⋆ ˚｡⋆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.
⭑.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˚
n. n. n. (a ltd. series) masterlist
general masterlist
⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.1k
⋆˙⟡ reader: gender neutral; all inclusive. NO pronouns used to refer to reader (not even they/them)
⋆˙⟡ warnings: 18+ explicit smut; MINORS DNI!!!! specific smut warnings for this chapter are located under the cut. also some angst on this one!!
⋆˙⟡ summary: ricky isn't at all jealous of his partner's costar. not one bit. and he's totally not using no nut november as a ruse to test their relationship...
⋆˙⟡ series summary: eight idiots make a bet amongst themselves to win no nut november. get ready for a very interesting month!
EXPLICIT SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative sex (reader is being penetrated, no specifics of anatomy); this one is angsty bc ricky is fun to write as a bit of a dick that redeems himself!!
ricky shakes his head as he watches gyuvin pace back and forth from the far side of the practice room to the door, over and over again. every so often, the lanky boy will stop dead in his tracks, inhale sharply, pause for a few moments in concerning silence as he looks up at the ceiling, and then continue pacing.
“why are you doing this to yourself, gyubinnie?” matthew asks with a laugh. “you’re obviously going out of your fucking mind.”
“because i’m not a loser like you,” gyuvin shoots back, laying one of his large hands on the door frame. he pauses again and then turns around, the speed of his pacing increasing slightly.
“alright, fuck off and die then,” matthew sulks, pulling out his phone.
“seriously though, how’s everyone doing?” gunwook asks, running a hand through his hair. “it can’t just be gyubinnie who’s starting to lose it.”
“i’m fine,” hanbin answers quickly. a little too quickly. ricky looks around to see if anyone else noticed, but no one seems to be paying all that much attention. “like i said originally, i have an abundance of self-control when it comes to these things.”
“mmmmhm,” taerae humphs disbelievingly.
“i don’t really think you’re in much of a position to say anything,” hanbin quips back in a huff.
“at least my partner’s satisfied,” taerae replies, tongue poking at his cheek.
“yeah? so is mine,” hao says, rolling his eyes. “you just couldn’t hold it together.”
“come on, cut him some slack,” jiwoong swoops in, putting a hand on taerae’s shoulder. “it was a big moment for him. could it have been bigger? sure. but he’ll get there.”
taerae frowns. “uh, hyung? are you helping me or patronizing me?”
“ah, ricky?” gunwook suddenly calls. ricky looks up from his lap to find the whole room staring at him. “you’re awfully quiet over there.”
ricky considers this and then nods. “not much to say.”
hanbin’s eyes widen. “what do you mean? has this all been easy for you?”
ricky shrugs. “no, but… it hasn’t been hard either.”
“hArd…” gyuvin sputters from the other side of the room, two hands colliding hard against the door. he takes a moment to gain his composure and then he starts pacing again.
“huh,” hao hums, brow furrowing together in consideration. “i guess you’re more disciplined than i thought you were.”
“how’s your partner handling all this?” jiwoong asks. “can’t imagine that part’s been all that easy.”
“it’s been fine, actually,” ricky answers nonchalantly again. “we’re on the same page. we’ve hung out a few times and it honestly feels like normal.”
“alright boys, break time’s over,” the choreographer announces as the door to the practice room swings open, knocking a very unaware and vulnerable gyuvin onto the floor. “back to work!”
–
it was another long day working on the drama you were currently filming. it’s a rom-com about a werewolf that has to work the night shift at a hospital. maybe not the most serious role you’d ever taken, but you were certainly having a blast. you and your costar and romantic lead, park jihoon, has become fast friends over the past few weeks and you were finding that you were really coming out of your shell on this set. you’d been hanging out with all of your costars more regularly and, since you were usually quite shy in work settings, this had been pretty meaningful progress for you.
you’d shared your excitement with your boyfriend around the end of october, but he hadn’t really responded the way you’d hoped he would. you figured he had a lot on his mind with zb1’s comeback date now set in sight.
“ricky? what did you want for dinner, babe?” you call from the kitchen as your boyfriend scrolls through social media wordlessly. he doesn’t answer you. you sigh heavily, grabbing both mugs of tea and bringing them over to the couch. you set them down on the table in front of you and then sit yourself down next to your boyfriend. you see now that his airpods are in. you raise your fingers to his right hear and gently remove the airpod. “dinner. what do you want?”
ricky snatches his airpod back, shrugging you off dismissively. “don’t care.”
you’d actually started to become used to this treatment over the past couple weeks. it didn’t even hurt your feelings anymore— it just pissed you off. when ricky had first told you about his stupid no nut november bet with his group members, you’d thought he was joking. the entire idea was wildly uncivilized and ricky usually prided himself on being a more refined man than the rest of the boys.
you were surprised when he told you that he wanted to win. it just wasn’t really like him to care about something seemingly so trivial like a bet. but there was something in his eyes when he’d said it— something hidden behind his words and you couldn’t quite figure it out, but you knew he’d already made his mind up.
and you decided to be supportive. you could keep it up for a month.
for him.
but when you’d agreed to play along with this bet, you’d agreed to not having sex with your boyfriend for a little while (or, to be precise, not making him cum). you hadn’t agreed to essentially nuking your previously perfect relationship with the most perfect man you’d ever met.
but it seems like that’s what happened anyway.
you’d thought about it way more than you’d liked to admit. were you not getting along anymore because sex was the only thing you had in common? was ricky just sick of dating you? was he waiting in hopes that you’d break up with him first? was there even a fucking bet in the first place?
you shouln’t be catastrophizing. you should just toughen up and ask him. but… you’re scared. if you finally say something, will this nightmare be over?
or will your relationship?
you lean back into the couch in frustration, pulling your phone out and finding a new message from jihoon. you open it, leaning to rest your head on ricky’s shoulder, and, when you do, he shifts away from you.
it might be unintentional. and it’s so simplistic. but an ache just radiates deep in the center of your chest.
you stand up quickly, walking into your room before your boyfriend can see you cry.
ricky looks over at the now vacant spot on the couch beside him, finding your phone in your place. it’s on, fully open on an imessage chat, that, when ricky leans in closer, he finds is with…
jihoon.
ricky’s sigh is more like a growl. whenever his name popped up as a notification on your screen, he had to consciously suppress his anger.
or really, his jealousy.
jihoon was a really nice guy. he was a great friend to you on set and was always respectful. maybe that’s why ricky was so jealous to begin with. he was afraid jihoon was just a little too nice.
ricky knows he shouldn’t, but he leans in just a little closer anyway. enough to see the last message jihoon sent you:
so ricky had been right all along. if he’d left you alone long enough with jihoon, you’d start wanting him instead. ricky had been hoping his hypothesis would be wrong, but his genius intuition unfortunately knew no bounds…
ricky grabs your phone from the couch before walking to your bedroom door and throwing it open. you look up at him in the darkness, only your mood lamp casting shadows about the room. he can’t see the tears staining your cheeks.
“do you like jihoon?” ricky asks suddenly.
“what?” you reply, stunned by his question. “what are you talking about?”
“do you like jihoon?” ricky repeats, a sigh of annoyance escaping him. “are you interested in him?”
“of—... of fucking course not!” you say in utter exasperation. “why would you even ask that!?”
ricky tosses your phone at you and it lands next to you on your bed. you pick it up, seeing the messages that jihoon had last sent you. you hadn’t even read them.
“are you fucking kidding me!?” you yell, throwing your phone on the carpet in anger. “you think i give a flying fuck about jihoon right now? i’ve been a little too upset by the love of my life treating me like a fucking leper this whole month.”
“you agreed to the bet—,” ricky starts to argue, but you cut him off.
“i agreed to the stupid fucking no nut november bet, ricky. i did not agree to cry myself to sleep every night because you suddenly want nothing to do with me!”
ricky’s eyes widen suddenly. “what? baby—... is that true?”
he takes a few steps toward you cautiously and, as he gets closer, the light must hit your face. he’s on his knees immediately in front of you, big hands on either side of your face as his thumbs wipe the wet streaks beneath your eyes.
“baby… (y/n),” he coos, using your name when you won’t look at him right away. “i—... fuck, this is all my fault.”
“who else’s fucking fault would it be?” you pout, eyes narrowed at your boyfriend.
“yours. i mean, i thought that you—...” ricky shakes his head in dismay. “i think i might've gotten... a little… jealous.”
one of your brows piques un confusion at his confession. “jealous? of what?”
“of—... of jihoon,” he admits, wincing in embarrassment. “i mean, of how close you are to him. you’re usually at least a little more distant with your male leads. and i’d never stop you from having friends. i'm really happy that you're becoming so confident. but i'm... maybe i'm not as confident as i thought i was. this whole bet thing is so stupid, but i guess—... i guess i kind of saw it as a way to test our relationship.”
“test our relationship?” you repeat.
“i sort of thought that maybe if you weren’t getting what you need from me,” ricky explains shamefully. “i’d find out for sure if you’d try to get it from somewhere else.”
you blink back at him in shock. “you thought—... you thought i was going to cheat on you!?”
“no! i mean… i didn’t know,” ricky replies, biting his lip. “i didn’t know if you would or not.”
“is that why you were being so cold to me, too?"
“i guess i was just kind of… mad at you,” he admits, taking your hand in his. “preemptively.”
“ricky, i’m not interested in jihoon,” you say plainly. “i’m interested in you. i’m in love with you. i want to spend every moment with you and i want you to be inside of me for most of them.”
ricky gulps at this and a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips.
“how could you ever think i wouldn’t want you?” you ask, leaning down to your boyfriend— lips hovering inches from his. “didn’t you literally tell me you were perfect when we first met? that i wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
“i’m a fucking liar, (y/n)” ricky whispers breathlessly, hands finding your waist and squeezing tight on either side. “i’m actually a pathetic wreck and i just say whatever the fuck i have to to convince myself i'm not.”
“no,” you say simply, connecting your lips with his in a slow, sensual kiss. “you’re perfect. and i’m quite literally unable to resist you.”
“fuck,” he says, leaning up to kiss you again. “fuck, i’m so sorry, baby.”
“i’m sure you are,” you nod in agreement. “but i’m curious… what were you gonna do when you walked in the room just now?”
“hm?” he asks, tilting his head sweetly.
“if i had said yes,” you clarify, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the nape of his neck. “or if i hadn’t said no. and you thought you were going to lose me. what were you gonna do?”
ricky looks at you, his breath shallow as you trace a finger down the pretty vein in his neck. “i was gonna fuck you until you got it through your thick fucking skull that you’re mine.”
“well you should’ve said that,” you say, undoing a button on his shirt. “i might’ve played along if i knew it was the only way to get you to fuck me.”
“played along?” ricky repeats, pulling you off your bed and into his lap. “you’d break my heart just to get off? maybe you are just a fucking whore.”
you can’t help but moan. you’d really missed this. and ricky was right.
you were just a whore. but he was missing one crucial detail…
“for you,” you say, grinding into him reflexively.
ricky growls in your ear, hands kneading at your ass. “hands and knees. now.”
you follow orders and fast, not wanting him to change his mind. you remove your shorts quickly and get on all fours, knees stinging from the chafe of the carpet. you don’t care.
“so obedient, hm?” ricky remarks positioning himself behind you. he grabs your ass, pulling you backwards— as close to you as he can possibly be without being inside you. you feel how hard he is against you and, no matter how badly you want him to cave, you need to ask.
“are you sure?” you ask as ricky takes off his pants and throws them to the side. his atypical lack of care for his clothes speaks for itself, but you need to make sure. “you could still win the bet if you want. another ten days would be nothing! we could—.”
ricky takes you in his arms, pulling your back flush against his chest— his hand around your neck as he holds you. the tip of his cock finds your entrance, teasing you as you whimper up at him over your shoulder. “i’m gonna fuck you. you’re gonna love it. and then i’m gonna paint you with my cum. got it?”
you nod rapidly. “got it.”
ricky sinks himself inside you. the angle is delicious and when he bottoms out, you already see stars.
“oh my god,” you cry, reaching for something to grab onto. ricky wraps his other arm around your waist to steady you and you latch on.
“fuck, i missed you so much,” he breathes, finding a good rhythm. “you feel fucking amazing.”
ricky puts up a good fight. you wouldn’t know he’s gone twenty days without cumming. you’re pretty sure he’s not even used to going one. he must be so pent up, he can’t even see straight. maybe that’s why he let himself get so in his head.
“i love you,” you whine after your orgasm, ricky’s fingers covered in your cum. he sticks them in your mouth and you suck obligingly. “just want you.”
“nobody else, right, baby?” he asks, hips starting to falter. “just me?”
“just you,” you answer, totally blissed out. “only you.”
“fuck, look at me, baby,” he says, adjusting himself so that your eyes can lock. he tilts your head to the side, kissing you deeply as his thruts grow more and more haphazard. “i love you. love—... love you so much, fuck…”
one more good thrust and he’s done— painting your insides with his cum just as he promised. you feel perfectly full and content.
you can’t help but giggle. “so… should we do this every november?”
jiwoong would be intrigued and surprisingly attentive. At first, he’d glance over to make sure you were okay, and then he’d sit quietly, listening to the sounds you were making. If it was something funny or unusual, he might smirk to himself, finding the moment too precious to forget. He’d likely record a small snippet—not to embarrass you but to tease you lovingly the next morning. “You were having quite the conversation in your sleep last night,” he’d say with a teasing grin. However, if your mumbling sounded upset or worried, Jiwoong would immediately reach out, caressing your cheek gently and whispering, “It’s just a dream, love. You’re safe.” His calm, steady presence would be enough to make sure you slept peacefully.
장하오 zhanghao
zhanghao would find the whole situation amusing and irresistibly cute. When he hears you mumbling, he’d stop whatever he’s doing and lean closer, trying to catch what you were saying. If it sounded like you were saying words, he might even join in, playfully responding in a hushed tone, “Oh, really? Tell me more.” He’d treat it like a one-sided conversation, chuckling softly at how unaware you were. If you were completely unintelligible, he’d still find himself entertained, marveling at how endearing you looked in such a vulnerable state. The next morning, he’d bring it up with a mischievous glint in his eye, teasing you gently. “So, were you practicing for a debate in your sleep last night?”
성한빈 sung hanbin
hanbin would find your sleep mumbling heart-meltingly adorable. The moment he hears you muttering softly, he’d pause whatever he’s doing and lean in closer to listen, a fond smile spreading across his face. He might try to make sense of your words, whispering to himself, “What are you dreaming about?” If it sounded like you were dreaming of something silly or nonsensical, he’d chuckle quietly, feeling endeared by this rare glimpse into your unguarded state. If your tone shifted to something distressed, though, Hanbin’s protective side would kick in—he’d gently stroke your hair or whisper soothing words like, “It’s okay, I’m here,” until you seemed calm again. No matter what, he’d make sure you were tucked in snugly and comfortable.
석 매튜 seok matthew
matthew would instantly think it’s the funniest and cutest thing ever. He’d try so hard not to burst into laughter, covering his mouth to avoid waking you up, but his shoulders might shake with quiet giggles. If your mumbling was particularly strange or funny, he might whisper something like, “What are you even dreaming about?” just to amuse himself. At the same time, he’d find it so endearing that he’d lean in closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face and marveling at how precious you looked. In the morning, he’d tease you endlessly but in the softest way, laughing, “You were saying the weirdest things last night—do you even know what you were dreaming about?”
김태래 kim taerae
taerae would immediately be charmed by your sleep mumbling, his heart melting at how peaceful and vulnerable you looked. He might sit quietly for a moment, just watching you with a soft smile, trying to catch what you were saying. If your words didn’t make sense, he’d chuckle quietly to himself, thinking about how cute it was. If your mumbling sounded restless or distressed, Taerae would spring into action, softly humming a tune or even singing a quiet lullaby to soothe you. His voice would be calm and reassuring, and he’d hold your hand or gently stroke your hair to help you relax. In the morning, he’d bring it up gently, asking, “Were you dreaming about something funny last night? You were talking in your sleep.”
리키 ricky
ricky would be completely fascinated, though he’d act cool about it. The moment he heard your sleep mumbling, he’d perk up and lean closer, trying to figure out what you were saying. If it was something funny or nonsensical, he’d smirk to himself, tempted to record it but ultimately deciding against it. Instead, he’d memorize the funniest parts to tease you about later. In the morning, he’d casually bring it up with his trademark playful confidence: “You were saying some pretty weird stuff in your sleep last night. Should I be worried?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a grin, “It’s cute, don’t worry.” Deep down, he’d find the whole thing incredibly endearing.
김규빈 kim gyuvin
gyuvin would have no filter—if your sleep mumbling was funny, he’d burst into laughter almost instantly. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giggling, even if it risked waking you up. If you stirred, he’d try to stifle his laughter, whispering, “Sorry, sorry, it’s just—you were saying the weirdest things!” He’d lean in closer, hoping to catch more of your words, and might even attempt to interpret your dream based on what he heard. If you woke up and caught him laughing, he’d try to explain through his giggles, “You were having the funniest conversation in your sleep!” While he’d definitely tease you about it later, he’d still find the whole thing ridiculously cute.
박건욱 park gunwook
gunwook would be both curious and shy about the whole situation. Hearing you mumbling in your sleep, he’d tilt his head and listen carefully, trying to make sense of it. If it sounded funny or random, he’d quietly laugh to himself, thinking about how adorable you looked. However, if it seemed like you were dreaming about something stressful, he’d gently nudge you or whisper softly, “It’s okay, I’m here,” hoping to comfort you without waking you up fully. He might spend a few extra moments watching you sleep peacefully afterward, his heart full of affection. In the morning, he’d tease you lightly, saying, “So, what kind of dream were you having last night? You were mumbling a lot.”
한유진 han yujin
yujin would be caught between confusion and amusement. At first, he’d stare at you, blinking as he tried to figure out what you were saying. “What are you even dreaming about?” he’d whisper to himself, shaking his head with a small smile. If your mumbling sounded particularly strange, he’d quietly laugh, covering his mouth so he didn’t accidentally wake you. If he couldn’t understand what you were saying, he’d just let it slide and watch you for a moment, thinking about how funny and cute you were. The next morning, he’d shyly bring it up, saying, “You were talking in your sleep last night… Do you even remember what you were dreaming about?” If you got embarrassed, he’d reassure you with a shy laugh, “No, it was cute, really!”
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it was bright outside, the afternoon light was doing that thing where it made everything look soft like a haze. you were lying across the couch with gunwook and you were comfortable. your back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around your waist. one of his hands was playing with your fingers while the other rested on your hip with his thumb drawing these lazy figure 8s against your shirt.
you noticed that he’d been quieter than usual today, it wasn’t in a bad way though. more like he was lost in his own little world. you could feel it in the way he kept nuzzling into your neck and then pulling back slightly like he was trying to work something out in his head.
“wookiee, you’re being weird,” you said finally as you turned your head to try and catch a glimpse of his handsome face.
“no i’m not.” he said but his voice had that tone. yk the one he got when he was definitely thinking about something and trying to figure out how to say it.
“you’ve been extra close cuddly for like an hour not that i mind. it’s just way more than usual.” you squeezed his hand and he responded by tightening his arms around you. “what’s going on in that head, hm?”
he was quiet for another second as his breath warm laid against your neck. “gyuvin sent a video to the group chat earlier.”
“okay…?”
“so, the was this little girl,” he started, his voice went gentle in a way that made your chest feel weird. “she was maybe three or four and was tiny. she was trying to sing one of our songs but she kept messing up the words. she was so confident about it though. like she was performing at tokyo dome or something. and she had all her stuffed animals lined up as her audience. then at the end she did this really deep bow and said thank you for coming.”
you smiled because you could already picture it. “yea that does sound adorable.”
“i watched it so many times.” he smiled at the thought of the video, his hand stopping its movements on you. just resting there now with his palm warm through your shirt. “i couldn’t stop thinking about it, y’know. what it would be like to have a daughter like that.”
your heart did multiple somersault inside your body, it began to race at where he was going to say next. butterflies blooming inside your stomach. “gunwook…”
“i just kept imagining it all day.” he said, the words came out quieter now. “during practice and in the car on the way here. where there would be this little girl who’d be ours. and we could teach her random stuff like how to kick a soccer ball or letting her stand on my feet while we dance silly around the living room.” his arms tightened around you and you could feel his heartbeat against your back. it was way faster than normal like he was anticipating something, like he was nervous.
“…then i kept thinking about coming home to both of you.” his voice cracked slightly on the words. “her running to the door yelling appa and just launching herself at me. and you’d be there too and it would just be. i don’t know. cozy and sweet to have something like that.”
your throat felt tight and hoarse at what he said. then you managed to say, “you’ve really been thinking about this a lot.”
“i can’t help it.” he admitted to you, turning his face so his nose brushed against your cheek. “that video just made it all feel so real. like i could actually picture it and see us with this tiny person who’d have the best parts of both of us.”
his hand found yours again as he laced your fingers together and holding on tight. “well i’d say it would be a give then that she’d definitely have you completely wrapped around her finger.” you said softly as your lips let out a smile.
gunwook laughed quietly. “no doubt. i wouldn’t even pretend to put up a fight.” then he went quiet again. you could practically feel him working up to say something. his body tensed slightly behind yours and his breathing changed entirely. “let’s have one.” the words came out so simple like he was suggesting getting takeout or watching a movie.
“what!?” you twisted in his arms to actually look at him. his eyes were bright and earnest behind that soft expression. gosh he was completely serious.
“let’s have a daughter.” he said again with his eyes seemingly sparkling at the words and a smile grew on his face. his hands moving to your waist to keep you facing him. “like now or maybe soon. i know we haven’t really planned anything but i just. i really want this with you.”
you stared at him trying to process the sudden left turn this lazy afternoon had taken. “gunwook you can’t just decide you want a baby because you saw one cute video.”
“it’s not just the video though.” he insisted, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “okay maybe the video was what really made me think about it. but i’ve wanted this for a while. i want that future with you.”
his eyes searched yours and you could see how much he really meant it. his thumb brushed across your cheekbone. “a little girl who we can love and teach things to and watch grow up. i want to be the one who teaches her everything and yeah maybe scares away boys when she’s older.”
“ok you are getting a little bit ahead of yourself.” but you were smiling despite the way your heart was racing. because looking at him now with that hopeful excited expression it was impossible not to get caught up in it at least slightly.
“can you maybe just think about it.” he said pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms around you again. “that’s all i’m asking. just think about us and about having a tiny human who’s half you and half me.”
you settled back against him. your mind spinning but your chest feeling strangely warm. “you really want a daughter don’t you.”
“yes i do, very badly.” he admitted without hesitation his voice soft against your ear. “i want her to have your eyes. and i want to learn how to braid her hair even though i’d probably be terrible at it.”
his fingers traced patterns on your back now. “we’d have to actually sit down and plan though. like really thoroughly talk about it.”
“i know.” he agreed readily. “we can talk about it as much as you need to. i just needed you to know that i want this with you. for whenever you’re ready.”
you turned your head to look up at him. he was already watching you with those warm brown eyes of his. he looked completely open and vulnerable, he definitely had a bad case of baby fever. “you saw one video of a cute kid and fell apart.”
he grinned unashamedly. “yes. that little girl destroyed me. inside out. she was wearing this tiny dress with flowers on it and her hair was in these little pigtails.” his expression went soft again. “i just kept thinking about our daughter. what she’d look like.”
“wow…you sure do have baby fever. it’s ridiculous.”
“no. i am just ridiculously ready to be a girl dad.” he countered. his arm tightening around you. “come on just imagine it for a second. her room with whatever color she wants. and filled with books, toys and those little glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. thenn she’s coming home on hard days and she’d tell me about school. who she played with and what she had for snack.”
his voice had gone dreamy again as he continued. “then we could make cookies together on holidays and letting her decorate them even though she’d use way too much frosting. then for her birthday parties and all her little friends.”
you felt your chest tighten at how clearly he’d imagined all of this. “one daughter.” you said finally. softly. “with your smile and your big heart.”
gunwook’s arms tightened around you. his face pressing into your hair. “she would be the cutest daughter in the entire world. no doubt.” his voice was muffled but you could hear the smile in it. “you thinking about it? for real?”
“hmmm, maybe.” you admitted. “you made it sound pretty nice.”
“pretty nice?” he repeated, mockingly offended. “i just painted the most beautiful picture of our future daughter and you say it’s just pretty nice.”
“okay it was very nice.”
“ok that’s much better.” he settled back down as he pulled you closer. “so that’s a maybe? are we at maybe?”
“we’re at the we’ll talk about it seriously later level.”
“i’ll take it.” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “but just so you know i’m gonna be thinking about this constantly now. i’m gonna start looking at baby names.”
“gunwook.”
“and tiny shoes. have you seen baby shoes? they’re so small.” his voice was full of wonder.
you laughed against his chest. feeling the rumble of his own quiet laughter. “omg, you’re still going?!”
“leave me alone… i’m so ready” he mumbled back ignoring you’re shock at his continuous response with fantasizing about his future daughter. his hand moving to rest on your stomach. it was just resting there warmly. “our daughter will be so loved.”
and wrapped up in his arms with his heartbeat steady beneath your ear you let yourself imagine it too. just for a moment. a little girl with his smile and your determination. tiny hands and bright eyes. “yeah.” you said softly. “she really will be.”
gunwook made a satisfied sound. his body relaxing completely. “can we take a nap now? all this future planning is exhausting.”
“but we didn’t plan anything.”
“it was all the thinking and emotional labor.” he mumbled. already sounding half asleep. “wake me up later so we can look at baby names together.”
“you’re serious about that?”
“i’m completely serious.” his words were getting slower and muc sleepier. “im gonna be the best girl dad ever. just you wait.”
kim gyuvin x fem!reader x shen ricky
cw: explicit smut (obviously), semi-public sex (in the sleeping quarters of ur library), oral sex (m!receiving), pussy rubbing, face fucking, hair pulling, threesome, poly dynamics, dirty talk, power play
note: finally finished with my finals!!!! here's some super late ricky birthday blowjob
ricky and gyuvin has always been rivals—academic, sports, journalism. whatever you can think of, they have probably fought each other about it.
except when it comes to you.
you’re the one thing they seem to share, albeit in secrecy. as long as no one else knows, they’ve reached an uneasy truce.
one of your professors cancelled your afternoon class and you found yourself entangled with ricky's hands fondling your chest and gyuvin's plump lips sucking your inner thighs.
everyone on campus knows the affection these two have for you. how their gazes soften, how their tempers dull whenever you're around. they think it’s one-sided admiration, the kind reserved for someone as angelic and untouchable as you.
naive. pure. innocent.
if only they knew.
if only they knew it was you who taught ricky how to kiss like his life depended on it. you who made gyuvin beg with just a tilt of your hips. you’ve had them both unraveling.
panting, possessive, ruined—since the beginning.
you let out a whiny moan, hips grinding against gyuvin's face to finally let him know that you’re desperate for any friction he can give you.
"shit, you smell so good, y/n-ah," he savors his time and smells you more before coming to a decision. "it's ricky's birthday today!” gyuvin gleams as if he didn’t just dive into your covered core earlier, “why don’t you suck this pretty face’s dick and show him how much you worship him, hm?”
"fuck, yes, yes, please," you beg as you start unbuckling ricky's pants. "can i suck your pretty cock, ricky?"
ricky bites his lower lips as he scans your current position. you're on all-fours though your arms do little to no help with how gyuvin's now rubbing your clothed core and you trying to muffle your whines. you look at ricky with those desperate eyes he's sure he's the only one who can make you do it—and he's right about that.
"ricky, please? hngg... gyu-gyuvin.... ah," your half-lidded eyes meet ricky's and he almost lost it then and there.
"hm? i don't think so, sweetheart," he places his thumb and index finger at your chin so you'd look back at him again. "not when you're moaning that man's name," he spat, giving gyuvin a dismayed glare.
gyuvin smirks, removing his hands from your heat. "be thankful it's your birthday, shen."
you whine at the loss of friction, your hips grind at the air, hoping that gyuvin would rub you again.
"'m sorry, ricky. wanna suck you so bad, can i?" you try again, your voice was pleading, full of desperation. god. you want to taste his pretty cock now.
he smiles at you, satisfied at your begging. he frees his dick from the constraints of his pants and underwear and gives it a few short strokes before swiping the head of his dick at your sweet, juicy lips.
you close your eyes at the movement and eagerly open your mouth to greet his manhood.
the moment he pushes in, you give his tip a teasing suck, slow and testing, before taking half of him into your mouth. he’s not as thick as gyuvin, but long enough to nudge that spot in the back of your throat when he’s deep. you wrap your hand around the part you can’t reach, using your tongue to swirl and tease every inch you can.
“fuck,” ricky hisses, hands threading into your hair and tightening. “just like that, baby.”
behind you, gyuvin shifts. you barely register it before you feel the mattress dip and his voice low in your ear.
“fuck her mouth, shen,” he says, voice rough. you glance to the side and find him standing beside you, lazily stroking himself at the sight.
ricky snorts, but there's no real venom in it. “don’t tell me what to do, kim,” he mutters, his voice filled with bane when he mentions gyuvin’s last name–and then–his hips thrusts forward.
you gag slightly as he sinks deeper into your throat, tears pooling in your eyes. you moan around him, the vibrations making ricky groan. his grip tightens in your hair, anchoring you, hips finding a rhythm that has you drooling down your chin.
“god,” gyuvin groans, jerking himself faster. “you see her? fucking desperate.”
you want to disagree with gyuvin, to tell him how you’re still a model student after all this. you want to tell them that this look of you is reserved for them–for ricky and gyuvin. but you can’t. not when ricky’s deep inside your throat, absolutely abusing your mouth as his dick plunges even deeper and faster.
the look on his pretty face is a sign that he’s close to coming, close to ruining your face with his cum.
for a moment, you try your hardest to get out of his hands’ iron grip on your head and look at ricky’s eyes with your most innocent gaze. he looks back at you confused.
“ricky, cum inside my mouth, okay? wanna swallow.”
gyuvin closed his eyes and lets out a shaky moan after hearing what you said, his grip on his dick now tighter as he watches ricky slam his cock back into your warm and sweet mouth.
“fuck, y/n,” ricky starts but his voice is ragged, breathing uneven as he chases his orgasm again. “where did you learn that? so hot–shit,” his hips faltering, the rhythm he built earlier now lost, the remaining drive for his thrusts is the eagerness to see you swallow his cum.
since you can’t talk, you used one of your hands to point at gyuvin who was smiling wickedly.
“fuck you. don’t teach my princess phrases like that,” you’re surprised ricky still has the energy to bicker with gyuvin after all the sucking you did.
“our princess,” gyuvin corrects, “don’t act like you didn’t like it, shen.”
ricky didn’t respond. instead, he chokes out a groan so deep and guttural it vibrates down to your core. his hips jerk forward one last time and then still, every muscle in his body going taut as he spills into your mouth. hot. thick. you swallow without hesitation, greedy, humming around him just to feel him twitch in your throat.
he holds you there, cock still buried deep in your mouth, as his breaths grow shallow and shaky.
“…shit,” he finally exhales, looking down at you, dazed and ruined. “you’re gonna kill me.”
“happy birthday, ricky,” you smile sweetly around him, eyes still wide and wet.
behind you, gyuvin groans again. “you’re both so fucking hot,” he murmurs, stroking himself faster now, the image of you swallowing ricky's cum burning into his memory. “move aside, ricky. my turn.”
