yk, when u do a fic where there's a fucking reader on it, u can't say that they have a skin color like white or black or fucking blue (unless you're a na'vi), when someone put "her soft and white skin" like wtf?? or vice versa, its so creepy and unrespectful its so easy to just not write that
pairing: legal line of zb1 x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links, a lot of nasty stuff tbh . [LIBRARY]
[001] — although you and jiwoong had been fighting for a few days, what were the results? better than ever. when he fingered you to make up for the argument, what could be better than you caressing his dick?
[002] — hao most certainly did not understand what you meant when you invited him to test a new s.x toy. he did understand what you meant, though, now that you were using it on him.
[003] — you were supposed to spend the weekend to ensure you had had some quality time with your husband but somehow that statement could also mean—some good fucking quality time with your husband hanbin. switching places on the counter with him eating your pussy and then you returning the favor by licking your favourite treat, his cock.
[004] — it was too difficult for you to stay apart from matthew, but the energy was evident when you two were reunited. soft caressing, gentle riding, and quick fucking with tender cuddles are all examples.
[005] — taerae was rather on the gentle side but would you complain when he punishes you for being a brat all day?
[006] — just ricky taking his favourite girl, you, in doggy style after you jokingly said that “his dick isn't enough to satisfy you” guess he'll have to prove himself then.
[007] — when your sweet boyfriend gyuvin took you against the wall after you said that you liked men who did it “rough” all the while knowing that gyuvin had been anything but rough… but guess you changed it for once.
[008] — you were completely opposed to gunwook’s idea at first, but as he demonstrated what it really included, now, you didn't appear to mind it all that much. He teased you by inserting his cock inside your underwear and rubbing it next to your pussy, getting the material so moist that it was nearly translucent and extremely sensitive.
⭑.ᐟ synopsis: you’re lucky to have your hot, smart boyfriend help you study for your calc test but what happens when you can’t focus and the only solution is him. a sweet motivation.
⭑.ᐟ content warnings: established couple, kissing, fingering, begging, edging, softdom! gunwook x needy!reader
⭑.ᐟ wc: 1702
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you’re lying on your bed, half asleep and buried under a mess of calc notes when your phone buzzes.
gunwook: wanna hang out tonight?
you stare at the screen for a second before sighing and typing back.
you: unfortunately i can’t 😭 i need to lock in for math. i have a test on monday 💔
his reply comes fast.
gunwook: wow... choosing calculus over me is crazy. gunwook: i’m actually hurt rn.
you roll your eyes, but you can’t help and smile.
you: don’t be dramatic. i still wanna see you.. maybe we can study together?🥹
the typing bubbles appear right away.
gunwook: yes yes i can help in math 😏 gunwook: i’m kinda a pro, remember?
you snort, remembering how he bragged about acing the class last year.
you: we’ll see. i’m kind of a lost cause.
gunwook: good thing i like a challenge.
you press your lips together, trying not to smile too wide. he always knows exactly what to say.
a minute later, another text pops up.
gunwook: come over tomorrow. i’ll prepare snacks and equations.
you: not sure which one i’ll actually need more 😭
gunwook: both. obviously.
you laugh softly to yourself, tossing your pencil aside. no matter how stressed you are about the test, he always manages to make it feel less heavy.
and even though you told yourself you were gonna focus, you already know you’ll be at his place tomorrow.
the next day, you’re standing outside his house clutching onto your backpack like it’s your emotional support system, already 30 minutes late. god u hated calc. he opens the door before you can even knock twice, wearing that lazy grin that already makes you want to turn around and go home because you know you’re not getting any studying done.
“look who actually showed up,” he teases, leaning against the doorframe.
you roll your eyes. “im desperate but i never said i was dedicated”.
he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. his room smells faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet, the snacks he promised. there’s already a pile of them on his desk: chips, cookies, even some candy. all your favorites.
“see?” he says proudly, gesturing toward the spread. “premium tutoring service. snacks included.” you gave him a hearty smile to show your gratitude. it’s wasn’t long tho until reality hit, you had to study.
you drop your bag onto his chair and flop onto the carpet with a groan. “i hate calculus. like, with my whole soul.”
“yeah, you’ve made that clear,” he says, sitting down beside you and flipping through your notes. “what even is this handwriting? hieroglyphics?”
you swat his arm lightly. “don’t bully me im going through it.”
“i’m not bullying,” he says, grinning. “i’m motivating. there’s a difference.”
you give him a look. “you’re bribing me with snacks.”
“and it’s working,” he says, tossing you a pack of gummies.
you’re sitting cross legged on the floor with your notebook open, but the words and numbers have started to blur. gunwook’s voice is steady beside you patient explaining the same problem for the third time, but all you can think about is how close he’s sitting.
“see? you just take the derivative of this part,” he says, tapping the page lightly. “you don’t even have to overthink it.”
you nod, even though you’re not really listening. the sound of his voice is low and steady, making it hard to focus. you grip your pencil tighter, trying to get your brain back to calculus.
“y/n,” he says after a moment, tone softer now. “you’re not writing anything down.”
you blink, realizing you’ve just been staring at the same equation for a full minute. “sorry,” you mumble, fidgeting with the corner of your paper. “i’m just… tired, i think.”
he tilts his head, watching you carefully. “tired?” he repeats. “or distracted?”
your breath catches a little. “maybe both.”
he leans forward a bit, resting his elbow on his knee, eyes never leaving yours. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head quickly. “nothing, i’m fine. i just—” you cut yourself off when his gaze flickers toward you again, calm and curious.
“you’re not fine,” he says quietly. “you haven’t looked at the paper in five minutes.”
you laugh weakly, just to break the tension than anything. “i’m just bad at math. told you i was a lost cause.”
he smiles faintly, but doesn’t look convinced. “no, this isn’t about math. i can tell.”
you try to look back down, but his voice keeps pulling your attention back. the way he says your name gently makes your pulse stutter.
“hey,” he says again, leaning a little closer. “what’s wrong?”
you swallow hard, eyes darting away. “nothing. i’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice sounds less convincing each time.
he studies you for another second, eyes soft but searching. “then why can’t you look at me?”
the question lingers in the air, quiet and heavy. you grip your pencil tighter, pretending to think, pretending to breathe normally but every second he’s watching you makes it harder to keep pretending at all.
after what you thought felt like an eternity, but realistically was prob 30 seconds. you reach out, your hand cupping his cheek, and pull him into a desperate kiss. his lips are soft and warm. he kisses you back, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. you can feel his heartbeat steady against your chest.
“baby, what’s got you so worked up?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and tempting. his hands are in your hair, tangling in the strands, holding you to him.
you whine softly, your body pressing against his as you rub your thighs together, seeking friction and relief. “stress... i don’t know,” you gasp, your voice breathy and needy. “but i need you. i need you badly.”
he pulls back slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “is that so?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “and what exactly do you need from me?
you whimper, your body aching with need. “you know what i need,” you whisper, your voice filled with longing. “please, i need you.”
he chuckles low with a seductive sound. “only if you answer this next problem correctly,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he pulls out a piece of paper, a math problem written across it.
you look at it, your brow furrowing in concentration. “but... i’m bad at math,” you protest, you whine.
“come on, you can do it,” he encourages, his hands still roaming your body, distracting you. “just focus, baby. you’ve got this.”
you take a deep breath, trying to concentrate, but his touch is making it hard to think. you start to work through the problem, your pencil scratching against the paper. finally, you look up at him with a smile on your face. “done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he takes it, his eyes scanning the solution. a slow smile spreads across his face. “wrong,” he says, his voice a low growl. “try again.”
you whine in protest, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. “i need you.”
he leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek and his fingers tracing the edges of your panties. “you came here to learn, right baby?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes meet yours, dark with desire, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.
you nod desperately, your body pressing against his, seeking more. “yes,” you gasp. “please, i need to learn. i need you.”
he has a smirk plastered on his lips. “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. “let’s try that again, shall we?”
you take a deep breath as you rush to finish the problem before you start to feel the wetness stuck to your panties.“done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he looks at your work mentally scanning to see if u got it right “good job”. you finally earned what you have been begging for.
you straddle him, your body pressing against his, seeking more. he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you tighter against him. but instead of grinding, he pulls back, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider.
“wow, i didn’t know studying could get someone so wet,” he says, his voice a low growl. his fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing.
you whimper, your body aching with need. “touch me,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need you to touch me.”
he smiles, “you’ve been good so far, i guess i need to reward you,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge.
you gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot, circling. you start to move against his hand, chasing the pleasure, but he pulls back, keeping you on the brink.
“please,” you beg again, your body trembling with need. “i can’t take it. i need to come.”
he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “soon, baby,” he promises, his fingers picking up speed, pushing you closer to the edge. “soon.”
you can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling in your belly, and you know you’re close, so close. but just as you’re about to tip over, he pulls back again, leaving you gasping and needy.
“not yet,” he says, his voice a low growl. “i want to hear you beg for it.”
you whimper, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need to come. i need you.”
he smiles, satisfied, “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. as you come undone, he holds you close. he slowly rubs your clit, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure, his lips brushing against your ear. “so needy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection and desire.
“are you ready to learn now?” he asks softly, bringing you into a warm embrace. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
rn all i can think about is gunwook playing with your lovense toy when he’s away for tour..
📬: gunwook x fem reader, implied overstimulation, lovense toy (distance controlled sex toy)
his eyes are hooded as he watches you throw your head back, holding back a whimper as the vibrations become stronger against your pussy.
you bite your lip, subconsciously shutting your legs shut as you buck your hips into the air. gunwook clicks his tongue, calling out your name.
“spread your legs, baby. i need to see what belongs to me.” he says, eyes growing darker as he watches you shakily spread your legs once more. gunwook’s smile is sinister as he plays with the speed of the toy, putting to the lowest setting before setting it to the highest setting possible.
“f-fuck fuck fuck baby, is too much!!” you moan loudly, hands reaching to fondle your tits as you buck your hips, as if trying to get away from the intense pressure.
gunwook tosses his phone onto the bed, adjusting the ipad in front of him before slipping his clothes off.
he must be insane for wanting to watch you moan and cry, begging for mercy to take things slower. gunwook’s cock only grows harder as he watches you trash around, pussy creaming around the toy inside of you.
his cock is hard in his hand, only growing harder and wetter as he pumps his cock, moaning as he watches you cry out, calling out to him.
“you can take it, that’s exactly how i play with you when i’m home.” gunwook mutters, chest heaving heavily as he pumps his cock harder, hips bucking against his hand as he fucks his fist. he reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the fleshlight that he bought. gunwook’s smile is full of lust as he preps the toy, rubbing the walls with lube as if he was prepping your pussy to take his fat cock.
crying out to him, you watch him fuck the toy, sliding in his cockhead as he moans, hips bucking up and down, mimicking your own movements as you moaned your boyfriend’s name.
gunwook moans, “jesus fucking christ, your pussy’s so tight for me baby..” he says before picking up the pace, fucking the toy with a stable pace, eyes still fixated on how you writhed and moaned his name, begging him go let you cum.
his hand reaches for the phone, toying with the vibrator’s pace as you whined, pussy clenching harder around the toy as you succumbed closer and closer towards your orgasm.
“please daddy— need to cum for you!” you gasped out, feeling the vibration intensify inside of you as gunwook moans your name. “cum for me baby, come on. cum for daddy.” gunwook grunts, covering the fleshlight’s walls with his cum, eyes fixated on how your pussy creams around the toy before you scream his name, pulling the toy out of your pussy before squirting all over the sheets.
gunwook only drools as he watches you cum, chest heavy with unstable breaths as you made a mess all over the bed.
eyes fixated on the screen, you whimper as gunwook pulls the fleshlight off of him, watching as his cum flows out of the toy and back onto his cock.
“i love you, did you know that?” gunwook gasps out, feeling spent as the two of you caught your breath. you shake your head with a laugh, “you seriously need to come home, i’m gonna get used to sleeping with my toys sooner or later.” you say as he whines, threatening that he’ll book a flight just to stuff your pussy with his cock.
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your boyfriend clings to you even when you’re asleep
pairing: gunwook x fem!reader || wc: 679 words || cw: established relationship, clingy!gunwook, use of petnames, and that’s pretty much it! || warnings: none! all fluff! || a/n: guys i love gunwook sm he’s so dear to me </3 (also, frozen reference? yeah olaf was damn right)
gunwook is a certified human furnace disguised as the cutest boy alive.
it doesn’t matter that it’s august and you left the window cracked open. it doesn’t matter that you’re sleeping in nothing but panties and the thinnest tank top you own. the second gunwook crawls into bed, he finds you like a heat-seeking missile and attaches himself to your back, one arm slung over your waist, face buried between your shoulder blades, legs tangled so tight you’d need a miracle to escape.
you fall asleep like that every night because he’s warm. and because he smells like the peach body wash he steals from you. and because his breathing is soft against your spine. it’s perfect for exactly two hours.
then the sweating starts.
you wake up at 3:17 a.m. feeling like you’ve been slow-roasting in a gunwook-shaped shell. your back is wet, his chest is wet, there’s a damp spot where his cheek is smushed against your shoulder. his hair is somehow damp too.
you try to wiggle away and he makes the saddest little whine, tightening his grip like a koala who sensed danger.
“gunwook,” you croak, voice scratchy from dehydration, “baby, please, i’m dying.”
“mm… no,” he mumbles into your skin, not even opening his eyes. “just five more minutes and i'll let you go.”
“you said that an hour ago.”
he just nuzzles closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to the back of your neck that you would consider adorable if you weren’t literally melting.
you attempt the stealth escape: slow, incremental movements, sliding one inch at a time toward the edge of the bed. gunwook counters by rolling fully on top of you, cheek squished against your collarbone, both arms locked around your ribs. he weighs approximately a thousand pounds when he’s unconscious.
“gunwoooook,” you wheeze, patting his shoulder weakly. “i’m being cooked. i’m a rotisserie chicken. i’m chicken soup. please get off of me!”
he finally cracks one eye open, hair sticking up in seven different directions, lips pouty. “but you’re so comfy,” he whispers, like that explains everything. “and you smell good.”
“i smell like your personal sauna.”
he giggles, muffled against your chest, then has the audacity to snuggle harder.
you sigh, choosing to follow your fate until 4:28 a.m. when you wake up again, this time face-down with gunwook starfished across your entire back, one leg thrown over yours, mouth open and drooling on your shoulder blade. you’re sweating so much the sheets are damp in a perfect gunwook-shaped silhouette.
this time you elbow him gently. “park gunwook, i love you, but if you don’t let me breathe i will break up with you. right now.”
he makes a heartbroken noise but finally rolls off, flopping dramatically onto his side of the bed. you scramble away so fast you nearly fall off the mattress, gulping down the cold air like you’ve been underwater.
two minutes later a cold hand slides across your stomach. then a cold nose presses to your spine.
“baby,” he whispers, voice tiny and guilty, “i’m cold now.”
you groan into your pillow. “of course you are.”
you let him worm his way back under your arm, but this time you shove a pillow between your bodies like a border wall. he pouts, bottom lip trembling, eyes huge and sad in the dark.
“just… arms only,” you mutter, already softening. “no full-body contact. i need to live.”
he grins like you handed him the moon and wraps his arms around you over the pillow barrier, tangling your legs just enough to satisfy his clingy self, but not enough to boil you alive.
it works for approximately forty-five minutes.
by sunrise you’re awake again, pillow on the floor, gunwook once more plastered to your back like velcro. but he’s smiling in his sleep, whispering your name like it’s his favorite word, and you decide maybe being a little bit sweaty is worth it.
you kiss his knuckles where they rest over your heart and let yourself overheat in peace.
Hiii can u write gunwook x reader. something like size kink reader is smaller, suggestive. Thankssss!!
hii! <3 omfg i'm kinda a sucker for size kink ksaksljkjadklsj dunno if that’s what you were going for tho i made it a little shorter and didn't hold back on spicy stuff. hope it still will be to your liking!! love you, take care ❤️
જ⁀➴ ♡ gunwook with a size kink!
synopsys: gunwook realizes he enjoys being bigger than you a little too much.
notes: whew! i think i got carried away but who wouldn't so... enjoy the food (p*rn)
ఌ︎. it started very innocently. the first thing gunwook noticed when he met you was how small you were. compared to him, you just looked so... tiny. maybe it was the height difference or the difference in build, but he couldn't comprehend the feeling of looming over you when standing close.
ఌ︎. you two quickly became friends — you shared the same friend group in college and happened to have similar interests. you got him wrapped around your finger in no time. you talked during classes, study sessions and free time about everything, be it music, clothes, or sports. gunwook loved how easy it was to be with you — he found pieces of himself in you. you started to actually spend time together outside university, going out to grab coffee, watch a new movie, or sweat a little at the gym. the last thing was your favourite activity. and every time he saw you stuffing your gym set back into your bag after a successful treadmill run, he wondered how the hell you were able to squeeze into those tiny clothes. it looked like they could fit a baby???
ఌ︎. gunwook was slowly spiraling, actually. half a year had passed, and he found himself giving you longing looks, looking for you in crowds, craving your touch 24/7. the boy was head over heels for you! and with every non-official date, it was getting harder and harder for him to stay composed.
ఌ︎. like the one time you two decided to take a break from cramming all day and went to the café to quickly grab some americano. gunwook proposed that he'd go, and you could just stay in the library and watch your belongings. he was back in less than five minutes. a slight blush on his cheeks and panting got seemingly worse the moment he felt your small fingers brush against his as he was trying to hand you your cup. his mind short-circuited for a minute, trying to process the fact that your hand was like half the size of his.
ఌ︎. or the other time when you ended up failing one of your tests and gunwook came to yours to try and cheer you up. he found you curled up on your bed under a pile of blankets and pillows, soft sniffling and hiccups filling the room. his heart broke. he knew this test was important to you, and he saw how hard you were working for it.
"you know you're still smart and that one test doesn't change anything."
he tried his best to give you comfort through words, but no matter what, you seemed to be completely deaf to his support. after some time and endless reasoning, he shot all his rounds and found himself hopeless about how to bring you out of your crying fit. so he decided to use his last resort and climbed onto the bed behind you. caging you in his arms, he pulled you to his chest and started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while at the same time drawing small patterns on your tummy. and as much as he wanted to focus on giving you comfort, he couldn't escape the mind-blowing realization that he could easily envelop you whole. his stomach twisted involuntarily.
ఌ︎. oh, and did i mention — one time you went to the amusement park, and gunwook thought it would be so cute to ride the ferris wheel together and look at the view of the city from up high. and he was so excited that you would really feel bad if you said "no" to him, so despite your fear of heights, you hopped into the small cabin of the ferris wheel. the second the door locked, you attached yourself to gunwook. most of the ride was not so bad. your friend quickly sensed you were stressed and, struck by remorse, kept talking to you about everything and nothing just to keep you from looking down. but when you got to the highest point, the cabin swayed uncontrollably, and suddenly the ride came to a halt. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the sudden movement, and you glued yourself to gunwook's arm as if your life depended on it. you started to panic, asking him what happened as if he would give you an answer. but gunwook truly couldn't be bothered about hanging several meters above the ground on a broken attraction with you close to crying your eyes out and attached to his side as if with superglue. not when he could feel your entire body wrapped around the whole length of his arm — were you really the size of his upper limb???
ఌ︎. and so all those moments were only building up to the fact that gunwook — let's face it — was stupidly turned on by the size difference between you and him. this fact actually motivated him the most when going to the gym. a chance to be even bigger, even more dominating — this image was awakening something so primal in him that even he himself was stunned. he didn't know why, but he felt the need to protect you, to shield you in a way, to keep you safe and sound. and he felt completely capable of it, already being bulky and benching 1.5x his own body weight. but still, he wanted to get better — for you.
ఌ︎. caring glances started to take the form of not-so-subtle staring. he couldn't help himself! whenever you were near, his mind, like on autopilot, flashed him images of how freaking easy it would be to pull you up right then and there, wherever you were standing. how he would have no problem handling you, angling your body however he wanted. how small you would look under his body. how tight you would feel around him. how-
"wook, are you alright?"
the concern in your voice is pretty clear as your petite hand lands gently on his shoulder in an affectionate way. gunwook has to practically shake himself out of his trance before he regains his composure.
"yeah, sorry. just thinking about all the assignments."
hopefully, it sounds convincing enough.
"i was thinking maybe you'd like to come to mine since we still have to make some small changes to our project?"
your innocent eyes will be the death of him. those two twinkling orbs are staring straight into his soul, and gunwook knows it's a life-or-death situation.
"oh yeah, sounds good. i have lots of free time today!"
ఌ︎. and that's how he ended up next to you on your bed - you visibly focused on picking the prettiest font for the slides and him focused on not having a boner right here and there. oh, he can only wonder how would you look with the same focused gaze but working on making him come in your mouth. he can bet his hand is big enough to grab your whole head - it would be so easy to make you do it just how he wants. you wouldn't have to do anything and he would be able to observe how with every thrust your throat is bulging a bit and it's all his fault! and then, with a flick of his finger, you would be lying down, and he would be hovering over you, watching you squirm as you tried to loosen up your pussy for only one of his fat fingers cause there's no way you can fit more there - you're way too small. gunwook would have to spend hours shaping your cunt with his fingers first before he gives you his cock because he don't want to be responsible for splitting you in half like that. but eventually you would be ready and he would give it to you with pleasure! he believes he would be able to cum in his pants just thinking about slowly entering you, feeling the tight squeeze of your walls, the grip so strong he has to stop midway to catch his breath. your whines filling the room, blabbering something that he's "too big" and "it won't fit, no way". but he knows you're a tough cookie and you wouldn't give up that easily. he's putting all of his trust in you that you'll make it fit in the end. even if it means his huge cock is going to make a visible bulge in your tummy every time he kisses your cervix with his tip. and if you would let him cum inside? oh boy, you would be drowning in his sperm. his mouth are watering at the sheer though of the mess he would make between your tighs, on your tummy, on your face...
but this has to wait. at least till you're done choosing between times new roman and arial. first duties then pleasures.
~masterlist~
wc: 3k-ish :) it's really good i promise it's worth it
reader: gender neutral and no gendered pronouns used to refer to reader at all!! there is a section below where you can choose the description for femme clothes or masc clothes, you'll know when you get to it!
warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! swearing, angst, some funny shenanigans -- specific warnings under the cut --
summary: gunwook pulls his little stunt at MAMA. idol!reader gets delicious revenge.
guys i cried so much yesterday so now i'm here writing zb1 smut pretending nothing ever happened! delusion is OKAY. delusion is HEALTHY. thought my last series would be my last fic but... guess i'm a liar. thank you to friend who submitted the request!!! also this fic has a bunch of OT9 interactions so please enjoy and also gyubinnie is a lovable douche in this i'm obsessed with him k bye love you so much feel free to use my inbox for emotional support
EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative sex (gunwook penetrating, reader's anatomy unspecified), unprotected sex, ejaculating inside of reader, some angst and possessiveness for funsies, and some allusion to harassing comments about reader
you sit with your members, on your best behavior as you feel the cameras pan to you. you smile, making a cute gesture as the whole arena erupts with squeals of joy. two of the eldest members shake your shoulders playfully, absolutely delighted by the universal appeal of their fake maknae. it's all in a day's work for you, resident cutie patootie of kpop idol group NEBULA.
it's sort of a stupid name, but you've gotten used to it over the years.
while you are, of course, easily able to serve the aegyo that the 2025 MAMA awards so desperately needs, but does not deserve, you have to admit you're feeling a bit nervous. your boyfriend, gunwook, was about to perform with zerobaseone, and you'd overheard a few of his members whispering excitedly with him backstage about an hour ago. you'd tapped gyuvin on the shoulder, trying to get his attention and ask what they were all so worked up about, but once he realized you were there, the smile immediately fell from his face.
"oh, hey (y/n)," he greeted, whipping his head to shake the hair from his eyes. "what's up?"
"what are you all being so secretive about?" you asked, arms folded over your chest in suspicion as you looked around at matthew, ricky, and taerae, who appeared about as wary as gyuvin did.
"nothing!" matt said too quickly. "i mean, um, we're not being secretive about anything!"
you stared at them for a long moment. "ooookay."
"you'll see, (y/n)! just wait for our stage. all will be revealed," taerae said cheerily, taking pity on you.
ricky elbowed him hard. "what he means is, we're just talking about our performance is all. nothing suspicious happening."
"especially not involving your boyfriend!" matthew added, much to gyuvin and ricky's chagrin.
"i'm turning around and pretending like this never happened on the count of... now," you said, shaking your head all the way to where your members were lined up, ready to go back to your seats after winning your first award for the night.
and now, you're sitting in the audience again, watching as your boyfriend's group gives a confusingly unsurprised-filled performance of doctor doctor... it's good, of course, incredibly cinematic, but...
what were those boys so worked up about?
the song ends and the lights dim.
and suddenly it's just your perfect boyfriend alone on the stage. this must've been what they were talking about! you can't believe gunwookie kept it a secret from you that he got his own starring moment like this. he must've really wanted to surprise you, and that's why the other boys were being so hush hush.
you can't help but grin as one of your members taps you on the back discreetly, clearly knowing how excited you are to see your boyfriend get his due.
all the boys stand in a circle now on the stage, your boyfriend the only one in a different outfit now.
the lights dim.
and suddenly your mature, dignified, and just sweet as sugar boyfriend is stripping live on stage for 50,000 people to see.
his muscular back and arms are bare, a beautiful blue rose tattoo taking up the space between his shoulder blades. and it doesn't end there. he begins the choreography for their latest single, iconik, with his entire chest exposed. you dare to glance over at your members, who are all doing their very best and failing to hide their reactions.
yeah, you think. this really did warrant all the whispering.
and listen. let's get one thing straight. you were no prude. seeing men naked was actually quite exciting to you. and while we're at it, one more thing to get straight: he looked good. your initial thoughts sounded something like this:
"it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy. i need a big boy, give me a big boy..."
until you remembered a conversation you'd had with your boyfriend and a few of his members the other night.
-
"popcorn, (y/n?)" hao offered, holding the bowl out for you to grab a handful.
"it's weird, right?" gyuvin asked, shaking his head. "it seems like all the sunbaenims are into taking their clothes off right now."
your boyfriend glanced at you: a fourth gen idol sitting smack dab in the middle of their living room.
"except for you, of course," gyuvin says, waving his hand dismissively. "you're too lame to do that."
"didn't you just say it was weird?" you asked, brow furrowing at him.
he shrugged. "i mean, it is weird. but sexy people can do what they want i guess."
"are you implying i'm not—," you started to say, but your boyfriend cuts you off.
"what he's implying is that he wants everyone in this room to agree that he's sexy enough to pull it off," gunwook said, rolling his eyes.
gyuvin smiled that smug little smile of his. "is that a crime?"
"it's annoying," hanbin said with a sigh.
"i think if any of us are going to strip, it should be me," jiwoong announced suddenly, causing everyone to turn to him. "you know, because i'm the oldest."
"yeah, well i've got the best body," matt teased.
"i don't know about that," hanbin said with a shrug. "gunwookie's been getting pretty big. his shoulders are insane."
"my boyfriend is not going to strip," you said a bit too quickly. an awkward silence fell over the room. you cleared your throat, trying to lighten the mood by adding, "unless i also get to strip."
"holy shit," matt mumbled under his breath.
"you're gonna strip?" hao asked, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. "when and where?"
"watch it, hyung," gunwook warned, eyebrows raised in defense. he knew better than anyone that you weren't offended, but they were drifting further into murky waters.
"didn't know you were into that, haohao," matt said with a laugh.
"well who doesn't love a good show?" hao responded with a glare, returning his attention sulkily to his popcorn.
"psssh," gyuvin sighed, waving his hand dismissively. "(y/n) wouldn't strip if the whole planet was about to blow up and it was the only way to save the human race."
"and you're so sure of that, why?" you asked, leaning back against the couch.
"it's just completely and totaly, one hundred million percent against your image," he replied like it was the dumbest question he'd ever been asked. "you're the cute one. that's just who you are now whether you like it or not. there's no chance in hell you're stripping."
"nobody in this room is stripping," gunwook said finally, putting both his hands up to signal the end of the conversation. "except for jiwoong hyung."
"YAY!" jiwoong hyung exclaimed, clasping his hands together happily.
-
you wait up in your hotel room for your boyfriend to come over after the show had ended for the night like he'd texted you that he would. when the door opens, you're sitting on the giant king-sized hotel bed, lost in thought.
he kicks off his slides and throws his bag on the floor before running over to you and tackling you to the bed. "hi lovey," he breathes warmly into your chest.
"hi," you respond succinctly. he lifts his head immediately, meeting your gaze and seeing the scowl on your face.
he laughs awkwardly. "i'm in trouble, aren't i?"
"nobody in this room is stripping," you repeat his exact words from a couple weeks ago. you might be the cute one, but all of your fans know that you're also the petty one.
"i know, (y/n). i'm sorry, i just—..." he sighs, starting to kiss from your neck down your chest. "PDnim told me i had to at the beginning of this week. well, really, he asked for someone to volunteer to show some skin, and then the boys just kind of... volunteered me. and i went along with it."
"mm, the debate team master couldn't reason his way out of that one?" you reply saltily.
"oh, you're mad, mad," he says, biting his lip. "but, baby... why? i mean, what is it exactly that you're mad about? is it really that big of a deal?"
"obviously not morally, but... everyone around me was suddenly gawking at you and i wasn't even allowed to react. do you know all the questions i had to dodge from my members the rest of the night?"
"oh come on, now," gunwook says with a giggle, nipping gently at the skin below your chest. "i doubt anyone paid all that attention to me. even if i did look incredibly buff and sexy on an international stage and the video views are just racking up as we speak."
"you said you wouldn't," you say plainly. "but you did. and you didn't tell me about it. so excuse me if that feels to me a little bit like lying. and i don't like that."
"wait, no, (y/n)," he says seriously, sitting up to look at you. "i wasn't lying. i—... i just... i was thinking about that conversation from a couple weeks ago and i—... i honestly didn't know if you'd be okay with it. and i had to do it. so i—."
"so you thought it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than get permission," you interject, growing more annoyed by the second. gunwook was usually so emotionally intuitive and thoughtful. sure, you were being a bit of a stubborn brat, but he was used to that by now. and surely, it was at least a bit desrved in this case.
"exactly!" gunwook answers without thinking. "i mean, no! no, i just—."
"well i guess you'll never know what my answer would have been, since you didn't trust me enough to ask in the first place," you say with a sigh.
"baby, i know you're upset and i'm sorry for that, but i just don't think this is as big of a deal as you're making it!" he exclaims in frustration. you're already grabbing his slides and his bag and handing them to him. "seriously!? if the roles were reversed, i wouldn't be acting this way!"
*ding*
it's the greatest lightbulb moment of your life.
"i'm tired, wookie," you say softly, holding his chin in your fingers and pressing a kiss to his gorgeous lips. "i just really need to sleep right now."
he nods slowly. "okay. yeah, i understand."
you walk him to the door and just before, he leaves, he turns around. "i love you."
"i love you," you say back, because you do. so much.
"sleep tight. i'm excited for your stage tomorrow," he says, and you nod before shutting the door.
poor angel. he has no idea how excited he should be.
-
it's pitch black on the stage besides the sea of lights shining from the audience. you'd been preparing for your MAMA stage for weeks, showcasing one of your older hits and two new releases from this past year. every day you'd put in a few hours of rehearsals for this one special night...
yet how easy it was to make one itsy bitsy last minute change.
you soar through the first two songs, feeding off of the energy from the giant arena. it's probably the best you've ever performed these new songs. you spot your boyfriend toward the front of the crowd, sitting with his members and looking up at you in awe.
you blow a kiss to the crowd, winking at the camera cutely on cue as the second song finishes and your members begin a quick costume change.
and so do you. it's just... a little different than originally planned.
when you pitched your members your idea this morning, they all legitimately lost their minds. your leader asked what drugs you were on. your maknae started taking your clothes off for you prematurely. in a matter of seconds, they were all on board.
so that's why as your final song now pulls into it's last chorus, your members form a small semi-circle around you as you stand in the center...
FEMME CLOTHES: ... as you theatrically take off your silky top to reveal the skimpiest little sequin bra top that you could legally get away with on chinese broadcast television.
MASC CLOTHES: ... as two members stand behind you, taking a hold of each side of the front of your silk button up and dramatically ripping it open.
the crowd absolutely erupts with excitement and cheers. and you're not surprised...
you might be the cutie patootie. but may lightning strike you down if you don't also serve body-ody-ody.
you don't manage to get a glimpse of gunwook's reaction before the song ends and you run off stage with your members, who jump up and down with radiant joy at the surprise spectacle.
you don't get to savor the moment for long though, because as soon as the award show ends, it's immediately back on a plane to seoul. you don't mind much. you're relieved to soon be back in your own bed and your own time zone in this city that you call a home.
but a text that you receive through the airplane wifi toward the very end of your flight gets your heart racing again.
what could you say? play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
-
you walk into your apartment about half an hour later, shoving your suitcase in the closet and kicking your boots off. you hear the faint sound of the television from the other room, smirking to yourself in anticipation.
when you round the corner, you find your boyfriend waiting for you.
"are you pleased with yourself?" gunwook asks, arms folded across his chest as he leans back on the couch, legs spread intimidatingly wide. he waits for an answer earnestly, brow piquing as the seconds pass in silence.
you bite your lip, trying your hardest not to smirk. your little stunt had effected gunwook as much as his had, you. your revenge was a success. too excitedly, you answer, "yes."
"well, i'll give you a moment to revel in it before i tell you all of the disgusting sexual remarks i had to hear about you from every guy sitting within earshot at the show," he says, actually turning a shade paler as he seemingly recalls the vile words said about you.
"what—... what do you mean?" you stammer, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable with the decision you'd been so sure about earlier today.
"i know you're not that naive," gunwook replies, shaking his head at you. "i don't even know if i have the stomach to repeat any of it. i mean, even fucking gyubin..."
"what—... what did he say?" you dare to ask.
gunwook's lips part in shock. "surely you don't actually want to know."
"what did gyubin say?" you ask again, a bit more forcefully this time.
he sighs, chewing at his bottom lip before meeting your eyes again. "he said that if you weren't mine, he'd bend you over himself."
"i—... i didn't really think he would see me like that. after everything he's said to me," you admit, swallowing hard as the thought of the overwhelming power you held over every idol in attendance in that moment involuntarily pulsed between your legs. but it's the fear in gunwook's eyes that has you dropping to your knees, crawling over to him and situating yourself in surrender between his thighs.
"what did you say, baby?" you ask, hands kneading gently at each of his meaty thighs. "what did you say to him?"
gunwook's breath hitches in his throat as his gaze meets yours. "i accidentally dropped our award on his balls."
"good boy," you reward with an unabashed laugh.
he reaches for you now, unable to contain himself any longer as he scoops you up into his lap. "fucking hell, you looked so good up there, baby."
"so did you," you admit, grinding into him from your straddling position. "wanted you to fuck me right there on the stage."
"i love you, (y/n)," gunwook growls into your neck, nipping at the tender flesh. "and i'm sorry. you turned the tables on me and i collapsed like a house of fucking cards. i don't want anyone looking at you like that except for me. and i certainly shouldn't have kept it from you."
"you were right though, baby," you admit, fingertips tracing the shape of his face. "we're idols. we don't always get a say in what we do on stage. and given how sexy you are, i assume they'll want you to meet that concept again."
gunwook smirks. "the same goes for you."
"so i just thought of a way to reframe it," you say, beginning to undo the buttons on his dress shirt playfully.
"well, of course you have," he says with a grin, arms spreading wide to rest on the top of the couch as he lets you work in peace. "the mastermind never sleeps."
"i might not be the only person who gets to look at you like that, but," you say, running your hands down his now bare chest before glancing up at him, lip catching between your teeth as you finish, "i am the only person who gets to touch you."
as you say the last two words, your palm connects with the bulge in his dress pants, already hard and ready for your attention. he sighs deeply at the needed pressure, gripping the back of the couch a bit tighter.
"does that new philosophy work both ways?" he asks, hips jerking up slightly as your hand wraps around him through the cool fabric.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you purr, sending gunwook reeling, his head lolling back against the couch— a metaphorical white flag as he surrenders the fight to you. you reward his submission by undoing the zipper on his pants and positioning your entrance above his cock teasingly.
"so that's your endgame, huh?" he asks, arms wrapping around your back to support you as you sink yourself down onto him. the whimper that comes out of him is heavenly as he stretches your walls to their favorite position. "you own me?"
"is that so bad?" you ask with a smile, beginning to find a rhythm as you grind up and down on his length. one of his hands finds your neck now, gently pressing his big hand against your throat. his eyes are sincere, pleading with you silently.
"tell me, baby," he begs softly, his other hand gripping at your waist to keep you filled to the brim. "tell me i'm the only one who gets to love you like this."
"gunwookie," you coo gently, your hands cupping each side of his face. "of course you are. you're the love of my life."
"say it," he pleads again, and you can tell from the shakiness in his voice that he really means it. "please."
"you're the only one who gets to love me like this," you say, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "and, for the record, gyubinnie has nothing on you."
gunwook grins at that, lifting your hips slightly before slamming them back down to meet his. you gasp in pleasure at the sensation, grabbing hold of his hand still positioned at your collarbone. "oh, i fucking know he doesn't."
"oh my god," you whine— waiting, hoping, needing for him to do it again.
"and, for the record, neither does that asshole tarzzan," he rasps with a smirk, lifting you up again and ramming you back down. "or sungchan from riize. or taesan from bnd. did you know even yeonjun wants a taste of you, baby?"
every name is punctuated with another delicious thrust until your eyes are rolling back in your head. "that–... that's too bad for them."
"oh it is, isn't it?" gunwookie agrees with a laugh, holding you in place now so he can fuck up into you at a more ambitious pace. "i'd pity them if i didn't want to strangle them."
"harder," you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and collapsing into his chest, holding him tight like you're afraid he'll let go. you hear his heartbeat quicken as he mirrors your embrace, his thighs flexing underneath yours as he takes full control. "just want to be filled with you."
"i love you," he mumbles into your shoulder, his thrusts growing sloppier and uneven and his ramblings more incoherent. "love you, love you, love you..."
you lift your head, pressing your lips lightly to his ear. "i love you, gunwookie."
you both know full well it's over for him. he finishes inside you with a low moan, pressing your hips as close together as he can, spilling every last drop into you. you savor the feeling, like alchemy.
he holds you for awhile, cradling you close to him like the precious thing you are. but you have to admit, there is something still on your mind...
"so... what did yeonjun sunbaenim say about me?"
gunwook's laugh shakes you against his chest. you grin against his neck, cherishing the joyous sound. he kisses the top of your head affectionately.
