⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ SUNSCREEN KISSES 🧸ྀི — your big baby newlywed husband matthew really wants to play in the water >:( ( word count 515 )
[ extras ] kissing ^_^ newlyweds, implied honeymoon (never mentioned but i had it in mind ok im tewlling you now)
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! inspired by those pics, next question.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡 ⋆. ˚ 𓇼 @kstrucknet
the sun was prickling your skin, sweat droplets rolling down your back.
matthew just sighed dramatically, causing you to look up.
"one moment, baby. some patience, please" you giggled. he just huffed. you wore he would stomp his feet like a dissatisfied kid any minute now. you glanced at his disposed chest for a while before diving back into your bag.
the sand beneath your feet was warm, not burning. thanks to the umbrella that matthew planted next to your spot, it threw a shadow over you.
"got it!" you hummed and showed him the yellow sunscreen tube. he grinned and you were sure it was because it meant being one step closer to the water. nope.
it was because your wedding ring almost blinded him in the sunlight.
he sat down, back facing you. his legs were crossed and he started playing with the sand.
you were humming underneath your breath as you put some sunscreen on your hand. then, you gently started spreading it on his muscular, wide back.
"oof, it's cold" he giggled, the sensation making him shiver. you were thoroughly massaging the lotion in, especially on his tattooed areas.
your fingers lingered over his left shoulder blade, tracing the ink mindlessly.
"are you done yet?" he whined, back slumping. you just laughed.
"nope! matthew, i swear, if you get a sun burn i will not…" you started and he looked over his shoulder.
"can i at least have some to put on my face already?" he asked.
you handed him the suncream with a soft smile and continued to put more over his neck. he handed you the bottle back and you put some more on your hands, spreading it on his sides. sliding your hands down slowly, matthew shivered at the coldness of your wedding ring against his skin.
"mhm, done." you called.
he turned around, eyes wide and sparkling with childish joy.
"wait—!" you huffed, noticing how he didn't even bother to massage in the lotion on his face. white splotches of suncream were visible on his cheeks.
you stood up and cupped his face.
"you're so impatient" you giggled, your fingers working on his skin. matthew put his hands on your waist, grinning.
"i just want to play in water, okay?" he chuckled, gazing at you lovingly. "but seriously though, thank you wifey."
you didn't even try to suppress a smile at the nickname.
"okay, now you're all good. give me a kiss and you can go" you ordered. matthew was so eager to go - just run like a maniac into the water already - that when he leaned in to peck your lips, he knocked off the sunglasses off your head.
"ow!" you giggled.
"my bad" he scoffed and leaned down to grab them.
but his eyes widened when you suddenly sprinted towards the water, sand sparkling beneath your feet.
"the last one in the water is an idiot and a loser!" he heard you yell and his mouth fell agape.
as he started chasing you, he thought you two were really destined to lead a married life.
I was sitting and my laptop in the kitchen, just trying to get some work done. Me and Matt had been separated pretty much the whole day, trying to get some progress with personal projects and other things.
I was just finishing up, and I heard a door close coming from Matt's room. It didn't mean anything, I just wanted to spend time with him. So i closed down my work and my laptop, then left it on the table.
I made my way to Matt's room, usually I knock. But we barely had seen each other today so I just burst through the doors.
"Hey Mat-" I pause. Matt was completely shirtless and his hair was ringing wet. He looked so hot. My mouth was hung open in awe.
"Hey sweetheart." He chuckled at my reaction.
Small droplets of water was still dripping down his chest to his tummy. It was a flustering sight. Matt was blushing at the vulnerability. He had a towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. There couldn't have been a hotter sight.
"Do you want me to go?" I raise my eyebrows.
"No, you can stay, just turn around f'me." He said.
"Okay." I turn slowly and playfully look over my shoulder.
"Good girl." Matt muttered under his breath. I snorted at the comment and blushed.
"Maatt." I whined. He laughed at his silly comment and finished changing. When he did he tapped my shoulder, for me to turn around. When I did he grabbed me and fell onto his bed.
The rest of the night was just filled with more playful comments and kissing.
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summary: you're tired of being broke. so, when your rich bestie suggests something shocking, you are compelled to say yes...
pairing: seok matthew x reader
genre: best friends to sugar daddy/sugar baby to lovers, smut, light angst
warnings: swearing, themes of wealth/poverty, money-related insecurities, sugar relationship, they have a whole contract, reader is older than matthew but he has an oppa kink 🤷 kissing, neck-biting, dom!matt, blowjob, praise kink, strength kink, spanking with a belt, established but not used safe word, bondage, unprotected sex, possessive!matt, FEELINGS
author's note: happy belated matthew day! 💗 evidently, this was heavily inspired by matt's amazing song say yes and it also has some references to taylor swift's songs bc why not
word count: 3k
Your best friend's driving you down the road as you wonder if he knows you sneak glances at him every once in a while. But he's just so damn cool when runs his hands through his hair, absent-mindedly making you want him…
"Wanna check out this new bookshop I told you about?" Matthew suggests casually.
"Oh, sure!" you agree. You've always been a sucker for books and Matthew knows that weakness of yours all too well.
He parks the car and you two go inside the cozy bookshop. After browsing through the shelves for a while, you find a book that strongly catches you interest. You really want to get it. Discreetly checking your wallet, you sadly realize you don't have enough money for it. Sighing to yourself, you are about to put it back on the shelf where you found it when Matthew grabs your wrist.
"Why are you putting it back?" he asks. "I can tell how bad you want it."
"It's nothing," you're embarrassed to admit the truth.
"You can tell me anything, you know?" Matthew insists.
"I…don't have enough money in my wallet right now," you confess, looking away.
"Let me get it for you."
You shake your head, trying to refuse. You know that Matthew's considerably more well-off than you and it's never been a problem when it comes to the solidity of your friendship. But in moments like these when he offers to buy you something so nonchalantly, it serves as a reminder of just how much money has affected the majority of your life.
"I don't need it," you respond but Matthew doesn't listen to you and hurries to the cash desk to get the book.
A part of you feels pathetic about not being able to afford a book. But a part of you is grateful that he's so chill about it. It's not like he gets anything in return. He's just…so nice to you for no reason.
Back in his car, Matthew hands you the book triumphantly. You accept it shyly because you would be crazy to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"If you feel uncomfortable, just consider it as a birthday gift."
"There are months until my birthday," you remind him with a chuckle.
"Not yours, my birthday was recently."
"What kind of logic is this? You're supposed to be receiving gifts for your birthday, not giving them."
"I genuinely feel better giving people things," Matthew shrugs.
"Can't say the same," you laugh. "I love receiving things. Sometimes I even debate signing up for one of those sugar daddy apps just so I could get my fill of being spoiled."
"Don't," Matthew scoffs seriously.
"What?"
"Don't go on those apps," he barks the order so easily it sends goosebumps down your spine.
"Why not?"
"They're probably filled with weirdos and scammers. You could just…" Matthew lets his thoughts trail in a dangerous direction.
"Just do what?" you curiously urge him to finish his sentence.
"Use me. You could just use me. I have so much money I don't know what to do with it all.
"Matt, no, you're my best friend, it doesn't feel right."
"In what sense?"
"In that…you are worth so much more to me than money."
"I know that," Matthew insists. "Do you have any other concerns?"
"Yeah. It sounds one-sided. You are not getting anything in return."
"Would it make you feel better if I came up with something?" he raises an eyebrow mysteriously.
What exactly does he have in mind?
"It would," the words are out of your mind before you can think twice about the whole proposal.
"Great, it's settled, then. I'm your sugar daddy," Matthew announces happily.
"But…I'm older than you," you blink in shock.
"It doesn't matter to me," he explains. "Do you want to go to mine and discuss things in further detail?"
"Erm, okay," you agree, even though this is all happening so fast you can barely process it.
Did your best friend whom you've been crushing on for ages just become your sugar daddy?!?!
When you arrive at Matthew's place, you are once again overwhelmed by a feeling of inferiority. You rarely go to Matthew's because the house is ridiculously large for one person. Everything is so sleek and white, the rooms practically smell like money. Secretly, you wish you could live with him. No, a part of you wishes you could be him. You know it's kinda a toxic thought to have but the truth is it's not even the financial thing. The way Matthew carries himself, his kindness, his sense of humour, his beauty, his intelligence, everything about him is just so appealing you can't help but admire him hopelessly. Until it doesn't seem so hopeless anymore.
"You want coffee? Tea? Water?" he asks politely, ever the welcoming host.
"Water's fine," you reply meekly. Even though you don't know what you're so nervous about. He's your best friend. There's nothing to be afraid of…Right?
As you take a couple of sips of water in the hopes it will calm you down, Matthew opens his laptop and starts typing something. Once he's finished and shows you what he came up with, you feel like you're about to pass out. Oh, he's serious about this.
Matthew wrote a wholeass sugar daddy/sugar baby agreement. Contract?! Detailing how rather than giving you money, he would prefer to take you shopping himself or buy you the things you want himself. And in return he just wants at least three dates per week. That hardly seems fair, you think.
He clears his throat, signifying the urge to say something.
"Feel free to raise objections or offer suggestions-"
"Isn't the traditional sugar relationship sexual in nature?" you inquire.
"Sometimes, but there are sugar daddies who simply seek companionship."
"I'm literally your best friend, you can have all the companionship for free."
"Exactly because we're best friends, I didn't put a clause about…well, sex."
"So, you're not interested in sex?"
"I didn't say that."
"You're not interested in sex with me?" you keep growing bolder with your questions.
"It's not my lack of interest in you that you should be worried about," Matthew whispers darkly.
"Then, tell me. What should I be worried about?" you tilt your head to the side.
"Fuck it," he mumbles quietly and crashes his lips against yours in a rough, almost violent kiss. You accept his advances a little too eagerly, letting him fuck your mouth with his tongue. God, this is insane. He bites your lower lip harshly, as you dig your fingers in his hair. He's so beautiful you feel like you're being consumed by him. Matthew suddenly grabs you by the hair, tilting your head backwards so that your neck is exposed. Biting and sucking onto your skin, leaving marks as if to mark his territory. It drives you mad. But you can't get enough. Pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around his lower back as he pushes you into the couch. This is crazy.
Tragically, Matthew breaks the passionate spell just as suddenly as he started it. He stands up abruptly and runs a hand through his messsy hair.
"Apologies," he blurts out, sounding so prim and proper. You hate it. "This behaviour wasn't very…gentlemanly of me."
"Oh, shut up," you roll your eyes. "You want this. I want this. What's stopping you?"
Matthew sighs and sits down next to you again.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship," he confesses. "Sex complicates things."
"And being in a sugar relationship doesn't?" you scoff sarcastically. "I think our friendship is strong enough to withhold anything. Don't you agree?"
Matthew nods, deep in thought.
"Instead of adding a sex clause to the agreement, how about I add that no matter what we do in the course of our sugar relationship, we swear to remain friends?"
The suggestion is so wild and requires so much confidence in the other person that Matthew stuns you with the sincerity in his voice.
"Okay. You're never getting rid of me," you promise.
Matthew hurriedly types it on the laptop.
"I'll go print it-" he says, delaying the inevitable.
"It can wait," you interrupt him. "But I can't."
You kiss him again greedily. Once you've had a taste, you can't be satisfied. He unlocks a part of you that is so fearless, so confident that you barely recognize her as yourself. But the feeling is so addicting you can't afford to lose it.
"Get on your knees," Matthew orders you so easily you immediately comply. But even that is enough to increase your confidence. It's so strange.
Not waiting for a second order, you take matters into your own hands and unbutton his jeans. You've daydreamed about this moment a lot. As you wrap your lips around his girthy cock, you wonder if this is what heaven truly feels like.
"Taking oppa's cock so well like the good little slut you are, huh?" Matthew speaks about himself in the third person.
Oppa???
"Need I remind you I'm older than you?" you release him from your mouth momentarily to speak your truth.
"Shhh, just play along, will you?" Matthew looks down at you with his big, beautiful eyes. How could you possibly say no?
You envelop him with your mouth once again, refusing to waste any more time.
"You feel so good, baby," he moans, getting lost in the feeling. "So good for oppa."
Oh, well, you could get used to it. As you keep trying to take him deeper, you feel his words becoming more and more unrestrained.
"Where do you want oppa to come? Should I do it on your face? Should I pull out?"
And ruin your makeup? Not a chance. You wrap your arms around the back of his legs, trying to signal the fact that you just want him to cum in your mouth. Lucky for you, Matthew is smart enough to figure it out and does just that, spilling ropes of cum down your needy throat. You swallow most of it to the best of your abilities and lick him clean of the rest.
Matthew picks you up from the floor and hugs you in a tight embrace.
"Did so well for oppa, my sweet girl," he whispers softly.
Damn, it feels too nice. You're going to have a hard time pretending you're not falling in love with him.
From then on, your life completely takes a turn for the best. Spending time with Matthew now goes hand in hand with him spending money on you. All the books, dresses and food you've only dreamt about are now a reality. The sugar rush you feel is so intoxicating, so addicting that the more you get from it, the more you crave. It feels so good. Too good. Until it doesn't.
Because you can deny it no longer. You're in love with your best friend. And the fact he spoils you so easily is incredibly dangerous. Even though you've done a couple of sexual things, with each encounter, your feelings grow and you are beginning to worry about it ending. So, you do something stupid that won't solve the situation. You disobey the agreement.
It's now been two weeks of you ignoring Matthew's messages. You feel terrible. Not because you miss the new things he gets you. But because you miss him. However, the contract specifies that you owe him like…six dates. Even though he hasn't gotten you anything new, the mere fact that you signed this silly paper is troubling you. Then again, there is the clause about remaining friends no matter what... And developing feelings for your bestie turned sugar daddy definitely doesn't go well with maintaining a normal friendship.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You go to open it in a daze, not even considering the possibility that it might be the very person you've been avoiding.
"Matthew," you gasp in surprise as he storms into your apartment. Oh, he looks…angry? No, it's not that. He looks upset. You hate to be the one to cause him such negative emotions. He's been so perfect and only deserves to feel happiness.
"Why have you been ignoring my texts and calls?" he asks directly.
"I wasn't-"
"Don't lie to me," Matthew replies, disappointment clear in his voice.
"I think we should dissolve our sugar relationship," you answer without thinking.
"Why? Are you not satisfied with the terms? I could buy you stuff more often. Or go down on you more. I could do anything, just say the word."
You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed by the desperate look in his eyes.
"I don't want this anymore," you cry out.
"Tell me the truth. Tell me how to fix it. I can't lose you," Matthew begs.
"You won't lose me. I'll always be your…friend," you say the last word as if it's venom. But it's the truth. No matter what, you promised. "I just need some time."
"Did you meet someone else?" Matthew asks a bit possessively. "I'll do you better than him."
"There's no one else," you swear. "There's just you. There's always been only you. And that's the problem, Matt."
"Why is it a problem?" he steps into your space, closer to you.
"Because I'm in love with you," you admit the feelings you've been keeping bottled up for so long. "Because I'm so afraid of fucking things up even more. Because I'd rather be your friend than be nothing at all."
"Oh, baby," Matthew murmurs gently and pulls you into a hug. "You will always be everything to me."
"But I disregarded the agreement…You don't hate me?" you sniffle.
"How could I hate you?" he speaks sincerely. "I only suggested the agreement hoping it'd help you see…that you don't need any sugar daddy apps to be happy. You just need me."
"I'll always need you, Matt."
"And I'll always love you," he replies, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "But you owe me six dates."
"And eternal friendship," you remind him playfully.
"I'm still mad at you for ignoring me," Matthew scolds you. "Do you have any idea how I felt?"
"I'm sorry," you look down guiltily.
"Sorry's not gonna cut it," he sighs. "Oppa needs to punish you so you'll learn your lesson."
You blink in shock. But the truth is, whatever he has in store for you, you'll gladly accept.
Matthew grabs your wrist and drags you to your bedroom.
"On your fours," he barks a command.
"Yes, oppa," you answer dutifully, assuming the position.
You can hear him shuffling behind you but you don't dare turn around to see what he's doing. You don't want to make him even more upset with your behaviour.
He tears up your leggins with his strong hands and the mere sound is enough to make you shiver. Your poor panties follow the same fate. Then, Matthew smacks your ass once with his belt. Hard. Fucking hell, that hurt. But then again, you ghosted him for two weeks…He was also hurt by your actions. So, you bite your tongue to prevent curses from slipping out.
"Count for me," Matthew demands.
"One," you mumble.
"One, what?"
"One…thank you, oppa," you cry out.
"Good girl," he chuckles darkly and repeats the actions fourteen times. One for each day you ignored him. Serves you right, you suppose. Once he's done punishing you, he turns you around and scoops you up in his strong, comforting arms. "Was it too much?"
"N-no, it's f-fine," you stutter. "I could have said the safe word."
"You could have. But I'm not sure if I would have stopped," Matthew replies cruelly.
"You would have," you insist. "I trust you."
"You shouldn't," he strokes your hair gently but there is nothing gentle about his words. "I can't restrain myself when it comes to you."
"Then, don't restrain yourself. Restrain me," you beg.
"Careful what you wish for," Matthew laughs.
"I'm serious," you respond and hold out your wrists for him. "You can do anything to me."
"You're crazy," he kisses you, though, and does as you suggest, wrapping the belt around your wrists.
"You love it."
"Too tight?" he checks.
"Just right," you try to chase his lips again, but Matthew pulls away from you.
You blink sadly at being denied your favourite thing. Kissing him.
"Please?" you beg prettily, pouting.
"Later, baby," Matthew promises and easily slides inside of you without warning. "Fuck, did my little slut get so wet from a little spanking? Are you like this for anyone?"
"Only for you, oppa," you play along, letting him use your pussy as he pleases.
"It better stay that way," he grunts, as he fucks you from the side. Even though your wrists are tied, he uses his strength to push your head deeper into the mattress. "You're all mine."
"All yours, oppa, I promise," you cry and plead, already missing the ability to touch him. How you survived two weeks without this is a whole mystery.
"So close. Where should I come?" Matthew asks, forever the considerate angel.
"You can do it inside of me, it's okay," you give him the green light and he doesn't need to be told twice, already spilling his seed inside of your warm pussy. Your release follows soon after, so addicting.
"Feels so good, wanna stay like this forever," he can't help but voice his thoughts out loud.
"What a heavenly idea," you chuckle.
Matthew, however, is quick to recover, and removes the belt from your wrists. Then, he rushes to bring some water for the two of you. Sitting in comfortable silence, you stare at his hands and wonder if he ever had any suspicions about how you felt for him.
"You're not subtle, you know?" he suddenly breaks the silence.
"Huh?" you whisper, almost in a daze.
"I've noticed how you look at me when you think I'm not looking. At my hands, nose, eyes…I notice every little detail."
The room was still, save for the low hum of the city outside your window. Jiwoong sat on the edge of the couch, arms folded, his posture composed, too composed. His long tail flicked once behind him, the only outward sign of the agitation simmering beneath his calm exterior.
He wasn’t looking at you. Hadn’t, for the past hour.
It was quiet the way only Jiwoong could make it, sharp, deliberate. He didn’t lash out when upset. He just withdrew, curling inward behind that composed, unshakable mask of his. It was worse than raised voices or sharp words. It made the space between you feel cold.
You sat across from him, watching his ears twitch minutely whenever you shifted. He was aware of you. Still present. Still listening. But determined to keep the wall up.
You bit your lip, heart tugging. He wasn’t angry to hurt you, he never was. But something about the way you had snapped earlier had struck a nerve.
Maybe it was the look on your face. Or maybe it was instinct, but you stood, walked over slowly, and sank beside him on the couch. He didn’t move away.
You reached out gently, slowly, toward the base of his ear, those sleek black-tipped ears that always twitched when he was trying not to show how much he felt.
Your fingers brushed behind one, carefully scratching where you knew he was most sensitive.
For a split second, nothing happened.
Then his shoulders dropped, his breath caught, and to your surprise, he leaned into your hand. Just a little. Barely perceptible, but there. His ears flicked again, tail going still. His eyes, half-lidded, softened despite himself.
And then, a soft, rumbling purr.
The sound slipped out before he could stop it. Instinctual. Warm. Vulnerable.
You smiled, relieved and touched all at once. “Jiwoong…”
The spell broke.
His eyes snapped open fully, and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat, the mask returning in small pieces. “I’m still mad at you,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze, though his ears were now a little pink at the tips.
“I know,” you said softly, keeping your voice even, soothing. Your hand hovered near his ear again but didn’t push. “But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
He was quiet again. But this silence was different, less cold, more hesitant.
Eventually, Jiwoong let out a quiet sigh and leaned into you ever so slightly, resting his shoulder against yours. “You drive me crazy sometimes,” he murmured. “But… I hate ignoring you more than I hate being mad.”
You smiled, letting your fingers graze his hand, his tail curling lightly around your ankle like a silent peace offering.
And though his pride told him to stay guarded a little longer, the subtle twitch of his ear toward your hand said it all,
He wasn’t done being mad, but he wasn’t letting you go either.
ZHANG HAO (red panda hybrid) :
Hao was sulking.
Not dramatically, not the way Gyuvin might, loud and exaggerated. No, Hao’s sulking was quiet, still, and pointed. He was curled up on the far end of the couch, arms crossed over his chest, his big, striped tail draped tightly around him like a shield. His rounded red panda ears were flattened just slightly, betraying the sting still lingering from your earlier disagreement.
He hadn’t spoken in almost twenty minutes. That had to be a record for him.
You sat nearby, watching him with soft eyes. You knew he wasn’t angry in the way some people got angry, he wasn’t bitter or cruel. He just didn’t know what to do with hurt that hadn’t been soothed yet. So he closed in on himself and let silence do the talking.
You shifted closer, cautious, testing the waters.
Hao didn’t look at you, but his ears twitched.
Carefully, you reached out and scratched behind one of them, gently, at first, your fingers brushing through the soft reddish fur where it met the white tufts. His entire body tensed, tail twitching once behind him.
Then, slowly… he leaned into it.
A soft whine bubbled up in his throat, surprised, involuntary, embarrassed. His head tilted a fraction toward your hand before he realized what he was doing and snapped upright again.
“I’m still upset,” he huffed, his cheeks blooming with pink. His big fluffy tail betrayed him, flicking lightly against your thigh as if it didn’t get the memo.
“I know,” you murmured, thumb grazing his ear just once more. “I just… didn’t want you to think I didn’t care.”
He was quiet, still turned halfway away from you. But then he let out a small sigh, more vulnerable than annoyed.
“You’re annoying,” he whispered, but he was already scooting closer.
You grinned. “So I’m forgiven?”
“No,” he muttered. “But you’re allowed to keep doing that. Just… don’t tell the others.”
You gently resumed the soft ear scritches, and Hao visibly melted, hiding his face in his sleeves as if that could stop the pleased little noises starting to slip out again.
Maybe he was still upset. But red pandas, it seemed, had a very hard time pretending they didn’t like affection, especially from the person they loved.
HANBIN (hamster hybrid) :
Hanbin wasn’t angry, not exactly. He didn’t like conflict, especially not with you, but after your earlier argument, he’d gone quiet, retreating into himself in the way he sometimes did when he was overwhelmed. Not cold. Just… still. Still and careful, like if he didn’t move too much, his emotions wouldn’t spill over.
He sat on the floor with his back leaning against the couch, legs pulled up and arms folded on top of his knees. His ears, soft and rounded, were angled low, drooping a little more than usual.
You knelt beside him, hesitating for a moment. “Hanbin…” you started, but he didn’t look up.
That silence stung. He was usually so warm, so quick to comfort. Seeing him like this, withdrawn, made your heart ache.
Your hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing gently behind one of his ears.
He twitched.
Hanbin stiffened, breath catching like he wasn’t expecting that kind of contact, not right now, not when he was trying so hard to stay composed. But then a soft noise left him, almost a whimper, and his shoulders sagged. He leaned into your touch before he could stop himself, his cheek brushing your wrist.
“…You’re not playing fair,” he muttered, voice barely audible. His round ears flicked faintly beneath your fingers, betraying how much he liked it.
“You weren’t listening to words,” you said quietly. “So I tried something else.”
He looked up at you then, eyes shining with just a hint of that vulnerable softness he so often kept hidden behind his reliable smile.
“I just needed a minute,” he said. “But I hate being like this with you.”
“I know.” You kept scratching gently, your other hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I hate it too.”
Hanbin let out a shaky laugh, leaning all the way into your side now, like a tired animal seeking warmth. His ears twitched once more before settling flat in contentment.
“Can we pretend I didn’t make it weird?” he asked sheepishly.
You smiled into his hair. “You didn’t. You’re just really bad at staying mad.”
He pouted lightly. “You’re really good at finding my weaknesses.”
You kissed the top of his head. “Only because I love you.”
And just like that, Hanbin melted again, soft, safe, and forgiven.
MATTHEW (red fox hybrid) :
Matthew hadn’t said a word in ten minutes.
For most people, that wouldn’t mean much. But for him, someone who always had something to say, always teasing, always laughing, the silence was heavy. Too heavy.
He sat curled up on the couch, hugging a throw pillow to his chest, fluffy red tail wrapped tight around his side. His fox ears, usually alert and twitching with interest, were flat against his curls. He wasn’t even pretending to scroll on his phone anymore, just sat there, lips pressed into a pout, eyes focused somewhere just past the floor.
You stepped into the room and knelt beside the couch, leaning in slightly.
“Matthew.”
No response.
You tilted your head and gave a soft sigh. If he was ignoring you on purpose, it was only because he didn’t know how to say he was upset. That much, you understood.
Without a word, you reached up and scratched gently behind his ear, not teasing, not playful, just… soft. Careful. A question, not a command.
He flinched.
And then, after a beat, melted.
His shoulders relaxed against the cushions, the pillow loosened slightly in his arms, and his tail gave one small wag. His eyes fluttered closed, just for a second, and he let out the faintest, most reluctant sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr.
You bit back a smile.
“You’re not allowed to use that against me when I’m upset,” he mumbled, barely opening one eye. “That’s cheating.”
“But you’re letting me,” you murmured, scratching a little slower now, more deliberate. “Which means you’re not really mad.”
He opened both eyes now, face still scrunched in that stubborn foxlike pout. “I’m a little mad.”
“Then let me apologize.”
He hesitated. And then, all at once, he dropped the pillow and slumped into your lap with a dramatic sigh, tail flopping heavily against your side.
“I’ll forgive you,” he said, curling into you like you were the safest thing in the world, “but only if you keep doing that for at least ten more minutes.”
You laughed quietly, fingers weaving through his hair to scratch just behind his ears. “Deal.”
His tail flicked, ears twitching, face softening completely against your leg. Even when Matthew was sulking, affection always won in the end.
Especially when it came from you.
TAERAE (beagle hybrid) :
The music from his headphones was loud enough to hear from where you stood, but he wasn’t even bobbing his head along the way he usually did. That alone told you everything.
Taerae lay on his stomach across the bed, chin resting on his arms, ears drooping low and tail completely still. The silence between you was weird, tense, especially from someone as open-hearted and affectionate as him.
You approached slowly, sitting on the edge of the mattress without a word.
He didn’t look up. Just kept pretending to scroll on his phone, like the air wasn’t heavy and full of things unsaid.
You hesitated for a moment, then reached forward, not saying anything, and gently scratched behind one of his soft ears.
It twitched.
He froze.
Then, like it was muscle memory, Taerae instinctively leaned into your hand, a soft nnngh slipping from the back of his throat before he could stop it. His tail gave a little wag, just once.
And then it hit him.
He snapped upright and turned his face away, ears flicking sharply. “Hey, no fair,” he said, voice muffled, clearly embarrassed. “You can’t just do that. I’m still upset.”
You tilted your head, smiling just a little. “Didn’t seem like it for a second there.”
“I—that doesn’t count,” he huffed, nose scrunching in protest. “You know I like that.”
You scooted closer and scratched again, slower this time, watching the way his body betrayed him, the way his shoulders dropped just slightly, tail starting to sway despite himself.
“I also know you don’t like being mad at me.”
“…Maybe.”
His voice was small now, softer. And when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, the pout he wore was already beginning to crack.
You shifted your hand to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing just under his eye. “I’m sorry, Tae.”
He leaned into it before he could think better of it. “I hate giving in this fast,” he muttered, tail thumping lightly behind him. “But I missed you.”
You smiled. “I missed you too.”
And with that, he melted again, against your palm, against the warmth of your apology, like forgiveness was already curled inside his chest, waiting for an excuse to be let out.
RICKY (Siamese cat hybrid) :
You found him by the window, back to you, the long line of his tail flicking in slow, agitated sways.
The late afternoon sun framed him in gold, catching the slight twitch of his ears as he pretended not to hear you walk into the room. He was immaculate, as always, posture perfect, limbs drawn in with feline precision. But there was tension in his shoulders, a stiffness in the way he sat that told you exactly how upset he was.
“Ricky,” you said gently.
No answer.
You stepped closer, careful not to crowd him, letting your presence speak louder than your words. He didn’t flinch, but his tail stopped moving, waiting.
You reached up slowly, fingers brushing the base of his ear.
A flick.
Then another.
And then, in a moment of instinct betraying intention, he leaned into your hand with a soft, involuntary sound, something low and almost smug in the back of his throat, a sound he’d never let himself make on purpose.
You watched his tail curl at the tip, and his eyes flutter half-shut like he was letting himself be touched despite himself. He even purred, not loud, but noticeable, honest.
Then it hit him.
He straightened suddenly, pulling away just enough to glare at you with narrowed, silvery eyes. “Seriously?” he snapped, but the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed how flustered he actually was. “I was ignoring you.”
You tried, really tried, not to smile. “Didn’t seem like it for a second.”
“That’s because you cheated,” he hissed, ears tilted back. “You always know how to get to me.”
You stepped in again, slower this time, and scratched gently behind his ear once more, just to prove your point. His eyes fluttered, and the tiniest sound left his throat again before he bit his lip and turned his head sharply away.
“I’m still mad,” he muttered.
You leaned in, voice quiet. “Then I’ll keep apologizing until you’re not.”
Ricky stayed quiet for a moment. And then, slowly, his tail brushed against your leg, deliberate, not quite forgiveness, but not rejection either.
“…Just don’t think you’ve won.”
But his ears tipped toward your hand again anyway.
GYUVIN (Golden retriever hybrid) :
He’d been moping for hours.
Sprawled across the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, tail drooped over the edge like all the energy had drained right out of him. He wasn’t mad, not really, just wounded in that very Gyuvin way, a little too sensitive for his own good, but too proud to admit it out loud.
You could feel the silence weighing down the room. He wasn’t talking to you. Wasn’t looking at you either. Just the occasional exaggerated sigh, a glance at his phone, and the tiniest shift of his ears whenever you moved nearby.
So you came up beside him, kneeling by the couch quietly.
Still nothing.
Your hand reached out, fingers brushing gently behind one floppy golden ear.
He jolted.
Then… stilled.
His ear twitched once, twice, and then he leaned into your hand, slow and helpless, like gravity had pulled him there. His brows furrowed just a bit, eyes slipping closed as a deep, contented rumble left his chest. Not quite a purr, more like a soft whine of comfort, low and immediate.
And then he realized.
He sat up fast, blinking in surprise like he couldn’t believe you tricked him again.
“Hey, I’m mad at you!” he said, nose scrunching as his tail gave one happy little wag, a traitor of its own. “I was trying to be mad. I was doing a really good job!”
You chuckled, reaching for his ear again. He flinched, but didn’t actually move away.
“Keep doing that,” he grumbled, eyes narrowed. “And I’m gonna forgive you way too fast.”
Your fingers scratched gently behind his ear again, and this time, he melted. Fully. He flopped back onto the couch like his bones had disappeared, arms crossed but not meaning it.
“…Fine,” he said, quieter now. “You win.”
You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “It’s not about winning, dummy.”
But from the soft thump of his tail against the cushions, you could tell he was already over it. Just like that.
GUNWOOK (German Shepherd hybrid) :
He sat near the door, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on some distant point like he wasn’t really there. The room felt colder somehow, the air thick with the unsaid between you.
You approached slowly, aware that this wasn’t the kind of silence you could break with words. Gunwook’s jaw was tight, and his ears flicked back slightly whenever you moved closer.
Gently, you reached out and let your fingers brush behind one of his strong, alert ears.
He froze.
The tension in his broad shoulders softened just a fraction. A low, almost reluctant sigh escaped him, like a quiet surrender. His head dipped toward your hand, and for a moment, his eyes closed as if trusting you without words.
Then he stiffened again, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze with that steady, unreadable look.
“I’m still not over it,” he said quietly.
You nodded, voice soft. “I know. But I’m here.”
Gunwook’s lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile, his tail giving a slow, deliberate sweep. His ears tilted forward, accepting your presence, maybe not fully ready to forgive, but willing to lean into you just a little.
The weight in the room shifted. The silence wasn’t so heavy anymore.
YUJIN (border collie hybrid) :
The quiet was different with Yujin. It wasn’t just silence, it was the nervous kind, the kind that made his hands fidget and his gaze dart away whenever you looked his way. Being upset wasn’t something he did easily, especially not in front of you. He wanted to be strong, to stand his ground, but he stumbled over his own feelings.
You found him sitting on the floor, knees drawn up a bit too close, tail flicking with restless energy. His ears twitched at every sound, and the tension in his posture was almost painful to watch.
You crouched down beside him, your fingers reaching out gently to scratch behind one ear.
At first, he stiffened, eyes wide, caught off guard by the touch. Then, as your hand moved with patient calm, his body slowly relaxed, a soft, uncertain whine bubbling up from deep within his throat, something small, almost shy.
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing just a moment before he remembered himself.
His cheeks colored faintly, and he pulled back just enough to avoid your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m… not mad,” he said quickly, voice a little shaky.
You smiled gently. “You don’t have to say it.”
Yujin’s tail gave a small wag, tentative but genuine, and his ears twitched forward again, letting you know he wasn’t holding onto his grudge as tightly as he tried to.
The silence between you softened, not perfect, but a beginning.
fooling around with matt but he gets whiny and too loud too easily and has to have something in his mouth to help him keep quiet
cw public sex, exhibitionism, handjob, gagging (panties in mouth), mentions of drinking 18+ MDNI
✉️ in my sub!ZB1 era and I'm lowkey not mad about it... pushing my matthew exhibitionism agenda
Matthew had always been a loud lover–wanting you to know that he loved everything you did and how good you always made him feel. And you loved it. It made you feel powerful and valued as a girlfriend, like you were doing everything right and after all, all you wanted was for Matt to feel good.
But sometimes it got to be a little too much.
“God, Matt, be quiet,” you rush out as he lets out another whine, his back pressed against the bathroom stall. A night out with your friends was always an activity the two of you enjoyed, but after a few drinks, Matthew usually gets horny, and tonight wasn’t any different. So, you’d taken him to the bathroom, hoping to take care of him quickly so you could get back to your friends. And with your luck, of course another person had entered the girl’s bathroom. Luckily though, she seemed drunk enough to not question anything.
That didn’t mean that Matthew could moan every time your hand pumped around him, though. You squeeze your hand around him, encouraging more of his pre-cum to leak out of the tip and to lubricate your palm as it works over his thick cock. “Seriously, Matthew. Be quiet.” By the dazed expression on his face, you can tell he’s not listening. Your words are confirmed when he lets out another whine of your name. Your free hand comes up to slap over his mouth, but that doesn’t do much to quiet him either.
What could you do to get him to shut up when he clearly wasn’t listening to you? You pull both of your hands away from his body, making Matthew’s eyes shoot open, moving to try and grab you, but you send him a glare for him to stop. This, he listens to. You reach under your dress, sliding your panties down your legs and carefully stepping out of them to make sure they don’t get dirty from your shoes or the bathroom door. Then, you bring them to his lips.
Matthew blinks at you as he obediently opens his mouth, taking the fabric into his mouth and tasting your arousal on his tongue. When your hand wraps around his cock again, doubling your efforts to get him off, his moans are muffled by your panties and you can’t help but smile. Perfect.
what do you think matthew would be like on a first date w someone he has the biggest crush on???
oh god… prepare yourself for the second hand embarrassment lmao
no but how he acts would all come out of the love he has in his heart <3
dates w matthew
ft. seok matthew of zb1
i feel like his mind would go into overdrive thinking of all the places he could take you, what he could wear, if what he’s wearing is broad enough that’ll it’ll match whatever you choose to wear… man is ten steps ahead of everyone including himself lmao. he wouldn’t be able to control his genuine infatuation with you when his frontal lobe keeps telling him “have more rizz” “have more rizz.” and his brain is completely jumbled by the time he actually picks you up.
i think matthew would most certainly try to make some witty remark to distract himself from the fact that you’re genuinely the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. quite literally making his heart stop. the joke however goes completely over your head and your left staring at him doe-eyed, making the situation even harder for him than he thought possible. he’ll definitely try to laugh it off, but finds himself laughing wayyy more than he should be, to the point where even you know something up?
matthew just needs some reassurance, some confidence to remind him that everything’s alright! a date with someone you like goes both ways right? if you take his hand gently and let him know that you’re a bit nervous too, but you know everything’s gonna be ok. he’ll let out the biggest sigh of relief and finally start to be himself once his anxieties calm down.
that is, until you go on your next date together, because i can guarantee he acts like this before every date you have.
summary. things that husband!matthew does that are a perfect example of husband material.
genre. fluff. headcanons.
warnings. like 1 suggestive line 😭. all the rest of it is just matthew being perfect and adorable tho </3. i probably wrote him a bit ooc BUT OH WELL LIKE I CANNOT MATCH THIS MANS FREAK LEAVE ME ALONE 😞
pairing. husband!matthew x fem!reader.
wc. 751.
request. requested by anon (totally an anon.... @heavenfilm)
a/n. at this point i cannot deny that matthew is my second bias.. so that's great 🧍♀️ i hate my life PLEASE WHY DO ZB1 EXIST
EYE CONTACT
He always finds your eyes from across the room. Whether you’re hanging out with friends or alone at home doing separate tasks, Matthew always scans the room to find where you are. He’ll give you a smooth smile or a wink once he knows he has your attention. No matter how many times he does it, it always manages to summon butterflies in your stomach. It’s mostly another excuse for him to be flirty with you, but he also does it so he can check up on how you’re feeling. He’s always been good at reading your emotions from your face, and he always wants to know if you were ever feeling uncomfortable or down in any way. Matthew always makes sure to make his way over to you and wipe the frown off your face if he needs to.
SELFIES
He will always send you selfies throughout the day. You know exactly what he’s doing practically every hour of the day, because you’re always texting each other. He’ll update you on schedules or let you know when he’ll be back from the gym. If one or both of you are busy for the majority of the day, Matthew will try to FaceTime you during lunch break. Communication is one of the most important things to Matthew, and making sure you’re updated on his schedule is something he’ll always prioritise.
GRABBING YOUR WAIST
He loves to grab your waist when you’re walking by. Say he’s sitting on the couch and you were walking past him. He would definitely grab your waist and pull you down onto his lap, having no concern for where you had originally been trying to go. This would, of course, be accompanied by plenty of kisses. Your cheeks or forehead are his favourite places to kiss, but if he’s feeling more romantic, he might go for your neck or hand instead. This man is always clingy, and you’ve had to learn to accept that once he gets his hands on you, he will not let you leave until he’s done peppering kisses to your skin.
DATE NIGHTS
Just because you’ve already tied the knot, doesn’t mean that date nights aren’t a serious ordeal for Matthew. He’ll make sure to book a reservation for a fancy restaurant and wear his best suit. He loves to do all the overly romantic things with you that seem straight out of a romcom. He never forgets to tell you how beautiful you look all throughout the date, and if you were ever unsure of how much he adored you, he would be sure to show you later that night.
PICKUP LINES
Cheesy pickup lines are a Matthew staple, and, as your husband, he definitely doesn’t hold back. He knows he’s yours forever, a promise you made with each other on the day of your wedding, and the thought of it just makes his brain go a little crazy. He’s so in love with you, and, unfortunately, his favourite way of playfully expressing it to you is trying endless pickup lines on you. No matter how corny they are, they always manage to make you giggle, which is exactly the reaction Matthew wants. Even if you hate them, you’re never going to be able to get him to stop using them. He’s a bit too addicted to the cliché one-liners.
BOUQUETS
He’ll bring you back bouquets when he’s been away almost all day. Since he’s very busy, he can’t often spend all day with you like he wants to. Knowing that whenever you miss him, you can just smell the flowers that he gave you puts his mind at ease. Plus, it gives him extra husband points according to you, so he started making it part of his regular routine. He picked up on what flowers you liked the most after a couple weeks and consistently picks out the prettiest bouquets.
NIGHT TIME KISSES
Matthew has a special night-time routine with you. It’s not skincare or any other hygiene, but in his mind, it’s just as important. When it’s late at night and you’re both drowsy, Matthew loves to give you soft kisses. He has no ulterior motive with them other than showing you how much he loves you. He’ll start with your hand and make his way up your arm, slow and gentle. He takes extra care with your face, making sure the kisses are as tender as possible. Once he reaches your lips, he’ll practically melt into them— the final thing he needs before he falls asleep with you in his arms.
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