#zerobaseone matthew

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YOU'RE THE SUN THAT'S IN MY EYES ( SEOK MATTHEW )

— two best friends, a million missed hints, and one group of very impatient matchmakers.

୨୧ fem!reader 𖦹 ( 1573 words ) ⩇ fluff & crack

You had a problem. A very big problem. And that problem was Matthew.

Matthew was your best friend in the whole world. He had been for a while. Except, somewhere along the way, being around him started to make your heart race, and suddenly, you found yourself harboring a very inconvenient, very distracting crush on him. It was ridiculous, honestly. Your heart only acted up because Matthew was nice. He was sweet to everyone, not just you. Surely, you’d get over this stupid infatuation soon. But the more you tried to ignore it, the worse it got.

It was all his fault. Seriously. Because how were you not supposed to swoon whenever he grinned at you? You felt like a complete fool, getting all giddy like a lovesick teenager when Matthew probably didn’t even notice. He was just being friendly, right? That’s what best friends do!

But there were moments. Little moments. That made you question this. Like that one time, when you went to get coffee before an exam, and he’d taken your cold hands in his, lifted them closer to his mouth, and pressed his lips against them to warm them. You were not prepared for that. You swore your knees buckled the moment he did that, heart beating fast and hands still shaking as you went into the exam.

Or how, in class, he always insisted on sitting next to you. His leg would always be pressed against yours, a constant point of contact that left your skin buzzing. And when you pulled away, you’d see his shoulders slump in disappointment from the corner of your eye.

And then there was the heart. The stupid, wobbly-looking heart he once drew on the back of your hand while you were studying. Normally, he’d just draw a penis to annoy you, but no, this time it was a heart. And he’d done it with that little grin on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Matthew was infuriating. Infuriatingly adorable. He was also the funniest and kindest guy you knew. No matter how bad your day was, he always greeted you with that infectious smile—the kind that made your heart stumble and your lips mirror his before you could stop yourself. That was the effect Matthew had on you. He was your walking sunshine, and you were hopelessly addicted to his warmth.

Matthew thinks you’re the stupidest girl on earth. And yes, the prettiest too, but he’ll get to that part later. Right now, you were the stupidest girl ever! He was grappling with the fact that despite all the obvious hints he’d been dropping, you were still completely oblivious to his feelings. It was driving him insane!

He’d been trying so hard to make it clear—flirting, being extra touchy and attentive, drawing hearts on your hand (which he swore was a huge gesture)—but you seemed to think he was just being friendly. And don’t even get him started on Taerae, who kept insisting that Matthew’s so-called “hints” weren’t hints at all, just Matthew being his usual bubbly self.

Matthew strongly disagreed. To him, it was crystal clear that he was practically waving a neon sign that read “I have feelings for you!” He was convinced that if he came right out and told you he loved you, you’d just smile and say, “Thanks,” thinking he was just being friendly. It was infuriating, and frankly, a little heartbreaking.

Maybe you liked Matthew just as a friend. Maybe you were immune to his charm. But if that were true, then why did you look at him like you wanted to kiss the life out of him? And why did you turn bright red whenever his hand brushed against yours, as though a mere touch was enough to set your whole world on fire? So many questions in his head, each more perplexing than the last. He felt like he almost had the answers, but then a creeping doubt would settle in—what if he was just reading too much into it?

The more he tried to make sense of your reactions, the more tangled his thoughts became. The way you laughed at his jokes no matter how lame they were, the way you leaned in unconsciously when you spoke to him, and the way your hands would idly reach up to his hair and play with it—it all seemed like more than mere friendship to Matthew. But the thought that he was just seeing what he wanted to see haunted him.

It didn’t take long for your friends to catch on, too. And God, were they annoying about it. Hao would peer at you and Matthew over the top of his glasses, face scrunched up in utter disgust whenever you two shared even the briefest interaction. A smile? Cue the exaggerated eye roll.

Gyuvin and Ricky weren’t any better, making it a point to cough obnoxiously loud whenever Matthew was trying to speak to you.

“Hey Y/N, your hair looks—” cough, cough. “I really like your—” COUGH, COUGH!

It was like being under constant surveillance by a team of over-the-top drama queens.

Gunwook, though, was the real menace. He’d lean in to give Matthew a hug and end up “accidentally” pushing him toward you, sending you both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs. And yet, despite the chaos, neither of you seemed annoyed. If anything, you both secretly enjoyed the feeling of being in each other’s arms, touches lingering just a little longer. And though you’d never admit it, your friends knew. They’d just watch you and Matthew smile at each other with knowing smirks.

Yujin took things to an entirely new level. He’d let out a loud, dramatic gasp whenever your hand brushed against Matthew’s, throwing his hands over his eyes like he’d seen the most scandalous thing ever.

And Jiwoong—this guy had a knack for trickery. Somehow always convincing you and Matthew to wear matching clothes or accessories without either of you realizing, until the boys saw you.

The moment you’d walk in with Matthew, both of you wearing an item of the same color or print, they would erupt into cheers, saying that you two were “basically a married couple now.”

Taerae would then start singing a sad ballad, dragging out every note as much as possible, while wiping fake tears from his eyes, while Hao, Ricky, and Gyuvin would start coming up with baby names. The teasing was relentless.

Hanbin was the only normal one among you. The one beacon of sanity. If anything, he probably felt more embarrassment than you or Matthew ever did. While everyone took a chance to push you two together, Hanbin would just watch from afar, arms crossed, head shaking in disappointment. And when he noticed that you and Matthew actually enjoyed the teasing? Oh, that made it even worse.

Like that one time at a café. The whole group was seated, enjoying their drinks, when Gyuvin decided to be, well, Gyuvin. “Kiss her! Kiss her!” he chanted loudly, just because you’d taken a sip of Matthew’s drink. And of course, the others immediately jumped in, some even banging their fists on the table like they were at a sports game rather than a quiet café. They yelled louder and louder, forgetting about the innocent people around who were probably annoyed by the chants. Hanbin, as usual, just stood off to the side, pretending not to know any of you. His face was buried in his hands as the barista shot your group a death glare. The inevitable happened: you were all kicked out. And Hanbin, red-faced and mortified, sighed deeply as he trailed behind the rest of you.

But nothing could compare to the stunt they’d pulled just now. You and Matthew had cluelessly stepped into the elevator, like you always did, only for it to break down while you two were trapped inside.

“Shit, what do we do now?” you asked, pressing the buttons on the elevator with urgency.

Matthew wrapped his hand around your wrist and gently pulled you toward him. “Don’t worry, it’s probably just the boys playing another prank,” he said softly.

You relaxed at his words. Ricky probably paid someone to do this—at least, you hoped. You went to stand beside Matthew, leaning on the cold elevator wall next to him.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you rubbed your temple and said, “Honestly, they’ve lost all sense of shame.”

Matthew chuckled at your words and turned to face you. “You know, maybe we should just save them the trouble and go out.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, but the grin on your face gave your feelings away. Matthew’s hands were immediately on your hips, pulling you toward him.

The others waited with bated breath, hoping you’d be stuck long enough for something to happen, hoping this would finally force you two to make a move. And it worked. When the doors finally pried open a few minutes later, there you were, mid-kiss, with Matthew’s hand tangled in your hair as you both finally gave in to the tension that had been building for what felt like forever.

The second Gyuvin saw you, he screamed at the top of his lungs, “THEY FINALLY KISSED! OH MY GOD!” as he jumped around. Meanwhile, Yujin stood there, completely flabbergasted at the sight in front of him, mouth hanging open.

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[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airpods

read part two (posted 4/28/24) here!!! wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "bad girl", reader is wearing a denim skirt) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- also a really bonkers scenario; funny & angst -- stepcest -- inserting foreign objects -- slighttttt dub-conn-ish summary: (y/n) will only give rivalnewstepbrother!matthew his airpods back if he promises to play a little game with them

ੈ✩‧₊˚ this is a doozy lmao. pretty iconic tho if i do say so myself. i take literally no responsibility for it even tho i am 100% responsible for it. basically just wrote itself while i was in a fever dream-like state so pls enjoy. i think it needs a sequel personally but lemme know what you think!

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest, insertion of foreign object into genitals (reader), kind of dub-conny, lots of taunting teasing and degradation from both characters, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (female receiving), orgasm denial, hints of dom!matt and dom!reader and also sub!matt and sub!reader we really cover the bases and lay some groundwork lmao, lots of swearing and i used the word vagina once it was for something funny not for smut but people can still be triggered by that word so! you are warned.

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“matty, what the actual f*ck are you doing?” you ask as the sight of your dumbass step brother admiring his shirtless reflection in the mirror assaults your eyes.

ever since you met matthew a year and a half ago, every holiday had been ruined by your family constantly comparing you to him. why couldn’t you be more like matt? he’s so passionate and hardworking towards his craft and you’re a waitress at a bar. and not a classy one.

though you don’t see him all that much, you have to share the house with him when he comes home to visit. this particular visit, you and matthew have the house to yourselves for the night— your parents having left this morning for a little new year’s getaway.

matthew’s flexing his (admittedly defined) triceps and dancing around a bit— headphones covering his ears. but when he sees your reflection staring back at him in his bedroom mirror, he jumps in horror.

“WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME!?” he shouts, tearing off his headphones and sprinting across the room to slam the door in your face. “stalker.”

“freak,” you reply childishly, stepping back out of the doorframe to avoid a broken nose. once the door is shut, you knock sweetly.

tap, tap. tap, tap.

matthew opens it, cheeks as red (and canadian) as a pair of macintosh apples. “what do you want?”

“well, i was going to give you back your airpods that i stole yesterday so you didn’t have to wear those clunky headphones anymore, but,” you shake the airpods case in front of you teasingly before placing it back in the pocket of your denim skirt, “i don’t really wanna give them to you anymore after how rude you just were.”

“you—… you stole my airpods!?” matthew exclaims. “i’ve been looking everywhere for them!” 

you shrug. “i guess not everywhere.”

“ugh, you can be such a b—,” matthew starts to curse, but he stops; a little conflicted pout forming on his plush lips. “a b—…”

“you can’t even f*cking say it, can you?” you taunt, pushing matthew’s door open a little further and taking a step inside. “too much of a marshmallow to even swear at me. afraid of hurting my feelings or something, matty?”

“as i’ve said many times before, just matt is fine,” he spits, brows furrowing in frustration. “and i’m not a marshmallow. and, frankly, i don’t give a… shit… about your feelings!”

“cute,” you mock, inching closer to him. your eyes wander down to his torso, a six-pack of well-fed abs staring back at you. “what is it with all the muscles anyway? you think they’ll distract girls from seeing how much of a dumpling you really are?”

“i’m not a dumpling,” matthew huffs through gritted teeth. “and it’s none of your business.”

you consider this for a moment and then nod. “you’re right. it’s none of my business.”

“really? that was easier than—”

“but if it was my business,” you continue, stealing another glance at his chest. your eyes trail down further— waistband of his calvin klein boxers peaking out from his jeans. you hate to admit it, but he’s kind of hot. maybe that wasn’t an entirely appropriate thought to be having about your lameass new step brother, but it was unfortunately the truth. “i’d tell you it isn’t working. not bad to look at though.”

you turn on your heel, starting to walk back out the door when matthew calls, “hey, what about my airpods!?”

“what airpods?” you reply innocently before a smirk darkens your features. you pull the case out of the pocket of your skirt again and wave it in front of him enticingly. “oh, these?”

matthew tries to grab them out of your hand, but you’re too quick— the earbuds back safely in your pocket before he can steal them. his jaw sets, eyes ripe with anger as he pushes the door shut behind you. he inches forward, effectively trapping you between him and the door. “give them the fuck back, you insufferable bitch.”

a wave of desire rushes over you. there’s just something about driving a nice boy over the edge that really does it for you.

and matthew was the nicest of nice boys— and because of that, a giant pain in your ass. but hearing him talk like that as he corners you in; hovering only a couple inches from your face…

“oh—… i—… uh… sorry,” he stutters as he realizes how close he is to you, backing up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. matthew blushes again as he looks away from you nervously. 

he’s resumed his dumpling form, but the glimpse of potential lurking underneath was enough to make you want to see more. 

“fine, you can have your airpods back,” you relent with a sigh. “if…”

“if?” he asks, brow raised.

“if you can find where i hide them,” you finish with a proud smile.

“i’m not gonna play that game,” matthew replies with a frown. “besides, this house is huge! you’re gonna make me tear the whole thing up to find something that small? no way.”

“that’s too bad,” you say, shaking your head. “i guess they’re mine now.”

matthew groans. “at least make the playing field more reasonable.”

you tilt your head to the side, a devious plan entering your mind. “i think i can work with that.”

matthew sighs. “i can’t believe i’m entertaining this... but where are you thinking?”

“me,” you answer. “i’m thinking you can search me.”

“like, you’re gonna hide it on your person,” matthew clarifies, ears burning red. “like, in one of your pockets?”

“yeah, exactly,” you hum happily. “my pocket.”

matthew swallows nervously, purposefully avoiding your gaze. “that sounds too easy. there has to be a catch.”

“no catch. it’ll be in my pocket,” you confirm, extending your hand to him. “you just have to find the right one.”

matthew blinks at you, then at your hand. after a moment, he takes it in his own and shakes it. “fine. deal.”

“i’ll be back in a minute then,” you say, throwing open the door and running off to hide the airpods in one of your pockets. 

—

“okay, so it’s not in your hoodie pockets,” matthew deduces after reaching a tentative hand in each one and coming up empty. “that means it’s in one of these pockets?”

you smile at him encouragingly as he blinks nervously at you, gesturing to your denim skirt. 

“why are you making me do this?” matthew laments dramatically. “aren’t you, like… uncomfortable with me touching you and stuff?”

“not at all,” you reply with a smirk. “i do get a lot of enjoyment out of making you uncomfortable though.”

“so i gathered,” he says, starting to reach for one of your back pockets. “is it okay if i—.”

“just do it already,” you interject, rolling your eyes.

“okay, okay,” matthew says, reaching his hand down the pocket. “sue me for trying to be a gentleman.”

he pulls out his hand. it’s empty. 

matthew reaches down your other back pocket, again finding nothing.

“should probably check the front,” you offer contentedly. 

“thanks for the hint,” matthew huffs, walking back around to face you. cautiously, he sticks his fingers down your left, front pocket— moving them side to side before removing them. “are you f*cking with me? you didn’t even hide them, did you!?”

his rough tone sends another wave of excitement through you, but you force a little pout. “i can’t believe you think i wouldn’t play by the rules, matty.”

he sticks his fingers unceremoniously in the last pocket, coming up empty yet again. “then where the f*ck are they!?”

you tilt your head cutely, basically euphoric over how much you’re riling him up. “in my pocket.”

“i just looked through all your pockets! they’re not—…” matthew stops yelling, seemingly lost in thought before his eyes widen in total disbelief. “wait… you—… you don’t mean…”

“ding, ding, ding,” you reply with a malicious smirk. “you know, you’re smarter than you look.”

“you—… you put my airpods up your VAGINA!?” matthew yells: confused, horrified and impressed all at the same time.

you shrug. “i’ve had bigger.”

matthew is silent as you walk over to his bed and sit down, spreading your legs just a bit.

“well, the deal’s still on,” you offer, placing your hands behind you and leaning back onto them casually. “if you can find them, they’re yours.”

“you—… you want me to…” matthew stammers, eyes locked on your denim skirt. “to...”

“you don’t have to,” you assert, pulling up your skirt to reveal your bare core to him. his lips part, eyeing your center like it’s the forbidden fruit. and it kind of is. “if you don’t want to.”

“this is ridiculous,” matthew says breathily in a way that tells you that, though this may very well be a ridiculous thing to be happening right now, he’s a bit enticed by it all. he walks toward you, pushing you back a bit further onto the bed with one hand to expose your heat more. “this is absolutely f*cking…”

he kneels down on the hardwood floor between your legs, one hand finding each of your thighs and prying them further apart. he grabs your hips, pulling your naked core closer to his face. you hope he doesn’t notice you clench around his airpods at the man-handling.

matthew swallows hard as he examines every inch of you. scandalized eyes and bottom lip drawn between his teeth, you can basically hear his conflicting, depraved thoughts.

“i really hate you, you know that?” he asks rhetorically, licking his lips as your walls pulse again. he stuffs a finger up you suddenly, pushing it in further and further until he’s tapping on the case of his airpods. “if you’ve been looking for a reason that your whole family likes me better than you, i think both of our searches can end with this.”

the tiniest whimper escapes you at the degradation. it’s exactly what you’d been waiting for. 

matthew looks up at you, knuckle-deep in your pussy. his lips part in shock at the sound. “did you--... did you just...”

“are you going to take it out, or what?” you reply, maintaining your rude, slightly bored disposition.

he looks back at your center, moving his finger to try to hook around the case and wiggle it out of you. it doesn’t budge. he inserts another finger into you, stretching your walls out in hopes that the case might come out with more space.

it stays put.

“it’s not coming out,” matthew says, panic in his eyes. “what did you do, gorilla glue it to your cervix?”

“i didn’t even know you knew that word,” you snort, averting his gaze. “i guess you’ll have to find a way to loosen it then.”

matthew’s eyes bulge. “and how the hell am i supposed to do that!?”

“hm, i dunno,” you muse, locking eyes with him again. “don’t they always say to put butter on your arm to make it slippery if it’s stuck in something?”

“you want me to put butter in your...” matthew trails off as he thinks more about your suggestion. “slippery?”

“yeah,” you reply with a nod, desperately trying to maintain your dominance. “you know, like... wet.”

“wet...” he repeats again, eyes meeting your cunt again. “you want me to make you... oh.”

“just a thought,” you shrug off.

matthew shakes his head quickly. “but, we can’t--... i can’t--”

“why can’t you?” you ask, tapping his bare chest with your toes. “oh, i remember now! it’s because you’re a f*cking marshmall--”

matthew’s hands grip your thighs roughly as he pulls your pussy even closer to his face. he licks a long, teasing stripe up through your folds-- ending and circling at your clit. 

this time you don’t hide your moan.

“what was that?” matthew taunts, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “feel good?” 

it does feel good-- better than you could’ve imagined matthew’s tongue would feel against you. you nod, moving your hips to try to push your core even closer to him. he slaps your right thigh hard, warning you wordlessly not to make a fuss. it just makes you need to fuss more, but he reattaches his tongue to your cunt anyway.

he laps at your clit with such dedication that you’re crying out within a couple of minutes-- begging him for more.

“pl--please,” you whine, hand running through his hair and pulling it from the base. “wanna cum on your tongue.”

“f*cking hell,” he moans into your core, the vibration sending more waves of pleasure through you. he closes his eyes as he starts to rhythmically suck on your bundle of nerves, only coming up for air to say, “how can you be so desperate with a pussy this perfect?”

“matty, i--”

“didn’t i tell you not to f*cking call me that,” he growls, inserting a finger into your now dripping cunt. “so this is what you wanted, huh? stole my airpods just so you could cum all over my fingers? you’re such a bad girl, (y/n).”

you’re right on the edge, just a few seconds more and you’ll be moaning matthew’s name like a prayer.

but then you feel it.

matthew’s finger latches around the now lubricated airpod case-- pulling it free from your warmest pocket as he detaches his lips from around your clit. you stare at him helplessly, the denial of your orgasm leaving you so frustrated you’re rendered speechless.

how could you have let him get the upper hand on you?

“but i guess you forgot,” he says with a smirk, standing up and walking toward the door. “bad girls don’t get to cum.”

you blink silently at him once. twice. matthew holds open the door, pointing into the hallway.

“now get out of my room.”

[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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ARGUMENTS WITH ZB1

genre: angst, suggestive (in jiwoong & gunwook's) and a little fluff to save your tears!

tw: food metion (on yujin's)

req: I have a request!! Maybe arguments with zb1?? But like it could be either fluff or angst. I love ur works btw!!! 💗💗💗💗

roxy yappings: i’m not satisfied with this as a whole but wtv😓 anon i’m so glad you like themmm🩷 lots of love towards ur way and i hope you like this one!

hanbin - your constant bipolarity

hear me out..hanbin is a freak of stability, and it would drive him up the wall seeing your constant change in basically anything

you changed your opinion for the 4th time this week? mood changes? at first it was fun, but constantly? nuh uh

he tried to mention it sometimes, but seeing how you ignored it, he decided to ignore you until you got a grip of yourself

REALLY cold, even the memmbers find it weird

probably knows that he will forgive you too easily so he tries to avoid you (spoiler: now you're mad)

"when you stop fucking avoiding me then we'll talk"

could not believe his ears

decides to take an adult and mature approach and tries to talk it out, but takes a lot of things to the heart and decadides to spend some days within his own mind

forget but not forgive typa guy

jiwoong - attention

plain and simple, he thinks you don’t pay him enough attention

explains how he feels the second he starts to feel bed about it because he doesn’t want it to mess up the relationship

would bring up the littlest details you wouldn’t even notice (observant king)

would bring up the “tell me the truth is thaat good?” as a first argument ALWAYS

tries to hide his insecurities and concerns with jokes i’m just a chill guy

“is gyuvin more than me? why do you spend more time with him than with me?” “jiwoong it’s been 2 mins” “SO YOU DO LIVE HIM MOR-”

rather than arguing, it would be jiwoong throwing little tantrums

the key to his heart? reassurance

would jokingly (or not?) tell you to stay away from gyuvin

zanghao - unpunctuality

due to his busy schedule and his drained state afterwards, he's forgotten more than a couple times about your dates, leaving you alone sometimes for more than 2h

when you bring it out, he's flabbergastered, takes it as a joke

boy is PETTY

he brings out old "problems" or things you did, trying to change the subject

"why can't you understand that i have things to do"

would try to put his opinion above yours

"you left me for TWO HOURS in the cold and at 9pm hao" "you should've went home" "YOU should have come, or at least said something!"

literally does not drop the issue. he doesn't mean to hurt you, but he finds illogical you stood there outside waiting for him

portrays his frustration into the conversation as anger towards you

"will you ever admit that it was wrong?" "goodnight"

matthew - future plans

different approach of life brings you to a constant bickering that sometimes becomes an argument

he likes to plan things out and you like to go with the flow and whenever he tries to settle a date for your date, you dismiss him, which stresses him a LOT

sulking and pouting at it’s max

would curse in english

“i love you and i try to understand you, but you need to try and understand me too”

low-key every little fight would make him rethink the trajectory of your relationship and if it’s worth it. not to the point of breaking up, but he thinks about “what if the differences become bigger and we can’t pull it through?”

would take a step back and give you your own space

nonetheless, he would send sweet messages to your phone like “don’t forget to eat properly!” or “you know i love you,right”

would write a note saying “give me this note back when you’re ready to talk”

the sweetest but during fights, in the quick momentum he can be quite mean

taerae - all jokes n fun

sometimes you felt like you weren’t able to have a deep conversation with taerae without him joking, so when you decided to bring that out, he literally made it a huge problem and got mad

spent the whole week or ignoring you or talking to you in a very serious matter

formal speaking (childish attitude basically)

he took it to the heart

he basically thought he was bothering you and there was no way to fix it (VERY dramatic)

he isn’t sure how to approach the subject, so he pushes you off hoping you figure it out yourself

lowkey talks to the wall about the problem instead of you

literally his band mates have to trap you both in a room for him to open up

literally this emoji while you talk 😐

“so should i go back to normal or you want me to talk to you formal for a week more” typa guy

would go back to normal but he would randomly interrupt himself and go non-verbal

ricky - misscomunication

the reality of the distance between you and your boyfriend was real, espicifically when it came down to talking about his problems or worries

everytime you mentioned it, he avoided the subject

when you called him out and turned it into an arguement, he stood still and very quiet

has nothing to say because he knows you're right

"i don't care about your 'i'm sorry's' ricky, talk to me i'm here"

and he would stay quiet

would be a little frustrated (mostly at himself) but wouldn't show it

"maybe someday but i'm not ready, don't push it" he would say to dismiss the subject

he wouold feel bad afterwards so; cuddle sesson! (still no communication)

gyuvin - personal space

sometimes, you just felt that he suffocated you. especially today, when you were in the first day of your period. he was all over you with hugs and kisses and hand placements. quite cute but too much.

tells you he understands you while not letting you go

he's too worried to leave your side and explains it to you, and even if you explain how you feel and he claims to undertand you, he does nothing to change the current situation

turns into a full yelling-screaming argument

would try to put his opinion above yours pt.2

"this is what i get for worrying about you?"

gets frustrated and slams the door to walk out of it saying "well, now you figure it out yourself"

during the week he would send you messages (constantly) asking you how you're doing, and adding an "good i guess" when you reply to

gunwook - your family

besides being a low blow to his pride, he hated knowing your parents didn't approve of your relationship

doesen't understand why you don't care about it when it's all he thinks about

i don't think there would be many arguments (considering how good he is at debating) but it would definetly would keep you both on your toes for a couple weeks

constant reestatements throughout the whole day

bickering (not fighting) when you talk about it for a long time

"do you know what it feels to know two of the most important people in your life don't want me in it?"

low-key master of manipulation

would make dirty jokes when you're talking to desconcentrate you "i'm just tired of all this" "oh i know another way of making you feel tired"

would think it's off when he doesn't receive anything from you, but it's just you being quiet because you know it will never end

asks about it afterwards to know if the fight is over or if he should keep on giving you reasons

yujin - his eating habits

boy doesn't see the problem

it unsettles him that you are picking up a fight with him because he doesn't eat enough

probably gives it no importance at first but when he sees you actually worked up about it and ignoring him for the week, he gets mad at you too

calls you out for somwthing you do because he feels cornered

"so what if i don't eat? you don't ... and i'm not yelling at you about it" typa guy

wouldn't even try to make a solution out of it, assumes you will come around

even if the older members tell him to just have a conversation with you and figure it out, he's too sttuborn to do that

eats a LITTLE bit more ever since you mentioned it but he does it when he's alone so no one notices the change

[b-ubbleberry]

﹒﹒🪸 ⁺ sea salt and sun﹒ . .ᐟ🪼　（꩜

For my bae @ashskiies

[niki-phoria]

if the world was ending / i'd wanna be next to you

pairing: seok matthew x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 369

notes: first matthew fic :)) this was so fun to write, inspired by mattrae's cover of die with a smile <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from lady gaga & bruno mars - die with a smile

sunlight spills into your kitchen through your cracked blinds, illuminating the room in a golden glow. the air conditioner quietly hums from another room, fading into the background and creating an effect akin to white noise. your sock-clad feet glide against the polished hardwood floor of your apartment effortlessly. SEOK MATTHEW chuckles as you twirl around your kitchen, approaching him with a bright smile. 

“come on,” you laugh, reaching out towards him. matthew takes your hand into his own with ease, intertwining your fingers together without a second thought. you can faintly smell the citrusy aroma of his cologne still lingering on the fabric of his shirt. “dance with me.” 

matthew cocks his head as he sighs in faux disbelief. “right now? really?” 

you take a step closer, raising your free hand to cup his cheek. matthew’s hand falls to your waist in response, resting comfortably just above your hip. his touch sends shivers down your spine and butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. your heartbeat speeds up just a little in your chest. “why not?” you shrug.

matthew relents with a soft chuckle, raising your hands above his head as he gestures for you to twirl around. your bodies move in tandem as you guide him around the small rooms of your cozy apartment. heat floods his cheeks when you laugh loudly. the sound fills the space with light and warmth. it feels like he can never get enough of it. it feels like home. 

matthew’s hand lingers against the small of your back as you lean in, wrapping your arms around his neck. your fingertips caress his bare skin, skimming over the edges where thin fabric gives way to his broad muscles. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach when you lean in to rest your head against the crook of his neck, pressing a faint kiss against the skin you can reach. “i love you, matt,” you whisper quietly. 

a red hue decorates his ears when he leans in to press a feather-light kiss against your temple. “i love you, too,” he murmurs. it’s only when you smile at him, soft and sweet, that matthew knows for sure: he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

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[cwrcent]

⠀ ׅ　⠀⏖　 ྀི be patient and wait for me. ◌.. ུᩧ  

[chaesparklez]

familiarity | seok matthew x reader

wc: 3.2k

reader: femme afab

warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI

heavily gendered descriptions, fingering f!receiving, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, matthew is a little forceful but consent is still clear!

synopsis:

‘was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?’

a hazy summer day with your childhood best friend takes a very unexpected turn. two beating hearts, lingering gazes and dark thoughts lead to something more.

a/n: cross posted on wattpad and ao3 by moi. available on both platforms through user @/chaesparkle

"matthew stop! i'm serious, stop!" you begged between giggles as matthew chased you with a hose.

"NEVERR!" he booms in a mock-villain voice before flashing that big goofy grin of his and continuing to attack you.

a hot summer day spent at matthew's house, the two of you had somehow went from mowing the lawn to a crazed water fight.

you both sprinted around the lawn barefoot soaking each other with water before you finally yielded and declared him the winner of the stupid battle, to which he did a goofy celebration dance and sung in joy.

"ha ha, i win, you lose!" he sings in the most irritating tone ever. you can't help but scoff and smile to yourself at how happy he looks.

ever since you were toddlers, you and matthew had been the best of friends. you'd played with teddies and action figures together, walked to school together, gone on family holidays with all your parents together.

you'd grown apart a little after you'd moved away, but coming back to your hometown and spending summers with him connected you with the warm familiarity of your childhood best friend, and you had always found yourself chatting and squabbling like no time had passed. you hated to admit it, but you were both very dear to eachother.

but right now, he was just being his usual annoying self.

"for god's sake matthew, you don't have to do a celebration dance every time you win something!" you whine, raising your arm to punch him on the shoulder.

"or what?" he says, grabbing your wrist mid-air to halt it.

a second passes between you, the humid summer air suddenly blanketing around you uncomfortably. matthew looks right into your eyes, panting gently with that sunny smile on his face, seemingly unaware of the effect he'd had on you. your eyes waver, lost for a moment in his deep brown gaze.

in that loaded moment you became aware of his half buttoned shirt and the muscled chest that rose and fell against yours, glistening beads of water sitting on his smooth skin. his grip on your wrist is firm and your flesh in contact with his seems to tingle.

was he always that strong? had his smile always been that beautiful?

you snapped out of your trance shocked at your wandering thoughts. truthfully speaking, you had budding feelings for him ever since you moved out and found yourself missing his presence beside you everyday. but you'd always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

because he was just... matthew. your matthew. cute adorable matthew. though he looked far from adorable with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned like that...

'what the hell?? get a damn grip.' you mentally scolded yourself, your once again strange thoughts making you shudder.

besides, what was the point in nurturing feelings for him? you could tell by the way he treated you like a little brother that he'd never see you that way. the easy thing to do was just carry on like always.

matthew observed you in this reverie, furrowing his brows.

"you good?" he asked, slight concern behind his eyes.

"..yeah, duh, why wouldn't i be?" you shoot back, removing your wrist with an awkward cough.

"because you're being a weirdo, weirdo." he jabs, poking your forehead with a grin on his face.

that was it. you start chasing eachother all over again, him running and you screeching abuse at him loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear.

never a boring day with him, honestly.

~~

you both crash through the front door and raid the freezer for popsicles, sweating and out of breath from both the heat outside and your demented tussle. matthew sits on the couch while you splay yourself out on the cool floor, both licking your popsicles absentmindedly.

"where's your mom?" you ask, turning onto your side and resting your head on your palm.

"on some bachelorette trip. you know our neighbour linda? she's getting married for the third time."

"husband number three already? damn, the woman's getting more action than me." you laugh in amusement.

"anyone can get more action than you, loser."

"um, excuse me!" you reply in mock offence clutching your chest. 'i am not a loser. i'm the picture of charm and sensuality.' you toss your hair and snoot your nose up at him.

"sure you are, marilyn monroe." he scoffs.

"you're just jealous you don't get bitches like me."

"oh really? have we forgotten what happened with keeho?"

you choke on your popsicle and go into a coughing fit, caught off guard by the mention of matthew's friend who'd asked you out a while ago.

"that was just a fluke..." you mumbled.

"i don't think so."

"it was!"

"you scared him off for life, man!" matthew exclaims, bursting into laughter at the memory.

matthew had introduced keeho to you at a mutual friend's birthday party a few years ago. you didn't talk much but he ended up asking you on a date- and your awkward teenage self had been too shy to say no. so... you went on a truly disastrous date with him that ended in you bursting into nervous laughter and lapsing into vine references when you thought he was going to kiss you.

needless to say, he was not interested after that.

"i genuinely need to ask why of all vine references you chose the krusty krab one.."

"i don't know," you groaned.

he continues laughing. "you literally sung the whole song while he just sat there. were you trying to join american idol?" he snorts.

"SHUT UP MAN," you complain. the sight of you cringing and embarrassed only makes him laugh harder. you narrow your eyes for revenge.

'okay, riddle me this then! why the hell did you decide a good way to confess to belle was to sing that cringy song for her in a fedora?? in front of the whole class?'

"hey, we were nine years old! and the fedora was fitting for the time."

"i'm afraid no time period excuses the abomination that is a fedora hat."

"you know she loved it."

"she literally laughed in your face and bullied you for the rest of the year."

"duh, because she was shocked at her overwhelming feelings for me and the aggression was a coping mechanism!"

you burst into laughter at how nonsensical this conversation was getting and shake your head. honestly sometimes this boy just talks to talk.

"your brain is strange as fuck, man. no girl can understand your thought process."

"apart from you." he responds absentmindedly.

a beat.

"yeah. apart from me." you respond after a second, heart thumping again like earlier. you quickly turn away from him, flustered and wanting to hide the blush seeping onto your cheeks.

you take the remote and hurriedly switch on the tv to distract yourself. watching for a while, you eventually zone out and forget about the weird moments earlier. you still feel tired from the water fight and stretch out on the floor. the white sundress with delicate tie straps you wear is still a little damp, the cotton cool against your skin.

"um.. why don't you get off the floor? you're wearing white, too." matthew comments, voice constricting suddenly,

"i don't wanna."

oblivious, you smile and stretch your limbs out. 'it's comfy here. you should lie down too.'

"i'm good." he replies a second too late, eyes wavering.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. "why not? come, lie down."

"forget it."

"whyy?" you whine, in a mood to annoy him since he wasn't responding. you begin chanting at a million syllables a second: 'why why why why why why why why why wh-'

then all of a sudden he is lying down... on top of you. his body over yours with his hand over your mouth to silence you.

~~

what you were unaware of was that matthew's heart had also been racing for you. and maybe it was the balmy summer heat, or your mischievous smile, or the way the sunlight shone on your skin that he just wanted to stroke and kiss every inch of.

but he had been overtaken by all consuming desire.

hands gripping the sofa cushion with his teeth gritted, matthew had felt his bulge strain against his shorts. the tantalising view of you laying before him had drove him near madness. the creamy skin of your shoulders on display and visible nipples underneath the white fabric made him increasingly aware of the blood rushing to his cock. an angelic ingénue surrounded by a soft halo of hair splayed on the floor. a soft white peach ready for him to devour.

and the way you called out to him completely unaware of your dress riding up to show your coquettish pink panties, the flimsy tie strap falling down, so easy for him to untie with a simple tug of the string...

he had acted before thinking and found himself on top of you. the way your eyes widened and the heat of your warm breath on his palm didn't alleviate the pounding in his heart.

and now here you are, inches apart on the cool floor.

you stare into each others eyes for several seconds, the air heavy and peppered with the distant sounds of cicadas outside. something in his gaze had changed as he stares at you intensely. you'd never seen him look at you like that before.

"you can't just tell me to lie down without a care in the world. i'm a man too, you know." he says in a low voice.

"..w-what do you mean?" you whisper, voice catching in your throat.

his jaw clenches for a second before he breaks into a smirk and fixes the strap that had fallen off your shoulder.

"did you know your dress is see through?" he whispers, fingers tracing circles on your shoulder.

your face heats up at the realisation of what he's been seeing the whole time. your heart starts pounding.

with a soft smile, matthew closes his eyes and kisses you gently. your eyes flutter shut and you kiss back shyly, heart pounding knowing that deep down you'd been wishing for this to happen. his lips taste of strawberries and cream.

and your desire becomes even clearer when you feel his growing erection against your pelvis. a wave of pleasure washes through your body, starting from your wet core and blooming in your sternum. you deepen the kiss, hungry for him.

"please. want you so bad." he moans between your lips before burying his head in the crevice of your neck and planting hot kisses on your skin.

as he sucks and nibbles at your neck he runs a finger along your drenched panties, prompting a sharp intake of air from you at his touch. in a rushed movement he removes your panties with one hand and begins to massage your throbbing clit in circular motions.

"you're so wet for me already." he remarks breathlessly,

"oh my god, matthew..." you moan in sheer euphoria.

he slides a finger into your core while stimulating your clit with his thumb and you gasp in pleasure. kissing you deeply, he runs his tongue along the line of your teeth and you softly bite his bottom lip in response. matthew slides another finger into your center prompting a deep moan.

"mmnh, keep going," you whimper, the feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the stimulation to your clit almost being too much to bear.

eyes fixated on your face, he begins to rub your clit intermittently. going at it then stopping for a second before repeating the process several times when he felt you were getting close. this only increases your yearning and you whimper in submission, hips grinding to match the pace of his fingers whenever they made contact with your dripping wet core.

head spinning, whimpers escape your lips as he edges you. he begins to space out his movements, going a few more seconds without touching you each time. this drives you insane and you find your body being controlled like a puppet on strings under his touch. your pelvis jerks sharply now whenever his fingers made contact with your clit, mouth muttering indecipherable words, eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed. you feel your climax coming closer already.

"ah, matthew... that feels so good.." you moan softly.

he regards you for a second, taking in your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. the view of you an utter mess just from his fingers sends him on a further descent into madness and he kisses your neck hungrily as if to consume you.

he couldn't take it anymore. he had to take you right here on the floor.

hastily pulling down his pants to reveal his fully grown erection, he pumps it a couple of times before aligning it with your throbbing pussy. running the tip up and down the length of it to wetten his cock. you take a sharp intake of breath in response, head spinning from the stimulation.

just before he enters you, he locks eyes with you and brushes the hair out of your face.

"are you sure?" he breathes, pupils wavering.

you nod with yearning, and he smiles and kisses your forehead.

with painstaking care he pushes his cock inside you inch by inch, allowing your pussy to get used to his size.

you throw your head back and moan as your pussy takes his girthy length, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it throb like crazy. a tear escapes your eye from the pressure. matthew wipes it away gently with the back of his hand and brushes the hair out of your eyes.

"such a good girl. you're taking my cock so well for me." he whispers. the sound of his impassioned voice combined with the feeling of him inside you sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

he fucks you slowly, deliberately, tip hitting your g spot with every impassioned thrust making your pussy clench tantalisingly around his length.

you throw your head back and feel his cool fingers trace the line of your neck running down to your shoulder, where with a gentle tug he undoes the tie of your sundress. the soft material slips off easily revealing your pert breasts. he cups one in his hand and licks tantalisingly at your hardened nipple, biting gently prompting a soft yelp from you.

you run your hands through his thick hair, gazing up at him between half lidded eyes. as you make eye contact he kisses you once again. you moan between his lips in ecstasy at the sensation of his strong hands exploring your body and his soft lips on yours.

in a swift movement he picks you up off the floor and presses your body against the wall, your arms around his neck for support while he hold you by your legs. you gasp as your back makes contact with the cold wall and center throbs once again at his effortless show of strength. his muscled arms flex as they grip your thighs, hips moving rapidly as he begins to pound you.

you cry out deeply as you receive his sloppy thrusts, pussy clenching tighter around his length driving him crazy.

"ah! f-fuck.. oh my god...matthew, i.." you moan desperately, unable to form a sentence at the way the feeling of his cock inside you clouds your mind.

he lets out a moan at the amalgam of sensations you're making him feel; the feeling of being inside your throbbing pussy, the way his arms burn from holding you against the wall, and your fucked out face right before him unable to do anything but stammer and take his cock. eyes watering, cheeks red, face contorted in a visage of pleasure.

he has you laying on the couch beneath him in a flash with your legs wrapped around his thighs while you lay gazing up at him fucking you in a trance, hair a fluffy mess and sweat glistening on his skin.

he's struggling not to cum from the view beneath him, your perfect tits bouncing with the movement driving him insane. you can feel your high slowly creeping up on you as his thrusts grow stronger, prompting a loud moan from you at every single movement.

"fuck.. matthew... i'm close.." you manage to choke out as your eyes flutter closed in euphoria, focusing on feeling how wet your pussy is and the way matthew's cock gradually brings you to orgasm.

"me too. cum for me baby, come on." he rasps.

and the moment washes over you both like water. he moans deeply as he finishes, hot cum pumping inside you while your walls clench around him milking his cock of every drop of cum. simultaneously you moan with your eyes closed and palm on your forehead, hips undulating as you ride out your orgasm.

in a daze, you open your eyes lazily as he pulls out, cum seeping out of your center making your pussy twitch. matthew leans down to kiss you, his cheeks flushed from the exertion. in that moment, you realise just how much you've fallen for him. you kiss back passionately and whisper: "thank you.." through half lidded eyes.

~~

the late afternoon sunshine shines through the net curtains casting an array of shapes onto yours and matthew's skin.

you lay in a tangle of white bedsheets, unclothed and in a state of giggly bliss. matthew's hair is still a little damp from the shower you'd taken together- him insisting on soaping your body and making sure you weren't aching too much from the session. he'd even towelled you dry and brought you snacks afterwards.

and now he's here whispering sweet nothings into your ear and tracing circles on your palm, sunlight shining a golden glow on his milky skin.

you kiss his neck and he lets out a soft laugh, peering down at you and tucking your hair behind your ear before planting a kiss on your temple.

"was it not sudden to you?" he asks.

"hm?" you reply.

"what we just did.." he says, sentence trailing off as his cheeks pinken a little.

you laugh at his sudden docility, so different from the boldness he had showed just an hour ago. you prop your head up on your hand then interlock your fingers with his, gazing into his eyes.

"no," you answer. you stroke his knuckles with your thumb softly. 'i've felt this way about you for a while.'

"really?"

"mhmm."

"how didn't i notice before? i mean... i've liked you for a long time."

"because you're stupid." you burst out into giggles. 'why else do you think i bombed it with keeho?'

his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"wait, so... you mean you did that on purpose? because you liked me?"

you laugh and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"i'm surprised you didn't find out earlier."

"hmmm," he replies in mock thought. 'so you seduced me on purpose today?'

"oh, that was completely by chance. i told you im irresistible."

"well, that's true..." he says, before pulling the sheet over your heads and planting a thousand kisses all over your body.

you yelp and laugh and ruffle his hair as he kisses your neck, your breasts, your waist, before he sinks further down to plant a kiss on your pelvis. he looks up at you like a golden retriever and you both know you're ready to start this all over again.

he smiles that gorgeous smile of his. the smile that's always been there ever since you were kids. your beautiful matthew.

[wontune]

♡ matthew ꒰ zerobaseone ꒱ lockscreens

[shotanzz]

ZB1 HANBIN IDEAL TYPE ~ based on astrology

reminder this is based off of my opinions from observing his chart and my own knowledge and is not exact fact unless I knew him myself and im not a professional astrologer

Note: yes I have posted this before but took it down because people had me fed up 😭

Appearance: he enjoys the beauty within other cultures but may lean more towards korean beauty standards, someone who presents as feminine or is overall pretty/ethereal, a pronounced attractive neckline, nice shoulder lines, someone smaller than him whether it’s via frame/height/etc, softer but pronounced facial angles and features, a cute nose shape, cute smile with charm, very clean and prim dress up style (always presentable basically), a face that’s more expressive and not super stoic, pretty lip line, wears more pretty or glam makeup

Personality: someone on the more introverted/introspective side of the spectrum, a homebody, carries themselves with value and self esteem, someone a bit opinionated or sassy, transparent or simplistic with their emotions, someone who can easily come up with jokes (witty), sweet and polite, creative but not overly “deep” or pretentious, calm but capable of leaving their shell, someone with a form of status or regality to them, a bit gossipy, someone easily admired, someone with hobbies that lead them to be talented, takes good care of themselves, very intelligent or well versed in certain subjects, has good emotional intelligence and understanding/empathetic with reason

Morals/Values: someone who has financial plans or ideals/borderline has a sense of financial responsibility, someone who doesn’t overindulge in the party scene too much, a person with a belief system or morals that they’re loyal to, someone who understands the value of time being used wisely, open to other perspectives and cultures (isn’t overly bigoted basically)

Extras: he MIGHT not be interested in the basic typical people in the industry like he may prefer people who have different venues of creativity or has talents outside of basic dancing/singing, may find languages and cultures outside of his own attractive, maybe like a more lighter or softer toned voice

[jellywook]

mattparkz 'moe moe kyun' mukbang

[jinnieboosworld]

The Professor

ZB1 Matthew x Fem!reader

(I plan on being more inclusive in the future)

Genre: Smut, Slight Forbidden Romance

Summary: Y/N, a college student, feels nervous about fitting in but finds herself increasingly attracted to her literature professor, Matthew. Their growing connection leads to a passionate encounter that deepens their emotional bond.

Word Count: 3,322

!!! Minors Do Not Interact !!!

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Y/N’s breath shook as she looked down at the doorknob of the entrance to her class. She was nervous.

Enrolling into college so late in the year felt like a mistake. Everyone was already acquainted; no one knew her. Which was why she got to class so early—she didn’t want to feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on her, analyzing the new girl.

She took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.

The professor, seated at his desk, glanced up from his papers. His sharp yet calm gaze met hers, and Y/N’s stomach fluttered unexpectedly. “You’re early. I appreciate that. I’m your professor, Matthew.”

Y/N forced a smile, feeling the nerves twist inside her. “Um… I like to be prepared. I’ve heard great things about your class and didn’t want to miss anything.”

That was a lie. She hadn’t heard anything about his class; she knew no one on campus, so how could she?

Matthew gave her a soft smile, clearly pleased by her answer but not prying into her awkwardness. “That’s good to hear. It’s a challenging course, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

There was something about the way his eyes lingered on hers, a warmth in his gaze that made her throat tighten. She quickly found a seat as more students trickled in, grateful for the distraction.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“Oh my god, he is soooo cute. I wish I had his class,” Ellie, her new friend, gushed. Ellie was a public relations major Y/N had met in ethics class a week ago. They bonded over their shared love of indie music and coffee.

It had been a few weeks since Y/N’s first meeting with Matthew, and every time she sat in his class, she felt a strange, fluttery tension that both excited and unnerved her. Ellie was walking with her to class since hers was only two doors down.

“I don’t see how you can pay attention. I would get so distracted by his gorgeous face,” Ellie teased, winking.

Y/N chuckled, trying to downplay the growing feelings she’d tried to suppress. “It’s not that bad. He’s just… passionate about what he teaches. It’s nice.”

Ellie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Sure, it’s all about the passion for teaching.” She nudged Y/N playfully. “We’re meeting at the same spot for lunch, right?”

“Yeah, but I’ll be a bit late. I need to stay after class to ask about an assignment.”

“Of course you do. See you later, Y/N.” Ellie gave her a knowing smile before disappearing into her classroom.

Y/N exhaled deeply, heading toward her literature class, knowing she was lying to herself. The reason she stayed late wasn’t purely academic anymore.

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As the class progressed, Y/N’s notebook lay open, pen poised to take notes, but her focus drifted. Matthew was pacing in front of the whiteboard, his voice steady and confident as he dissected a passage from the assigned novel. His enthusiasm for the material was contagious; he made literature feel alive, dynamic. But today, Y/N found herself staring at the way his shirt sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms.

She bit her lip, willing herself to focus on the lecture, but her gaze kept wandering back to him—his jawline, the way his hands moved as he spoke, his presence. Her thoughts spiraled. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. He’s your professor. Stop it.

“Y/N?”

Her head snapped up, meeting Matthew’s amused gaze. He had caught her zoning out. “Sorry—what was the question?”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t push further. “It’s okay. I’ll move on.”

For the rest of the class, she forced herself to concentrate, though every time his gaze swept the room and landed on her, her pulse quickened.

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After class, Y/N gathered her things slowly, letting the other students leave before approaching Matthew’s desk. She handed him a thin booklet of her analysis, their fingers brushing briefly as he took it from her. The touch sent a small jolt through her, but she tried to ignore it.

“I wanted to get your feedback on this. It’s not perfect, but I’ve been working on it all week.”

Matthew’s eyes skimmed over the paper, nodding slightly. “Let’s take a look.” His tone was professional, but Y/N noticed the slight pause as his hand lingered on the booklet.

As he read, she watched him closely, admiring the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the quiet intensity in his expression. After a few moments, he looked up, his expression softening. “This is excellent work, Y/N. Your analysis is thoughtful and insightful. You’re one of the strongest writers in the class.”

Y/N blushed, feeling the warmth of his praise settle into her chest. “Thank you. I just really enjoy the material.”

“It shows. Have you thought about pursuing literature beyond this?”

“I’ve considered it, but I don’t know… sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough.”

Matthew leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he studied her. “You are. Don’t doubt yourself. You have potential.”

His voice was soft, encouraging, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her heart race. She nodded, swallowing the growing tension in the air.

“I’ll work on the revisions,” she said quietly, turning to leave.

“I’m always here if you need help,” he added, his voice lower now, as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear.

She paused at the door, looking back with a small smile. “I’ll remember that.”

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The rain came down in torrents later that evening. Y/N stood by the window, staring at the downpour, knowing she didn’t have an umbrella. Matthew, packing up his things, noticed her hesitation.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked, his tone casual, though his eyes held a flicker of concern.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Come on, I don’t mind. It’s better than getting soaked.”

She hesitated but eventually nodded, grateful. “Okay. Thank you.”

The car ride was quiet, the sound of the rain filling the space between them. There was a charged tension in the air, but neither of them acknowledged it. As they pulled up in front of her apartment, Y/N hesitated, not wanting the moment to end.

“Thanks again for the ride,” she said softly, turning to look at him.

Matthew’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw tense as if he were battling something inside. “It’s nothing. I didn’t want you stuck out in the storm.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them felt thick with unspoken words. But neither of them moved. They were standing at the edge of something dangerous, something neither of them was quite ready to admit yet.

“I’ll see you in class,” she whispered, her heart thudding in her chest.

“Yeah… in class,” he replied, his voice strained.

Y/N stepped out into the rain, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

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Matthew arrived early, his mind churning with conflicting thoughts. As he sipped his coffee, he tried to ignore the flutter of anxiety in his chest. When Y/N walked in, her presence seemed to fill the café with an air of charged anticipation.

She approached him with a tentative smile. "Hi, Matthew."

"Hi, Y/N," he replied, offering a warm but guarded smile.

"How are you?"

"I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about," she began, taking a seat across from him. "I'm considering pursuing literature more seriously, but I need some guidance."

Matthew nodded, focusing on her words as he tried to suppress the growing tension between them.

"That's a great decision. You have a talent for it, and I'm sure you'll excel."

They spent the next hour discussing her plans and aspirations. Matthew was genuinely impressed by her dedication and passion.

However, the conversation was laced with an undercurrent of unspoken emotions. Every time their hands brushed against each other, every time their eyes met, the tension between them seemed to grow stronger.

As they stood up to leave, the evening air was cool and crisp. Y/N hesitated at the door, her expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Thank you for meeting with me," she said softly. "I really appreciate your support."

Matthew felt a pang of regret as he looked at her. "Of course, Y/N. I'm always here if you need help."

There was a lingering silence between them. Matthew could see the vulnerability in Y/N's eyes, and he struggled to maintain his professional composure. He knew he should set clear boundaries, but the intensity of their connection was undeniable. Later that evening, Matthew found himself unable to shake the feelings that had been stirred up during their conversation. He replayed the moment over and over in his mind, the way Y/N had looked at him, the way her hand had brushed his.

Unable to focus on anything else, he decided to take a walk to clear his head. As he stepped outside, he saw Y/N walking alone down the street. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt an overwhelming urge to reach out to her.

He called out, "Y/N!"

She turned, her face lighting up with surprise. "Matthew? What are you doing here?"

"I was just... clearing my head. I didn't expect to see you."

Y/N approached him, her expression thoughtful. "I was just thinking about our conversation."

There was a moment of silence, the world around them seeming to fade away.

Matthew felt a surge of emotions-desire, confusion, and an intense longing that he could no longer ignore.

"Y/N," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "We need to talk about what's happening between us."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes full of unspoken emotions. "I know, but it's hard to ignore how I feel."

Matthew's resolve wavered as he looked at her. The air between them was thick with tension, and he could feel the heat of her body close to his.

He reached out, gently cupping her cheek.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice trembling.

Y/N's breath hitched as she leaned into his touch. "I want... I want to be with you."

The admission hung between them, heavy with desire. Matthew's heart raced as he leaned in, their lips meeting in a tentative, but intense kiss. The world seemed to disappear as their feelings overwhelmed them.

Matthew's hands roamed to Y/N's back, pulling her closer.

The kiss deepened, and he could feel the heat of her body pressing against his.

He was acutely aware of every sensation-her softness, her warmth, the way she responded to his touch.

As the kiss continued, their surroundings faded into the background. Matthew guided Y/N back to his apartment, the door closing behind them with a soft click.

The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and they both knew that their desires were no longer something they could ignore.

The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Matthew led Y/N into the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the space.

The intensity of their earlier kiss lingered between them, each touch and look charged with unspoken desire.

Matthew's heart raced as he faced Y/N, his mind wrestling with the boundaries he knew he was about to cross. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and trembling. He wanted to be certain, to give Y/N every opportunity to reconsider before they crossed any lines.

Y/N stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of determination and longing. "Yes, Matthew. I want this," she said softly, her voice filled with resolve.

He reached for her, his hands trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. The tender touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down his spine.

Matthew's fingertips traced along her jawline, his gaze drinking in the way her eyes fluttered shut at his touch.

Y/N's breath hitched as he pulled her closer. Their bodies were only inches apart, and the heat between them was palpable.

Matthew's hands rested on her hips, his thumbs gently caressing her sides. The softness of her skin under his touch was both intoxicating and overwhelming.

With a gentle but insistent pull, Matthew guided Y/N towards the couch. The dim light created shadows that danced around them, adding to the intimacy of the moment. As they sat down, Y/N's gaze never left his, her eyes dark with desire.

Matthew cupped her face in his hands, leaning in for another kiss. This time, it was deeper and more urgent.

Their lips moved together in a rhythmic dance, a mix of tenderness and hunger. Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their kisses grew more fervent.

Matthew's hands explored her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her against him. The sensation of her body pressed so closely to his was intoxicating. He could feel her heart racing, matching the rapid beat of his own.

As their kisses became more passionate, Matthew's hands traveled lower, resting on the curve of her hips. He felt the heat radiating from her, the way her body responded to his touch. Every gasp, every shiver she gave was like a spark, fueling the fire of his desire.

Y/N's hands roamed over Matthew's chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. She could sense the tension in his body, the conflict that warred with his desire. Each touch was a silent plea, a wordless request for more.

Matthew's resolve weakened as he felt her hands glide over him. He slid his hands up to her shoulders, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on her skin. His kisses trailed down her neck, each touch eliciting soft, breathy moans from Y/N.

He guided her back onto the couch, his body following hers as their kisses continued. The room seemed to close in around them, the world outside fading away.

The only thing that mattered was the way Y/N's body pressed against his, the way her breaths came in soft, uneven gasps.

Their clothes became a barrier they were eager to remove. Matthew's hands moved to the buttons of Y/ N's blouse, deftly unfastening them one by one. Each exposed inch of skin was a new discovery, a new sensation that heightened their connection.

Y/N's hands were equally determined, her fingers finding the hem of Matthew's shirt and pulling it over his head. The sight of his bare chest sent a thrill through her, and she traced her fingers over his skin, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath her touch.

As they continued to explore each other's bodies, the tension that had been building between them finally gave way to pure, unrestrained passion. Every kiss, every touch was a confirmation of their desire, a testament to the magnetic pull that had drawn them together.

Matthew's hands roamed over Y/N's body, his touch becoming more urgent as their passion reached a crescendo. The sounds of their intimacy filled the room, the rhythm of their movements matching the intensity of their feelings.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The conflict, the uncertainty, the world outside-it all dissolved into the pure, unfiltered connection they shared. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm of emotions they experienced together.

As they gave in to their desires, they discovered a new level of intimacy, one that was both exhilarating and profound. Each touch, each kiss was a celebration of the connection they had fought so hard to deny.

The intensity of their passion grew with each passing moment. As Matthew's hands roamed over Y/N's body, he could feel her responding to every touch, every caress. The air between them was thick with heat, each breath they took coming in soft, ragged gasps.

Y/N's fingers slid along Matthew's back, exploring the contours of his muscles as she pulled him closer. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her chest, a steady reminder of their mutual desire. Their bodies moved together, finding a rhythm that was both urgent and tender.

Matthew's kisses trailed down Y/N's neck, his lips exploring the sensitive skin.

Each touch elicited soft moans from her, a sound that only fueled his desire further.

He guided her hands to his belt, his own hands working to remove her clothing with a mix of urgency and reverence.

As their cloting was shed, the feeling of skin against skin intensified their connection. Matthew's hands explored every inch of Y/N's body, his touch both demanding and gentle. He took his time, savoring the way her body responded to him, the way she arched into his touch.

Y/N's breaths grew heavier as Matthew's hands traced the curve of her hips, his fingers exploring the soft, sensitive areas of her body.

She gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

With a gentle yet insistent touch, Matthew guided Y/N's body, positioning her in a way that allowed them to connect more deeply. The intimacy between them was profound, each touch and kiss a testament to their desire and longing.

Matthew's movements became more deliberate as he guided Y/N towards the edge of pleasure. He was attentive to her reactions, each sigh and moan guiding him as he explored her body.

The connection they shared was electric, each touch a spark that ignited their passion.

As their bodies moved together, the tension between them reached a peak. The room was filled with the sounds of their desire, the rhythm of their movements a symphony of passion and intimacy.

Matthew's focus was entirely on Y/N, his desire for her consuming every thought.

Y/N's hands gripped Matthew's shoulders, pulling him closer as their connection deepened. She could feel the intensity of their shared passion, the way their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. Each moment was a discovery, a new level of intimacy that left them both breathless.

Their movements grew more urgent, their breaths coming in sharp, quick gasps. The climax of their desire was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a powerful testament to the connection they had forged. As they reached the peak of their passion, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in their intimate cocoon.

Afterwards, as they lay entwined together, the aftermath of their passion left them both feeling a profound sense of satisfaction and closeness.

The storm outside continued to rage, a distant reminder of the world beyond their shared moment.

Matthew held Y/N close, his arms wrapped around her as they both caught their breath. The conflict and tension that had been present earlier seemed to fade, replaced by a deep, shared understanding of the connection they had just experienced

Y/N looked up at Matthew, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions-contentment, vulnerability, and a hint of uncertainty. "Matthew... what happens now?"

Matthew's gaze softened as he looked at her. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "But I know that what we just shared was something special."

There was a moment of silence as they both reflected on their experience.

The storm outside seemed to echo their emotions, a reminder of the powerful connection they had forged.

For now, they were content to be in each other's arms, savoring the closeness they had achieved. The future was uncertain, but the bond they had created was undeniable.

As they lay together, wrapped in each other's embrace, they both knew that their connection was something they would continue to explore, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

A/N: Thank you @popstarkimchaewon for the idea.

@a-dream-bookmark

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

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read part one of airpods here!!!

wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "pretty girl", is called a "young lady" by their uncle-- it's meant to feel derogatory ofc, reader is wearing a skirt, reader dances at a strip club in stilettos) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- less of a bonkers scenario, but some really rich and fun plot development this time; funny & angst & fluff surprisingly-- stepcest obvi and we discuss it summary: after (y/n)'s little stunt a few days ago, their whole family gathers for an anything but peaceful dinner. rivalnewstepbrother!matthew has no interest in helping you out of this awful situation. or does he? yooooooo this only took 4 months to post, but it's perfect so hope you'll forgive me!! i TOLD you i'd do it eventually. and i did. missing organ and all. ilyyy thanks for bearing with me ੈ✩‧₊˚

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest and we don't ignore it, p-in-v penetrative sex, brief heavy petting/fingering, not entirely safe cum destination lmao, unprotected obviously (do what you want, be smart), reader is a dancer at a strip club and their family is appalled, swearing... this one made me feel again yay

you stick your fork in a potato and pop it in your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you stare at your plate. your entire extended family converses around you at the long, glass dining table, celebrating your new stepdad’s birthday with your mom’s locally famous honey ham and roasted potatoes. 

everyone’s having a goodman ball.

everyone except... you.

after suffering such a devastating defeat a couple nights ago, you’d been avoiding matthew like the plague. tail between your legs, you’d stood up from your stepbrother’s bed after he left you high and dry— sulking all the way back to your room.

you’d been avoiding matthew so diligently since then that this dinner was the first time you’d seen him since his fingers were inside you. he’s eating a little too well and talking to all of your family members, oozing respect and likability. 

you’ve never hated anyone more.

“now matthew,” you grandmother starts, reaching out her hand to him, “please tell us more about what you’ve been doing abroad. it all sounds so important from what your father’s mentioned!”

matthew smiles humbly. “i’ve been pursuing a career in performance in seoul! it’s really not all that important in the scheme of things, but it’s definitely been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.”

“don’t be too humble, matthew,” your stepdad calls from the head of the table. “he works tirelessly day and night to accomplish his goal! he’s such a great kid.”

“we’re so very proud. i never imagined having a child with such passion and drive!” your mom chimes in obliviously. her eyes widen when she realizes what she said and she clears her throat awkwardly. “i mean, a son, that is.”

you close your eyes, stabbing a roasted red potato and letting your fork clatter onto the fine china plate. 

“(y/n), how are you doing?” your uncle asks quickly. “have you found a better job yet?”

“i’m doing fine, thank you,” you answer through gritted teeth. “and i like my job. i’m not interested in finding one that society would categorize as better at this time.”

“but a young lady like you shouldn’t be—.”

“but what i am interested in finding a better version of,” you interrupt, picking up your glass of wine and downing the remaining contents, “is a family. one that doesn’t judge me or compare me to my new stepbrother— who, if i’m to judge from how you all indulge him, is jesus christ reincarnated! how divinely exciting!”

“(y/n),” your mother scolds, grabbing the empty wine glass out of your hand. “don’t be so cruel to your brother.”

“he’s not my brother,” you assert, snatching the wine glass back. in a flash, it slips from your fingers and shatters onto the dining room floor.

“you always do this,” your mother sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. she can’t even look at you. "you get so jealous when anyone is doing better than you are. i’m just so tired of your selfish immaturity.”

“perhaps it's time for you to get your own apartment and stop freeloading off of us,” your stepfather says with a sigh. “then you’ll find the motivation to stop working at that indecent bar and start making a proper living.”

your stomach flips at the threat. “i grew up in this house. you moved in a year ago after the mortgage was already paid off. doesn’t that make you as much of a fucking freeloader as i am?”

“(y/n), stop this right now,” your mom tries again to quiet you.

“you talk like that and you think you could ever be as well-liked as my son? the—”

“dad,” matthew says, trying to interrupt the rant that’s already begun. he should know by now it’s too late.

“—reason that no one here ever boasts about your accomplishments is because you have none. the reason no one ever praises how respectable you are is because it would be a lie. you—”

“dad,” matthew says again, louder this time but it still doesn’t reach the ears of the valentino-suited man turning red in the face.

“—are an ungrateful brat of an adult child that doesn’t even have enough vision for their life to stop working at a strip club.”

everyone at the dinner table gasps. so the truth has been set free: ‘bar’ had been the code word your ashamed mother and stepfather had been using in place of ‘strip club’ for the past year.

guess their resentment had finally outweighed their shame.

your gaze travels down the table, landing on matthew. he’s staring at his lap awkwardly.

“if you’ll excuse me,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving a big, facetious curtsy. “the whore will leave the table now.”

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you slam your bedroom door behind you, storming over to your bed and picking up your favorite plushy— the one your dad had bought you for your high school graduation before he... it’s a baby fox, pink blush across his smiling face. usually the only aggression you feel towards him is that of cuteness, but suddenly you find yourself filled with rage.

how had you not noticed before just how much barnaby foxworth iii looks like your stupid fucking stepbrother!?

you turn around, hurling baby foxworth across your room with a scream. your eyes widen as the plushy lands in the hands of his human twin. you hadn’t heard him come in over the blood rushing in your ears. 

matthew looks at the plushy, brow furrowing as he studies it. “i feel like i’ve seen this face somewhere before.”

“get the fuck out of my room,” you growl, walking over to him and grabbing baby foxworth. you frown as matthew holds onto him, not letting you pry your own plushy from his hands. “let go of him! what the fuck is your problem!?”

“i distinctly remember you stealing something from me a couple days ago and making it quite the fucking challenge to get it back,” matthew argues, pulling a little harder. “besides, how much can you really want something that you just threw across the room?”

you continue a tug-o-war for your beloved baby fox until you hear a sudden ripping noise. matthew lets go instantly, fear splayed across his face. you take baby foxworth in your arms, finding the fabric tear at the base of his little neck.

“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “i really didn’t meant to—.”

“you’re sorry?” you repeat, jaw clenching as you step towards him. “sorry for what? sorry that you mamed barnaby foxworth iii? sorry that you barged into my room without knocking? sorry that i’ve made yet another mess out of a family celebration?”

“(y/n)…”

“sorry that all you do while they ridicule me is sit there and stare at your plate? sorry that your dad married my mom?”

“wait, (y/n)—…”

“sorry that i work at a strip club? sorry for what we did the other day?”

“i—…,” he stutters hopelessly. “i—.”

suddenly, your lips are on matthew’s— his body tensing at the unexpected action. you pull back, eyes meeting his.

they’re wide, shocked, confused. his hand reaches towards your face quickly and you think for a moment he’s going to slap you with it, but instead, he cups your jaw.

holding you still, he brings his lips back down to touch yours again. it’s a slow, languid kiss that, in and of itself, feels like an apology. a genuine one. 

it’s overwhelming. it challenges everything you thought you knew about this stranger you were now forced to call family.

you step back, clutching baby foxworth tighter to your chest. 

“they were so impressed when you told them you’re a dancer,” you whisper, tears beginning to spill over. “why were they so disgusted when i told them i am, too?”

his face falls as he thinks about your words. “i think you know why.”

you press your lips together, a sardonic huff of a laugh escaping you. did you really think you’d get sympathy from him?

“but it’s not fair,” matthew continues. “it’s not fair that they treat you that way.”

you’re afraid to look up at him, eyes remaining fixed on the tear at your plushy’s neck. “i didn’t even think you’d noticed.”

“i’ll admit, i didn’t see it at first. it’s not like i’m here that often,” he replies with a sigh. “and i guess i did think you were the problem. and i do still think you’re part of the problem, don’t get me wrong.”

you roll your eyes, looking down at the floor.

“but maybe you’ve forgotten that no one knows what my dad can be like more than i do,” matthew says, wrapping his hand gently around your upperarm. “i thought maybe he’d finally changed for the better after marrying your mom, but i know now that’s far from the truth. and i can try my best to help you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“thanks,” you say quietly as your eyes meet his. he smiles softly at you before you promptly brush his hand off your arm. “but i still don’t like you.”

your hostility just widens his smile. “i thought you’d say that.”

you turn, walking back to your bed and placing baby foxworth by your pillows. you think about what your family must still be saying about you around the dinner table. your thoughts are halted, however, when a warm, muscular chest is soon pressed against your back.

“i was just wondering,” he says softly against your ear, arm snaking around your waist. “there has to be something about me that you like, right? i mean, you're the one who wanted my face in your cunt. and don't think i haven't heard you call me perfect a few times now.”

“i meant it as an insult,” you breathe as a hand reaches underneath your skirt— fingers beginning to pad delicate circles over your panties.

“was screaming my name while cumming all over my fingers also supposed to be taken as an insult?” he asks, knee against the back of yours until you tumble gently onto your bed— his arms catching you and flipping you on your back to face him. “you must’ve really been trying to offend me.”

matthew shimmies your skirt and panties down your legs and you find yourself assisting to kick it off with your foot onto the floor. he laughs much too smugly as he unzips his slacks and discards them onto the hardwood. you hover your foot over his groin, brow raising in a threat.

“okay, okay,” he admits in defeat. as a grin stretches across your lips, he bites at your thighs hungrily and sighs. “god, i wish i wasn’t your brother.”

“matt!” you screech in horror and he takes the opportunity to sink himself inside you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, a protest turning to a whimper as he smirks at you. “matt...”

“no need to worry, baby,” he coos, tip of his cock reaching your backmost wall. “it’s pretty obvious there’s a divorce on the way. my dad’s already let it slip to me about how he secretly blew all the money in their joint savings on a third yacht.”

“my mom’s been fucking her tennis instructor for two months,” you reply, trying to hold yourself together as matthew increases his pace. “and her golf instructor. and her pilates instructor. and her business lawyer. and her—.”

matthew’s lips meet yours. “you’re so fucking hot.”

you run your hand up his chest, tugging at his shirt until he pulls it off over his head. it’s a shame to admit it, but... he is perfect.

“but if our parents get divorced, we’ll never see each other,” you say with a pout. you shake your head quickly, realizing what you just said. “which i’m totally fine with. but you’d probably be really upset.”

a particularly rough thrust sends you reeling— crying out in pleasure and totally blowing your act. 

“yeah, it’d be really hard for me,” matthew patronizes, mimicking your pout. “g’nna cum for me, pretty girl? hm?”

“fuck,” you whine, nearly at your peak. you honestly had no idea how good at dancing matthew was, but if he was half as good at dancing as he was at fucking, then even goddamn dick van dyke would be proud. your walls flutter around him, a chorus of moans as he pushes you over the edge.

“oh my god,” matthew rasps as you reach your climax, his thrusts growing more desperate and sporadic. “pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby. made me want you so bad, i—.”

he pulls out quickly, a few pumps before painting your cunt with his cum as he moans under his breath. he stares at the sight for a few moments before his head tilts thoughtfully and a smirk upturns a corner of his lips.

“something to share with the class?” you ask, one eyebrow piquing.

he laughs, shrugging at your prodding. “i was just thinking about how i definitely wouldn’t be the golden child anymore if anyone knew about this.”

“i dunno. i think somehow you’d still come out unscathed,” you say, shaking your head. “i must’ve tempted you. coerced you. blackmailed you.”

he smiles at you sadly. “listen, i know that... i know things must suck for you right now and—... i mean it when i say i’m gonna try my best to fix—.”

“matthew!”

you both freeze as the sound of your stepfather’s voice rings from downstairs. matthew clears his throat, calling back, “yeah?”

“come downstairs! aunt bethany wants to talk to you about visiting seoul.”

“okay!” matthew answers. he rolls his eyes. “i hate your aunt bethany.”

“you and me both, kid,” you reply, sitting up on your hands as matthew hurriedly gets dressed. “have fun.”

“come with me,” he requests, picking up your skirt from off the floor and holding it out to you. 

you consider it, but shake your head. “tell me if you hear any good gossip about me. i have to get ready for my shift anyway.”

“really? you’re gonna go strip after this?” matthew asks, lips parted in surprise.

“dance,” you correct. “i’m gonna go dance.”

he smiles. “when do you get back?”

“around one,” you answer, standing up and walking over to your vanity. “why?”

“my flight’s at midnight,” he says, biting his lip. your mascara clatters to the table as a tiny, annoying ball of disappointment forms in your chest. “so i guess i’ll catch you another time.”

you don’t say anything— just continue doing your makeup as you try to ignore that growing ball. 

“okay then,” matthew says finally, opening your door. “bye, (y/n).”

“my mom’s birthday is next month.”

the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. you don’t regret it.

“she likes you more than me, so,” you continue with as much nonchalance as you can feign. “she’d probably want to see you.”

matthew catches your eye through your mirror. he just smiles.

~ EPILOGUE ~

you clamber through your bedroom door in the dark, stilettos still on as you stumble into bed and flop onto it in exhaustion. you clap your hands— bedside light turning on as you reach for baby foxworth. you cradle him under your chin, squeezing him tight. suddenly, you remember the tear in his neck from when matthew had ripped him after dinner. 

you feel around for the hole, but are surprised when you find a crinkly, purple sticky note instead. on it, is written: 

told you i’m gonna try to fix everything.  — your favorite brother ;)

“disgusting,” you mutter under your breath, turning your attention back to baby foxworth’s neck hole. except...

there is no hole.

okay, matty, you think with a smile. let’s see what you’ve got.

[taeraelicious]

hey, i was wondering what are your thoughts on ricky and matthew, are they dom/sub/switch and what do you think their kinks would be?

oooooo okay! thank you so much for asking <3 i enjoyed writing this~

nsfw under the cut!

Matthew is definitely dominant. He can relinquish some control every once in a while but he wouldn’t be able to help taking over, he just has to make you both feel good.

Humiliation - He didn’t really mean to embarrass you initially, it was just him being playful but when he saw your face flush and you get all shy and whiny, it became one of his favorite things. He’d tease you to the point you were almost crying, just because you made the prettiest noises when you were like this, and he wouldn’t stop even in bed.

Strength - He works out for a reason!!!! He loves carrying you and holding you in general, but especially when he’s fucking you. He loves being able to put his strong arms to use, folding you and holding you to use as he pleases.

Edging - Whether it’s him or you, he loves this so much. He loves the way you cry from pleasure and overstimulation from his everlasting teasing. He loves how hard you both cum. Pulling his cock out and keeping you both from reaching your high for hours before making you both cum so hard you see stars.

Ricky can really go either way, he’s a switch. He just wants you to feel good and be happy. Whether it’s him being taken care of or him spoiling you, he’s turned on regardless.

Shibari - Ricky loves being both tied up for your own use and tying you up as well. He specifically enjoys shibari because he loves to take his time with you, making you look as pretty as he can with some artistic knots <3

Marking - Whether it’s biting, hickeys, or scratches, he loves being marked up and claimed by you. They don’t have to be visible, but god if they are he shows them off proudly, glad to let others see just how well he fucks you and that he only belongs to you.

Praise - THIS OH MY GOD. Ricky is a person who needs to be praised and encouraged and this DEFINITELY continues in bed. He also loves showering you in praises because you deserve it. The amount of positive things he has to say to or about you is endless.

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summary : you've been getting secret admirer notes for the better part of your senior year, however you never expected them to be from your best friend

genre : fluff, matthew x afab!reader, hs!au tws : language, kiss author notes : i hope you enjoyed your request @sadfragilegirl thank u i love machu ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ word count : 1.2k

you couldn’t believe it. how long had it been? you, in all reality, couldn’t remember the last time you didnt open your locker to a note falling out of it. you picked the meticulously folded notebook paper off the dusty floor, studying the small red penned-in heart — the signature; whoever it was.

if anyone was to ask, which they have, if you had any idea who was sending you secret admirer notes almost every week now, you wouldn’t be able to answer them. you didn’t even have any candidates, because if someone loved you secretly, they sure as hell were good at keeping it that way.

maybe it was out of embarrassment, but at this point you’d like to know anyways.

“another one?” a familiar voice broke through the average chatter of a high school hallway, “what is this, the second this week? he’s getting bold.”

“maybe they’ll finally confess.” you laughed out at the light brunette. “it’d be about time. i think it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

he cut you off promptly, “since november, and we’re graduating in a couple weeks.” your eyebrows raised in amusement at his details into your life, “so… yeah. a little while, i guess.”

"wow, matthew... i might start thinking they're yours." you gave him a serious look, which morphed into you both hysterically laughing — even to the point where passerbys were giving you a dirty look. “that’d be so cliché! oh my gosh, could you imagine the look on my face if you confessed your love to me?”

"i'd never." he acted offended, "that's fucking disgusting."

you pouted, acting offended back, "what the fuck! i'm not disgusting!" then you both broke into another laughter then received dirty looks here and there. “but seriously, tell me now if they’re yours, matt. wait! actually don’t, i’ve got to mentally prepare myself. tell me tomorrow!” you spewed out through jagged breaths.

and that’s how you ended up with your jaw dropped to the floor. your bestfriend sat in front of you, knee bent over his thigh leisurely — in contrast to the way his head hung, face a deep shade of red. matthew wasn’t the type to feel embarrassed about much, being extroverted and all, but he couldn’t help it this time; not when you looked at him so confused it basically broke his heart on the spot.

he looked up briefly, catching your eye and immediately cowering, “i-i thought you’d hate if i did something over the top, y/n. i’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time now — i’m sorry, but when you said tell me tomorrow, it made me think you already knew.”

you blinked a couple of times, “well, i did not.” you replied, pouring salt on his open wound, “and, thank you? for this.” you held the cute plushie between your hands, another note plastered between your skin and the artificial fur. “but, matthew, i-i don’t even know what to say right now. you’re my bestfriend of years… wha-why?”

you could see him biting his lip, and honestly him not looking at you was making you angry for some reason. you weren’t disgusted at the thought of him having a crush on you. no, actually you were quite delighted deep down that your late night fantasies — that you deemed beyond stupid — were actually true. how could you not like matthew? he exuded boyfriend-energy. he was your golden retriever bestfriend, so why couldn’t he be more?

you were just confused as to why; why now? why wait so long? why give you letters for months? why you?

you, in contrast to him, weren’t very sought after by the people at your school. not that you were unlikable in the slightest, you were just so engrossed in your studies that it made it hard to have a romantic life. and, people seemed to have figured that out the older you all grew.

the question circled around in his head. why? truthfully, why not? matthew thought of you as the moon to his sun. the star to his sky. the light to his dark. he looked for comfort within you, always knowing that you were the one to pick him back up. it’s like you were his prescription drug; his happy pill; his serotonin; his oxytocin.

his love.

he’s known that he’s loved you like a bestfriend for a long time. and somewhere within those years it deepened into something a more than that. now, he loved you like you were already his girlfriend. he loved you so deeply that any ounce of rejection from you would send his heart reeling with physical pain.

maybe he was crazy, he thought, maybe he stupid for thinking that there was a chance with someone like you. someone he saw so far out of his league. he cursed himself for confessing, he could’ve been contempt secretly adoring you because it’s not like he didn’t get to see you everyday.

it scared him — you scared him. there was a lot of debating that went into his confession, but there seemed like none now. and the thought of losing you over something this silly put a pit in his stomach.

“y/n. let’s just forget it. we can pretend this never happened. this is just a stupid prank by your bestfriend. a platonic-valentine from me, okay? nothing more than that, i’m sorry. i just don’t want to lose you as, at least, a friend. you’re more important than a stupid crush, y/n.”

you tried to listen to matthew ramble, but couldn’t help focusing on your racing heart. did he mean that? was he really willing to push aside his feelings to keep the friendship alive?

no, you didn’t want that. you didn’t want to forget now that you knew. and maybe you always have. maybe you knew that eventually matthew would be the one to hold your heart for real. you thought you must’ve been the most oblivious person to not see this coming, but maybe the jokes you made every time about the notes being from him were you subconsciously thinking it — wishing it.

you put the stuffed rabbit on the bed, scooting closer to him. matthew was so taken aback that his eyes grew three sizes, and he strained his spine, just a little.

“matthew,” you punctuated, “i’d be so stupid to not admit that i’ve felt the same way. honestly, i wasn’t interested in the whoever the notes were from because they weren’t you — at least, i didn’t know it was at the time.” you giggled slightly, “it’s kind of adorable how shy you’ve gotten.”

it must’ve calmed him down a bit, as his sassy demeanor came back ever-so-slightly. he huffed, “shut up.”

“what? i’m serious! it’s cute.” you poked his rosy cheek, his hand flying up to trap your wrist gently. your eyes locked, and for a moment you had to fight off the unsteady beating that matched your hitched breath. the truth is, you’ve never seen matthew so close to your face before. he always kept a platonic distance because he never wanted to make you uncomfortable; you were boy-girl bestfriends after all, and he’d never be the one to take advantage of that fact. but now that he was inches from you, you didn’t want him to back away.

your stomach was in knots, and if this is what real butterflies feel like…

“y/n?” he searched you for any kind of discomfort, “c-can i? ca—“

and before he got the chance to get it out, your free hand cupped his cheek, pulling his face into yours to finally acquaint your lips.

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