin.

“And making edits of him and Heeseung,” adds Jeongin. “They’re mistaking your stressed-out glances at Beomgyu as signs of unrequited love—”

Heeseung shoves a hand against Jeongin’s face to shut him up. “Still. You should be more careful of what you say in front of the camera, Gyu.”

“Nyenye. You should be more careful of what you say in front of the camera, Gyu.”

They’re friendly as usual. Heeseung can’t put in the last word because Beomgyu has completely transformed into a sleeping position— yet he can’t seem to sleep and rest despite being absolutely fucked out and tired. He lets out a groan, squirming in the car seat. “Ugh.” The car still isn’t moving. The road is still a mess. All he wants is to rest as soon as possible, and he can’t even have that. All he wants is to see you again as soon as possible, and he’s starting to feel like he can’t have that as well.

Beomgyu gives up. He begrudgingly opens his eyes and looks at the state of the traffic out the window. It’s getting dark. Streetlights are being lit up one after the other, and he watches people moving faster than the frozen cars, like the road and the sidewalk are on two separate spaces of time.

A thought enters his head. What are the chances that you’ll be one of the people walking along the sidewalk right now?

“They’re making way for an ambulance.”

It’s a fruitlessly hopeful thought, he knows. It’s a silly possibility to entertain. But still. He can’t help but examine each of the faces passing by in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, his wish from four-hundred years ago will finally fucking come true.

“Damn, when are we getting home?”

Right when Beomgyu gives up hoping and tries to fall back asleep again, he spots a familiar face walking down the sidewalk. Wait a minute—

“Man, this sucks.”

He jolts up, There’s no way. There’s no way Beomgyu wouldn’t recognize that expression— stone-cold, looking as if the very thing in front of you is a worthless bug waiting to be stepped on, warding away any possible attempts of anyone bothering you. There are no knives in your hands, but a phone and a paper bag. You’re not adorned in the blue, red, white, and gold like he’s used to, but a large coat draped over your shoulders.

Still. Even if your face is covered by a mask, or if you’ve inhabited the body of a completely different person.

“Beomgyu, wanna play are round when we get—”

There’s no way Beomgyu wouldn’t recognize you.

Looks like the chances are high after all.

“Beomgyu?!”

The van door slides open. Beomgyu feels the cold air hitting his face as he rushes in between the gaps of the traffic-saddled cars and the spaces in between. He hears Heeseung and Jeongin and Jimin calling after him but he doesn’t give a shit. Not now. Not when he’s sure he finally has you within reach, closing in the gap between you before you can disappear into a corner. Not when all he has to do is stretch out his hand, breath caught in his throat and heart racing, and pull you by the arm so you can turn around and look at him.

And you do.

Your phone crashes to the ground, and you’re looking at him like you want to punch him in the face. Beomgyu’s heart skips a beat.

“What the hell?!”

“It’s you.”

Beomgyu watches your brows knit together, your mouth falling into a sneer. It’s like looking into a time machine. Holy shit.

“It’s really you.”

That look of annoyance. There’s no denying it. Night has fallen. The only thing illuminating your face is a single streetlight hanging above, but he’d be stupid to mistake you for anyone else. The arm that shakes his hold off is yours. The eyes that are glaring at him— sharp as knives— are yours, yours, and yours alone and he can get lost in them for hours on end. “The fuck? Do I know—”

Your name falls from his lips for the first time in centuries. It’s always been blurry, always at the tip of his tongue the moment his memories from four-hundred years ago came crashing back to him like a storm. But now, it comes off naturally the moment he sees you. It rolls off his tongue like it’s the only thing he was ever meant to sing.

He says your name once more. Your eyes widen in alarm.

“Are you a stalker?”

“I love you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I love you,” he repeats, breathless. “My biggest regret was failing to tell you how much I loved when I still had the chance.”

“What the fuck? What are you—”

Beomgyu reaches out for your hands, tugging you closer. Your skin burns him. Warm. Alive. “Now that I’ve been given that chance, I’m not letting go of you anymore.” He pauses, practicing the words inside his head before saying, “Let’s get married.”

“What?!”

“I love you. I missed you. Let’s get married right now.”

You don’t say anything. You’re silent. Beomgyu feels his stomach wrench and drop and hurt all the way to his chest and lungs because why—

Why are you looking at him like that?

“I’m going to call the fucking cops.” Once again, you shove him off, pulling your hands back and pressing them close to your chest. “There’s a crazy fucking bastard on the— shit! My phone! The screen is cracked, gosh! I haven’t even finished paying for it, for fuck’s sake, you have to— ex—excuse me, are you crying? Are you actually crying? What the hell?”

Beomgu’s vision is cloudy and his cheeks are wet. He knows you’ve always been spunky. You’ve always had an attitude and you two didn’t start off on the right foot, either. But why are you acting like you don’t know him? Like he’s some sort of fucking stranger?

“Hey, I should be the one crying right now! You broke my phone! What is wrong with—”

“There you are!”

Suddenly, he doesn’t see you anymore. Heeseung’s voice comes crashing in and he gets shoved aside, eyes stinging and mind still in a daze. “I’m so, so sorry for my friend over here. We can’t pay for the damages right away, but please take this. Again, we’re so sorry! Hope you have a great night, still!”

No. He can’t let you slip away again. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms like all the countless times he hasn’t. “Dude, what are you doing?!” Heeseung yanks him back before he can run after you down the sidewalk. “Quit being weird. Why the hell are you crying?”

Beomgyu is having a hard time understanding. He’s not sure if he can’t, or if he simply doesn’t want to believe this— but your eyes don’t lie. He can tell if you’re annoyed by him just by looking at you. He can tell if you’re angry, regretful, elated, or drunk from the onslaught of his affections, so this time— he can clearly tell as well.

He can tell just from the look in your eyes that you don’t remember him.

That all those years of waiting for you was all for naught.

SOOBIN KNOWS THAT HE SHOULDN’T BE HERE RIGHT NOW. He knows that he’s supposed to be on a diet, and he knows that he has a photo shoot for a magazine this weekend. He even got rid of his stash of instant ramyeon because of that, deleted all those delivery apps because this’ll be his first schedule after a few months of taking a break.

But he is here, at one in the morning, in between the isles of the 7-Eleven nearest to his apartment building, because cravings sometimes trump rationality, and god he sure is craving for a cup of noodles. Or two. Two sounds good. And since he’s already here, might as well put a pack of milk bread in his basket. A can of Sprite too. Manager Lee is gonna kill him, but at least he’ll die full and satisfied.

“Hey, hold the door open for me.”

“Don’t you have hands?”

“Nice! They have empty seats outside. Waiting here. Buy me some donuts.”

Ah, shit. Soobin pulls his hood over his head and readjusts his mask. Sounds like a group coming in. He should pay later once the store’s emptier— meaning, he has no choice but to browse for more snacks to add to his basket. Totally not because he wants to, no.

“Why’d you bring your laptop all the way here? You can continue working in Woohyung’s apartment.”

“Yeah, girl. There’s still a lot of time before the deadline.”

Soobin doesn’t want to eavesdrop, but the voices are talking pretty loudly. He’s dropping a few packets of yakgwa cookies into his basket while listening to a group of college students mourning about their courses. Good thing he chose not to pursue tertiary education.

“I need to finish this as soon as possible if I want to attend the fucking fansign. Crap, I should’ve switched majors when I had the chance.”

He abruptly stops snack surfing. Wait. Pause. Hold on.

“Should’ve done that before junior year.”

“I know. Shut up. Get me a popsicle, please. Chocolate. Thank you.”

That voice—

“They ran out. Only strawberry or melon. Pick one”

“That’s fucking balls.”

“You’re so eloquent.”

“Suck my fucking dick.”

Okay. Nevermind. It’s kinda weird to hear a voice that sounds eerily similar to the love of his life’s saying so much obscenities. You only spoke pretty words to him before, so maybe he’s just tripping. There’s no way you’d swear so much, so he continues browsing the snack aisle. Maybe he just misses you so much that he’s starting to mistake a similarly sounding voice as yours and subconsciously letting his hopes up.

“Hyun, by the way. I forgot to mention. I met a Choi Beomgyu lookalike last night on the way home from work. It was fucking wild.”

Then again, he thinks, arm paused hovering above a bag of chips. People didn’t really say suck my fucking dick in Joseon era.

Soobin stops filling his basket and starts moving out of the aisle, following the sound of your voice.

“I almost fell in love on the spot, but the guy wasn’t right in the head, I think.” Closer. You’re starting to sound closer. “He knew my name. He kept acting like he knew me and asked me to fucking marry him? I even dropped my phone because he scared the shit out of me. I don’t know, it was wild.”

Where? Where are you?

“Dude, really? No way.”

“I’m serious! I’m telling you—”

Where the hell are you?

“I even got a card from his friend when he dragged the Beomgyu clone away. I have it here, take a loo— wait. Wait. Isn’t BH the agency that manages Yeong-Il? Am I wrong— oh, sorry!”

There you are.

There’s a stain on his hoodie. Bright pink. It matches the popsicle you’re holding, the varsity jacket you’re wearing, and the color painting his cheeks because you’re right in front of him. You’re actually right in front of him right now— face flushed with panic, eyes rapidly blinking. “Are—are you Choi Soobin?” someone says. Not you. You’re still profusely apologizing while trying to wipe away the stain with your jacket sleeve.

“That’s ridiculous, Huening. Go get me some tissues! I’m so, so sorry, oh gosh. I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You’re here. It’s actually you. His heart is racing. He can’t fucking breathe. He’s not sure if he should cry, scream, or all of the above.

But there’s something different. There’s something wrong.

“I can tell Choi Soobin from a picture of his ear! I’m telling you it’s him!” Your attention is pulled away by your companion tugging on your arm. “You’re Choi Soobin, right?! Jipuragi? Figured Obscurity?”

“Dude, you’re making him uncomfortable! Why in the world would Choi Soobin be—”

Soobin pulls down his mask, tugging on its fabric. When you turn back to look at him, your popsicle drops to the ground and you let out a gasp.

Your eyes are shining. You’re beaming. You do recognize him. You do know him.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m such a big fan.”

Just not in the way he was hoping for.

“Y—yeah. Would you like a picture?”

You let out a squeal. So does your friend. This isn’t how Soobin expected his reunion with you to go about. This is wrong. He had it all planned in his head like a screenplay, and all that was left was to execute it without fail.

The moment he sees you, he was supposed to spin you around and hear your laughter fluttering in the air. He was supposed to hold you in his arms and give you the first kiss he’d been saving in this life because he’s been waiting for you all this time, yearning for years and years to give you the life he wasn’t able to in the past. To make up for everything you missed because in this life— there’s no class system to keep you apart. There’s nothing stopping him from loving you out in the open.

He didn’t expect to give you his autograph and take a fan selca with you after years of waiting.

This is so wrong. This is so freaking wrong.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” who he assumes is your friend says, and you’re smiling so, so brightly while looking at the photo of you and him that everything he wishes to say and profess and confess just lodges in his throat, blocking everything in its path.

“Thank you! Don’t worry, we won’t post this anywhere,” you say. Soobin holds back the inhuman urge to tell you why settle for a photo, when you can have him instead?

“S—sure. Anytime.”

“Ah, we should probably give you some privacy now. Huening, stop gawking! Anyway, fighting! We’re looking forward to your upcoming dramas!”

Just like that, you leave. You walk out of the store and join the rest of your friends outside, and he sees you showing off the signature he left on your receipt from the window, when he could give you so much more than that, when you could show off that you already own his entire heart. This...this really isn’t how he wanted to reunite with you. And the underlying reason for it something he doesn’t want to entertain.

“YEONJUN, YOU’RE UP IN TEN,” says a staff member. It’s the last week of promotions, and Yeonjun is getting his hair and makeup retouched one last time before he’s set to go uponstage to open the fansign. His manager tells him not to do anything stupid, or scandalous, or all of the above onstage— an almost everyday reminder that Yeonjun, more often than not, isn’t interested in listening to.

“Noona, you should trust me more,” he reacts, a slight whine in his tone. Manager Kim’s expression is nothing but dubious.

“At the very least warn me before you do something insane so I can prepare.”

“Will do,” Yeonjun grins, and his manager waves him off. Screams erupt the moment he emerges from behind the stage curtains, and everything else just comes naturally for Choi Yeonjun— not needing to second guess when he blows a kiss mid-performance, stirs the crowd with a comment or two, and making sure that all eyes are on him, almost as if he was born on every stage he steps foot on.

And to think he started this career without any desire for stardom.

Now, there’s nothing he desires more than blinding lights and the visceral sounds of cheers.

“A—ah, hello!”

Well. There is one thing.

“Crap, I—I’m so nervous I don’t think I can breathe.”

“Oh no,” replies Yeonjun to the fan sitting before him, marker in hand as he flips open the tabbed page on the nth album splayed out on the table. “Should I give you CPR to help you start breathing again?”

The girl lets out something sort of a squeal. He grins out a laugh and asks for her name and if she’s eaten anything yet.

“Thank you! Oh— oh, wait, one more thing—”

“Next!”

It’s a fast paced rotation. It always is. But Yeonjun uses the split second before the next person carousels in front of him to make a quick scan across the people lining up, across the people waiting in the audience seats, clinging onto the sliver of probability that this may finally be the day where his years of yearning for the ghost of past can finally end— well overdue for god knows how long already.

He reuses and rehashes the same lines, same dialogue, and same greetings for the next person, and the next person, and the next and the next and the next. It’s just one face after another. Not that he’s bored, or unappreciative of the fans that spent their time (and truckloads of money) to see him. But it’s human to feel a sense of disappointment when the face he wants to see doesn't turn up after the fifth, tenth, seventh, hundredth, thousand, nth face, fansign after a fansign.

“Next.”

His wrist is getting sore, back is getting tired, but Yeonjun readies himself for another round of mindless chat, missing the opportunity to do his routine scans when he closes his eyes to roll back his shoulders.

“Oh.”

Yeonjun hears the voice in front of him say. It’s a singular syllable, not even a word, but it’s enough to snap him wide awake.

“Oh my gosh,” you say again. Yeonjun doesn’t feel his fingertips. “You’re even prettier up close, whoa, this is crazy.”

He’s frozen. The usual ments and words and lines that usually flow naturally off his tongue don’t come. His brain is empty. The ink from his marker seeps into the album page underneath his numb hands. He hears his manager say something, but his manager’s voice is so far away— so, so, so far away, but the face he;s been yearning for in his memories is now, all of a sudden and without warning, within an arm’s reach, right before his eyes.

The marker stumbles out of his grasp. If Yeonjun reaches an arm out right now—

“U—uh.”

—he’d be able to touch your face.

“O—oh, holy shit, okay so we’re doing this now.”

And he is. The very feeling of your soft skin, unchanged from the feeling stored in the capsules of his memories, burns stronger than the adrenaline he feels when he’s onstage under the spotlight.

It’s real. You’re real.

You’re right in front of him right now.

“Choi Yeonjun, what the hell are you doing?!”

The hiss of his manager from behind is ignored when he suddenly springs up from behind the table, and you let out a yelp when he drags you up along with him. He’s holding both of your hands, thumbs brushing over the ridges of your knuckles before pulling them closer to his chest. There’s whispering in the background, along with the snaps and flashes of the numerous cameras littered everywhere in the venue.

“Yeonjun.”

He pays no mind to them. Instead he brings up your hands to his face and presses a kiss onto your knuckles.

There’s a scream and gasp and a yell coming from somewhere.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

But all he’s focused on is the swirls in your widened eyes, dizzy and taken aback, voiceless with your mouth hanging open. Yeonjun furrows his brows. “Why don’t you look happy to see me, my love?” You hack out a hard cough and Yeonjun drops your hands in surprise. “What’s— what’s wrong?” he stammers, leaning forward and closing into your face while you turn away from him, digging more unease into his bones because this...this doesn’t seem right.

“Sh—shit, I think I need to sit down, oh my god,” he hears you say, and it hits him. Yes. You were never good at expressing your affection. Yes, yes. Perhaps you’re just overtaken by a surge of emotions, that your appearance looks like that of constipated confusion of trepidation as a result of being overwhelmed by the fact that you’re so in love with him and that you’re happy to see him again.

Yes. That must be it. You’re both sat back down, and he scribbles something on your now ink-stained album. “Next.” And when you’re just about to bow and leave, he says your name— one that he thought he’s forgotten— and you freeze.

“Why do you look so surprised?” he laughs. “There’s no need to be shy. Should I kiss you again to ease your— ack!”

“Next! Next person!”

Suddenly, you’re being scurried away. “No, wait!” he yells out, but the moment he tries to get up again, he’s jerked right back.

His manager is holding the back of his collar, and you’re disappearing into the crowd. Was…was Manager Kim always this strong? He can’t even budge, can’t even run after you after he’d finally been reunited with you again.

“Choi Yeonjun, that’s enough!”

He blinks, remembering belatedly just where he is right now.

There’s still a line of people waiting for him. Yeonjun drops back to his seat, his manager losing her grip on his shirt, and he brings himself back after a round of inhales and exhales. It’s alright, he thinks to himself. It’s gonna work out. “Sorry about that,” he hums, smiling at a now different face sitting in front of him. “What did you tell me your name was?”

You’ve been separated from him yet again, but this time it’s fine. He’s not anxious. He’s certain that it won’t take centuries for you to return to each other, no— it won’t be long until then because this time, he’s not dead.

You’re both still alive at this point in time.

And that enough assures him that he’s going to find his way back to you.

“Next!”

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haesunflower · 1 year

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what zb1 calls their s/o (and what you call them)

genre: fluff

pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members of zerobaseone

about/tags: nicknames/petnames i think zb1 would use on a significant other and vise versa

suggestive for jiwoong only (afab), in gunwook there's the use of the word 'girlfriend', this is short lol, just brain rot, literally not requested i just think it's cute

⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀

100% babe

can see him saying it at the start and end of every sentence

"babe, have you eaten yet?" or "we're running late let's go babe"

you also call him babe

one time you called him oppa because you thought he'd like it

oh he liked liked it

so you only use that on ~ special occasions ~

his phone contact for you: babe (photo is him squishing your cheeks)

your phone contact for him: babe (photo is one of the thirst traps he sends you...lol)

⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀

baobei

if you don't know what this means, it's basically the chinese equivalent of baby / aegi / babe / jagi (in a romantic way)

he definitely called you that a lot when you first started dating

eventually you were like btw hao what does that mean -_-

and he just laughs and explains it to you because he's wondering why you didn't ask sooner

you think it's so cute

you call him baobei back

the nickname has evolved to haobei (as in hao)

his phone contact for you: baobei (photo is you sleeping)

your phone contact for him: haobei (photo is him holding a little steamed bun next to his face)

⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀

his favorite one to use on you is "love"

like "let me get that for you, love"

but when you first started dating he used everything

cutie, baby, sunshine, precious, darling (you name it, he's tried it)

but "love" really stuck

you call him a lot of those nicknames too

but your favorite is his response to being called handsome

whenever you say "hi, handsome" he blushes like mad crazy

100% of the time he responds with "you look beautiful today, love"

now you're blushing

his phone contact for you: y/n my love (photo is the prettiest picture of you)

your phone contact for him: my heart (photo is the prettiest picture of him)

btw you guys took each others' photos

⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀

you called each other bae ironically (you know...as a joke), then you both kinda just got used to it

literally "bae wya? wyd today?" typa texts

sometimes he'd use babe but that's so rare

most of the time he really just calls you by your name

if your name is more than 2 syllables, he calls you by whatever the first syllable is

similarly, you call him matt because saying "matthew" is too long

some members also started calling him matt because of you

when you're mad at him and start yelling matthew he goes

"who's matthew, this is woohyun" (in korean)

his phone contact for you: bae (photo is an ugly face of yours)

your phone contact for him: matt ☀︎♡ (photo is also an ugly face of his)

⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀

darling, 100% he calls you darling

sometimes he calls you angel

in a singsongy voice you're often calling him "taerae -yaaaa"

he thinks it's soooo cute, he gets all bubbly when you call him that

but other than that you don't really have a set nickname for him and you change it up to keep him guessing

one day you're like "hello to my stars, moon, and sky!!"

other days you're like "hi sweetie i missed you!"

but you're also "what's up loser what are we eating for dinner today"

like i said, you keep him guessing

his phone contact for you: darling angel baby (photo is a candid he took of you laughing)

when you saw the contact name for the first time you made fun of him

but he literally made this face 😏 when he remembered what yours was

the said phone contact: husband (photo is him in pajamas you bought him)

⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀

he calls you baby

he thinks it's so smooth

"hey baby"

lowkey you melt every time

but you rarely use nicknames on him

when you do it's because you need him to do something for you

"hi loml"

"what do you want? -_- "

"can we do this tiktok together? •ᴗ• hehe"

you usually just call him baby as well when you wanna get his attention

his phone contact for you: baby (photo is you pouting)

your phone contact for him: boss baby (photo is him bleaching his hair blonde in your bathroom)

⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀

you call each other cutie!!

"hi cutie, are you free today?"

you often get into "fights" where you argue who the cutest person on the planet is

when you're around other people tho you both get so shy

and then you revert back to your government names 🫡

you overhead him call you "his everything" once to gunwook and yujin

yujin would not stop laughing while gunwook was just like awww

his phone contact for you: #1 cutie (photo is the selfie you sent him for goodluck)

your phone contact for him: favorite cutie (photo is him mid bite into his burger)

⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀

gunwook 100% has a thing with possession

he's always saying stuff like "you're mine!"

and you're always like "yes baby boy, i'm yours"

it doesn't even matter if you're older or younger

you WILL be calling him baby boy because he likes it

he's so proud of you too when he tells stories to his friends he starts with "y/n, MY girlfriend"

and everyone responds with "yes gunwook, we know who your girlfriend is"

his phone contact for you: mine 😈❤️ (photo is the both of you holding hands)

your phone contact for him: my gunwookie (you guys have matching photos)

⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀

he calls you noona

joke, he doesn't

you're the same age he just says it as a joke because he knows it annoys you

you really just call each other by your names 😎

ain't nothing wrong with that

when you wanna be cute tho you guys add "ah" and "iee" at the end

"hi yujinie can we watch a movie today?" or "y/n ah let's go to the park today"

his phone contact for you: y/n ❤️ (photo is mirror selfie with the both of you in school uniforms)

your phone contact for him: yujin ❤️ (photo is the same but selfie version)

A/N: brain.rot.

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keiwook · 9 months

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ZB1 ON THEIR FIRST DATE

pairing zb1 x gn!reader

genre fluff, comedy

notes hellloooo, i’m back with an update 💥 thank you for requesting anon ! i hope you enjoy 💗

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— zhang hao

he looks calm

you’d assume everything is fine but in reality: everything is in-fact not fine

he may be really hecking smart, can play the violin flawlessly, can sing and dance, and also look too good to be true

but on the inside, he’s a hot mess 💥

he’d forget your name because he’s really nervous

that’s already bad, right?

well, he proceeds to ASK you what your name is even if you’ve been a friend of his since like forever

he might spill something

laughs too loudly at your joke and makes everyone stare at you two 😃

“i’m so sorry that people are staring at me, i guess i’m too good-looking. don’t worry, i only have eyes for you.”

— sung hanbin

has it all planned out

he stayed up weeks prior to make this perfect

if it doesn’t go the way he expected to be; he might cry 🥲

of course some oopsies happened and he almost gets a heart attack but it’s okay

like when yujin accidentally stole the outfit he prepared for the date and he had to wear something else

he makes sure that jiwoong and hao are incharge because they are older

but actually, he made gunwook incharge 🫡

cuz he thinks gunwook is more responsible and he doesn’t trust the older two enough to take care of the team

the date goes perfectly as expected but now hanbin is dreading to what he’s gonna come home to

“well, i have to go now! my kids are gonna burn down the dorms if i’m not there before curfew.”

— seok matthew

i think he’s pretty confident

maybe a little nervous at first but eventually warms up and gets too cozy

“hi, i’m your woohyun-oppa.” he introduces himself as he lends out his hand to shake yours 👋

might’ve told you that he’s 6ft but like atleast he didn’t catfish you !!

the date goes pretty well until he starts bringing up his ‘story’

he’s a pretty straightforward guy so…

you gotta be careful cause he will start asking the most unhinged questions ever 😦

“i like your glasses, what material are they?” “..what?” “you don’t know what material they are??”

— shen ricky

he has a reputation and a dignity to keep

so he rented out the most expensive restaurant in town just for you two 🤩

it was literally just you two and 7 different waiters

he intimidated you for the first half of the date but then you find out he loves strawberries and his nickname is ‘lovelicky’ and you start to question if he’s being fr

awkwardly flirty

like he winks here and there and then proceeds to get so shy afterwards 🤭

he looks so classy and chic but he really is just squishy inside

after a while, he finally breaks his chic character

“do you perhaps wanna get ice cream after this?”

— park gunwook

he’s shy but he won’t show it at all

so so so so so so so polite ‼️

pulls out the chair for you, gets you flowers; gentleman frfr

if you compliment him, it’s over.

“you look more handsome than usual..” oh, he’s gone..

starts stuttering ALOT, it’s like you just knocked over all his confidence

literally cannot look at you anymore

he be looking everywhere except you

“oh, yeah! my day was really good!” he replies and his eyes are going ⬆️⬇️➡️⬅️↙️↖️↗️

— kim taerae

though i think taerae is super sweet and lovey dovey

he rolls up to the picnic date with his bright red sweatpants

…and his guitar… 🎸

“let me sing you a song.” he says for the nth time already and all you can do is listen along

gets super into the song and gets sentimental

might cry at the end of the song, who knows?

he suddenly turns the whole date to a busking performance

“this one’s for you!” as he sings man in love for the 5th time now while staring into your eyes intensely 🤗

“now all these people know my love for you.”

— kim gyuvin

he’s super shy super shy-

i’m not kidding though, he really is super shy.. 😦

tries to pop a joke here and there but you don’t laugh cause he sounds so serious

awkward 90% of the time

“so, do you have a pet? oh, you have a cat? i have an eumppappa!”

once he gets to talk abt eumppappa, there’s no stopping him

he tells you the life story of eumppappa, the hardships, the accomplishments and the failures 🥲

when he arrives back to the dorms and the members ask how the date went he’d reply with

“they said eumppappa was ugly so i told them that they are even ug-”

— kim jiwoong

mentally, he’s nervous but he doesn’t show it at all

he’s staring at you with those eyes iykwim 👀

he stares at you sm that it gets a little creepy

other people around you get jealous cuz like duh, a really good-looking man is intensely looking at you??

awkward flirting and pickuplines

“i love your blue orbs..” “they’re brown??”

he’s sweet tho, he listens to you talk about yourself so attentively

his laugh and giggles melt your heart fr, you didn’t know he had such a cute side behind his cool exterior

overall, let’s say you had a good time minus the weird flirting and staring 😃

“so when’s our second date?”

— han yujin

he’s not necessarily nervous

why? because his hyung is there to help him, of course!

how? by making him wear earpods and telling him what to do 👍

“yujin, tell them that ‘you are looking beautiful tonight’.” gyuvin suggests

yujin looks to the side before whispering back “are you sure?”

gyuvin responds with a small ‘yes’ before standing up to get a full view of yujin

yujin hesitates before speaking up “i am looking beautiful tonight.”

gyuvin mentally facepalms himself as he sits back down 😟

eventually the ‘date’ leaves because they think yujin is weird

“is this why you’re lonely, gyuvin?” “oh, shut up.”

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bp-zb1fics · 11 months

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Because it’s your birthday~

pairing: matthew x reader

pronouns: none used

genre: canonverse, fluff, suggestive themes

tw/tags: waking up together, kisses, making out, pet names, bday requests, marking, implied intimate acts, scandalised hyung line, lowkey pda, yujin is an innocent child, embarassment, yall know what matthew asked for lmao

wc: 785

summary: matthew wants one thing for his birthday. you indulge him, much to the horror of, well, everyone else.

a/n short fic for our one and only woohyun-oppa's bday! not my best work but i hope y'all enjoy! also abt 30 mins left before bday live~

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Strong arms wake you up, tugging towards a warm solid body. You shift a little, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. Both of you sigh, basking in each other before he speaks up.

“Babe.”

“Mmmm?”

You hum, nuzzling at him like a particularly affectionate cat.

“It’s my birthday.”

Yes it is. Which is why Matthew is over at yours, both of you planning to go back to the dorms later to celebrate with the rest of the boys before he has to do a birthday live.

“I know.”

After having your own little “celebration” the night before, you did ask your boyfriend what he wanted for his birthday. And even though he told you without hesitating, you needed to hear it from him again.

“You promised you would-”

You cut him off, tilting your head up to kiss him softly before rolling over until you were lying on your stomach on top of him. He’s so cute in the morning, mussed up hair and sleepy eyes but a promise is a promise. And it is his birthday.

“Happy birthday oppa.”

He looks so pleased, smiling in a way that you can’t resist squishing his cheeks and kissing him again. Hands slide down your back and grip at your waist as he surges forward and deepens the kiss, only relenting once you’re breathless and panting and very aware of how you’re pressed against each other.

With ease, he flips you both over so that your back’s flat against the mattress, him hovering over you. He’s leaning down to press kisses to your neck, mouthing greedily at your skin as you let out little gasps. Several times you feel his teeth, your back arching towards him as he sucks a mark into your shoulder that will most probably bruise.

Pausing for a bit to pull his shirt over his head, you’re greeted by the very pleasant site of his muscular biceps and abs. Even though you’ve been together for quite some time, you can’t help but feel a little light-headed every time you see them like this.

You run your hands along his sides appreciatively. He shivers a little, hips lowering to meet yours, both of you hissing at the contact.

“Matt.” You call weakly, only for him to pull back, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Ah, ah babe, that’s not my name today.”

You barely stifle a giggle before you stare at him through your lashes coyly and say it.

“Oppa.”

“Yes babe?”

“Please.”

Safe to say, Matthew spends most of your morning making sure you’re calling his (preferred) name.

__________________________________________

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”

You try not to smile as the members greet Matthew at the doorway. You’ve managed to, after your “morning activities” drag yourselves to the shower, pick up the takeaway you ordered in advance and make it to the dorms by lunch time. Your boyfriend is promptly assaulted by loud singing, several hugs and pats on the back and a decently decorated cake that you hoped they baked properly. Food poisoning would not be a great gift for any day.

Jiwoong and Hanbin are helping you and Matthew lay the food out on the table while Hao’s wrangling the younger ones. Absent-mindedly, you ask.

“Matt, where do you keep your serving spoons?”

When you don’t get an answer, you look up only to see him staring back at you expectantly.

You raise an eyebrow and throw a glance at the members. Really? In front of them.

It’s my birthday. He mouths, having the audacity to pout just a little. You tamp down the urge to sigh and summon a little aegyo, feeling sorry for those in the immediate splash zone.

“Oppa, can you bring the serving spoons?” Both Jiwoong and Hanbin freeze. Matthew smiles, answering you cutely.

“Sure babe.” And he’s off to fetch them. Hanbin’s about to catch flies with how much his mouth has dropped open and Jiwoong’s eyes are so big they’re about to pop out of his head.

“Don’t ask.” You hiss under your breath, looking Hanbin in the eye. “He’s your best friend.” Jiwoong’s managed to mediate his expression back to placid serenity, the actor he is.

You think that’s the end of it but later, when you’re reaching for one of the side dishes, Yujin makes a noise of concern and asks if you’re alright. Suddenly everyone’s staring at the bruise peeking ouIt from where the neckline of your shirt shifted. You want to die. Several of the members pointedly avoid eye contact. The younger ones look confused. And your boyfriend? Matthew’s expression is too smug for his own good.

It’s a good thing it’s his birthday. You’ll get him for that tomorrow instead.

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jebewonmorelike · 1 year

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[ anon 💎 ] so when is that band member matthew x reader fic gonna come out *curling my toes and ripping my hair off* kara i've been re-reading all your fics the whole day bc i'm so bored 💔 I AM OBSESSED WITH THE GUMMY WORMS FIC OF JUNHYEON.. i claim that fic AND no one else's.

okay so… definitely not today i’m so sorry 😭 my best friend is in town and we need to spill every last drop of tea that’s happened in our lives for the past four months together so. that will take awhile 💀

i have made some good progress on it tho— honestly this matty boy is much closer to woohyun. and needless to say… he’s 🥵 and so mean!!! and we know how i feel about mean!zb1 🥵🥵

so expect a super secret spicy ending to this one for sure. i can’t not write one. it would be an injustice!!

i’m gonna work ok it after i eat dinner until i go to my friend’s house tonight… i’ve been playing videos on youtube that are like “deep hyperfocus lofi beats” and they give you breaks in between each 25 min work period and WOW that helps. i also am a sucker for lofi girl AND lofi boy for more relaxed writing. but the hyperfocus stuff really helps 😭

OMG gummy worms junhyeon 😍 omg notice that this is ALSO a mean!boysplanettrainee fic… i have a real problem. 💀 i’m so glad you love gummy worms junhyeon, writing it felt like a fever dream why were binnie and wookie stuffing their mouths with gummy worms we will never KNOW 💕💎💞

also i finally started tagging anon posts my bad fr i didn’t know that was common practice

#bpml💎

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im BEGGINGGGG for some domestic fluff with matthew. i feel there hasn’t been enough authors on here appreciating him on here!! 💗💗

true love - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: you and matthew spend a day off together in your apartment

genre: pure fluff with the smallest hint of suggestiveness lol

word count: 981 words

warnings: food and hint of suggestiveness (kissing/making out) but lmk if there's more :) maybe some word errors sorry!!

a/n: hi anon ty for requesting <3 i honestly agree bc i barely see matthew posts on there and he deserves way more!!

this is probably the most suggestive thing i've ever written (ik im breaking my own rules) so expect more woohyun than matthew

also this is written with the idea that you and matthew have been together for a long time and finally live together! so enjoy bc i'm hella delulu for him LMAO

"love?" you faintly heard matthew say. you groaned as you woke up from your sleep. just as your eyes slightly opened, they shut right away as the sun rays hit them.

"hmm?" you mumbled, trying to go back to dreamland. he softly shook you while also wrapping his arms around your body.

"it's almost ten and we haven't gotten out of bed yet." he informed you. wait ten? you rose up from your comfortable position to see your boyfriend matthew laying next to you with a bright smile on his face.

he ran his hand through your hair, "wait it's ten already?" you asked. from looking outside your wide window, you already noticed people walking down the street as well as cars zooming by. but neither of you had work today so this was simply a day to relax.

"yup and we need to get up. i let you sleep for longer today but it's already going to be ten o'clock. plus, i want to eat your pancakes."

you playfully rolled your eyes at the last part of his sentence, "fine."

matthew giggled, "and good morning to you too."

"but you make them better." he grinned then somehow got even closer to you than he was just a second ago.

with that he pressed his lips against yours. you rested your hand on his chest as he put his on your cheek. his chaste kisses melted you as you kissed back.

he continued as he ran his hands around your body along with you running yours on his abs (who else died). matthew turned his head to the left to change his position.

you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders but as just things were about to get heated he pulled away but not without kissing you once more.

"i love you." he stated, pressing his forehead against yours. you chuckled then kissed his nose.

"i love you too."

you finally got out of bed and went to prep yourself in the morning by washing your face and brushing your teeth, as well as doing some basic skincare to get your skin glowing.

"love?" you heard behind you, turning around you saw matthew right behind you. "i'm going to shower now."

"okay i'll make the pancakes." you grinned only for matthew to pout.

"that wasn't the answer i was hoping for." but nonetheless, he hopped into the shower which left you then alone in the kitchen.

the pancake mix began to sizzle on the pan as you poured the liquid onto it. mornings like this were always the best.

matthew was the one who asked if you wanted to live together and you obviously said yes to it. a year had already passed since you two began living together and it's safe to say that you've been more happier than ever being able to wake up next to the love of your life.

but you two had been dating for what felt like a decade. you met in university and it was love at first sight. matthew was persistent on getting your number and always found a way to get you to talk with him, and luckily it worked!

since then you haven't looked back which led you to where you are now. matthew moved out of the zerobaseone dorm to live with you which had the members jokingly ridiculing him for being in love. but they were also close with you as you visited the dorms plenty of times before.

midst in your train of thoughts, you felt a pair of hands from behind wrap themselves around you.

"that smells amazing." he said.

"you always say that." you replied, matthew went to open the curtains in the living room giving more light for the apartment.

"because it's true." he popped himself down on the couch to turn on the tv and play the k-drama you two recently left on.

with the pancakes finally done, you plated them and poured syrup on them along with a few blueberries sitting at the top. though you preferred sitting at the dining table, you followed your boyfriend and went to go sit on the couch with him.

you handed him his plate to which he smiled and kissed you on the forehead, "thank you love."

your cheeks began heating up as you managed to reply, "your welcome."

each time you heard him say 'love', you felt yourself turn numb. that word definitely had an effect on you and matthew knew it since he keeps using it to get a reaction from you.

as you dug into the food, you sat there while cuddling each other, tuning into the drama playing. so far there wasn't much tension between the two actors but he insisted this was a good drama since taerae recommended it to him.

"so any plans for today?" you asked. he shrugged but moved his head to rest on your shoulder.

"hmm, i'm thinking of going on a walk, if you want."

"that sounds good." you nodded.

"but most of all i just want to spend time with you today. y'know we finally got a day off like you had been wanting."

he wasn't wrong, you were waiting for a day where matthew can just rest at home and spend time with you. it was rare that he got days like this since he was almost always stuck at the wakeone building.

"and i'm glad."

"me too love."

thereafter, you sat in the peaceful silence watching tv. even though he would return to his busy idol life tomorrow, you wanted time to stop and to sit with matthew all day.

you didn't take being with matthew for granted and were so thankful you agreed to living with him. nothing is better than this. maybe soon you could spend the rest of your life with him but the present was already perfect.

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zb1 x reader #seok matthew #seok matthew imagine #seok matthew x reader #seok matthew fluff #seok matthew imagines #zb1 imagines

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nqctar · 4 months

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★ snoring troubles

pairings: cg! seok matthew x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply. brief (non-sexual) usage of "daddy."

석매튜 / cg!seok matthew x female!little reader ✿

dni: you sexualize age regression.

word count: 681

summary: your cg, matthew, unknowingly prevents you from sleeping.

"this cannot be happening." you think to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. normally, you would've fallen asleep with ease, letting your dreams take over for the night as your imagination soared.

though tonight, any chance of getting sleep was basically out of the window. beside you slept matthew, deep as ever in his slumber and unluckily for you, snoring absurdly loud.

you tossed and turned, picking your pillow up and hitting him with it a few times in hopes of getting him to stop. any attempt was futile, because he continued to snore beside you as if there wasn't a very tired little next to him.

"mattie?" you tried, to no avail.

"mattie, you gotta stop snoring!" you whisper-yelled. even though you were becoming frustrated, you kept his rule about inside voices in mind. though, did a situation like this call for inside voices? you couldn't tell. not wanting to potentially make him mad, you refrained from screaming directly in his ear.

even though that was really really tempting.

suddenly, a thought popped into your head. you'd woken matt up this way before, all it took was a whisper of the title you call him when you're feeling extra little. as if he were some sort of sleeper agent, he'd wake up immediately if you called him this.

so, you tried.

"daddy?" you said, hoping he'd jump to your attention.

still, absolutely nothing. he continued his lawn mower like snoring next to you. growing angry, you hit him with your pillow three more times before deciding to move to the living room.

"meanie." you mumbled through your paci.

you grabbed your dollie and blanket, quietly trudging to the sofa. none of this was fair to you, mattie was the one snoring, therefore he should be banished to the sofa!

huffing as you tried to make yourself comfortable, turning on cartoons was your only chance at having something to lull you to sleep. when matt wasn't snoring, he sometimes sang you to sleep.

snoring does NOT count as singing.

finally, you were dozing off into dreamland. even though you would've preferred to be cuddled up next to mattie instead of having to just cuddle your dollie, it was better than suffering through more comically loud snoring.

and then, someone cleared their throat behind you.

just as you were about to fall asleep.

this made your blood boil.

turning to look at matthew, he stood with his arms crossed and an unamused look on his face.

"why are you up this late? you're supposed to be in bed right now."

now definitely angry and done with following the rules, you pick up the pillow beside you and throw it at his face.

"YOU WOULDN'T SHUT UP!" you yelled, on the verge of tears now. it was way too late for you to be up while regressed, but this was in no way your fault.

matt's expression softened once he saw how distraught you looked, coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms.

"hey, shh. you're okay. tell mattie what's wrong, hm?"

where would you even begin?

"mattie kept snoring so loud! i tried waking you up so many times.." you sniffled.

matthew stifled a giggle, knowing how upset you were. though to him, the situation was just a teeny tiny bit funny.

"aw princess, i'm so sorry!" he kisses the top of your head, still cradling you in his arms.

"how could i be so inconsiderate to my little baby?" matthew whispers, rocking you side to side.

"mattie is such a meanie..." you trailed off.

whatever he was doing was definitely working, because you felt yourself growing more and more sleepy. at some point, you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

matt carried you back to the bedroom and moved you so that you were cuddled against his chest. quietly, he began singing while tracing circles with his fingertips on your skin.

"i love you so much, pretty girl." he whispers.

this time, there was absolutely no snoring. just the sound of matt's heartbeat as you laid against his chest.

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daebakinc · 2 years

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Winning London

Pairing: Hoya x Reader (G) Prompt: Secret Agent Word Count: 1.2K

~Admin V

You sat with your team in the model U.N. assembly. The moderator was going over today’s plans when suddenly the doors swung open from the back. Two men wearing clown masks holding big water guns marched in the room. They were “kidnapping” delegates from several teams. To get them back safely, each nation had to agree to the terms of the kidnapper’s negotiations, like being rid of nuclear weapons and reducing waste contributing to global warming.

Your group represented England, and your smartest member was taken. So far it had been about 15 minutes, and there was a lot of arguing. The countries who had nuclear weapons didn’t want to give them up and the main contributors of pollution either denied it or claimed the companies which created it were beneficial to the world. Hoya, stood up and asked, “Is there any country willing to give up their weapons?” Another uproar of arguing commenced. Hoya sat back down.

“We’re never gonna get anyone back,” Sungjong grumbled.

“No kidding,” you mumbled.

“It’s ridiculous. It’s no wonder the world is burning.”

“Guys, calm down. I have an idea. What is England famous for?” Dongwoo asked.

Everyone on your team went silent.

Dongwoo smiled. “Spies.”

You and Hoya looked at each other and said in unison, “Bond. James Bond.”

“Exactly,” Dongwoo continued. “So, I think two of us should go on a covert ops mission to rescue the delegates while the rest of us attempt to make negotiations.”

“Sunggyu is gonna be pissed if we don’t sit here and brainstorm with the other teams.” You tapped your pencil on the pad of paper in front of you.

“Well his dumbass got captured, so sucks to suck.” Woohyun tossed a ball of paper at you.

Hoya looked over at you and wiggled his brows at you. “Want to be my partner in crime?”

The other members agreed and spread themselves out to make it look like no one else was missing. You went out into the hall first.

Two minutes later, Hoya joined you. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to change out of the formal attire first and into something more spy-esque.”

“Seriously? Bond always wore suits.”

He pointed at your clothes. “Are you comfortable to move around right now?”

“No.”

“As I was saying . . .”

“Fine.”

You both went to your rooms as planned and agreed to just meet in the hall. You opted for jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Not Hoya. He was in a full black ensemble, black beanie included.

“I don’t recall Bond wearing hats.”

“I was going for more Ethan Hunt.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I think we should go to the kitchen first.”

“Good thinking! I’m starving.”

“No, idiot. We can see if there have been any big orders of food service. They’re keeping the delegates somewhere else in the hotel.”

“Ah, right.”

The kitchen chef spoke to you with no problem, though he eyed Hoya who was staring longingly at a plate of french fries. The chef read off his list of room service orders. The biggest one was 3 pizzas and bottles of cola. That had to be where the delegates were!

You practically pulled Hoya out by his tongue, but then made your way to the correct floor. He insisted on rolling on the floor and edging across the walls while getting closer. He made you lean against the wall at an intersection and then he peaked over quickly. “Damn.”

You peered over. One of the clown-masked “guards” were sitting outside the room with his water gun and a newspaper. “Huh, wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yeah.” Hoya started looking around the hall. You chuckled to yourself about how seriously he was taking his spy-role. He grabbed your hand and ran to the other side to a supply closet then closed the door behind you. He scanned the small space then picked up two spray bottles. “Okay! I’ll attack the guard and you go in to get everyone out!”

You stared at him. “You want to attack the guard with cleaning supplies? We’re not actually spies, Jason Bourne.”

He pouted as he put the bottles back. “I know, but I’m so into this!”

You chuckled and shook your head again. That’s when you had an idea of your own. “Hoya,” you nodded toward the wall. His eyes followed to where you pointed out. Air duct.

He reached up and after a few tugs pulled the grate off the wall. “You want help up?”

He boosted you so you could reach the vent and pull yourself in. Hoya was soon in with you. It then became apparent the neither of you actually knew where to go to get to the room with the other delegates.

“I’ll lead the way,” he announced. He moved to squeeze past you, and his sudden closeness and warmth gave you unexpected butterflies. Instead of continuing to go in front of you he just stopped and looked at you. “You okay?”

Your cheeks felt hot. You just nodded.

A smirk appeared on his face. “You like me.”

“What?”

“You’re blushing. You’re so into me.”

“No, I’m not!” You smacked his shoulder. “We’re in a small space and it’s warm.”

He looked at you in the eyes seriously, smirk still present. He moved his face closer to yours and your eyes widened. “I’m going to kiss you. If you really don’t like me, tell me not to.”

You stared at his lips. You didn’t say anything.

He was smiling now and closed the distance, pressing his lips over yours.

It ended all too quickly. He sat back, smirking even more now. “Knew you liked me.” He started crawling past you, but you reached for the front of his shirt and pulled him back to you. Your lips were parted this time as they pressed into Hoya’s. You sucked his lower lip into your mouth and he whimpered. His fingers weaved into your hair and he breathed you in. You led the kiss and allowed your tongue to slide into his mouth. He moaned again.

It still wasn’t long enough, but if you sat here kissing Hoya, the delegates would never get out. You ended the kiss and smirked this time as you saw a blush on Hoya’s cheeks.

“So, you’re into me, huh?”

He didn’t answer you, but you saw his smile before he crawled in front of you. The two of you crawled for 5 minutes. You came to a grate opening. It was an empty room so you kept moving. Luckily you abruptly heard Sunggyu. Hoya followed his voice and it led you to the correct grate.

“I see them,” Hoya looked back at you. He pushed on the grate until it gave way. “Grab my legs.”

You did as he asked as he lowered the grate to the floor. He whispered loudly to Sunggyu and motioned for him to come to the grate. Sunggyu and the other delegates in the room quickly stopped their eating and game-playing and ran to the grate.

“What are you doing?”

“Rescuing you. Wanna get out of here or what?”

To your surprise, Gyu didn’t even complain that this wasn’t how U.N. worked. He and the others agreed to go back with you.

After getting out of the vents and back into the hall, you all made your way back to the doors of the assembly.

You held your hand out for Hoya’s. “Ready to finish the mission?”

He grinned and took your hand. You both pushed on the doors and marched in proudly with the taken delegates following behind.

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