genre. fluff.
warnings. neck kisses. gunwook is extremely cute and i'm extremely delusional and in love with him. mention that reader wears makeup and dresses.
pairing. gunwook x fem!reader.
wc. 700.
request. no.
a/n. i saw gunwook like indirectly kiss taerae's neck and it made me think of just how much of a neck kisser he would be 😭 and if you know me you know i'm a neck girl and that just made me so delusional like i'm feral rn it's not okay??? also can we talk abt how fucking cute gunwook's rosy cheeks are LIKE HES THE CUTEST EVER IM GONNA CRY.
“why are you getting all pretty? you going somewhere?” the tired husky voice of your boyfriend makes a smile start to form on your lips. gunwook had been sleeping peacefully until 2 minutes ago, hugging your pillow to his chest, still tangled under the sheets. you wished you could’ve stayed in bed with him, but you had a meeting early in the morning.
“just a work meeting. wish i could’ve slept in with you, wook.” you glanced up at him apologetically through the mirror, frowning at his sleepy pout and messy hair.
“not fair…”
“i know, baby. but i’ll be back in 2 hours and then we can cuddle.” you assured him, finishing the last touches on your makeup and hair. you turned around to face gunwook properly, ruffling his bed head as you stood up.
“can’t you just stay?” gunwook asked, following you to your closet like a lost puppy.
“it’s an important meeting…” you tried your best to stay firm and not let your boyfriend have so much affect over you. but it was hard, especially when he started planting small kisses on your neck as you sifted through your hangers to find a dress. you felt a small nip land to the dip in your shoulder and neck and you gasped.
“gunwook!” you hadn’t realized he was this clingy this morning. he didn’t stop despite your reaction, pressing a softer kiss over the spot he had nibbled. you willed yourself to not get too focused on his lips on your skin, to instead figure out what you were going to wear to your meeting. but he made it so hard to even remember why you were trying to get up in the first place.
“wouldn’t you rather just stay here? with me? and bulbasaur?” he pleaded, pressing a kiss to your neck between each word. you smiled at the mention of his bulbasaur plush that you had gotten for his birthday— he slept with it every night, opting to cuddle it when you couldn’t sleep with him.
you gripped the side of a navy blue dress, hanging on your last thread, gunwook seconds away from snapping it. was the meeting more important than your clingy boyfriend? did you actually want to spend the morning in a room with a bunch of grumpy middle-aged men when you could be cuddling with your boyfriend?
“you’re lucky you’re cute in the morning…” you sighed, dropping your hand from the dress, and your boyfriend knew he had won. you could feel his victorious smile against your neck as he pressed one last kiss behind your ear. and then he started steering you towards the bed until you both fell onto the soft mattress, him laying on top of you. he nuzzled his face in your chest and closed his eyes, completely content now that he was sure he had you for the entire morning.
you looked at his sleepy face, dark hair falling over his eyes, cheeks dotted with rosy stains, cherry lips formed into the most beautiful smile. you brushed his bangs away from his face, feeling his warm skin underneath the palm of your hand. god, he took your breath away even when he wasn’t doing anything.
“since you made me miss my morning meeting, at least give me a kiss.” you nudged his chin with your hand, and he opened one eye to look up at you. he didn’t waste time after hearing your request, quickly picking himself up to hover over you and press his soft lips to yours. he sighed, finally being able to taste your lip gloss that he had watched you apply minutes ago. he had been tempted to steal a kiss from you then as well, but he was considerate enough to not ruin your makeup until he was sure you were his for the morning.
gunwook’s lips always felt like pure bliss against yours. the weight of his body on top of you was like a weighted blanket, and you were determined to not move from the position for at least another hour. gunwook was right, you would always much rather spend the morning with him… and bulbasaur.
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🌙 reader struggles to come to terms with the enormity of her feelings for gunwook.
PAIRING ✨ gunwook x fem!reader
GENRES & AUS ✨ non idol!au, established situationship?, angst??, fluff, happy ending
WORD COUNT ✨ 3.1k
WARNINGS ✨ sex - MDNI, im part of the gunwook noona lover agenda (sorry not sorry)
SOUNDTRACK ✨ supernatural - ariana grande
AUTHOR’S NOTE ✨ i haven't written smut for years and years, so i hope this is okayyy
"Close your eyes," you say, smiling to yourself when he does it immediately.
You shift your weight, straddling him, and his hands tighten on your hips.
He giggles when you start brushing his cheek, his eyes crinkling. "Tickles."
"It's blush," you say. "Not that you need it."
"Ha—you love it when I blush," he protests. And he's right, of course.
"Yeah. I do."
He sits still and lets you put blush and eyeliner on, with minimal protest. When the eyelash curler comes into play, he tackles you to the couch, pinning you down.
"Do not use this torture device on me," he smirks, fingers finding the sensitive spots at your sides, making you squirm.
"Alright, I give," you laugh breathlessly, and he lets you move back to the previous position.
You dab his pretty lips with tinted lip balm, and as much as you would have loved to see him looking ridiculous, he's annoyingly gorgeous. If a little more feminine looking.
"Done," you say, and Gunwook blinks up at you, pulling you closer.
"Am I pretty now?" he jokes, batting his uncurled lashes, making you laugh quietly.
"Honestly, yeah, you are. I wish I had gone for a more clown-ish look."
He smiles as you wipe the makeup off in soft strokes, looking content and predictably a little flushed. In a few minutes, he has to get in the shower and get ready to go out with the gang, which is what prompted the improvised makeup session in the first place. You can't go out tonight because you have work in the morning.
It doesn't bother you at all that he's going; it'll be fun, and it's important that you do things separately sometimes.
But a part of you wishes you could keep him for the night, all to yourself.
"I can't believe you let me put makeup on you," you say, your voice laced with more fondness than you want to admit. "Can I paint your nails next time?"
Gunwook looks at you, with his eyes half-open, leaning into your touch.
"Noona, I think I would let you do almost anything," he says, earnestly, making you slow to a halt.
The makeup's gone at this point, and he looks so beautiful, soft and blushing in the low light. Bare, in an almost vulnerable way, and you're so grateful to see him like this. The urge to kiss him becomes overwhelming, and he smiles into it, his hands moving to press you into him.
He inhales through his nose, humming against your lips. You break it to place kisses all over his face and throat, making him gasp and giggle, and eventually bury his face in the crook of your neck.
"You have to go," you mumble, threading your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.
"Join me," he says, lips on your skin.
"You're already late," you smile. "Otherwise, you know I would."
He pouts when he pulls back, and it's too tempting not to kiss him again, so you do.
"Your words and your actions don't match," he teases.
"I'm crazy like that."
When he gets out of the shower, even the faint hint of eyeliner is gone completely. He looks at you surprised, in the reflection of the mirror, when you come in and hug him from behind.
"You really don't want me to go, huh?"
You shake your head no, with a brief kiss to his shoulder. "I want you to, really."
He looks at you in the mirror while putting something in his hair.
"I like when you're clingy."
"Am not," you say, making no move to let him go. Eventually, though, you have to, so he can get dressed.
When he's finally about to leave, you can't help but thread your fingers in his belt loops. He looks so good, it's unreal.
"Come find me later?" you say, half joking, since he really has no choice when you're in his apartment. But he sees through it, like he does so often. When you sleep on his side of the bed when he can't be there, like you will tonight. When you leave little notes in his bag, even if the wording is casual enough. When you try not to show too much, but end up showing your hand anyway, one way or another.
"I can't wait to find you," he smiles, warm hands on the skin of your hips, under the shirt.
"I'm not waiting up," you say, stubbornly, pulling him in.
"Mhm," he smirks, and kisses you goodbye like he has something to prove.
If it were up to Gunwook, he would have liked be your boyfriend. Officially.
He knows not to push it, though. You're easily spooked, and the nameless, undefined thing you two have going right now seems to be working fine. He's okay with it, even if he knows deep down—and has for some time now—that he loves you.
He's young, of course, and he can't ever forget that, because it's your biggest insecurity around him. But he knows, in some primal and pure part of himself, that he truly loves you. Even if it's stupid, naive, and reckless.
Matthew smirks at him when he finds them at the bar. "Leave the missus at home today?"
And Gunwook doesn't even want to fight it, he wishes he could tell the whole world that you were his and he was yours. So he goes 'yup', with a shameless little smile, and Matthew laughs happily.
Your common friends already know that you two are going out, but it hasn't been put into such precise words. It's a thing. It's happening. But you're still so hesitant, and it's frustrating for Gunwook, because he wants it all.
Also, you seem to be holding back for his sake. Somehow. He follows the logic, but it doesn't matter to him that there's an age difference. If anything, he kind of likes it.
Maybe he enjoys a challenge and getting to prove himself to you.
"Ukie, back to earth," Matthew grins, poking his side. He must have been spacing out again.
It's hard not to have drifting thoughts when he knows you're in his apartment right now, sleeping in his bed. He loves his friends, and it's always fun to hang out with them, but the way you were acting tonight made him fall even harder. He almost can't wait to come back home and find you in his sheets, like a present just for him.
He wants to hold you in his arms and smell your hair and your addicting perfume. Feel the curves of your body, like you were made for him to wrap himself around and hold close.
"Guys," he says, after two rounds of pool and what feels like a lifetime of hours. "I'm calling it a night."
The statement is met with mild protests, but he waves at them on the way out and sees it in their eyes; they all know why he's leaving. It's lucky they're drunk and nice enough not to tease him about how he's a simp and too far gone.
He finds you in his bed, as promised.
You're on his side, holding onto a pillow in your sleep, and when he puts his phone very quietly on the nightstand, you blink up at him sleepily.
"Ukie?" you say, your voice rough with sleep, and he didn't want to wake you but relishes in these moments.
"Baby," he whispers, undressing unhurriedly. "Sorry, I tried to be quiet."
It's so domestic, it makes Gunwook's heart ache with longing. You stretch out in the bed, hum contently, and reach out for him.
You're so much more unrestrained when you're sleepy, like you forget all the things that normally hold you back.
For Gunwook, it's easy. He looks at you with unbridled love, the glow of your skin in the dark room, the soft rise and fall of your body as you breathe.
Tomorrow you'll leave for work (it's closer from Gunwook's apartment), and you get to pretend that the reason you stayed over was mostly practical. But you both know the real reason.
"Hey," he says, voice low, after climbing into bed and finding the soft dip of your hips under the covers. "Come here."
He almost can't see it in the low light, but you smile at him, like a cat in the sun, relaxed and happy. You find his hand and hold on to it, still smiling when he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
He's not even drunk, but his senses feel so heightened. You pull him closer in the kiss, hands running up his sides and legs intertwining with his. If you didn't have work in the morning and get up in just a few hours, Gunwook would have fucked you how you deserve, deep and hard and loving, and made you forget all your doubts and worries, at least for a while.
Instead, he melts into your embrace, and is grateful that he gets you like this, for a few hours until you have to go.
In the morning, you almost can't tear yourself away.
You wake to the feeling of Gunwook's strong arms around you and his soft breaths on your neck. It's too hot, borderline uncomfortable, and you're usually not the type to cuddle in bed because of this.
Gunwook must be the exception though, because you find yourself curling into it, hands on top of his under the covers. It's nice, and you gets lost in the smell of him all around you, spicy and warm.
"Morning," comes his gravelly voice, as he pulls you to him and smiles into your neck.
"Morning, babe," you say, squeezing his huge hand.
He kisses the back of your neck and your shoulder, hooking a leg over yours. His hands travel until he's cupping your chest, and groans in that way he does. Hoarse from the night and soft from the morning.
You twist in his grip to face him, and can't help the way your body reacts to him instantly. Gunwook has never tried to be less than he is, for better or worse he never hides what he's feeling. His eyes show everything, and his cheeks always give him away, especially like this, flushed down to his chest with desire.
"Want you," he says, plainly, pulling you against him again. "So much."
He's hard under your fingers. His pupils are so big, tracking your lips when you say it. "Fuck me. Please."
Maybe he knows that the only way you can cope with all the affection he displays is if it precedes sex, so you can pretend that still is what this is about.
He smirks at the request, confident and bashful simultaneously. A Gunwook staple.
"Come here."
Then he's on top, moving you gently to the middle of the bed and letting your lips melt together in a kiss that's much too tender.
It's early, so maybe you don't think that much; just let him take care of you like the romantic he is.
He knows your body well enough now that it's easy for him to get you weak, with his stupidly large hands and pink cheeks, pressing himself against you so you can feel all of him.
"Gunwook," you sigh, in a plea to get him to stop teasing, making him smile and kiss you again.
"What's the rush?" he mumbles, fingers finally finding their way to where you want him most, snickering at the moan that follows.
"Have to get to work," you remind him, pulling at his hair and making his eyes close in pleasure.
"You're so..." you start, gasping at the pressure of his hands.
"So...?" he teases.
"So good at this."
It's true, and it has the intended effect; the slow spreading smile on his lips and visible pride in his eyes, hips stuttering against your thigh.
You don't have a lot of time, and you know he would have loved to drag this out, but he understands. So he tugs his boxers off and gives himself a few strokes, looking at you intensely.
"You're beautiful," he says, dipping down for one more kiss before he pulls your panties to the side, and feels your wetness all over his fingers.
"Fuck," he mumbles, experimentally pushing one finger into you.
You gasp at the sensation, and Gunwook's eyes darken further, pushing another finger to follow.
"God, you drive me crazy," he breathes, withdrawing his hand and positioning himself between your legs.
It's far from the first time you have sex, so one would think you would have gotten used to his size at this point. You haven't. It's the same delicious stretch, and you moan when he finally bottoms out.
The look of restraint on his face could almost make you come then and there. His brow is furrowed, hair hanging over his face, necklace glittering in the faint light. The span of his wide shoulders and the tremble across his skin as he breathes, trying to steady himself, is so goddamn sexy. You feel yourself flutter around him, and he groans, fluidly dragging himself out and pushing in again.
He moves so controlled and beautiful, rolling his hips like a wave crashing to the shore, and it feels fucking incredible.
"Fuck, Gunwook," you breathe, desperately clinging to his bicep. "You're perfect."
You don't know what possesses you to be so honest in the moment, but it makes his rhythm stutter, and he falls over you, moaning into your neck.
"N-Noona," he gasps, almost a whine, increasing his speed, hitting your g-spot in the new angle. He's everywhere, crowding all your senses, hands gripping you so hard it might leave marks later. It's everything you want, so you cling to him, arms around him to ground you both.
You shudder as one of his hands finds your clit, circling it in torturous precise motions.
"Ah–just like that," you gasp, bucking into him, right before white hot pleasure explodes in your body, and all you can do is chant his name in broken moans.
Gunwook fucks you through the orgasm but soon can't hold out any longer, groaning into your neck as he reaches his own climax inside of you.
He pants as he comes down, before pushing himself up on his arms to look at you, fucked out and so beautiful that it hurts a little.
You can't believe that the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen wants you like this, and sometimes it hits extra hard.
"You really have to go?" he says, making you groan and pull him to you again.
"Don't remind me," you reply, to Gunwook's soft laugh in your ear.
"I'll miss you," he whispers, kissing your collarbone.
You go to take a shower, now short on time, and when you finally emerge from the bathroom, the sight in front of you makes you stop in your tracks.
Gunwook sits on the edge of the bed, still just in his boxers, head in his hands. When he looks up at you, his eyes are suspiciously red around the edges.
"Ukie?" you say, confused and suddenly a little scared. "Are you okay?"
You go over to him and gently push him to lie back with you. Your hair is still wet, and he smiles sort of wistfully when a droplet hits his throat.
"I'm..." he starts, swallowing. Blinking. Avoiding your eyes.
"Talk to me," you plead, hugging him to your chest and threading your fingers through his hair.
"You'll miss work," he mumbles.
"Whatever," you retort, "I'll call in sick. Please tell me what's up?"
Gunwook sighs and sniffles a little.
"I can't say everything I'm thinking because no matter what, it comes back around to the fact that you think I'm too young for you. If I say too much or too little, I fear you'll turn it into a negative that reinforces that idea. It doesn't feel fair."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut.
"I want to be honest, I want to tell you how much I really like you and care for you, but I'm scared that you'll run away because you think it's too much or immature."
He braves a look at you, and now you can really see the sadness in his eyes.
"I want to be perfect for you, but I can't do anything about my age," he finishes. "I guess it just hit me after... What you said before."
K.O.
"Fuck," you breathe, quickly grabbing his hand to offer some reassurance. "I'm so sorry Gunwook, that's so unfair of me."
You realize now how, in your own worries and insecurities, you failed to consider how he would feel when you were so hesitant and unsure. It breaks your heart, and your chest tightens at how much thought he must have given it for him to spill everything like this.
"Hey, don't cry," Gunwook whispers, sitting up to wrap his arms around you.
"I really didn't mean for it to get like this," you say, voice thick and broken. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," Gunwook says, squeezing you in his arms. "Thank you for listening."
Somehow, after all that worrying, it was Gunwook who managed to be mature and speak his mind, not you. If he hadn't spoken up, maybe you would have lost all of this.
The thought is unbearable.
"Can you forgive me?" you whisper, and Gunwook gives your neck a quick peck.
"Of course."
You sit back, and you feel like you could lose yourself in his eyes and that little hint of a smile on his lips.
"Noona, listen. I really like you. And I think it's scary too, but this is what I want. Us."
You swallow, almost about to cry again. "Me too. I like you so much. It scares the shit outta me."
Gunwook laughs, and it heals you, piecing you back together.
"Okay, well. If you don't want me to call you my girlfriend and stuff, I won't do it, but–"
"Please do," you say, feeling yourself blush. "I'd love that."
He grins, pulling you into his lap. "Really?"
"Really."
He looks so happy it's ridiculous, and it's not like this fixes everything, but it's a great start. Time to get serious.
First though, you have some making up to do.
"I was kinda thinking that my perfect boyfriend could join me for another round in the shower," you smirk, giggling when his whole face flushes immediately. "If he'd be into that."
"I know for a fact there's nothing he wants more," Gunwook grins, in his classic cocky yet bashful fashion.
genre. fluff.
warnings. gunwook's a lil tease and lots of kissing. mention of superman gunwook cosplay (very much needs a warning).
pairing. gunwook x fem!reader.
wc. 739.
request. no.
a/n. we did it guys we're finally writing for zb1???? i never thought this day would come 😔
“Ugh, get off me.” You groaned, attempting to shove your boyfriend off of you, but failing miserably. Gunwook seemed deaf to your plea, and only tightened his grip on you, nuzzling his face in your neck.
“No, I’m tired and you’re comfortable.”
You let out a loud over dramatic sigh, glancing down at your boyfriend who easily covered your entire body. He was significantly taller than you.
“Do you have to lie right on top of me?” You asked quietly, sneaking a hand into his hair since you had such easy access.
“Yes.” He mumbled into your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Minutes passed by in silence as you continued to scroll through your phone, making peace with the situation. Gunwook seemed a little too quiet, though, and you looked back down at him. He was all curled up comfortably on top of you, legs tangled with yours, arms tightly holding onto your waist. He looked so peaceful.
“Are you asleep?” You whispered, poking his cheek. He groaned quietly, tightening his grip on you and shaking his head.
“Not yet.” He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with you before winking smoothly, which made you scoff and look back to your phone.
He frowned, “Why are you ignoring me? You’re probably just going to go watch edits even though your boyfriend is right here.” He complained. His former tiredness seemed to have slipped away.
“I’m not.”
“You are.” He insisted, “You were watching them earlier. You even searched them up.”
“I did not! They just show up on my feed.” You knew that you would ultimately lose in this battle, but you were determined to defend yourself for as long as possible. The truth was you had been watching edits of Gunwook on purpose, but who was to blame you? He was the one who had dressed up as Superman after all.
“It showed up because you’ve searched for them before.” He giggled against your neck. Your lips tugged upwards just slightly, endeared by his every mannerism. But you wouldn’t give up this easily. Gunwook had you wrapped around his finger, but your pride was still at stake.
“I only watch them because you would sulk if I scrolled past them. They’re not even that good.” You rolled your eyes to further sell your disinterest in the topic.
“I saw your saved folder.” He whispered, mouth right next to your ear, practically kissing it. Your eyes widened as your fingers slipped and your phone dropped. It landed on Gunwook’s back, and he let out a small “ow”. You had no time to apologise verbally, only rubbing your hand quickly over the spot your phone had hit.
“You did not see the folder!” You panicked, trying harder again to push him off of you. You cursed him in your mind for being so dedicated to building muscle at the gym with Matthew. He was too heavy for you to even budge.
“Just admit you like watching the edits, and I’ll get off.” His lips lifted in a mischievous smile.
You sighed, screwing your eyes shut as you mulled over your two options. Continue to deny and keep your pride, or admit to it and endure his teasing.
“Fine. I guess I do occasionally watch them.” You confessed, rolling your eyes as he let out a satisfied giggle.
“There. Was that so hard?” He beamed at you, finally crawling off your body to lie down on the other side of the bed.
“You’re impossible.” You muttered, rolling to your side, facing away from him. You had about 30 seconds of peace before you heard the sheets rustling as Gunwook scooted over to you again, lying his head down on the pillow as close to you as possible.
“Go away.” You urged, keeping your attention off of him for as long as possible— which was extremely hard, especially when you could still smell the shampoo on his hair from his shower earlier.
“Never.” He vowed, an annoyingly cute giggle escaping his lips and breaking every ounce of your willpower to continue to ignore him. You turned around, not wasting a second before peppering kisses all over his face. His laughter was uncontrollable and extremely contagious, and soon, you ended up on top of him, collapsed from your attack of kisses. You hugged his waist and buried your head in his chest, mirroring the exact same position he had been in minutes before.
↳ zerobaseone taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @okshu,, @chewryy,,
genre. fluff.
warnings. gyuvin is shirtless ‼️⁉️ n reader gets very shy. AND GYUVIN IS SO FLIRTY GOD. not proofread cause it's 6 am and i'm going to sleep but i'll fix it later if i have to skdjsk.
pairing. gyuvin x fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
request. requested by 🥟 anon for prompt #27: "eyes up here, idiot" ++ written for @blue-jisungs <3 (i forgot if this was a deal before or not but uhh ik im getting gunwook in return for finishing this so a win is a win 💪)
a/n. the zb1 delusions continue guys (send more in if u have any 😭‼️)
You had never been a fan of summer. The overwhelming heat, sticky sweat, and endless free time just clashed with you. As soon as summer started, you were already counting down the days until it would end, much preferring winter to it any year.
But, as you sat on the pool chair under an umbrella, you realized that summer might have at least one perk to it. And that was your boyfriend shirtless at the pool.
You had been dubious at the idea of swimming with your boyfriend’s friends when he suggested the idea to you that morning. It was only your second or third time hanging out with them, and you never particularly liked water activities. But all your prior reluctance seemed to have disappeared into thin air the second Gyuvin walked out of the house with iced lemonade in his hands and a very clear absence of any swim top.
You couldn’t help but blush at the sight. Truthfully, the most you had seen was him in a tank top as the weather got warmer. You were always one to take things slowly, and while you knew he worked out and definitely had muscles hiding underneath, you were never in a rush to see them. Maybe because you knew you would get flustered like you were now.
Gyuvin’s eyes searched for yours, as they always did when he was apart from you for any amount of time. His face brightened when he spotted you sitting cross legged on the pool chair, book in your lap, trying your best to look anywhere but him.
“Want some lemonade?” He asked as he walked over, holding a cool glass topped with a pink straw and a paper umbrella. The sun shined straight down on him, doing wonders to warm his skin tone to a rich golden colour, his chest and abdomen catching the warmth of it as well.
He had told himself he wouldn’t get his hopes up about your reaction to him being shirtless. He loved having an effect over you; it boosted his ego. But he didn’t want to be cocky. It was true that he had worked on his chest and abs a little harder specifically for you. Who could blame him for wanting to look nice for his girlfriend? He just wanted to match up to how pretty you were.
He didn’t miss the way you were avoiding eye contact, or the flush that was taking over your face. Now that he saw how shy you were, he couldn’t help the grin that spread to his face. You took the lemonade from him and used it as a distraction, although you snuck another peak at his stomach when he handed you the glass.
“The boys want to do a relay race. I’ll be back once I win!” He said cheerfully, leaning over your chair to give you a kiss on the forehead.
You let out a sigh of relief when he turned away from you, so sure you were going to completely melt into a puddle under his stare if he looked at you for even a second longer. Watching him from a distance was infinitely easier on your racing heart.
The boys did several rounds of relay races, and then started to play catch with some pool toys. You just watched them with a smile on your face. They were having fun, and you loved to hear your boyfriend’s laugh. He was on a team with Jiwoong, Yujin, and Ricky for a game of pool volleyball, and somehow, miraculously, they won against the others.
You saw Gyuvin cheer, hugging Ricky in celebration. It was cute how hard they celebrated just for winning a game of pool volleyball. Gyuvin then turned to you, grinning as your eyes met. You smiled at him and he beckoned you over to him, meeting you at the side of the pool.
You dipped your feet into the water, sitting on the poolside as the other boys got out to dry off. Gyuvin swam over to you, still somehow taller than you despite standing much lower in the water.
“Did you see I got the winning point?” He laughed, pushing his hair back off of his forehead as he got to the edge of the pool.
“I saw! It was a super close game.” You smiled as he wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the little distance between you two. “You know, you distracted me from my book.” You draped your arms around his bare shoulders, not minding how they were still wet from the water.
He started to smile, “Oh? How so, baby?” He teased, already knowing where this was going.
“How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re shirtless?” It was hard to even say it in front of him, the sight of his smirk widening making you blush. You would’ve run away from his teasing if you could, but he had you trapped, hands securely on your waist, keeping you close to him.
“Eye's up here, idiot.” His eyes twinkled as he lifted a hand to your cheek, feeling how warm it was. You couldn’t even think of a suitable defense to save yourself from the embarrassment given how your brain was short-circuiting. Not that Gyuvin gave you any time to respond regardless, much more focused on capturing your lips with his.
Seeing you shy only made him bolder, confidence bubbling in his chest more than it ever had before. Your blush was already the most adorable sight Gyuvin had ever seen, but to know it appeared because of him made his heart warm in his chest.
Summer’s biggest perk was definitely this. Shy giggles, flushed cheeks, and warm kisses shared in the pool with your (shirtless) boyfriend.
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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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genre. comfort. sickfic.
warnings. reader is sick specifically throwing up so don't read if you find that rly gross... some comments abt it being reader's first time sleeping over and the hyungs being extremely cautious lmfao. not proofread.
pairing. yujin x fem!reader.
wc. 1k.
request. requested by @theriizeler
a/n. i hope this makes u feel better dodo :(( first time writing yujin i hope i did okay he's rly such a sweetheart :( ppl need to write more for him cause i get not writing for him cause of his age but he's always skipped over...
“Ew…” Yujin mumbled, crouched on the floor of the bathroom with you as you heaved again. For this being your first time sleeping over (with extremely watchful eyes from Hao and Hanbin), it definitely was not going as planned. You had felt something was wrong the entire day, but your boyfriend Yujin was so excited to spend the night with you that you didn’t have the heart to cancel on him.
You should have trusted your gut, though, because now you were throwing up in the toilet in painful gags, your throat burning and a disgusting acidic aftertaste left in your mouth. Was it something you had eaten? Or maybe you had caught a stomach bug at school… You envied your boyfriend for evading it, though you guess it made sense. He rarely attended because of his schedule.
“Stay right there.” Yujin whispered, getting up and leaving the bathroom to find some water for you.
He didn’t have much experience taking care of someone since he was usually the one always being pampered and babied. He tried his best to recall what his mom and Hao had done when he had gotten sick, but the memory was foggy as he had mostly just slept until he felt better. They did force him to take some horrible-tasting medicine, though… God, did he have to persuade you to do that as well? He’d rather just die than possibly give you an excuse to despise him.
Once he was back with a bottle of water, he handed it to you and sat back down on the floor of the bathroom. It was almost 2 am by now, and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could see tears prickling at your lashes, and his absolute worst fear in the world was seeing you cry. He had no idea how he’d make the tears stop once they started.
You swished your mouth with the water and spat again into the toilet before taking a proper drink. The cool water soothed your burning throat, but it didn’t ease all the discomfort. You still felt like shit, and your stomach still hurt. Your head was also pounding, but it wasn’t as bad as the nausea.
You turned back to Yujin who’s eyes were blown big and confused, though you could tell he was worried about you. His under eyes looked tired and you suddenly felt really bad for waking him up to go puke in his bathroom. If you had been able to get up without disturbing him, then you would have. But he had fallen asleep clinging to you like a koala, and there was no way to escape his grasp without waking him up.
“I’m sorry… you should just go back to sleep.” You muttered, but Yujin was quick to shake his head.
“I can’t just leave you throwing up by yourself… I’ll stay until you’re ready to go back to bed.” He told you, stroking your hair gently. You tried to breathe steadily in hopes of stopping the urge to throw up again, but it didn’t work. You quickly pushed Yujin’s hand away from your face and discarded more of yesterday’s meal into the bowl. Both you and Yujin grimaced in sync, and he hesitantly pulled back your hair and stroked your back.
The tears that you had tried to keep at bay finally started to stream down your face. You hated everything about the situation. You felt awful, not just physically, but for ruining your first sleepover with Yujin like this. No one wanted to be sitting next to their girlfriend who couldn’t stop vomiting at 2 am.
“Don’t cry— please, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Yujin panicked. The only thing he could think of doing was offering you more water, which you took amidst broken sobs. He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, knowing that he always calmed down in your arms. Maybe it would help you, as well. Your sobs slowed a bit, in turn slowing down Yujin’s anxiously beating heart.
“Hey, what if I just get you a bowl? You can keep it by the bed and then you won’t have to stay here on the floor, hm? We can cuddle too… if you want?” You would’ve smiled at how cute Yujin’s suggestion was if you weren’t too focused on calming yourself down. You knew he was trying his best, and while he was a bit slow on ways to help (you were pretty sure there were some pills to help with nausea that Hanbin had bought last time Gyuvin had felt nauseous during a shoot, but you were certain that your boyfriend had no idea where they were stored), his presence alone was enough to make things a little better.
“Yeah… let’s just do that.” You agreed, standing up slowly. You flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth once more with water. While Yujin was getting a metal bowl for you, you brushed your teeth, relieved that your mouth no longer had the awful aftertaste of stomach acid.
Once you were back under the blankets on the mattresses that the older members had set up on the floor of the living room (which was almost too overkill as neither you nor Yujin would even think to attempt anything like that, protesting Hao’s carefully thought of set-up would’ve seemed even more suspicious), you felt your stomach ease a bit.
You curled up against Yujin’s chest, wanting nothing more than to be as close as possible to him. The soap and shampoo scents from his earlier shower lingered on his skin, and you were surprised at how effective it was in stopping your nausea and relaxing you. Your head was still pounding, but you’d take the pain over feeling sick. Maybe you would even be able to get some sleep again like this.
Your boyfriend kissed your forehead and started talking softly, trying to get you to fall asleep to the lull of his voice. It was extremely effective and you found yourself dozing off within minutes. You smiled when the last thing you heard Yujin say was a whispered “feel better soon, princess.”
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