#gunwook

EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: penetrative sex (gunwook penetrating, reader's anatomy unspecified), unprotected sex, ejaculating inside of reader, some angst and possessiveness for funsies, and some allusion to harassing comments about reader

you sit with your members, on your best behavior as you feel the cameras pan to you. you smile, making a cute gesture as the whole arena erupts with squeals of joy. two of the eldest members shake your shoulders playfully, absolutely delighted by the universal appeal of their fake maknae. it's all in a day's work for you, resident cutie patootie of kpop idol group NEBULA.

it's sort of a stupid name, but you've gotten used to it over the years.

while you are, of course, easily able to serve the aegyo that the 2025 MAMA awards so desperately needs, but does not deserve, you have to admit you're feeling a bit nervous. your boyfriend, gunwook, was about to perform with zerobaseone, and you'd overheard a few of his members whispering excitedly with him backstage about an hour ago. you'd tapped gyuvin on the shoulder, trying to get his attention and ask what they were all so worked up about, but once he realized you were there, the smile immediately fell from his face.

"oh, hey (y/n)," he greeted, whipping his head to shake the hair from his eyes. "what's up?"

"what are you all being so secretive about?" you asked, arms folded over your chest in suspicion as you looked around at matthew, ricky, and taerae, who appeared about as wary as gyuvin did.

"nothing!" matt said too quickly. "i mean, um, we're not being secretive about anything!"

you stared at them for a long moment. "ooookay."

"you'll see, (y/n)! just wait for our stage. all will be revealed," taerae said cheerily, taking pity on you.

ricky elbowed him hard. "what he means is, we're just talking about our performance is all. nothing suspicious happening."

"especially not involving your boyfriend!" matthew added, much to gyuvin and ricky's chagrin.

"i'm turning around and pretending like this never happened on the count of... now," you said, shaking your head all the way to where your members were lined up, ready to go back to your seats after winning your first award for the night.

and now, you're sitting in the audience again, watching as your boyfriend's group gives a confusingly unsurprised-filled performance of doctor doctor... it's good, of course, incredibly cinematic, but...

what were those boys so worked up about?

the song ends and the lights dim.

and suddenly it's just your perfect boyfriend alone on the stage. this must've been what they were talking about! you can't believe gunwookie kept it a secret from you that he got his own starring moment like this. he must've really wanted to surprise you, and that's why the other boys were being so hush hush.

you can't help but grin as one of your members taps you on the back discreetly, clearly knowing how excited you are to see your boyfriend get his due.

all the boys stand in a circle now on the stage, your boyfriend the only one in a different outfit now.

the lights dim.

and suddenly your mature, dignified, and just sweet as sugar boyfriend is stripping live on stage for 50,000 people to see.

his muscular back and arms are bare, a beautiful blue rose tattoo taking up the space between his shoulder blades. and it doesn't end there. he begins the choreography for their latest single, iconik, with his entire chest exposed. you dare to glance over at your members, who are all doing their very best and failing to hide their reactions.

yeah, you think. this really did warrant all the whispering.

and listen. let's get one thing straight. you were no prude. seeing men naked was actually quite exciting to you. and while we're at it, one more thing to get straight: he looked good. your initial thoughts sounded something like this:

"it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy. i need a big boy, give me a big boy..."

until you remembered a conversation you'd had with your boyfriend and a few of his members the other night.

-

"popcorn, (y/n?)" hao offered, holding the bowl out for you to grab a handful.

"it's weird, right?" gyuvin asked, shaking his head. "it seems like all the sunbaenims are into taking their clothes off right now."

your boyfriend glanced at you: a fourth gen idol sitting smack dab in the middle of their living room.

"except for you, of course," gyuvin says, waving his hand dismissively. "you're too lame to do that."

"didn't you just say it was weird?" you asked, brow furrowing at him.

he shrugged. "i mean, it is weird. but sexy people can do what they want i guess."

"are you implying i'm not—," you started to say, but your boyfriend cuts you off.

"what he's implying is that he wants everyone in this room to agree that he's sexy enough to pull it off," gunwook said, rolling his eyes.

gyuvin smiled that smug little smile of his. "is that a crime?"

"it's annoying," hanbin said with a sigh.

"i think if any of us are going to strip, it should be me," jiwoong announced suddenly, causing everyone to turn to him. "you know, because i'm the oldest."

"yeah, well i've got the best body," matt teased.

"i don't know about that," hanbin said with a shrug. "gunwookie's been getting pretty big. his shoulders are insane."

"my boyfriend is not going to strip," you said a bit too quickly. an awkward silence fell over the room. you cleared your throat, trying to lighten the mood by adding, "unless i also get to strip."

"holy shit," matt mumbled under his breath.

"you're gonna strip?" hao asked, his glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. "when and where?"

"watch it, hyung," gunwook warned, eyebrows raised in defense. he knew better than anyone that you weren't offended, but they were drifting further into murky waters.

"didn't know you were into that, haohao," matt said with a laugh.

"well who doesn't love a good show?" hao responded with a glare, returning his attention sulkily to his popcorn.

"psssh," gyuvin sighed, waving his hand dismissively. "(y/n) wouldn't strip if the whole planet was about to blow up and it was the only way to save the human race."

"and you're so sure of that, why?" you asked, leaning back against the couch.

"it's just completely and totaly, one hundred million percent against your image," he replied like it was the dumbest question he'd ever been asked. "you're the cute one. that's just who you are now whether you like it or not. there's no chance in hell you're stripping."

"nobody in this room is stripping," gunwook said finally, putting both his hands up to signal the end of the conversation. "except for jiwoong hyung."

"YAY!" jiwoong hyung exclaimed, clasping his hands together happily.

-

you wait up in your hotel room for your boyfriend to come over after the show had ended for the night like he'd texted you that he would. when the door opens, you're sitting on the giant king-sized hotel bed, lost in thought.

he kicks off his slides and throws his bag on the floor before running over to you and tackling you to the bed. "hi lovey," he breathes warmly into your chest.

"hi," you respond succinctly. he lifts his head immediately, meeting your gaze and seeing the scowl on your face.

he laughs awkwardly. "i'm in trouble, aren't i?"

"nobody in this room is stripping," you repeat his exact words from a couple weeks ago. you might be the cute one, but all of your fans know that you're also the petty one.

"i know, (y/n). i'm sorry, i just—..." he sighs, starting to kiss from your neck down your chest. "PDnim told me i had to at the beginning of this week. well, really, he asked for someone to volunteer to show some skin, and then the boys just kind of... volunteered me. and i went along with it."

"mm, the debate team master couldn't reason his way out of that one?" you reply saltily.

"oh, you're mad, mad," he says, biting his lip. "but, baby... why? i mean, what is it exactly that you're mad about? is it really that big of a deal?"

"obviously not morally, but... everyone around me was suddenly gawking at you and i wasn't even allowed to react. do you know all the questions i had to dodge from my members the rest of the night?"

"oh come on, now," gunwook says with a giggle, nipping gently at the skin below your chest. "i doubt anyone paid all that attention to me. even if i did look incredibly buff and sexy on an international stage and the video views are just racking up as we speak."

"you said you wouldn't," you say plainly. "but you did. and you didn't tell me about it. so excuse me if that feels to me a little bit like lying. and i don't like that."

"wait, no, (y/n)," he says seriously, sitting up to look at you. "i wasn't lying. i—... i just... i was thinking about that conversation from a couple weeks ago and i—... i honestly didn't know if you'd be okay with it. and i had to do it. so i—."

"so you thought it would be easier to ask for forgiveness than get permission," you interject, growing more annoyed by the second. gunwook was usually so emotionally intuitive and thoughtful. sure, you were being a bit of a stubborn brat, but he was used to that by now. and surely, it was at least a bit desrved in this case.

"exactly!" gunwook answers without thinking. "i mean, no! no, i just—."

"well i guess you'll never know what my answer would have been, since you didn't trust me enough to ask in the first place," you say with a sigh.

"baby, i know you're upset and i'm sorry for that, but i just don't think this is as big of a deal as you're making it!" he exclaims in frustration. you're already grabbing his slides and his bag and handing them to him. "seriously!? if the roles were reversed, i wouldn't be acting this way!"

*ding*

it's the greatest lightbulb moment of your life.

"i'm tired, wookie," you say softly, holding his chin in your fingers and pressing a kiss to his gorgeous lips. "i just really need to sleep right now."

he nods slowly. "okay. yeah, i understand."

you walk him to the door and just before, he leaves, he turns around. "i love you."

"i love you," you say back, because you do. so much.

"sleep tight. i'm excited for your stage tomorrow," he says, and you nod before shutting the door.

poor angel. he has no idea how excited he should be.

-

it's pitch black on the stage besides the sea of lights shining from the audience. you'd been preparing for your MAMA stage for weeks, showcasing one of your older hits and two new releases from this past year. every day you'd put in a few hours of rehearsals for this one special night...

yet how easy it was to make one itsy bitsy last minute change.

you soar through the first two songs, feeding off of the energy from the giant arena. it's probably the best you've ever performed these new songs. you spot your boyfriend toward the front of the crowd, sitting with his members and looking up at you in awe.

you blow a kiss to the crowd, winking at the camera cutely on cue as the second song finishes and your members begin a quick costume change.

and so do you. it's just... a little different than originally planned.

when you pitched your members your idea this morning, they all legitimately lost their minds. your leader asked what drugs you were on. your maknae started taking your clothes off for you prematurely. in a matter of seconds, they were all on board.

so that's why as your final song now pulls into it's last chorus, your members form a small semi-circle around you as you stand in the center...

FEMME CLOTHES: ... as you theatrically take off your silky top to reveal the skimpiest little sequin bra top that you could legally get away with on chinese broadcast television.

MASC CLOTHES: ... as two members stand behind you, taking a hold of each side of the front of your silk button up and dramatically ripping it open.

the crowd absolutely erupts with excitement and cheers. and you're not surprised...

you might be the cutie patootie. but may lightning strike you down if you don't also serve body-ody-ody.

you don't manage to get a glimpse of gunwook's reaction before the song ends and you run off stage with your members, who jump up and down with radiant joy at the surprise spectacle.

you don't get to savor the moment for long though, because as soon as the award show ends, it's immediately back on a plane to seoul. you don't mind much. you're relieved to soon be back in your own bed and your own time zone in this city that you call a home.

but a text that you receive through the airplane wifi toward the very end of your flight gets your heart racing again.

what could you say? play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

-

you walk into your apartment about half an hour later, shoving your suitcase in the closet and kicking your boots off. you hear the faint sound of the television from the other room, smirking to yourself in anticipation.

when you round the corner, you find your boyfriend waiting for you.

"are you pleased with yourself?" gunwook asks, arms folded across his chest as he leans back on the couch, legs spread intimidatingly wide. he waits for an answer earnestly, brow piquing as the seconds pass in silence.

you bite your lip, trying your hardest not to smirk. your little stunt had effected gunwook as much as his had, you. your revenge was a success. too excitedly, you answer, "yes."

"well, i'll give you a moment to revel in it before i tell you all of the disgusting sexual remarks i had to hear about you from every guy sitting within earshot at the show," he says, actually turning a shade paler as he seemingly recalls the vile words said about you.

"what—... what do you mean?" you stammer, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable with the decision you'd been so sure about earlier today.

"i know you're not that naive," gunwook replies, shaking his head at you. "i don't even know if i have the stomach to repeat any of it. i mean, even fucking gyubin..."

"what—... what did he say?" you dare to ask.

gunwook's lips part in shock. "surely you don't actually want to know."

"what did gyubin say?" you ask again, a bit more forcefully this time.

he sighs, chewing at his bottom lip before meeting your eyes again. "he said that if you weren't mine, he'd bend you over himself."

"i—... i didn't really think he would see me like that. after everything he's said to me," you admit, swallowing hard as the thought of the overwhelming power you held over every idol in attendance in that moment involuntarily pulsed between your legs. but it's the fear in gunwook's eyes that has you dropping to your knees, crawling over to him and situating yourself in surrender between his thighs.

"what did you say, baby?" you ask, hands kneading gently at each of his meaty thighs. "what did you say to him?"

gunwook's breath hitches in his throat as his gaze meets yours. "i accidentally dropped our award on his balls."

"good boy," you reward with an unabashed laugh.

he reaches for you now, unable to contain himself any longer as he scoops you up into his lap. "fucking hell, you looked so good up there, baby."

"so did you," you admit, grinding into him from your straddling position. "wanted you to fuck me right there on the stage."

"i love you, (y/n)," gunwook growls into your neck, nipping at the tender flesh. "and i'm sorry. you turned the tables on me and i collapsed like a house of fucking cards. i don't want anyone looking at you like that except for me. and i certainly shouldn't have kept it from you."

"you were right though, baby," you admit, fingertips tracing the shape of his face. "we're idols. we don't always get a say in what we do on stage. and given how sexy you are, i assume they'll want you to meet that concept again."

gunwook smirks. "the same goes for you."

"so i just thought of a way to reframe it," you say, beginning to undo the buttons on his dress shirt playfully.

"well, of course you have," he says with a grin, arms spreading wide to rest on the top of the couch as he lets you work in peace. "the mastermind never sleeps."

"i might not be the only person who gets to look at you like that, but," you say, running your hands down his now bare chest before glancing up at him, lip catching between your teeth as you finish, "i am the only person who gets to touch you."

as you say the last two words, your palm connects with the bulge in his dress pants, already hard and ready for your attention. he sighs deeply at the needed pressure, gripping the back of the couch a bit tighter.

"does that new philosophy work both ways?" he asks, hips jerking up slightly as your hand wraps around him through the cool fabric.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you purr, sending gunwook reeling, his head lolling back against the couch— a metaphorical white flag as he surrenders the fight to you. you reward his submission by undoing the zipper on his pants and positioning your entrance above his cock teasingly.

"so that's your endgame, huh?" he asks, arms wrapping around your back to support you as you sink yourself down onto him. the whimper that comes out of him is heavenly as he stretches your walls to their favorite position. "you own me?"

"is that so bad?" you ask with a smile, beginning to find a rhythm as you grind up and down on his length. one of his hands finds your neck now, gently pressing his big hand against your throat. his eyes are sincere, pleading with you silently.

"tell me, baby," he begs softly, his other hand gripping at your waist to keep you filled to the brim. "tell me i'm the only one who gets to love you like this."

"gunwookie," you coo gently, your hands cupping each side of his face. "of course you are. you're the love of my life."

"say it," he pleads again, and you can tell from the shakiness in his voice that he really means it. "please."

"you're the only one who gets to love me like this," you say, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "and, for the record, gyubinnie has nothing on you."

gunwook grins at that, lifting your hips slightly before slamming them back down to meet his. you gasp in pleasure at the sensation, grabbing hold of his hand still positioned at your collarbone. "oh, i fucking know he doesn't."

"oh my god," you whine— waiting, hoping, needing for him to do it again.

"and, for the record, neither does that asshole tarzzan," he rasps with a smirk, lifting you up again and ramming you back down. "or sungchan from riize. or taesan from bnd. did you know even yeonjun wants a taste of you, baby?"

every name is punctuated with another delicious thrust until your eyes are rolling back in your head. "that–... that's too bad for them."

"oh it is, isn't it?" gunwookie agrees with a laugh, holding you in place now so he can fuck up into you at a more ambitious pace. "i'd pity them if i didn't want to strangle them."

"harder," you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and collapsing into his chest, holding him tight like you're afraid he'll let go. you hear his heartbeat quicken as he mirrors your embrace, his thighs flexing underneath yours as he takes full control. "just want to be filled with you."

"i love you," he mumbles into your shoulder, his thrusts growing sloppier and uneven and his ramblings more incoherent. "love you, love you, love you..."

you lift your head, pressing your lips lightly to his ear. "i love you, gunwookie."

you both know full well it's over for him. he finishes inside you with a low moan, pressing your hips as close together as he can, spilling every last drop into you. you savor the feeling, like alchemy.

he holds you for awhile, cradling you close to him like the precious thing you are. but you have to admit, there is something still on your mind...

"so... what did yeonjun sunbaenim say about me?"

gunwook's laugh shakes you against his chest. you grin against his neck, cherishing the joyous sound. he kisses the top of your head affectionately.