#matthew imagines

[matthewswifeyx]

Y/N walking in on Matt changing <3

Warnings- Suggestive, pet names

I was sitting and my laptop in the kitchen, just trying to get some work done. Me and Matt had been separated pretty much the whole day, trying to get some progress with personal projects and other things.

I was just finishing up, and I heard a door close coming from Matt's room. It didn't mean anything, I just wanted to spend time with him. So i closed down my work and my laptop, then left it on the table.

I made my way to Matt's room, usually I knock. But we barely had seen each other today so I just burst through the doors.

"Hey Mat-" I pause. Matt was completely shirtless and his hair was ringing wet. He looked so hot. My mouth was hung open in awe.

"Hey sweetheart." He chuckled at my reaction.

Small droplets of water was still dripping down his chest to his tummy. It was a flustering sight. Matt was blushing at the vulnerability. He had a towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low. There couldn't have been a hotter sight.

"Do you want me to go?" I raise my eyebrows.

"No, you can stay, just turn around f'me." He said.

"Okay." I turn slowly and playfully look over my shoulder.

"Good girl." Matt muttered under his breath. I snorted at the comment and blushed.

"Maatt." I whined. He laughed at his silly comment and finished changing. When he did he tapped my shoulder, for me to turn around. When I did he grabbed me and fell onto his bed.

The rest of the night was just filled with more playful comments and kissing.

Banner credits to @issysh3ll <33

Hey guys!! I hope you really enjoyed this blurb! If you have any suggestions/requests please do not hesitate to send me a quick message, and i will try and get back to you asap! <33

[baseonezero]

Toxic - 석매튜

warnings: toxic relationship, matt is kinda an asshole, degradation, smut, manhandling, raw penetration (p in v), hair pulling, creampie

wc: 1.3k

a/n: to distract everyone while i work on other things 😇 and excuse the sloppiness of my writing

seok matthew was such an amazing friend — so what the fuck happened when you started dating him?

his behavior turned so nasty and he was unbelievably toxic.

you honestly couldn't do anything without matthew being right on your ass about it. nothing ever slipped past him and if you even dared to try to be sneaky, it turned straight into an accusation and then an argument.

matthew absolutely hated when you interacted with other men — especially those significantly taller than you. with him being only 5’7, it brought out this never to be seen insecurity that he had kept buried until he had started dating you.

to compensate for his height, he made sure to consistently workout, watching his diet so he could at least be big in some other way.

god forbid he ever catches you accidentally zone out at a conventionally attractive man who happened to be tall. he’d lash out at you—calling you a slut and asking if you were wet at the thought of getting your pussy blown out by a complete stranger.

he made sure to constantly remind you that absolutely nobody would love you the way he loved you. nobody could ever possibly make you feel as good as he did. whatever they can do, he can do better.

you, however, did not care. no matter how shitty matt would try to make you feel, he was never able to fully get into your head. you owed it all to the defiance you inherited from your mother.

so why the fuck would you stay with someone like him anyway? you weren't so sure yourself. maybe because he was hot? it could be the fear of losing someone you once cared about so much that held you back from leaving or the fear of losing the best sex you’ll ever have.

he was mean, but you were into it. sure it isn't healthy but hell, when could you ever find anything as amazing as this?

through mutuals, you became friends with some guy named gyuvin. you both had many similar interests and hobbies, allowing you two to click almost instantly.

of course, you’d have to keep this little friendship a secret because you didn't want to deal with matthew’s nagging or harsh words. as much as you liked it, it got annoying really quick sometimes. it depended on your mood or rather — how horny you were.

“who the fuck is that?” matt questioned as soon as you stepped inside the house.

maybe you should've taken an uber instead of letting gyuvin drop you off. on top of him dropping you off, you let him walk you to your doorstep.

you slipped your shoes off at the entrance. “don't worry about it,” you scoffed, pushing past him to go to your room.

he huffed in disbelief, quickly following behind you. “how long have you been letting him hit?”

and with that, you quickly turned around with your eyebrows furrowed. “huh?” your top lip lifted, agitated by your boyfriend's question.

“don't fucking act stupid. why else would you let some guy walk you down to the door of our house?” he stepped closer until you were face to face, his hand coming to the back of your head and pulling your hair back in a tight fist. “or is that ‘just a friend’?”

you winced at the stinging of your scalp, eyes staying on his. “yeah. that's exactly what he is,” you hissed, keeping your chin up.

“guess i’m gonna have to check for myself.” he gritted his teeth, dragging you fully into the room before pushing your cheek against the wall.

“what are you talking about?” you tried to push away but his hand already trapped yours behind your back, making sure you wouldn't be able to fight him off.

pushing your pants and underwear down your thighs in one go, his fingers found their way to your wet cunt.

“did he leave you like this?” he asked, spreading your arousal between your folds and onto your clit, starting off with small circles.

your thighs instinctively squeezed together, trapping his hand between them. “yeah he did all this without even touching me,” you spat, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

“but he’ll never make you cum the way i make you cum,” he lifted you bridal style with ease, taking you to the bed and dropping you there with no care.

with no chance to react, he completely stripped you of your pants and underwear, tossing them aside before moving himself between your legs.

his lips quickly smashed onto yours, sloppily making out with you as he rutted against your bare core.

the coarseness of his jeans created a delicious friction you would’ve never expected and you found yourself grinding against his movement, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

once he was hard enough, his hand rapidly yet clumsily flew to his fly, unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans to allow him to slip out of his pants. his briefs soon followed, his mouth and tongue never leaving yours.

he parted away from you for a second, a string of saliva attaching your mouths.

“you just love being a whore, don't you?” he held the base of his cock to guide his tip onto your glistening cunt, sliding it between your velvety folds. “just look at how wet you are,” he growled, amused and aroused by the image.

“so are you just going to stand there or—”

he slammed right into you, immediately shutting you up.

his groan sounded with your choke on a gasp, your hands gripping onto the dark gray sheets beneath you.

“god damn you’re so tight,” he sighed as he slowly slid out of you before ramming back into your cunt.

the roughness made your eyes fill with tears which only slipped down your cheeks as he pounded into you.

he was so relentless with the way fucked your pussy. he firmly pushed your legs back so he was sure to hit the spongy sweetness hidden in your cunt. it was less about actually making you feel good and more about making sure his ego was boosted by how loud he can make you moan out his name.

the bed creaked and the headboard hit the wall with the amount of force he was using, grunting and moaning at his own pleasure.

“mgnhhhohmgod matt—” you moaned out, eyes rolled to the back of your head, not being able to say or think of much else.

matt couldn't help but to smirk, feeling more confident than ever which only reminded him of one thing.

he paused for whatever reason, giving you just a few seconds to catch your breath before he went back to thrusting into you with no mercy.

“hey, what’s that asshole’s name?” he asked between pants, pushing one of your knees down to your chest.

“g-gyuvin..” you barely managed, having your arm draped over your eyes as you felt a knot form in your tummy.

“he could never make you feel this way.” he huffed, his thrusts growing sloppy as he felt himself grow closer to his own release.

“gonna cum—” you whined, flexing your abs as you finally came undone around him, hips jerking at the action.

matt soon followed, keeping still as he let his seed spill into your cervix.

he let a breath out as he slowly pulled out, watching the mixture of your juices drip out of your cunt.

“fuck,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

you didn't realize it until later but matt had filmed the last two minutes of it, showing off how he had filled you up with his load and sent it to gyuvin.

the read receipt showed he had seen it right after the video had been sent and you frantically tried to delete the video from the chat, even if you were too late.

right before your finger could hit the unsend button, gyuvin’s message had been sent.

‘let your bf know that i’ll accept the challenge lmao’

[032104]

MATTHEW IN A PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET RELATIONSHIP ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡☆ smau !

idol!matthew x idol!reader (female), y/n is faceless!! (lmk how i did, i think from here on out i’ll do it this way to make my works more inclusive)

other members: gyuvin gunwook

[hynzsn]

💭 PICK YOUR HOLE ★ 18+ MDNI

☆ ricky + jiwoong + matthew x male reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut, headcanons

-> twerkin’ 9 to 5 - matthew’s solo fic

-> treat me like a slut (coming soon) - jiwoong’s solo fic

-> BRAT (coming soon) - ricky’s solo fic

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

💭 thinking about them as your submissive boyfriends, lined up, their pants down and all three of their asses facing you, their needy holes winking at you as they wait for you to pound them with your big cock, the cock they’ll gladly fight over if you ask them to.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

☆ jiwoong the slut. he’s in the middle because he’s got the fattest ass and he’s definitely the sluttiest of them all. his hole already gaping from having his butt plug in there all day to fill the void of not having your cock fill him up today. he’s spreading his milky cheeks and showing you how ready his sloppy, gaping hole is for you. he’s the perfect fuck toy for your cock, he loves to lose all control and bounce on your cock, his cheeks squelching and clapping until you fill him up to the brim, his stomach bloating slightly at the sheer amount of cum inside of him. leaving him completely drained and used after you pull out and leave your cum oozing out of his wrecked hole.

☆ matthew your baby. being playful and wiggling his ass invitingly. it’s a sight that makes your mouth water and your cock twitch with need. he’s been learning how to twerk just to see your face when he shows you his new dance moves. he wants you to bury your face in his ass so he can twerk on your face. he’s a secretive slut that likes to tease and mask his need behind playful actions. he’s already fingered himself three times today at the thought of you. he just needs a little bit of you to be happy, let him give you a lap dance, let him wrap his arms around your neck and kiss you passionately as he bounces on your cock, or even better, let him ride your face as he jerks himself off and cums everywhere.

☆ ricky egotistical brat. impatient and looking at you over his shoulder with an expression that’s undoubtedly both a glare and a pout. ricky’s ass being the perkiest and tightest of the three. mr, “young, rich and handsome,” who wants you to loosen him up, pull his hair and fuck the mario coins out of him. come on, he’s been waiting all day. in his mind, someone as perfect as him shouldn’t even have to wait but for you he’ll do it. because if it’s not your cock inside of him, he doesn’t want it. if it’s not your hands on him, jerking him off, slapping his cheeks, fingering his tight hole, playing with his perky pink nipples, then he doesn’t want it. you’re the only person who’s good enough for him.

[zbis]

some legal line reaction to accidently ejaculating on your face

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut

jiwoong ⍣ ೋ

he was so lost in how good your mouth felt around him that he hadn’t realized he bucked his hips up and came on your face. well to be fair, he painted himself across your chest first and then made his way up so you can’t be too upset. he would breathe out still in post nut bliss and only snap out of it once you became a spluttering mess. “jiwoong!” you try to scold. he would feel bad for not giving you a heads up but now you look so pretty covered in his cum <3 “you knew what you were doing pumping my cock after taking it out your mouth” moves your hair out of your face and has no problem pumping the rest of his cum on you. has basically little to no remorse.

the main thing that turns him on is your gaging noises, loves hitting the back of your throat because it’s so tight.

matthew ⍣ ೋ

“ha- ha hm” he would be panting so hard trying to chase that high. probably is holding your head in place with one or both hands, slamming it into his crotch haphazardly. “fuck ah im-“ he groans out, letting his cum fill up your mouth. is too jaded to realize that he’s using your mouth as a fleshlight to fill bc it’s so warm that it feels too good to remove right away. once he realizes what he did he would remove his hands from your head immediately and push himself away slightly. is shocked at himself but also still turned on(?). studies your cum-covered face and gets hard again in an instant. apologizes for suffocating you but doesn’t apologize for the precum dripping down his cock as you look at him annoyed. “fuck it’s just- so hot”

secretly hopes that you drink up every last drop, though unintentional.

gyuvin ⍣ ೋ

is a whining, whimpering mess. he’s so sloppy it’s no wonder he came all over you. tries to move away once he feels it creeping up on him but fuck- you won’t let him go. questions how you know how to pleasure him so well. starts to rock his hips to keep up with your pace. would look away for a moment all flustered but feels your gaze on him and once he looks down is over. don’t look at him while your licking kitty stripes across his length. “fuck-“ is still rocking his hips as you pump him dry. once he’s calmed down he can’t look at you in the face afterwards. it’s only when you speak up that he sees what he’s done. “fuck im s’ sorry- I just-“

he can never go back to regular masturbating after this. can only get off with your mouth.

[taeyongdoyoung]

say yes (fearless)

summary: you're tired of being broke. so, when your rich bestie suggests something shocking, you are compelled to say yes... pairing: seok matthew x reader genre: best friends to sugar daddy/sugar baby to lovers, smut, light angst warnings: swearing, themes of wealth/poverty, money-related insecurities, sugar relationship, they have a whole contract, reader is older than matthew but he has an oppa kink 🤷 kissing, neck-biting, dom!matt, blowjob, praise kink, strength kink, spanking with a belt, established but not used safe word, bondage, unprotected sex, possessive!matt, FEELINGS author's note: happy belated matthew day! 💗 evidently, this was heavily inspired by matt's amazing song say yes and it also has some references to taylor swift's songs bc why not word count: 3k

Your best friend's driving you down the road as you wonder if he knows you sneak glances at him every once in a while. But he's just so damn cool when runs his hands through his hair, absent-mindedly making you want him…

"Wanna check out this new bookshop I told you about?" Matthew suggests casually.

"Oh, sure!" you agree. You've always been a sucker for books and Matthew knows that weakness of yours all too well.

He parks the car and you two go inside the cozy bookshop. After browsing through the shelves for a while, you find a book that strongly catches you interest. You really want to get it. Discreetly checking your wallet, you sadly realize you don't have enough money for it. Sighing to yourself, you are about to put it back on the shelf where you found it when Matthew grabs your wrist.

"Why are you putting it back?" he asks. "I can tell how bad you want it."

"It's nothing," you're embarrassed to admit the truth.

"You can tell me anything, you know?" Matthew insists.

"I…don't have enough money in my wallet right now," you confess, looking away.

"Let me get it for you."

You shake your head, trying to refuse. You know that Matthew's considerably more well-off than you and it's never been a problem when it comes to the solidity of your friendship. But in moments like these when he offers to buy you something so nonchalantly, it serves as a reminder of just how much money has affected the majority of your life.

"I don't need it," you respond but Matthew doesn't listen to you and hurries to the cash desk to get the book.

A part of you feels pathetic about not being able to afford a book. But a part of you is grateful that he's so chill about it. It's not like he gets anything in return. He's just…so nice to you for no reason.

Back in his car, Matthew hands you the book triumphantly. You accept it shyly because you would be crazy to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just consider it as a birthday gift."

"There are months until my birthday," you remind him with a chuckle.

"Not yours, my birthday was recently."

"What kind of logic is this? You're supposed to be receiving gifts for your birthday, not giving them."

"I genuinely feel better giving people things," Matthew shrugs.

"Can't say the same," you laugh. "I love receiving things. Sometimes I even debate signing up for one of those sugar daddy apps just so I could get my fill of being spoiled."

"Don't," Matthew scoffs seriously.

"What?"

"Don't go on those apps," he barks the order so easily it sends goosebumps down your spine.

"Why not?"

"They're probably filled with weirdos and scammers. You could just…" Matthew lets his thoughts trail in a dangerous direction.

"Just do what?" you curiously urge him to finish his sentence.

"Use me. You could just use me. I have so much money I don't know what to do with it all.

"Matt, no, you're my best friend, it doesn't feel right."

"In what sense?"

"In that…you are worth so much more to me than money."

"I know that," Matthew insists. "Do you have any other concerns?"

"Yeah. It sounds one-sided. You are not getting anything in return."

"Would it make you feel better if I came up with something?" he raises an eyebrow mysteriously.

What exactly does he have in mind?

"It would," the words are out of your mind before you can think twice about the whole proposal.

"Great, it's settled, then. I'm your sugar daddy," Matthew announces happily.

"But…I'm older than you," you blink in shock.

"It doesn't matter to me," he explains. "Do you want to go to mine and discuss things in further detail?"

"Erm, okay," you agree, even though this is all happening so fast you can barely process it.

Did your best friend whom you've been crushing on for ages just become your sugar daddy?!?!

When you arrive at Matthew's place, you are once again overwhelmed by a feeling of inferiority. You rarely go to Matthew's because the house is ridiculously large for one person. Everything is so sleek and white, the rooms practically smell like money. Secretly, you wish you could live with him. No, a part of you wishes you could be him. You know it's kinda a toxic thought to have but the truth is it's not even the financial thing. The way Matthew carries himself, his kindness, his sense of humour, his beauty, his intelligence, everything about him is just so appealing you can't help but admire him hopelessly. Until it doesn't seem so hopeless anymore.

"You want coffee? Tea? Water?" he asks politely, ever the welcoming host.

"Water's fine," you reply meekly. Even though you don't know what you're so nervous about. He's your best friend. There's nothing to be afraid of…Right?

As you take a couple of sips of water in the hopes it will calm you down, Matthew opens his laptop and starts typing something. Once he's finished and shows you what he came up with, you feel like you're about to pass out. Oh, he's serious about this.

Matthew wrote a wholeass sugar daddy/sugar baby agreement. Contract?! Detailing how rather than giving you money, he would prefer to take you shopping himself or buy you the things you want himself. And in return he just wants at least three dates per week. That hardly seems fair, you think.

He clears his throat, signifying the urge to say something.

"Feel free to raise objections or offer suggestions-"

"Isn't the traditional sugar relationship sexual in nature?" you inquire.

"Sometimes, but there are sugar daddies who simply seek companionship."

"I'm literally your best friend, you can have all the companionship for free."

"Exactly because we're best friends, I didn't put a clause about…well, sex."

"So, you're not interested in sex?"

"I didn't say that."

"You're not interested in sex with me?" you keep growing bolder with your questions.

"It's not my lack of interest in you that you should be worried about," Matthew whispers darkly.

"Then, tell me. What should I be worried about?" you tilt your head to the side.

"Fuck it," he mumbles quietly and crashes his lips against yours in a rough, almost violent kiss. You accept his advances a little too eagerly, letting him fuck your mouth with his tongue. God, this is insane. He bites your lower lip harshly, as you dig your fingers in his hair. He's so beautiful you feel like you're being consumed by him. Matthew suddenly grabs you by the hair, tilting your head backwards so that your neck is exposed. Biting and sucking onto your skin, leaving marks as if to mark his territory. It drives you mad. But you can't get enough. Pulling him closer to you and wrapping your legs around his lower back as he pushes you into the couch. This is crazy.

Tragically, Matthew breaks the passionate spell just as suddenly as he started it. He stands up abruptly and runs a hand through his messsy hair.

"Apologies," he blurts out, sounding so prim and proper. You hate it. "This behaviour wasn't very…gentlemanly of me."

"Oh, shut up," you roll your eyes. "You want this. I want this. What's stopping you?"

Matthew sighs and sits down next to you again.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship," he confesses. "Sex complicates things."

"And being in a sugar relationship doesn't?" you scoff sarcastically. "I think our friendship is strong enough to withhold anything. Don't you agree?"

Matthew nods, deep in thought.

"Instead of adding a sex clause to the agreement, how about I add that no matter what we do in the course of our sugar relationship, we swear to remain friends?"

The suggestion is so wild and requires so much confidence in the other person that Matthew stuns you with the sincerity in his voice.

"Okay. You're never getting rid of me," you promise.

Matthew hurriedly types it on the laptop.

"I'll go print it-" he says, delaying the inevitable.

"It can wait," you interrupt him. "But I can't."

You kiss him again greedily. Once you've had a taste, you can't be satisfied. He unlocks a part of you that is so fearless, so confident that you barely recognize her as yourself. But the feeling is so addicting you can't afford to lose it.

"Get on your knees," Matthew orders you so easily you immediately comply. But even that is enough to increase your confidence. It's so strange.

Not waiting for a second order, you take matters into your own hands and unbutton his jeans. You've daydreamed about this moment a lot. As you wrap your lips around his girthy cock, you wonder if this is what heaven truly feels like.

"Taking oppa's cock so well like the good little slut you are, huh?" Matthew speaks about himself in the third person.

Oppa???

"Need I remind you I'm older than you?" you release him from your mouth momentarily to speak your truth.

"Shhh, just play along, will you?" Matthew looks down at you with his big, beautiful eyes. How could you possibly say no?

You envelop him with your mouth once again, refusing to waste any more time.

"You feel so good, baby," he moans, getting lost in the feeling. "So good for oppa."

Oh, well, you could get used to it. As you keep trying to take him deeper, you feel his words becoming more and more unrestrained.

"Where do you want oppa to come? Should I do it on your face? Should I pull out?"

And ruin your makeup? Not a chance. You wrap your arms around the back of his legs, trying to signal the fact that you just want him to cum in your mouth. Lucky for you, Matthew is smart enough to figure it out and does just that, spilling ropes of cum down your needy throat. You swallow most of it to the best of your abilities and lick him clean of the rest.

Matthew picks you up from the floor and hugs you in a tight embrace.

"Did so well for oppa, my sweet girl," he whispers softly.

Damn, it feels too nice. You're going to have a hard time pretending you're not falling in love with him.

From then on, your life completely takes a turn for the best. Spending time with Matthew now goes hand in hand with him spending money on you. All the books, dresses and food you've only dreamt about are now a reality. The sugar rush you feel is so intoxicating, so addicting that the more you get from it, the more you crave. It feels so good. Too good. Until it doesn't.

Because you can deny it no longer. You're in love with your best friend. And the fact he spoils you so easily is incredibly dangerous. Even though you've done a couple of sexual things, with each encounter, your feelings grow and you are beginning to worry about it ending. So, you do something stupid that won't solve the situation. You disobey the agreement.

It's now been two weeks of you ignoring Matthew's messages. You feel terrible. Not because you miss the new things he gets you. But because you miss him. However, the contract specifies that you owe him like…six dates. Even though he hasn't gotten you anything new, the mere fact that you signed this silly paper is troubling you. Then again, there is the clause about remaining friends no matter what... And developing feelings for your bestie turned sugar daddy definitely doesn't go well with maintaining a normal friendship.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You go to open it in a daze, not even considering the possibility that it might be the very person you've been avoiding.

"Matthew," you gasp in surprise as he storms into your apartment. Oh, he looks…angry? No, it's not that. He looks upset. You hate to be the one to cause him such negative emotions. He's been so perfect and only deserves to feel happiness.

"Why have you been ignoring my texts and calls?" he asks directly.

"I wasn't-"

"Don't lie to me," Matthew replies, disappointment clear in his voice.

"I think we should dissolve our sugar relationship," you answer without thinking.

"Why? Are you not satisfied with the terms? I could buy you stuff more often. Or go down on you more. I could do anything, just say the word."

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed by the desperate look in his eyes.

"I don't want this anymore," you cry out.

"Tell me the truth. Tell me how to fix it. I can't lose you," Matthew begs.

"You won't lose me. I'll always be your…friend," you say the last word as if it's venom. But it's the truth. No matter what, you promised. "I just need some time."

"Did you meet someone else?" Matthew asks a bit possessively. "I'll do you better than him."

"There's no one else," you swear. "There's just you. There's always been only you. And that's the problem, Matt."

"Why is it a problem?" he steps into your space, closer to you.

"Because I'm in love with you," you admit the feelings you've been keeping bottled up for so long. "Because I'm so afraid of fucking things up even more. Because I'd rather be your friend than be nothing at all."

"Oh, baby," Matthew murmurs gently and pulls you into a hug. "You will always be everything to me."

"But I disregarded the agreement…You don't hate me?" you sniffle.

"How could I hate you?" he speaks sincerely. "I only suggested the agreement hoping it'd help you see…that you don't need any sugar daddy apps to be happy. You just need me."

"I'll always need you, Matt."

"And I'll always love you," he replies, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "But you owe me six dates."

"And eternal friendship," you remind him playfully.

"I'm still mad at you for ignoring me," Matthew scolds you. "Do you have any idea how I felt?"

"I'm sorry," you look down guiltily.

"Sorry's not gonna cut it," he sighs. "Oppa needs to punish you so you'll learn your lesson."

You blink in shock. But the truth is, whatever he has in store for you, you'll gladly accept.

Matthew grabs your wrist and drags you to your bedroom.

"On your fours," he barks a command.

"Yes, oppa," you answer dutifully, assuming the position.

You can hear him shuffling behind you but you don't dare turn around to see what he's doing. You don't want to make him even more upset with your behaviour.

He tears up your leggins with his strong hands and the mere sound is enough to make you shiver. Your poor panties follow the same fate. Then, Matthew smacks your ass once with his belt. Hard. Fucking hell, that hurt. But then again, you ghosted him for two weeks…He was also hurt by your actions. So, you bite your tongue to prevent curses from slipping out.

"Count for me," Matthew demands.

"One," you mumble.

"One, what?"

"One…thank you, oppa," you cry out.

"Good girl," he chuckles darkly and repeats the actions fourteen times. One for each day you ignored him. Serves you right, you suppose. Once he's done punishing you, he turns you around and scoops you up in his strong, comforting arms. "Was it too much?"

"N-no, it's f-fine," you stutter. "I could have said the safe word."

"You could have. But I'm not sure if I would have stopped," Matthew replies cruelly.

"You would have," you insist. "I trust you."

"You shouldn't," he strokes your hair gently but there is nothing gentle about his words. "I can't restrain myself when it comes to you."

"Then, don't restrain yourself. Restrain me," you beg.

"Careful what you wish for," Matthew laughs.

"I'm serious," you respond and hold out your wrists for him. "You can do anything to me."

"You're crazy," he kisses you, though, and does as you suggest, wrapping the belt around your wrists.

"You love it."

"Too tight?" he checks.

"Just right," you try to chase his lips again, but Matthew pulls away from you.

You blink sadly at being denied your favourite thing. Kissing him.

"Please?" you beg prettily, pouting.

"Later, baby," Matthew promises and easily slides inside of you without warning. "Fuck, did my little slut get so wet from a little spanking? Are you like this for anyone?"

"Only for you, oppa," you play along, letting him use your pussy as he pleases.

"It better stay that way," he grunts, as he fucks you from the side. Even though your wrists are tied, he uses his strength to push your head deeper into the mattress. "You're all mine."

"All yours, oppa, I promise," you cry and plead, already missing the ability to touch him. How you survived two weeks without this is a whole mystery.

"So close. Where should I come?" Matthew asks, forever the considerate angel.

"You can do it inside of me, it's okay," you give him the green light and he doesn't need to be told twice, already spilling his seed inside of your warm pussy. Your release follows soon after, so addicting.

"Feels so good, wanna stay like this forever," he can't help but voice his thoughts out loud.

"What a heavenly idea," you chuckle.

Matthew, however, is quick to recover, and removes the belt from your wrists. Then, he rushes to bring some water for the two of you. Sitting in comfortable silence, you stare at his hands and wonder if he ever had any suspicions about how you felt for him.

"You're not subtle, you know?" he suddenly breaks the silence.

"Huh?" you whisper, almost in a daze.

"I've noticed how you look at me when you think I'm not looking. At my hands, nose, eyes…I notice every little detail."

"And how is that? How do I stare at you?"

"Like you're mine."

The End

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 HYBRID!ZB1 reacting to you scratching behind their ears when they’re giving you the silent treatment.

zb1 ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff hybrid au — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : by 🐺 anon! ☆ — zb1 masterlist

JIWOONG (panther hybrid) :

The room was still, save for the low hum of the city outside your window. Jiwoong sat on the edge of the couch, arms folded, his posture composed, too composed. His long tail flicked once behind him, the only outward sign of the agitation simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He wasn’t looking at you. Hadn’t, for the past hour.

It was quiet the way only Jiwoong could make it, sharp, deliberate. He didn’t lash out when upset. He just withdrew, curling inward behind that composed, unshakable mask of his. It was worse than raised voices or sharp words. It made the space between you feel cold.

You sat across from him, watching his ears twitch minutely whenever you shifted. He was aware of you. Still present. Still listening. But determined to keep the wall up.

You bit your lip, heart tugging. He wasn’t angry to hurt you, he never was. But something about the way you had snapped earlier had struck a nerve.

Maybe it was the look on your face. Or maybe it was instinct, but you stood, walked over slowly, and sank beside him on the couch. He didn’t move away.

You reached out gently, slowly, toward the base of his ear, those sleek black-tipped ears that always twitched when he was trying not to show how much he felt.

Your fingers brushed behind one, carefully scratching where you knew he was most sensitive.

For a split second, nothing happened.

Then his shoulders dropped, his breath caught, and to your surprise, he leaned into your hand. Just a little. Barely perceptible, but there. His ears flicked again, tail going still. His eyes, half-lidded, softened despite himself.

And then, a soft, rumbling purr.

The sound slipped out before he could stop it. Instinctual. Warm. Vulnerable.

You smiled, relieved and touched all at once. “Jiwoong…”

The spell broke.

His eyes snapped open fully, and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat, the mask returning in small pieces. “I’m still mad at you,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze, though his ears were now a little pink at the tips.

“I know,” you said softly, keeping your voice even, soothing. Your hand hovered near his ear again but didn’t push. “But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

He was quiet again. But this silence was different, less cold, more hesitant.

Eventually, Jiwoong let out a quiet sigh and leaned into you ever so slightly, resting his shoulder against yours. “You drive me crazy sometimes,” he murmured. “But… I hate ignoring you more than I hate being mad.”

You smiled, letting your fingers graze his hand, his tail curling lightly around your ankle like a silent peace offering.

And though his pride told him to stay guarded a little longer, the subtle twitch of his ear toward your hand said it all,

He wasn’t done being mad, but he wasn’t letting you go either.

ZHANG HAO (red panda hybrid) :

Hao was sulking.

Not dramatically, not the way Gyuvin might, loud and exaggerated. No, Hao’s sulking was quiet, still, and pointed. He was curled up on the far end of the couch, arms crossed over his chest, his big, striped tail draped tightly around him like a shield. His rounded red panda ears were flattened just slightly, betraying the sting still lingering from your earlier disagreement.

He hadn’t spoken in almost twenty minutes. That had to be a record for him.

You sat nearby, watching him with soft eyes. You knew he wasn’t angry in the way some people got angry, he wasn’t bitter or cruel. He just didn’t know what to do with hurt that hadn’t been soothed yet. So he closed in on himself and let silence do the talking.

You shifted closer, cautious, testing the waters.

Hao didn’t look at you, but his ears twitched.

Carefully, you reached out and scratched behind one of them, gently, at first, your fingers brushing through the soft reddish fur where it met the white tufts. His entire body tensed, tail twitching once behind him.

Then, slowly… he leaned into it.

A soft whine bubbled up in his throat, surprised, involuntary, embarrassed. His head tilted a fraction toward your hand before he realized what he was doing and snapped upright again.

“I’m still upset,” he huffed, his cheeks blooming with pink. His big fluffy tail betrayed him, flicking lightly against your thigh as if it didn’t get the memo.

“I know,” you murmured, thumb grazing his ear just once more. “I just… didn’t want you to think I didn’t care.”

He was quiet, still turned halfway away from you. But then he let out a small sigh, more vulnerable than annoyed.

“You’re annoying,” he whispered, but he was already scooting closer.

You grinned. “So I’m forgiven?”

“No,” he muttered. “But you’re allowed to keep doing that. Just… don’t tell the others.”

You gently resumed the soft ear scritches, and Hao visibly melted, hiding his face in his sleeves as if that could stop the pleased little noises starting to slip out again.

Maybe he was still upset. But red pandas, it seemed, had a very hard time pretending they didn’t like affection, especially from the person they loved.

HANBIN (hamster hybrid) :

Hanbin wasn’t angry, not exactly. He didn’t like conflict, especially not with you, but after your earlier argument, he’d gone quiet, retreating into himself in the way he sometimes did when he was overwhelmed. Not cold. Just… still. Still and careful, like if he didn’t move too much, his emotions wouldn’t spill over.

He sat on the floor with his back leaning against the couch, legs pulled up and arms folded on top of his knees. His ears, soft and rounded, were angled low, drooping a little more than usual.

You knelt beside him, hesitating for a moment. “Hanbin…” you started, but he didn’t look up.

That silence stung. He was usually so warm, so quick to comfort. Seeing him like this, withdrawn, made your heart ache.

Your hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing gently behind one of his ears.

He twitched.

Hanbin stiffened, breath catching like he wasn’t expecting that kind of contact, not right now, not when he was trying so hard to stay composed. But then a soft noise left him, almost a whimper, and his shoulders sagged. He leaned into your touch before he could stop himself, his cheek brushing your wrist.

“…You’re not playing fair,” he muttered, voice barely audible. His round ears flicked faintly beneath your fingers, betraying how much he liked it.

“You weren’t listening to words,” you said quietly. “So I tried something else.”

He looked up at you then, eyes shining with just a hint of that vulnerable softness he so often kept hidden behind his reliable smile.

“I just needed a minute,” he said. “But I hate being like this with you.”

“I know.” You kept scratching gently, your other hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I hate it too.”

Hanbin let out a shaky laugh, leaning all the way into your side now, like a tired animal seeking warmth. His ears twitched once more before settling flat in contentment.

“Can we pretend I didn’t make it weird?” he asked sheepishly.

You smiled into his hair. “You didn’t. You’re just really bad at staying mad.”

He pouted lightly. “You’re really good at finding my weaknesses.”

You kissed the top of his head. “Only because I love you.”

And just like that, Hanbin melted again, soft, safe, and forgiven.

MATTHEW (red fox hybrid) :

Matthew hadn’t said a word in ten minutes.

For most people, that wouldn’t mean much. But for him, someone who always had something to say, always teasing, always laughing, the silence was heavy. Too heavy.

He sat curled up on the couch, hugging a throw pillow to his chest, fluffy red tail wrapped tight around his side. His fox ears, usually alert and twitching with interest, were flat against his curls. He wasn’t even pretending to scroll on his phone anymore, just sat there, lips pressed into a pout, eyes focused somewhere just past the floor.

You stepped into the room and knelt beside the couch, leaning in slightly.

“Matthew.”

No response.

You tilted your head and gave a soft sigh. If he was ignoring you on purpose, it was only because he didn’t know how to say he was upset. That much, you understood.

Without a word, you reached up and scratched gently behind his ear, not teasing, not playful, just… soft. Careful. A question, not a command.

He flinched.

And then, after a beat, melted.

His shoulders relaxed against the cushions, the pillow loosened slightly in his arms, and his tail gave one small wag. His eyes fluttered closed, just for a second, and he let out the faintest, most reluctant sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr.

You bit back a smile.

“You’re not allowed to use that against me when I’m upset,” he mumbled, barely opening one eye. “That’s cheating.”

“But you’re letting me,” you murmured, scratching a little slower now, more deliberate. “Which means you’re not really mad.”

He opened both eyes now, face still scrunched in that stubborn foxlike pout. “I’m a little mad.”

“Then let me apologize.”

He hesitated. And then, all at once, he dropped the pillow and slumped into your lap with a dramatic sigh, tail flopping heavily against your side.

“I’ll forgive you,” he said, curling into you like you were the safest thing in the world, “but only if you keep doing that for at least ten more minutes.”

You laughed quietly, fingers weaving through his hair to scratch just behind his ears. “Deal.”

His tail flicked, ears twitching, face softening completely against your leg. Even when Matthew was sulking, affection always won in the end.

Especially when it came from you.

TAERAE (beagle hybrid) :

The music from his headphones was loud enough to hear from where you stood, but he wasn’t even bobbing his head along the way he usually did. That alone told you everything.

Taerae lay on his stomach across the bed, chin resting on his arms, ears drooping low and tail completely still. The silence between you was weird, tense, especially from someone as open-hearted and affectionate as him.

You approached slowly, sitting on the edge of the mattress without a word.

He didn’t look up. Just kept pretending to scroll on his phone, like the air wasn’t heavy and full of things unsaid.

You hesitated for a moment, then reached forward, not saying anything, and gently scratched behind one of his soft ears.

It twitched.

He froze.

Then, like it was muscle memory, Taerae instinctively leaned into your hand, a soft nnngh slipping from the back of his throat before he could stop it. His tail gave a little wag, just once.

And then it hit him.

He snapped upright and turned his face away, ears flicking sharply. “Hey, no fair,” he said, voice muffled, clearly embarrassed. “You can’t just do that. I’m still upset.”

You tilted your head, smiling just a little. “Didn’t seem like it for a second there.”

“I—that doesn’t count,” he huffed, nose scrunching in protest. “You know I like that.”

You scooted closer and scratched again, slower this time, watching the way his body betrayed him, the way his shoulders dropped just slightly, tail starting to sway despite himself.

“I also know you don’t like being mad at me.”

“…Maybe.”

His voice was small now, softer. And when he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, the pout he wore was already beginning to crack.

You shifted your hand to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing just under his eye. “I’m sorry, Tae.”

He leaned into it before he could think better of it. “I hate giving in this fast,” he muttered, tail thumping lightly behind him. “But I missed you.”

You smiled. “I missed you too.”

And with that, he melted again, against your palm, against the warmth of your apology, like forgiveness was already curled inside his chest, waiting for an excuse to be let out.

RICKY (Siamese cat hybrid) :

You found him by the window, back to you, the long line of his tail flicking in slow, agitated sways.

The late afternoon sun framed him in gold, catching the slight twitch of his ears as he pretended not to hear you walk into the room. He was immaculate, as always, posture perfect, limbs drawn in with feline precision. But there was tension in his shoulders, a stiffness in the way he sat that told you exactly how upset he was.

“Ricky,” you said gently.

No answer.

You stepped closer, careful not to crowd him, letting your presence speak louder than your words. He didn’t flinch, but his tail stopped moving, waiting.

You reached up slowly, fingers brushing the base of his ear.

A flick.

Then another.

And then, in a moment of instinct betraying intention, he leaned into your hand with a soft, involuntary sound, something low and almost smug in the back of his throat, a sound he’d never let himself make on purpose.

You watched his tail curl at the tip, and his eyes flutter half-shut like he was letting himself be touched despite himself. He even purred, not loud, but noticeable, honest.

Then it hit him.

He straightened suddenly, pulling away just enough to glare at you with narrowed, silvery eyes. “Seriously?” he snapped, but the slight flush on his cheeks betrayed how flustered he actually was. “I was ignoring you.”

You tried, really tried, not to smile. “Didn’t seem like it for a second.”

“That’s because you cheated,” he hissed, ears tilted back. “You always know how to get to me.”

You stepped in again, slower this time, and scratched gently behind his ear once more, just to prove your point. His eyes fluttered, and the tiniest sound left his throat again before he bit his lip and turned his head sharply away.

“I’m still mad,” he muttered.

You leaned in, voice quiet. “Then I’ll keep apologizing until you’re not.”

Ricky stayed quiet for a moment. And then, slowly, his tail brushed against your leg, deliberate, not quite forgiveness, but not rejection either.

“…Just don’t think you’ve won.”

But his ears tipped toward your hand again anyway.

GYUVIN (Golden retriever hybrid) :

He’d been moping for hours.

Sprawled across the couch, cheek pressed to the cushion, tail drooped over the edge like all the energy had drained right out of him. He wasn’t mad, not really, just wounded in that very Gyuvin way, a little too sensitive for his own good, but too proud to admit it out loud.

You could feel the silence weighing down the room. He wasn’t talking to you. Wasn’t looking at you either. Just the occasional exaggerated sigh, a glance at his phone, and the tiniest shift of his ears whenever you moved nearby.

So you came up beside him, kneeling by the couch quietly.

Still nothing.

Your hand reached out, fingers brushing gently behind one floppy golden ear.

He jolted.

Then… stilled.

His ear twitched once, twice, and then he leaned into your hand, slow and helpless, like gravity had pulled him there. His brows furrowed just a bit, eyes slipping closed as a deep, contented rumble left his chest. Not quite a purr, more like a soft whine of comfort, low and immediate.

And then he realized.

He sat up fast, blinking in surprise like he couldn’t believe you tricked him again.

“Hey, I’m mad at you!” he said, nose scrunching as his tail gave one happy little wag, a traitor of its own. “I was trying to be mad. I was doing a really good job!”

You chuckled, reaching for his ear again. He flinched, but didn’t actually move away.

“Keep doing that,” he grumbled, eyes narrowed. “And I’m gonna forgive you way too fast.”

Your fingers scratched gently behind his ear again, and this time, he melted. Fully. He flopped back onto the couch like his bones had disappeared, arms crossed but not meaning it.

“…Fine,” he said, quieter now. “You win.”

You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “It’s not about winning, dummy.”

But from the soft thump of his tail against the cushions, you could tell he was already over it. Just like that.

GUNWOOK (German Shepherd hybrid) :

He sat near the door, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on some distant point like he wasn’t really there. The room felt colder somehow, the air thick with the unsaid between you.

You approached slowly, aware that this wasn’t the kind of silence you could break with words. Gunwook’s jaw was tight, and his ears flicked back slightly whenever you moved closer.

Gently, you reached out and let your fingers brush behind one of his strong, alert ears.

He froze.

The tension in his broad shoulders softened just a fraction. A low, almost reluctant sigh escaped him, like a quiet surrender. His head dipped toward your hand, and for a moment, his eyes closed as if trusting you without words.

Then he stiffened again, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze with that steady, unreadable look.

“I’m still not over it,” he said quietly.

You nodded, voice soft. “I know. But I’m here.”

Gunwook’s lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile, his tail giving a slow, deliberate sweep. His ears tilted forward, accepting your presence, maybe not fully ready to forgive, but willing to lean into you just a little.

The weight in the room shifted. The silence wasn’t so heavy anymore.

YUJIN (border collie hybrid) :

The quiet was different with Yujin. It wasn’t just silence, it was the nervous kind, the kind that made his hands fidget and his gaze dart away whenever you looked his way. Being upset wasn’t something he did easily, especially not in front of you. He wanted to be strong, to stand his ground, but he stumbled over his own feelings.

You found him sitting on the floor, knees drawn up a bit too close, tail flicking with restless energy. His ears twitched at every sound, and the tension in his posture was almost painful to watch.

You crouched down beside him, your fingers reaching out gently to scratch behind one ear.

At first, he stiffened, eyes wide, caught off guard by the touch. Then, as your hand moved with patient calm, his body slowly relaxed, a soft, uncertain whine bubbling up from deep within his throat, something small, almost shy.

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing just a moment before he remembered himself.

His cheeks colored faintly, and he pulled back just enough to avoid your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m… not mad,” he said quickly, voice a little shaky.

You smiled gently. “You don’t have to say it.”

Yujin’s tail gave a small wag, tentative but genuine, and his ears twitched forward again, letting you know he wasn’t holding onto his grudge as tightly as he tried to.

The silence between you softened, not perfect, but a beginning.

Word count : 3221 | serapharua, 2025.

[lvlybin]

fooling around with matt but he gets whiny and too loud too easily and has to have something in his mouth to help him keep quiet

cw public sex, exhibitionism, handjob, gagging (panties in mouth), mentions of drinking 18+ MDNI

✉️ in my sub!ZB1 era and I'm lowkey not mad about it... pushing my matthew exhibitionism agenda

Matthew had always been a loud lover–wanting you to know that he loved everything you did and how good you always made him feel. And you loved it. It made you feel powerful and valued as a girlfriend, like you were doing everything right and after all, all you wanted was for Matt to feel good.

But sometimes it got to be a little too much.

“God, Matt, be quiet,” you rush out as he lets out another whine, his back pressed against the bathroom stall. A night out with your friends was always an activity the two of you enjoyed, but after a few drinks, Matthew usually gets horny, and tonight wasn’t any different. So, you’d taken him to the bathroom, hoping to take care of him quickly so you could get back to your friends. And with your luck, of course another person had entered the girl’s bathroom. Luckily though, she seemed drunk enough to not question anything.

That didn’t mean that Matthew could moan every time your hand pumped around him, though. You squeeze your hand around him, encouraging more of his pre-cum to leak out of the tip and to lubricate your palm as it works over his thick cock. “Seriously, Matthew. Be quiet.” By the dazed expression on his face, you can tell he’s not listening. Your words are confirmed when he lets out another whine of your name. Your free hand comes up to slap over his mouth, but that doesn’t do much to quiet him either. 

What could you do to get him to shut up when he clearly wasn’t listening to you? You pull both of your hands away from his body, making Matthew’s eyes shoot open, moving to try and grab you, but you send him a glare for him to stop. This, he listens to. You reach under your dress, sliding your panties down your legs and carefully stepping out of them to make sure they don’t get dirty from your shoes or the bathroom door. Then, you bring them to his lips.

Matthew blinks at you as he obediently opens his mouth, taking the fabric into his mouth and tasting your arousal on his tongue. When your hand wraps around his cock again, doubling your efforts to get him off, his moans are muffled by your panties and you can’t help but smile. Perfect.

[globaloppaaa]

what do you think matthew would be like on a first date w someone he has the biggest crush on???

oh god… prepare yourself for the second hand embarrassment lmao

no but how he acts would all come out of the love he has in his heart <3

dates w matthew

ft. seok matthew of zb1

i feel like his mind would go into overdrive thinking of all the places he could take you, what he could wear, if what he’s wearing is broad enough that’ll it’ll match whatever you choose to wear… man is ten steps ahead of everyone including himself lmao. he wouldn’t be able to control his genuine infatuation with you when his frontal lobe keeps telling him “have more rizz” “have more rizz.” and his brain is completely jumbled by the time he actually picks you up.

i think matthew would most certainly try to make some witty remark to distract himself from the fact that you’re genuinely the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. quite literally making his heart stop. the joke however goes completely over your head and your left staring at him doe-eyed, making the situation even harder for him than he thought possible. he’ll definitely try to laugh it off, but finds himself laughing wayyy more than he should be, to the point where even you know something up?

matthew just needs some reassurance, some confidence to remind him that everything’s alright! a date with someone you like goes both ways right? if you take his hand gently and let him know that you’re a bit nervous too, but you know everything’s gonna be ok. he’ll let out the biggest sigh of relief and finally start to be himself once his anxieties calm down.

that is, until you go on your next date together, because i can guarantee he acts like this before every date you have.

[wontune]

♡ matthew ꒰ zerobaseone ꒱ lockscreens

[matthewswifeyx]

Dad!Matt buying a surprise with his kid <3

Matt walked into the grocery store with a small checklist in his back pocket and holding Conner's small hand. Conner's new sneakers patting and dragging against the floor as they walked down the aisles. Every now and then, Conner would slow down his steps to stare at the colourful food packaging or just random strangers. That would just earn sweet comments from other shoppers and soft chuckles from Matt.

Then they reached the bakery section of the store. Matt scanned through the varieties of bread and sweet treats. Conner's tiny hand reached out to the organised baguettes.

"Conner, no touching please." Matt said sternly but then gave his son a quick smile.

Conner's lips turned into a sad pout, he sighed and looked at the ground. Matt laughed at his reaction, but also felt a bit bad.

"Oh Conner, it's just other people are wanting to buy it, and they don't want your hands all over it do they?" Matt crouched down. Conner was still looking at the floor. "Why don't you help me pick out a nice treat for mommy?" Conner looked up in eagerness. Matt smiled.

Conner couldn't quite see over the counter showing all of the bakes goods. So he reached out for his dad. Matt picked Conner up with ease and place his son on his hip.

"Okay Conner, do you think Mommy would want cookies or donuts?" Matt looked at Conner.

"Cookie." Conner pointed.

"Okay buddy." Matt picked up a packet and gave it to Conner to hold. Matt didn't stop carrying Conner.

The two boys continued shopping around the store. Every now and then Conner would sing nursery rhymes that he had learnt from his parents. Matt just smiled and had no urge to stop him.

"Do you think Mommy would like some flowers?" Matt asked.

"Yeah!" Conner replied happily.

"Okay, do you think she would like the sunflowers or the tulips?" Matt says.

"Sunflower! Mommy loves yellow!" Conner stated.

"Okay buddy, I think mommy is going to love her surprise." Matt smiled and then started walking to the checkout line.

Banner credits to @bernardsbendystraws <3

Hey guys! This seems so rushed! But if you have any suggestions/requests please do not hesitate to send me a quick message, and i will try and get back to you asap! <3

[blossominghunnie]

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞

Pairing: Matthew x 10th!fem!member

Summary: Fanservice can be helpful sometimes, especially when you’re trying to hide a secret relationship from your fans and the world.

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: I just love writing for this man. 🙂‍↔️

Fans have always liked you and Matthew together, they live for every interaction you have with him. This started since pre-debut, right after contents of zb1 started being uploaded. Back in your boys planet days you didn’t really interact a lot with the boy, but some star creators had the hope that you would end up working together in at least one presentation, it didn’t happen unfortunately but they were over the moon when you debuted together.

Since you were the only girl in the group, you were shipped with basically every one of the group, minus Yujin, since you were an 03 liner. But their favorite pair was with Matthew, which was actually ideal because you two had been dating for about 4 months now. It was the perfect way to hide it.

You were always next to each other, leaning your head on his shoulder or viceversa, him being your helper while you cook (he doesn’t do much, he just likes being near you), him always touching you in any way (hand on your thigh, hands clasped together, arm around your shoulders or waist, etc).

At first you were pretty careful when the cameras were on, until a live where Matthew leaned his head onto yours (he was sitting behind you) and placed his arms around your shoulders. You moved your head upwards to look at him, a loving look on both your eyes and a small blush could be seen on your cheeks if you looked closely (which was what happened.) It was a quick exchange that fans weren’t supposed to catch since you were on one of the ends of the phone’s screen but surprise, surprise, they did.

That small clip of the live went viral, it was EVERYWHERE. After this, you were much much more shipped with him, everyone thought you looked so cute together.

You didn’t think much about it, until your timelines were filled with edits of the two of you and even on fan signs zeroses wanted tons of more new interactions.

“Matt? Have you been seeing more posts of us?” You asked him a few days after the bomb exploded; you were lying together on his bed, just scrolling through your phones while playing with his hair, his head resting on your chest.

“Mhm, it’s entertaining to watch them. We look cute.”

You nodded, you did like them. There were a lot of talented editors.

“I think it’s the first time I’ve seen that many. And people ships us a lot.”

“As they should, we’re the cutest together.” Matthew turned around and looked at you with a smile while you giggled. He leaned and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“Can’t deny it.” You agreed, a lovesick smile on your face.

Oh if your shippers could see you now.

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[seokmattchuus]

Breaking Point - Seok Matthew

"You've known each other for so long, aren't you sick of spending so much time together?" Gyuvin raised a brow as you and Matthew entered his frat house together. "I've never seen either of you on your own. Is it like, Stockholm syndrome or something?" His eyes narrowed as he tried to think it through.

"Do you think I want to keep this one around?" Matthew raised his own brow, his index finger moving to point at you. "I tried to get her to date in high school to get her off my back but none of the relationships lasted a month." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes at the statement.

"Says the one who didn't even date." You scoffed. "Not that you had a choice, anyways."

"It's not my fault I got hot after graduation." He turned to look at you. He was always sensitive about being a late bloomer.

"Oh, you had a minor glow up and now you think you're hot." You turned to him. "You could be in an Airheads commercial with how big your head's gotten."

Gyuvin stared at the both of you, his eyes switching back and forth as you argued.

"Y/n. Matthew." He started. "If either of you need to get laid, that can be arranged."

"Please." Matthew laughed. "She gets attached too easily to have one-night stands."

You let out a scoff of disbelief at his words.

"As if you could please anyone here." You started. "You were a virgin for so long, I would bet money that you don't even know what the clit is."

"You two just got here, god damn." Gyuvin looked between the both of you in disbelief. "Are you best friends or siblings??"

"As if I'd-" You started but Ricky came up.

"I've never seen anyone walk into a party and stay by the door." He laughed. "You two look like you could use a break from each other." He said before handing you a cup and putting a hand on your lower waist.

A move that didn't go unnoticed by Matthew, his eyes locked on Ricky's hand.

And Matthew's move not going unnoticed by Gyuvin.

"He started it!" You whined as you took the cup, letting Ricky lead you through the building. "He's always talking shit."

"Anything piss him off lately?" Ricky said as he led you to a couch.

You rolled your eyes before bringing the cup to your lips, a mix of strawberry rum and sprite greeting your tastebuds.

"You always make my favorite." You smiled at him.

"I heard you come in. I figured you could use it." He laughed.

"But he's had a stick up his ass all week." You sighed. "You know how Hanbin asked Haneul to set us up? Well Matthew was fine with it at first, but after our third unofficial date, he's been trying to get me to ghost him." You rolled your eyes. "You know he even took my phone on 'accident' the other day? He had it for the whole day after our class!" Your voice was getting louder as you felt yourself getting worked up. "It's childish!"

"Sounds like you could use another drink." Ricky laughed as his eyes shifted towards the door. "But I think he has his reasons."

Your eyes followed his to see Matthew arguing with Hanbin before walking away. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the girl next to him but it's not like you were dating. The two of you were still talking. And casually meeting up.

Friends with benefits if you will.

"I don't care if he has reasons." You scoffed. "For someone who used to be a little bitch, he's sure gotten obnoxiously ballsy."

"Matthew? A little bitch?" Ricky smirked in amusement. "I don't see it." He shook his head with a laugh, finally bringing his cup to his lips.

"Dude." You shook your head, your eyes widening. "He used to be scared of bugs." You started. "If he even heard someone talking about a horror movie, he had to leave because it was getting to him." You chuckled.

"Oh! And there was one time where we had a field trip in high school," You paused to take another sip of your drink. "Someone he was rooming with snuck in alcohol and you know what that boy did?" You held back a snort. "He was so scared of getting in trouble that he texted his mom." You emphasized the last three words. "She called the teachers and of course, they got in trouble, but who snitches like that?" You narrowed your eyes at the gall past Matthew had.

"When he told me about still getting in trouble, I told him they at least should have drank it." You scoffed before taking another sip. "Like, you did it to not get in trouble and you still did. Might as well have had fun."

Ricky kept his eyes on you, and you weren't sure if he just didn't believe you or if he was thinking back on Matthew's behavior to see if he ever caught him slipping up.

Either way, the anger from before was fading and you were finally starting to enjoy yourself.

-

You hadn't seen Matthew since Ricky pointed him out and you were starting to forget you even came with him.

Until Ricky led you to the outside table group that Matthew was a part of.

"We're playing 'truth or drink'." Gyuvin gave a boyish smile. He was clearly a few drinks in. "You can sit here by me and Ricky." He motioned his arm to the chairs next to him. "If it's okay with Matt, of course." He smirked towards him as if saying something.

Matthew rolled his eyes for what you would call the billionth time today.

"It's not like he owns me." You mumbled bitterly as you sat next to Gyuvin, Ricky taking the spot next to you and throwing an arm over your shoulder. "Plus, I used to beat him up in high school." You said as you gave Ricky your cup to refill. "He knows better."

"Oh~~" The crowd around you teased and you looked towards Matthew who was less than amused.

-

As the game went on, there had been a bunch of answers to questions you never wanted to ask. But of course, the questions got better the more you got into it.

"Y/n!" An adorable blonde whose name you couldn't remember. You swore it was something with 'Chae', or maybe 'Na', but your brain was too fuzzy to remember. "You've been talking about how different Matt used to be." She started with a drunken giggle. "What's something that hasn't changed about him?"

Matthew's head turned towards you to shoot you a glare, but you didn't give him a chance to get to you.

"He's terrified of bugs." You held back a laugh as you thought about a time in fifth grade. "Any kind of bug. Big, small, wings, you name it, he'-"

A hand came up to cover your mouth and you turned to see Matthew himself leaning over the chair that Gyuvin was previously in. You gave him some sort of half-glare, half-pout, your hand coming up to drag his hand away.

It didn't work of course.

"Let her finish!" The girl who asked whined.

"Yeah, don't get on her bad side." Ricky laughed with a smirk. "She might beat you up again."

"It was this huge moth that flew into class, and I freaked out." Matthew said flatly, his hand still firm against your mouth.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was lying of course, and as the only person around who knew him that well, you couldn't let these people be lied to.

You bit his hand and he pulled away almost immediately.

"No!" You yelled out as soon as his hand was away. "It was a butterfly!" You started laughed at the memory. "A fucking butterfly!!"

The table filled with laughter, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop there. After the week Matthew put you through, you could call things even after this.

"He screamed so loud, and he wouldn't stop until the teacher caught it and opened the window to let it out!" You leaned back onto Ricky's shoulder as you started to shake with laughter. The image of little Matthew screaming and pointing at the butterfly seemed so much funnier after a few drinks.

Everyone else seemed to be in an amused shock at the stark contrast from young Matthew to the person he was today. But Matthew couldn't keep the scowl off his face.

You had gotten yourself so lost in another question that you missed Ricky motioning to Matthew for something.

"Isn't it time to get you home?" Ricky shook the shoulder you were on to get your attention. "Aren't your roommates gonna worry?"

You whined at the thought.

"They left me." You pouted up at him. "They're out camping this weekend." You pushed yourself off his shoulder just to fall all the way to the other side.

Onto Matthew.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" He said, annoyance taking over as he tried to get you to sit up.

"It's not like I was trying to lean on you." You gave him a scowl, or at least the best you could muster. "Gyuvin's supposed to be there, anyways."

"Yeah, you're done." He said, before grabbing your phone and standing up. "Let's get you home."

You looked to Ricky for help.

"I can't help you there, princess." He shrugged. "I don't even know where you live."

You were about to respond when you felt Matthew grab your arm to pull you up. When you lost your balance, he put your arm over his, sighing when you pulled away and stumbled again.

"Just hold on, please." He groaned. "If you fall, you're going to cry and I'm never going to let you live it down."

"I'm not even that drunk." You mumbled. "I can just go home with Ricky."

You knew what the answer to that would be, but you were petty at heart, and you were going to make this the worst possible situation for him.

"You sure your boyfriend would appreciate that?" He raised a brow.

"I don't have a boyfriend." You came back, your head held high.

"That's not what you were saying about H-"

You immediately found your footing as you forced your hand over his mouth.

"I swear on every higher power out there that I will kill you if you finish that sentence." You narrowed your eyes at him.

In true best friend fashion, Matthew responded by biting your hand so you'd pull away.

Payback was big between the both of you.

"My silence can be bought." He smiled bitterly at you before motioning with his arms for you to go before him. "Get to stepping."

-

You had spent most of the walk back to your place in silence. You didn't want to be the first to talk, and Matthew wasn't over your dramatic retelling of the butterfly story.

You didn't mind it though, after a week full of his yapping, you weren't that interested in getting him started again.

"You do have your key on you, right?" He said as you both approached the door. "Last thing we need is to get locked out."

"Do you have, like, zero faith in me?" You turned to ask him as you slid your hand into the tiny pocket of your shorts, pulling out a single key.

"Do you not own something to put the key on?" Matthew questioned as if you were insane.

"In this outfit?" You asked as if it was the dumbest statement on earth. "It would stick out and look gross." You frowned, trying, and failing, to stick the key in properly.

"You always look gross." He mumbled before taking the key from you and easily sliding it in to unlock the door.

"The rest of the keychain is right there." You mumbled as you walked past him and flopped onto the couch, the alcohol in your system starting to set in.

He rolled his eyes before reattaching the key onto the ring before turning back to you.

"You could just give me your keys next time, y'know?" His hands were gently trying to slide your shoes off without pulling too hard. "I have pockets that aren't two millimeters deep."

"That would require talking to you." You sighed, pulling your leg back to help him get the shoes off. "You haven't been the easiest to do that with."

He'd never minded when you dated people, and of course, he's yet to have anything more than a one-night stand with anyone so you never had the chance to care. But you never minded his sexcapades. You were happy, in fact. He was finally comfortable enough in his own skin to talk to women. How could you hate that? But the back and forth between being supportive of your situationships and then being upset was messing with you.

Hanbin wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was definitely the most committed he'd been in attempting to sabotage.

The first time it happened was about two years ago. You had just started college and someone from class had asked you out to coffee. Matthew insisted on hiding out to make sure he wasn't a creep, and you couldn't believe him. Nor talk him out of it.

When the guy did turn out to be a creep, you didn't hear the end of it.

"I told you so."

"What do you think would have happened if I wasn't there?"

"Can't you just say, 'thank you' and move on?"

That marked the beginning of Matthew's wishy-washy behavior towards your love life.

You'd be thankful if he wasn't such a dick about it.

"Don't tell me you passed out on me." He spoke up after putting your shoes away. You must have been too busy in your thoughts to realize he got the other one off. "I can't let you fall asleep on the couch, you're gonna kill me."

When he saw you were awake, he tilted his head.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. "You're not saying something bitchy."

You tiredly rolled your eyes.

"I'd say you're on my mind but your ego's too big for that."

"There she is." He smiled before reaching a hand out. "Let me get you to bed and you can cuss me out all you want."

"I'd rather fight you." You crossed your arms and rolled over to face the back of the couch so he couldn't help you up. "I'll sleep here. You sleep on the bed."

"You'd lose." He started before trying to roll you back over. "And remember the last time I let you sleep on the couch? You blamed me for the kink in your neck for a week."

You continued fighting him, wanting nothing more than for him to just go to bed in the other room. If you looked at him, you were scared you'd let everything out.

"I'm drunk, you know. The more you shake me, I might throw up on you."

"Nothing you haven't done before."

His response was quick and for some reason, it pissed you off more.

"Do you have an answer for everything?" You turned towards him.

And just your luck.

You turned at the same time that he pulled you.

Leading your face to end right in front of his.

It wasn't your intention, but you couldn't speak. You could only offer a small hiccup.

The silence felt suffocating as you both stared at each other. No words. No sounds.

Just another hiccup.

"I'm no better than Hanbin if I do what I want to right now." He whispered but his voice was mildly strained, as if he was holding himself back.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but the sudden closeness threw you off. You couldn't think, you couldn't speak, and you barely managed to hear what he just said.

Barely.

"This is your last chance to pick between the bed and the couch." He said, his voice just above a whisper this time. "Because I'll take the bed and lock you out."

You quickly slid out from under him and gave a small 'night' as you rushed to your room and closed the door. You barely made it to the bed before you dragged your hands down your face.

What the fuck was that?

Who the fuck were you?

And what the fuck did he mean by that?

You quickly threw on some sleeping clothes and got into bed. You were slightly dizzy but now that you were laying down, all you had to do was close your eyes and hope what he said was just the alcohol talking.

-

When your eyes opened your room was still dark. You sighed in relief as that meant it was still night.

Your throat was dry, and you weighed the possibilities of Matthew still being awake and you dying of thirst. You patted around for your phone and cringed when you saw the bright "4:57" flash across your screen.

It was highly possible he was awake.

But you also felt like a dry sponge.

Fuck it.

You slowly opened the door and tried to move as quietly as possible.

"Matthew?" You called out in a whisper, hoping he wouldn't answer. "You awake?"

When there was no answer, you quickened your pace.

As you slowly opened the fridge door, the last words he said to you lingered in your head. You didn't know if you imagined it or not, but there was no harm in venting to deaf ears, right?

"What did you mean by what you said earlier?" You whispered as you grabbed a water bottle and closed the door, sliding down it to sit on the floor. "Why do you give me mixed signals all the time?" Your voice was quieter this time, as if his dream self would hear you.

It was the most cliché thing around and you hated it. 'Best friends to lovers', 'childhood friends to lovers', 'friends who secretly love each other', and of course the 'unrequited love towards your best friend' trope.

The thought alone made you gag. They were the oldest in the book.

You had to be better than that, right?

Right?

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when your feelings towards him strayed away from platonic, but what you did know was that he wasn't making it any easier.

"Y/n?" He sleepily called out and you moved to sit behind the counter.

Wait.

This was your place.

Why were you hiding?

"Just getting some water." You spoke before clearing your throat. "Go back to bed."

You closed your eyes at how stupid the situation was. Could you be anymore cliché?

"It's like, five in the morning?" He sounded closer and you thought about booking it back to your room. "Why are you on the floor?"

You looked up and he was rubbing his eyes. Even in the dark you could see his messy hair and you felt your heart jump.

"Floor time?" You tried.

"Floor time?" He repeated, standing in the same spot as his eyes continued to adjust. "That's evening activities, not early morning."

You tried your best to bring out the feisty so you looked normal to him.

"I was dizzy from drinking, can't I sit on my own floor?"

"Do you just hate me or something?" He said. "Or did you hear what I said last night?" He scoffed. "Is this your way of drawing a line?"

Shit.

"What are you talking about?" You said as you got up and put some space between you. "I didn't hear anything."

"Liar." He took a step. "You heard me."

You took a step back.

"I think you're still drunk." You tried. "Talk to me when you're sober." You moved to push past him, but he moved in front of you.

"You drank more than me last night and you know it."

"Don't." You started. "It's not my fault you don't know how to have fun." You tried to walk around him and failed again.

"There's no one here to impress with your little tough act so just drop it." He said. "Let's just talk about what I said."

"Tough act?" You stepped back. "I've always had more balls than you and you know it." You crossed your arms. "Mr. Butterfly phobia."

Even in the dark you could see him roll his eyes.

"Do I still look like the kid you met in second grade?" He took a step towards you, and you took one back. "Do you really still see me as that same kid?" He took another step, as did you, the corner of the table stopping you. "Because I don't see you that way." He took a final step before his eyes traveled lower. "Especially in those fucking shorts."

You quickly stared up at him.

"If you're fucking with me, it isn't funny." Your voice shook as you spoke. You moved to walk past him, but he placed his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

"I'm not fucking with you." He said lowly. "And I heard you earlier." He said.

"I didn't say anything." You weren't one to give in so easily, especially when it didn't benefit you. "Hanbin wants to meet for lunch. If I want any chance at looking decent I need more sleep." You were lying out of your ass but you hoped it would work.

You moved to push his arm but it wasn't moving.

"Hanbin?" His voice was an angry kind of low. "Do you even know what he thinks about you?"

He didn't give you a chance to respond before continuing.

"Do you know how much shit Hanbin's been talking about you? And how much I've had to try and save your feelings by getting you to leave him alone?" He pushed himself off the table. "Sugarcoating this whole situation so you wouldn't be left crying over some fuckface who can't keep his dick to himself?"

You were about to respond when he continued.

"She's so easy." He mocked with air-quotes. "A few outings, a couple fucks, a gift here and there. Now she thinks I'm a changed man." He went on, acting out what you assumed to be Hanbin's exact movements.

He wasn't looking at you as he got caught up in his feelings and you were glad. Even in the dark, you were sure he'd be able to make out your expressions. Your own feelings were coming up and if he wasn't in front of you, you'd have run back to your room.

"She's so stupid." He said the word like it hurt to come out. "Can you believe she thinks I'd actually date her? Why give up my roster for her of all people?"

"You can stop now." You grit your teeth, tears threatening to spill. You didn't expect much out of Hanbin, but hearing what he had to say about you hurt more than it should have.

"I know better?" He repeated your statement from before as he ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, his jaw tensing as he leaned back in. "And what do I know exactly, y/n?" He paused. "That I'm always right and that you never want to listen?"

"But you know better?" He changed his tone, still copying your statements from before. "Just what do you know?"

"I know that you're a dick." You started, gathering all the strength in you to push past him. "And that you are just as bad as Hanbin."

You didn't wait to hear a response before you rushed back to your room and locked the door.

-

You thought falling back asleep would refresh your mind but all you did was toss and turn until the sun finished setting. It didn't help that your head had started to hurt.

You sighed as you pulled your blankets off and sat up, the pain in your head intensifying slightly. You made your way to your restroom, and quickly grabbed the bottle of pain reliever before turning the faucet on to scoop some water with your hand. You quickly popped the pill in and threw your head back. Your first attempt left you gagging, everything but the pill going down. Your second attempt was more successful.

You sighed as you were left with the unpleasant taste. You knew you'd be fucked if you didn't wash it out, but you also knew you'd be fucked if Matthew kept up his attitude from before.

You reluctantly made your way out of the room.

"One would think we live together with how often you're here." You mumbled as he sat at your table eating a bagel. You would have grabbed one, too, if the bag wasn't so close to him. You settled on some juice.

It wasn't out of the norm for him to take care of you the day after you drank, but of all the days, you really wished he'd just go home.

"People already think we're dating." He mumbled back. "It would make sense to them if we lived together." He said before getting up.

"With how much we fight, people think we're siblings." You corrected, more to yourself. "No couple acts like we do."

"Well, most couples already know the other person likes them." He said flatly.

"What's that supposed t-"

"You know exactly what I mean." He cut you off. "How many times are we going to go back and forth like this?" He sighed as he looked towards you. "You know I like you."

The silence settled and you knew you should have been jumping at the chance to say something but part of this just felt like some sick joke.

"You even asked about mixed signals that I tried to clear up and you ran away." He continued his rant. "If you don't want me just fucking say that."

The silence took over again and you wanted to kick yourself. You wanted to tell him his shitty way of clearing things wasn't the move he thought it was. You wanted to tell him that him pretty much calling you an idiot wasn't going to get him anywhere. But the words just weren't coming out.

Why was this so difficult?

"Fine. You want me gone?" He said as he stood up. "I'm going."

You bit your tongue as you watched him grab his stuff before heading to the door. He reached for the knob.

Fuck it.

"And if I do still see you as the same kid I met in elementary?" You called out, feeling a minor surge of victory as his arm fell. "It's not like you've ever acted like anything other than that."

You could hear him scoff but he didn't turn around.

"I mean, you bicker like one." You said. "You beat around the bush like one."

"And you don't?" He said, his back still facing you. "You refuse to listen like one." He started his own list as he finally turned towards you. "And if you're left to your own devices, you get in trouble."

"I may not listen but at least I can say things with my chest." You admitted. "You can't be upset that I don't see you as a man when you've never acted like one."

He dropped his stuff where he was standing, his jaw tensing as he watched you.

"Look who's beating around the bush now."

He took a step.

"This is your way of trying to get me to do something, isn't it?"

Another step.

He was nowhere near you, but the act still made you back up. Talk about déjà vu, but this was different with the lights on.

"I've barely taken two steps towards you, and you can't even handle that." He scoffed. "Maybe I don't 'act like a man' around you because you can't handle it."

Your eyes narrowed at him.

"I can." You challenged. "Hanbin can attest to that." You let a smirk form on your lips as you watched his reaction. Sure, he was a dick, but you meant what you said. And you weren't going to pass up a chance to throw something back at Matthew. "Just admit you're not man enough to act on it."

You were fully aware your words were not matching your actions, but you couldn't back down. This is how your arguments always went.

Faking it 'til you make it.

"Then come here." He motioned with his finger.

You watched as he flicked his finger, and you felt your legs stiffen.

"I'll act on it if you do." He said simply. "I'm scared if I take another step you might stumble." He smirked.

His mocking tone urged you to walk forward, even if everything inside of you screamed to stay still. Every step was a different statement running through your mind.

There's no going back if you do this.

Your relationship won't be the same.

Can you handle losing him if things go south?

The second you were in front of him, though, the way his smirk grew had your mind going blank. His hand reached up to your face, his index finger raising your chin so you were looking up at him.

He leaned in slowly, his thumb moving to rest on your chin and keep you in place.

Your heartbeat was in your ears as his lips finally pressed against yours. It didn't take long for you to kiss him back, your hand coming up to hold onto the wrist of the hand that was supporting your chin.

You could feel him smirk against you before pulling away.

"How's that for beating around the bush?" He whispered as his lips hovered above yours, eye contact never breaking as the hand that was holding your chin moved to the back of your neck. Your hand sliding towards his forearm with the new position.

"Am I supposed to believe a tiny kiss is 'doing something'?" You batted your lashes. "Is this as manly as you get?"

"All you ever do is talk shit, you know that, right?" He smirked as he took a step forward, his other hand coming around to catch you when you backed up.

"It's my specialty." You fought the urge to stumble on your words. "Don't act like you don't love it."

He pulled you closer and the warmth that you met forced a gasp from you.

"Wanna see just how much I love it?" He whispered as his hand traveled to your lower back.

You didn't trust your voice this time. All you could give him was a nod.

"Look at how much better it is when you just listen." He said as he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your jaw, his head nudging yours to the side so he could continue to your neck. "If you spent less time fighting me, I could spend more time making you feel good."

You felt a shiver run down your spine when he kissed a certain spot and you felt him smirk before biting lightly. Your hand that was resting on his arm was now tightening around it.

You wanted to say something but the feeling of his hand that was resting behind you moving under your shirt made you forget what you were going to say.

"Can I touch you?" He whispered, his hand inching closer to your breasts.

You nodded and he stopped. He pulled away and looked down at you.

"Say it."

You could feel your face heat up as the words got stuck in your throat.

"What happened to saying things with your chest, hm?" He hummed, clearly amused at how quickly you seemed to forget your little speech. "Or were you just trying to get me upset?" He gave you a mocking pout.

"You're just a brat." He said, his hand slowly inching back up, the side of his thumb grazing the side of your breast, but not fully touching you. "Acting like you don't want someone who'll just do whatever they want with you." His hand moved under your breast, keeping the same small distance.

Your mind was fuzzy as his hand traveled across your chest to the opposite side. You wanted to admit it, but you were more focused on trying to arch into his touch, a move that he couldn't help but laugh at.

"Even now you're still trying to beat around the bush." He smirked as he pulled his hand away, reveling in how your face fell. "Admit it and I'll give you what you want."

You watched as he moved to lean against the back of the couch. He used his arms for support, and you couldn't help but marvel at the way they flexed.

"And you won't use it against me?" Your voice was smaller than before and you nearly cringed at yourself.

"Not in front of others." He gave you a smirk. "Can't have anyone else thinking you'll act like this for them."

The comment had you trying to hit his shoulder in retaliation but he was quick to grab it.

"I'd play nice while I'm playing nice." He looked down at you.

The way his hand gripped your wrist had you swallowing hard.

"And if I don't want to?" Your voice was still small, but he had to respect your will to keep up the act.

"We can chill like this and stare at each other all day." He smiled sweetly.

The hand that was holding your wrist pulled you into him again.

"We can stay," He paused, his free hand grabbing your other wrist and pinning them both in his hand. "Right. Here." He cocked his head to the side with an innocent smile.

You were holding eye contact more out of spite this time and his hand was back on you, but over your clothes this time.

"Y'know." He started, never breaking eye contact with you as his hands were more committed this time. That damned smile coming back when your body reacted. "I always figured you'd be all bark, no bite." His fingers softly ran over your nipple, and you let out a sigh. "I just thought you'd be begging by now." He said before lightly pinching it.

Your hands instinctively moved, but he kept them in place.

"I also thought you'd be feistier." He chuckled. "But you must really want something if you're not fighting like you usually do." His hand moved to give your other nipple attention. "I bet you want nothing more than for me to bend you over this couch." His words were emphasized with a harsher pinch, and you were embarrassed by the moan that slipped out of you.

He was barely touching you and your legs were already squeezing together.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby?" He smiled, his hands pulling your wrists so you were back to being right in front of him. "Just say the word."

You licked your lips before parting them, but as his gaze was more intense, you froze.

"Come on, pretty girl." He coaxed, his hand moving to pet your hair. "Tell me how much of a brat you are." His finger ran over your cheek. "How you talked all that shit just to rile me up." He whispered as he ran his finger over your lower lip. "Tell me how bad you want me."

He was talking so sweetly that you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Please," You whimpered. "Stop teasing."

"You know how to make me stop." He said simply. "Be a good girl and tell me what I wanna hear."

"I want you." You broke. "I want you so bad, please." You whimpered, hands tugging against his hold. "If I'd known you were like this, I'd never have acted up, I swear."

"'Like this'?" He quoted with a raised brow. "And what am I like, pretty girl?"

"Matthew, please." You whined and tugged against his hold again, but he only pulled you impossibly closer.

"What did I say about playing nice?" His voice was lower and you wanted nothing more than to take back everything you said in the past twenty-four hours.

"I didn't think you'd.." You trailed off, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. "Act like this." You swallowed. "...I thought you'd just give me what I want."

"Good girl." He smiled sweetly. "Now apologize for making this harder than it needed to be."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Tell me you want me." He licked his lips. "I'll give in if you tell me one more time." He smirked. "You just sound so pretty asking for me."

All trace amounts of shame that were in you were long gone as you practically begged him to do something.

He was quick to pull you back in for a kiss, his hand releasing your wrist and opting to rest on your ass before giving a harsh squeeze, your moan acting as encouragement. He moved the both of you around the sofa so he could sit, and you happily straddled his lap and hovered, wanting nothing more than for his hands to have room to do whatever they wanted. Your hands grabbed the sides of his face, the need to just touch him taking over.

It was as if he were making up for lost time the way his hands roamed over you before slipping into your pajama shorts from one of the leg holes, the action coaxing a gasp from you.

His fingers slowly slipped under your panties, and he moaned as he slid his fingers towards your clit.

He wanted to make a comment about how wet you were from the bare minimum. He wanted to ask why you were so needy. He wanted to pull away and make a comment about how right you were that he didn't know what a clit was just to make you squirm. He wanted to tell you to beg him to touch you. But the way you sounded was too good for him to want to interrupt. He could talk his shit later.

He was slow and steady with circling your clit as if you weren't nearly dripping. You were sure he could slide into you completely and you'd be more than fine.

"Don't tease." You whispered, your head dropping onto his shoulder.

"Making sure you can take me is teasing?" He chuckled, his finger moving to slide into you. "The last thing you need to bark about it how much you can take." His tone was serious, but you really couldn't handle the foreplay.

"Matthew, I damn near came untouched from you holding me still, just fuck m-" You were cut off as a moan was ripped from you when he roughly inserted two more fingers.

"I told you to play nice twice already." He growled, his hand coming up to grab your hair and make you look at him, the sight of you with your mouth hanging open making him twitch in his pants. "I don't ask three times."

Your legs tried to close but you fucked yourself over when you climbed over his lap.

"You're going to cum from this, then apologize." He told you sternly, his fingers alternating from fast pumps to slow. "If it's a good apology, I'll fuck you like you so desperately want me to." His eyes were back on you. "Is that understood?"

You nodded, but the way his thumb ran over your clit had the words spilling out of you.

"Yes, sir." You whined as the title came out, your eyes screwing shut in partial embarrassment. It was the last thing you wanted him to know.

"And here I thought you were a 'daddy' kinda girl." He smirked as his hold on your hair moved you so he could lean in and press more kisses against your neck, leaving small bites when he felt like it.

"Matthew, please, I'-"

"Ask sir for permission." You could feel him smirk against your neck and you couldn't help but clench. "If you cum without permission, I won't fuck you at all."

"Please, sir, can I cum?" You were glad he couldn't see you. You knew the way the tears were welling your eyes that he'd never let you live it down. "I need to cum, sir, so bad."

And just like that, your luck ran out as he pulled away to look at you.

"Look at me when you cum." His thumb was back on your clit and your body twitched. "If you close your eyes, I'm leaving."

You reluctantly opened your eyes. You didn't need to be told twice if it meant you could let go, your eyes nearly closing from the pleasure. You managed to keep them at a questionable squint, and you hoped Matthew would be okay with it.

As he slid his fingers out of you, your body fell completely onto him. The rough hand in your hair was now softly petting as you tried to catch your beath.

"Now where's that apology?" He said softly when he felt you calm down.

"I'm sorry for not being nice." You'd be ashamed of yourself if he didn't just fuck you up with his fingers alone. Maybe he deserved some sincerity. "I won't make you repeat yourself again, sir."

"Hmm," He hummed as he pretended to think on it. "Do you think you deserved to cum so quickly?"

"No, sir." You shook your head. "Thank you for letting me."

You were starting to fear the heat on your face was now permanent. How were you supposed to move on from this? The idea of maintaining a friendship was gone, but how were you supposed to even look at him after this?

"Do you still want me to bend you over the couch or would you rather stay right here?"

You whined against him at the way he phrased it.

"You'll call me 'sir' but I can't ask where you want it?" He laughed his usual laugh and your heart fluttered. "Come on," He moved you off of him and took his shirt off. "We can do missionary and you can stare at me all you want."

It was your turn to laugh.

"As much as I'd love more eye contact," You chuckled. "I'll take my chances over the couch."

"Don't blame me if you fall off." He smirked.

"Are you saying you'd let me fall?" You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "That's not very nice, sir."

Instead of words, he grabbed you and pushed you over the back of the couch, your knees steady against the back of the sofa. You were glad to not be looking at him, but something about not knowing what he'd do first was getting to you.

You lightly flinched when your felt his hands at your waist, his hands hooking both your shorts and underwear into his grasp before he pulled them down.

"As much as I'd love to just push them to the side, I don't want to ruin such cute pajamas." You couldn't see him licking his lips as the pieces of clothing landed on your knees.

He ran his hands over your legs, his eyes trained on how goosebumps trailed behind his touch.

"Do you know how many times I thought about this?" He whispered as he took in the scene in front of him. It was more to himself, and he wasn't expecting an answer, but when you spoke up, he couldn't contain himself.

"Don't hold back, then." You whispered. "I'm all yours right now."

You felt a sharp slap on your ass and you hissed.

"You're all mine from now on." He said before slapping the opposite cheek.

The words had you clenching around nothing. You wanted nothing more than to ask him to fuck you, but you were scared he'd get upset again.

"Say it." He said, the sound of his pants shifting filling the silence after the question.

"I'm yours, sir." You repeated. "Always."

You felt him move behind you and place a hand on your back. It wasn't long before you felt him run himself along your folds, the pressure on your clit making your hips buck.

It didn't take long until you felt him teasingly slip himself inside just to pull out, then repeat, pushing himself deeper and deeper with every thrust.

"Fuck," He groaned once he bottomed out, the hand on your back balling into a fist.

"Please," You moaned as you clenched around him. "Matthew, I need you."

The desperation in your voice as you said his name was enough to pull him from his thoughts.

"I'll take it that we really can't go back from this." He groaned as his hands moved to grip your hips for support.

"You're literally inside me, why are you bringing this up," You whined as you gripped the sofa. He would bring up the most irrelevant shit.

"Because -fuck- I need to know this isn't a one-time thing." His voice was strained.

Of all the times to get emotional.

"It will be if you don't shut up." You bit back a moan when his hips sped up. "I'm trying to enjoy this." Your hand reached behind you and without asking, he was quick to hold on.

The interaction was enough to make your stomach tighten, and it wasn't long before you opened you mouth in a failed attempt to ask for permission to let go. He could feel you getting closer and spoke up for you.

"You don't have to, y/n." He ran his finger over your hand. "Just let go."

The gesture had your legs shaking and it confused you. You weren't one to come undone from gentleness in bed. Yet, here you were, Matthew's name falling off your lips as you tried to catch your breath. When he groaned your name as he came, you swore you could cum again on the spot.

When you both calmed down, he slowly pulled out and wrapped his hands around you to pull you off the back of the couch. He moved the both of you so you were laying down, but you moved so you were on his side instead of his chest.

There was a strange silence that took over and you started to wonder if he was regretting it. There was nothing wrong with crossing the line, but what if the realization took over that he couldn't uncross the line? Sure, he mentioned it, but what if that was a heat-of-the-moment thing to say?

As if he read your mind, he spoke up.

"Tell me this wasn't a one-time thing." He looked down at you while his thumb ran lines over your hip.

Maybe it wasn't a heat-of-the-moment type thing.

"Do you think I'd embarrass myself for a one-night stand?" You raised a brow. "After everything you made me say, it better not be a one-time thing."

"And just how did you embarrass yourself?" He chuckled. "The begging? The tears? Screaming my name?"

"You wish I screamed your name." You rolled your eyes. "Be nice or I'm locking you out."

"You'd let me back in." He challenged.

"You sure about that?" You raised a brow.

"Of course, I am." He smirked.

"You listen to me so well."

[hynzsn]

★ TWERKIN’ 9 -> 5 ★

☆ seok matthew x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> 1/3 this is the first continuation from ★ PICK YOUR HOLE ★

-> bottom!matthew x top!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: submissive!matthew, big ass!matthew, favoritism, twerking, body oil, oiled-up ass cheeks, lap dance, face sitting, face riding, rimming, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, kissing, caressing, cock riding, cum, multiple cumshots, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, teasing, moaning, whining, crying out in pleasure, facial, cumpie/creampie, squelching

wc: 2.2k

summary: your baby matthew’s been learning how to twerk just so he can see your reaction when he shows you his new moves. when you choose to play with him first, he’s eager to show off, twerk his ass all over your face and bounce on your cock.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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“mmm, look at my three gorgeous boys, all lined up and ready for me,” you cooed, your eyes sparkling with desire as you took in the sight of your three submissive boyfriends. jiwoong, matthew, and ricky stood in a row, their pants pulled down, their asses on display, and their needy holes winking in anticipation.

but it was matthew, your baby, who caught your attention the most. matthew was playfully wiggling his ass, inviting you to take a closer look. his smooth cheeks, milky white as fresh cream, jiggling playfully, was a sight that made your mouth water and your cock twitch with need. matthew had been learning how to twerk, eager to show off his new moves and see the expression on your face.

of course, you loved all of your boyfriends dearly, but there was something special about matthew that made him your favorite. matthew had a certain spark—a mischievous glint in his eye—that always seemed to be inviting you for some secret, naughty one-on-one adventure. he was always eager to try something new and exciting in the bedroom, such as learning how to twerk, in order to drive you crazy. he was playful and teasing. but it wasn’t just his playful nature that made matthew your favorite. matthew was incredibly affectionate and loving. the type to crawl into your lap and deliver a passionate kiss, encircling your neck as if he were unable to relinquish his hold. additionally, matthew had a secretive side to his sluttiness. he might tease and play, but he always saves his most passionate and intimate moments for you alone. not to mention, matthew had an absolutely mouthwatering, juicy ass. you could spend hours indulging in it, licking and sucking until matthew was a trembling mess. that shit was like a drug, and you were happily addicted. so, while you loved and cared for all your boyfriends, there was just something extra special about your baby matthew, earning him the title of your favorite. and matthew certainly knew how to take advantage of his status as your favorite.

“aww, my cute little matty, what are you up to?” you teased, stepping closer to run a finger gently over matthew’s exposed cheek. “you’re being a naughty boy, aren’t you? teasing me with your pretty ass.”

matthew let out a playful giggle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “maybe i just wanted to give you a little preview. i’ve got some new moves that i know you’re going to love.”

your cock twitched at the invitation, and you couldn’t resist reaching out to give matthew’s ass a firm smack, making him squeal in surprise. “oh, really now? and what kind of moves do you have in store for me, baby?”

matthew turned his head, flashing a flirty smile over his shoulder. “i’ll give you a hint. it involves me shaking this pretty ass all over your lap. but first, i need to get nice and slippery.” with that, matthew reached for a bottle of body oil that he had already within arms reach; he knew you’d choose him first. you always do. he poured a generous amount into his palm before rubbing it between his hands. he then began to slick up his cheeks, the oil making his skin glow and accentuating every delicious curve.

“damn baby, you’re making my mouth water,” you growled, your eyes fixed on matthew’s hands as they glided over his smooth skin. “fuck, you know i’ve got two other cock-hungry sluts that need my attention; this better be good.” jiwoong whined, and ricky let out a dissatisfied huff. their eyes were on you, sulking at not being chosen first.

“don’t worry, boys, you’ll get your turn,” matthew purred, wiggling his brows at his fellow submissives. “but for now, he’s all mine.” matthew sauntered over to where you stood, a confident smoke playing on his lips. the oil glistened on his milky cheeks, making them look deliciously squeezable. "you ready for this?” matthew teased, his eyes daring you to take him on.

your breath hitched as you took in the sight before you. matthew was a vision, all confidence and seduction. “i think it’s time you showed me what you’ve learned, baby.”

matthew didn’t need to be told twice. he backed up towards you, pressing his oiled-up cheeks against your crotch, making sure he could feel how hard he had made you. then, he began to move, his hips swaying sensuously as he twerked and grinded against you. your hands immediately went to matthew’s hips, guiding his movements as he bounced and twerked on your lap. the oil's slickness caused matthew's skin to feel as smooth as silk, and you were unable to suppress a moan at the sensation.

“pop it, baby,” you encouraged, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display. matthew’s ass cheeks clapped together, creating a squelchy, wet sound that filled the room. matthew threw his head back, his moans mixing with yours as he continued to put on a show. as he began to really twerk, he reached down and placed his hands on his knees for support. his ass was moving in perfect rhythm.

“damn, matty, you’ve been holding out on me,” you groaned, your cock aching with need. “you’re gonna make me bust a nut just from this alone.”

matthew just laughed. the sound was high and breathy as he kept moving. “you like it? yeah, i knew you would. just wait until you see what else i can do.”

your hands moved down to squeeze matthew’s jiggly cheeks, your thumbs brushing against his sensitive, needy hole. “stop teasing me, baby. i want to taste what’s mine.” you couldn't wait any longer; you needed to taste matthew, to feel his soft skin against your lips. you guided matthew towards the bed, gently pushing him forward so that he was bent over the edge. his ass presented itself like a delicious offering. “such a perfect view,” you murmured, your eyes taking in the sight of matthew’s oiled-up cheeks and the pink pucker of his hole. you leaned in, inhaling the scent of matthew’s arousal, and then planted a soft kiss just above his hole.

matthew let out a whimper at the touch, his knees weakening as your lips made contact. “please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “i need your tongue inside me.”

you didn’t keep him waiting any longer. you dove in, your mouth enveloping matthew’s needy hole as your tongue began to rim him with abandon. you licked and sucked with a fervor that caused matthew to weep with pleasure. “oh, fuck!” matthew moaned, bracing himself on the bed with his hands, while your tongue worked like magic. “right there! that feels so good!”

you moaned in response, the sound vibrating against matthew’s sensitive skin, making him squirm and whimper. your hands gripped matthew’s hips, holding him in place as you continued to rim him relentlessly.

matthew was unable to resist the urge to stroke his own cock as you ate him out. he moaned and whimpered, his hips thrusting back to meet your tongue, desperate for more stimulation. “that’s it, baby, touch yourself,” you encouraged between licks. “let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.” matthew didn’t hold back; he began jerking himself off, his breath coming out in short gasps as he neared his peak. “i’m close, so close!”

you wanted to feel matthew’s release, so you redoubled your efforts, your tongue fucking matthew’s hole as you reached up to play with his balls. with a cry, matthew came, his cum splattering across the bed as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. “fuck! oh my god, fuck!”

you pulled back, a satisfied smirk on your face as you watched matthew ride out his high, your lips glistening from the combination of oil and matthew’s natural juices. you looked up at matthew, your eyes dark with desire. “that was beautiful, baby. but we’re not done yet; i want you to ride my face,” you stated, your voice hoarse.

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now laying on your back, your eyes sparkled with satisfaction as you watched matthew hovering above you. he was a vision, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his ass still tingling from the intense oral attention you just gave him. he straddled your face, lowering himself until his ass was hovering just above your mouth. “like this?” he teased, his voice full of playful innocence.

“perfect,” you growled. “now show me those moves, baby, twerk for me. i want to feel your ass bouncing all over my face.”

matthew began to twerk and grind against your mouth, his ass cheeks clapping together as he moved his hips with a mischievous giggle. your tongue lashed out to lick and suck matthew's hole, causing him to let out those sweet whimpers and moans that you love to hear. you immediately went to town, again. “oh my god!” matthew cried out, his hands bracing himself on the bed for the second time as he tried to maintain balance. “that tongue of yours... it’s wicked!”

you moaned in response, sending a shiver up matthew’s spine. you sucked and nibbled, eating matthew’s ass just the way you knew he liked it, like an animal. matthew began to bounce faster, his ass cheeks jiggling against your face with every thrust. he threw his head back, moaning loudly as he surrendered to the pleasure that washed over him. his second orgasm was imminent, and he had not even touched himself this time. he was going to cum, hands free. “ahh! i’m going to cum again!”

“do it, baby,” you encouraged, your voice muffled underneath matthew’s ass and your hands squeezing matthew’s cheeks, helping to guide his movements. “cum all over my face. make a mess of me, baby.”

matthew came with another cry, this time painting your face as his body shook from the overwhelming release. he collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he tried to find his mind and catch his breath. his ass was still silently hovering above your mouth. “good boy,” you murmured, your hands gently caressing matthew’s ass cheeks. “enough of the appetizers; it's time for the main course, baby. it’s time for my cock to pound that needy, tight hole of yours.”

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you sat on the edge of the bed, your cock hard and throbbing, as you observed matthew stand up, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. matthew’s hole was red and puffy from the intense rimming, and you couldn’t wait to feel it clenching around your cock. “come here, baby,” you beckoned. “straddle my lap and let me take care of you.”

he eagerly climbed into your lap, facing you. he wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you passionately, his chest flush against yours, as your hands began to roam over matthew’s body, caressing his back and sides before slowly making your way down to his ass. with gentle fingers, you began to massage matthew’s hole, slowly inserting one finger and then two, probing and stretching him for what’s about to come. matthew's body relaxed as your fingers thrust in and out of him, and he moaned into the kiss. matthew lowered himself, and you positioned matthew's hole over your cock, gradually guiding the head of your cock inside. you both moaned at the feeling—matthew at the stretch, and you at the tightness enveloping you.

once matthew had taken all of your length, he paused, adjusting to the feeling of being filled—the feeling that he'd been waiting for all day. then he began to move, slowly at first, his hips rising and falling as he rode your cock. "that's it, baby, ride me," you urged, your hands kneading and gripping matthew's hips to assist in directing his movements. “you look so beautiful like this.”

“ah…ah… matthew whined out as he increased his pace, his ass bouncing on your lap as you thrust upwards. He met each thrust with his downward motions, and your bodies moved in perfect harmony. “fill me up. i want you to cum inside me, please!” your cock twitched at the request, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. you felt yourself reaching your peak as your hands squeezed matthew's cheeks, pulling him down harder onto your cock. with a few more thrusts, your orgasm was finally on its edge. “mmm, I’m so close, baby, so close!” you warned, your voice strained.

"cum with me!" matthew pleaded, building his own orgasm again as he rode your cock. "fill me up!" with a deep and gutteral moan, you came, your cum shooting deep inside matthew's hole. the sensation also sent matthew over the edge, for the third damn time, and he cried out, his body shaking as he came again, his release coating your chest. you held matthew tightly as you rode out your highs, your breath mingling as you basked in the afterglow. "that was incredible, baby," you murmured, planting soft kisses on matthew's neck.

matthew nuzzled into your touch, a satisfied smile on his face. "it was perfect. but don't forget, my ass is all yours. any time you want it." you smirked, already devising a plan for the next occasion when you would have the opportunity to taste and feel matthew's flawless ass. you chuckled, your hands gently caressing matthew's back. "of course, baby. but let's not forget about jiwoong and ricky. they’ve been very patient, and i think it's their turn now.” and with that, you gently eased out of matthew, a mischievous glint in your eye as you turned to face your other two submissive boyfriends, who had been watching the entire time, their cocks hard and needy.

[zbis]

matthew + choking - no explicit smut but still minors dni

today you and all of his friends had been hanging out casually at the dorms. it was all going great until one of them decided it was a good idea to start flirting with you. boredom leads to interesting scenarios between men, you figure. of course, it was playful because they all knew how matthew could be but it was mainly for fun and games and to get a reaction out of their friend.

"matthew's girlfriend looks really pretty today!" jiwoong had pointed out. a simple tongue poke through the cheek was enough to let you know that matthew was getting irritated already. his bright eyes had turned dark and you could tell his whole demeanor had changed just by the comment alone.

you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from bursting out laughing because of how obvious he could be. just to rile him up because you were bored out of your mind, you decided to play along with the group's antics. a little poking fun wouldn't hurt, plus you could tell matthew had been pent up and stressed so why not lighten the mood?

matthew was definitely not happy to entertain this, not realizing that it was just a sudden ploy to get him angry on purpose. the guys liked to joke that he was just too easy to mess around with. he truly took everything to heart.

"thank you jiwoong," you blink at him flirtatiously. somewhere in the room, you hear matthew huff but you block it out of your mind. a part of you wanted to see how far this could go but a part of you knew this was a bad idea.

"can you guys not do that," matthew mumbles under his breath. he tries to pull you closer to him but you don't appreciate the force he's using so you resist.

"do what," you raise your eyebrows at him and pout. you use this chance to lean your head on gyuvin's shoulder, who was sitting nearest to you. "are they not allowed to compliment me?" you egg him on.

gyuvin laughs nervously at the way the older boy glares at him. he must not have been in the mood to feel matthew's wrath, you'd have to remember to apologize to the poor boy later.

"you know what you're doing.." matthew grunts, attempting once more to move you closer to his embrace. his arm muscles bulge every time he pulls you away from gyuvin and you appreciate it for a moment because damn, he has been working out. "im not doing anything. don't pull me so hard" you protest.

in your subtle struggle to stop him from pulling you close you don't notice how your skirt rides up and almost flashes some of the boys. most of them look away, thankfully. "y/n what's up with you??" matthew questions.

"im not doing anything wrong," you defend. "not doing anything wrong?" matthew's frustration with you starts to flare up when you say that. he huffs and stands up, almost knocking down the glasses on the table. everyone glances at him and then at you because they know what comes next.

"my room, now" he frowns at you. he walks off without waiting for you and you know you should probably not make him more upset than he already is. ricky makes a suggestive gesture in the corner of the room and you throw him a playful glare. hanbin shakes his head at you, whispering a "you're in for it".

once you get to matthew's room you see him sitting on his bed with his arms crossed. "fuck he looks so g-"

"the fuck is wrong with you?" "oh"

"nothing," you mutter. he sighs, running his hands down his face. suddenly a small part of you feels guilty. "do you enjoy making me upset y/n?"

when he repositions his arms, you shamelssly stare at them. the veins on his arms and hands are angerily popping out and you want nothing more than for him to-

"my goddamn eyes are up here"

you swallow hard, embarrassed at being caught. "i was just mesing around, its not a big deal, you're just....unbearable.

"im unbearable?!" matthew scoffs. "not with how you're being a slut around my friends every 2 seconds," he rolls his eyes.

you fold your arms across your chest but find yourself biting back a smile once again. when matthew had so gracefully yanked you off the couch, the sadistic part of you sort of hoped he would put you in your place right then and there somehow.

"no you're just possessive as fuck," you mumble. there it was. the word matthew hated the most. he stands up from the bed and takes long strides to where you stand. you back up but find that you're already up against the door. he wraps his veiny cold hands around your neck and you can feel his equally cool jewelry grazing your skin.

you gasp and grasp at his hand. "possessive?" he ponders on the word for a moment, kind of liking how it sounds for a second. "hell yeah i am" he grip around your neck tightens.

"m-matthew" you whine. you don't want to but you subconsciously rub your thighs together. this doesn't go unnoticed by him either as he rolls his eyes, realizing your motives.

"i can show you just how possessive i can be"

[slytherinshua]

HUSBAND MATERIAL

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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