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disclaimer: i write a lot of smut or suggestive content, those works will have a minors dni disclaimer on them, please be mindful!

no smut or suggestive content will be written for yujin!

key: ♡ fluff | ୨ৎ angst | ☆ suggestive/smut

[oneshot]

* ˚ ✦ i hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave ; p.gw (suggestive but cute)

you trace the veins on gunwook’s arm lazily as he writes. the muscles flex subtly underneath the tip of your finger with each scibbled letter and phrase. so far, he’s written around 5 pages of possible lyrics and scratched out around half of each of them. you vaguely remember him saying something about how he had some writing credits on the next album, but you didn’t think he’d be contributing this much.

he's already been at this for the past 4 hours. he has good material, he’s just being hard on himself, you think.

you sigh, laying your head on his bare shoulder. earlier he complained about how hot the studio was despite the air conditioner being on blast and decided to strip down to a black wife beater and his sweats. his unwashed black hair was messily strewn about all over his head, evidence of him stressing over the work in front of him.

you move some stray hair away from his face lightly so as to not disturb his flow. he doesn’t say thank you, but you notice his lips quirk up into a quick smile. that’s all you need.

you continue tracing his most prominent veins but stop when he stops writing. “ugh what the fuck,” he mutters. you watch him crumble up the entire paper and toss it behind him somewhere in the room.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you mumble. the vibe of the studio right now is calm and you’d like to keep it that way. it’s late, and you’re sleepy, so if gunwook was calm enough, you think you’d just might be able fall asleep right here in the studio. good, that way he can carry you back to the dorms and you won’t have to walk there.

“it’s not good enough,” he says, picking another piece of paper and writing whatever comes to mind. you don’t say anything because you know his standards are high and any input you give will probably be met with a half hearted “eh” or a condescending pat on the head for your efforts.

you shrug and yawn obnoxiously loud but not on purpose. the soft ticking of the clock, scribbles of pen on paper, and gunwook's steady breaths are lulling you to sleep. “will you carry me today? to the dorms?” you ask after several beats of steady silence.

it takes a long while for gunwook to respond. so long, in fact, that you start to think he didn't hear what you said. you're about to quietly repeat yourself when he finally speaks up. “do you want me to?” he stops writing to look at you curiously. you nod with a pout on your face, knowing that he'd never say no to you. he breathes out a laugh, putting his pen down.

you drop your hand from his arm as he lifts it up to poke your puffed up lips. “that shouldn’t even be a question, right?” he mocks lightly. his entire demeanor is different when interacting with you. when he’s writing, he’s practically attacking the paper. glaring daggers into it and furiously writing any line that comes to him, hoping the words will cooperate enough to form something coherent. in contrast, when he looks at you, his eyes seem to soften up. it’s a calm look full of love with an unspoken gentleness that emanates itself in how he treats you so delicately.

it’s like looking at two different people, really.

“yeah but if you're busy i’ll just get a head start and get hanbin to open the door, i think he left earlier today.” as you speak, you're already halfway off his lap. you don’t wait for him to respond, knowing words of protest would be uttered and honestly your legs were already falling asleep by now.

you saunter over to the door, your body practically dragging you down with drowsiness. gunwook turns his swivel chair around and watches you. "so you're leaving without me? thought you wanted me to carry you home?" he calls out after you. his eyes seem to flicker between your back and the door a couple of times.

you wave him off with your hand. "i'm-" a pause. he eyes your retreating figure, his gaze shamelessly dragging down to your ass. this whole time he hadn't realized you were wearing one of his old boxers that you now revamped into sleeping shorts for yourself. he bites his lip to stop from smiling like a fool and leans back in his seat. "i'm not that busy.." he mumbles under his breath as he hauls himself up from his seat, forgetting momentarily about the project behind him. this was practically the first time within his 4 hours stuck in the studio that he gets up.

he catches up to you effortlessly, caging you in from behind and nuzzling his face into your warm neck. he groans and sways you both back and forth as you walk out from the building. "don't ever- don't just walk out like that y'know.." you stifle a laugh at his words and roll your eyes.

kim jiwoong and non sexual acts of dominance

☆.｡.:* guiding you when you walk: jiwoong is the kind of man who has to have his hands on you 24/7. ie: holding hands, arm around your shoulder, etc. if you're going anywhere with him, he's definitely walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the curb. "-oh look, this is the thing i was telling you about the other day!" you'd stray away from him slightly, getting distracted while window shopping. in an instant he's on your tail, placing a gentle hand at the small of your back. "yeah it's really nice, hey- don't just wander off like that" he'd lightly scold, slightly rubbing circles on your lower back. walks behind you and taps your shoulder to let you know when to turn a corner. likes to walk behind you and it can get annoying but he does it for your safety!

☆.｡.:* eye contact: ALWAYS has to maintain eye contact with you. he needs you to know that he’s listening so he will literally drop everything he’s doing just to be fully engaged in conversation. whenever you’re talking he’ll start by staring into your eyes, once you get flustered and try to look away he’d grab you by the chin or the back of your head. “don’t look away” he’d tease. His eyes literally roam your face like he’s trying to commit your features to memory. if you’re the kind of person who’s shy and can’t maintain eye contact then every conversation is hell with him. constant “hey, look at me”’s and “can you look at me when we speak”’s. he’ll take a moment to interrupt you mid rant just to compliment your eyes. gives you the most intense bedroom eyes possible but he’s not even trying. he just likes looking at you and being engaged.

-minors dni ❤️

anon please I was literally daydreaming about this 🥲

don’t get me started.

he would get so STARVED and depraved that he’s practically cumming in his pants as he eats you out for the first time in weeks. he’s so needy he literally has to hold you down with all his strength. the first thing he does is ask if he can taste it because “he’s hungry :(“ no foreplay or teasing, he can’t wait.

this boy will be groaning and straight up whining into your pussy as he practically makes out with it. sucks on your clit as he fingers you and does not detach himself when you orgasm. probably overstimulates you. “please~” he’d beg because he doesn’t want this to end, his eyes are literally glazed over with lust.

he’s not sloppily normally but he can’t hold back he literally makes a mess like plz calm down! he can’t help subtly grinding his cock on the edge of the mattress just to relieve some tension but nothing compares to when he’s actually inside of you. if you orgasm and have no energy he’s literally begging to just stick his dick in you and let him do all the hard work. “please it’s been weeks i just need to feel you”

bites his lips that are still glistening with your come. makes you taste yourself. keeps saying things like “I missed you” as he fucks you.

matthew + choking - no explicit smut but still minors dni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"my goddamn eyes are up here"

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

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

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

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

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

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

first time ; k.gv

* ˚ ✦ when a normal cuddle session with your boyfriend turns into something he didn't expect.

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut, tiny bit of overstimulation, virgin!gyuvin, experienced!reader, afab!reader, no penetration just guided(?) masturbation, implied sub gyuvin but like who knows, im a fan of the switch gyuvin community so don't k!ll me, i wrote this on a whim since i cant stop thinking about him today, not proofread just had to get this out of my head

"god you're so nervous.." you tease. you run your hand down his chest, making sure to lightly scratch him with your recently manicured nails. "i-im not" he huffs, clearly worked up.

here’s a pic of gunwook ^^;

What do you think about doing the rest of the legal line on the accidentally ejaculating in your face prompt?? (If not everyone, especially gunwook, ricky and hanbin 😳)

Btw, this is my first time ever doing an ask, love your work!!

ahhh this is super late bc i forgot i had this written but here it is! im glad you enjoy my work btw omg ><

more legal line reaction to accidentally ejaculating on your face (part 2) ; part 1

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut

hanbin ⍣ ೋ

would be very apologetic. is watching you the whole time with a frustrated expression. probably takes a long time to cum so he likes to watch you to get himself more aroused. once he’s close he’ll curse and buck his hips up into your mouth. he would 100% cover his face as he cums like hand fully over his entire face lol. self indulgent moment here but his moans would be so pretty omfg. when you start choking on his cum he’ll calm down and ask if you’re ok. is genuinely worried bc sometimes he gets really lost and doesn’t know his own limits. speaks so softly?? it’s such a contrast to how rough he can be sometimes.

"o-oh shit- are you ok? lets clean you up hm?" with the sweetest smile on his face omg

ricky ⍣ ೋ

thinks it’s so fucking hot. says things like “im gonna cum” but mumbles it so really it’s on you if you don’t move away. at first it’s a genuine mistake like he doesn’t really mean to come all over your pretty face but oh my god your expression and his translucent white load dripping down your face- it gets him so high. from that moment on, he would literally pump his cum onto your face, not in a degrading way it’s more like “im painting your face” way. calls you pretty and tells you nice praises. “you like having me use you like a canvas ☺️” “my favorite work of art” bites his lip and tries not to smirk bc he knows you’ll get annoyed at him.

you just accidentally unlocked a kink for him honestly.

gunwook ⍣ ೋ

stop he would feel so bad. most likely acts like a mix of matthew and gyuvin. you would be so keen on pleasuring him and he would be so caught up in reaching his high that he doesn’t realize when he cums all over your face. his mouth is all hung open and once he takes a peek of you he’s like “omg omg”. he gets SO RED and embarrassed. literally tries to wipe it away and asks if you’re ok. “sorry i- idk omg”. the moment he wipes it off your lips he gets so silent and his intrusive thought is like “put ur finger in their mouth 😈“ if he does, he would do it so slowly and sensually but like with a curious aura surrounding his actions. would def get turned on again.

* ˚ ✦ minors dni : contains smut

jiwoong ⍣ ೋ

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

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

matthew ⍣ ೋ

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

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

gyuvin ⍣ ೋ

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

☆.｡.:* we can’t be friends (wait for your love) 🎶

"we're just friends!"

gyuvin remembers those words as if you had said them just seconds ago. he remembers the catalyst of the statement all too well. he even remembers the way you laughed after uttering those words. your laughter sounding like a mockery to his ears as if to say. 'how foolish, of course, we're just friends'

you had asked gyuvin to accompany you to a house party being hosted at matthews. a friend of yours had seen you walk in with the tall boy trailing quite protectively behind you. "omg y/n is this your boyfriend.?

gyuvin shakes his head, remembering your laugh yet again. god, he loved your laugh but not in this context. "what?" you had looked up at him incredulously. "me and gyuvin?"

"we're just friends."

just friends you had said.

just friends didn't act the way you two did though.

just friends didn't cuddle and kiss each other good night, did they? you would always insist on gyuvin sleeping with you so that he could become your own personal body pillow. he was warm and you loved it. "good night," you would mutter before giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. gyuvin pretended like it didn't affect him but it made his heart ache. you kissed him almost nightly and yet you had no romantic feelings for him?

just friends didn't get jealous like gyuvin did. sure you could hang out with whoever you wanted at the end of the day. however, whenever you mentioned you were going on yet another blind date, gyuvin would interrogate you. "what's their name?" "do you seriously think they're cute?" "y/n can't you just stay here?" "do you really have to wear that out?" he's sure you just thought he was being an overprotective bff but in reality, he just really couldn't bear to see you get pretty for someone else.

just friends didn't give each other lingering stares. "whaaaat?~" you would giggle whenever you caught gyuvin admiring you. "nothing," he would be leaning his chin on his palms, smiling softly. "nothing" he would repeat. he thought you were just too pretty. sometimes he caught you staring at him too and that would inevitably give him false hope. like the time he had pulled his hoodie over his head to take it off, accidentally revealing his waist. he turned around embarrassingly scanning the area while trying to cover himself. he had caught you red-faced, pretending to look for something.

"yeah just friends!" gyuvin affirmed. your friends had taken notice of how he hesitated but said nothing.

just friends is all gyuvin would ever be to you no matter how much skinship you too gave each other. maybe it was just how friends acted. he honestly didn't know.

☆.｡.:* buckling in your seatbelt: hanbin mentions that he has something planned. he doesn't tell you exactly what it is or where you're going but you're excited nonetheless. dragging him over to the car, you're eagerly pulling him along to get it started. he opens the passenger door for you and you hop in. when he gets in he settles in, buckling up, first and foremost. in all your hurry you might forget the most important thing so he looks over at you. he tsks when he notices it but he has a smile on his face. "your seatbelt~," he practically singsongs as he leans over. "oh-" you're about to do it yourself but he gives you a look. "don't worry," he reaches over to pull the seatbelt down across your chest and towards your hip. it clicks in place and he smiles at you.

☆.｡.:* adjusting your appearance: perhaps you just woke up and your hair is strewn all about. hanbin laughs seeing you drag yourself towards him, looking for warmth. "aw come here," he beckons you over. he looks over your pouty, still puffy & sleepy face and lifts your chin so that you are now looking at him. first, he runs his fingers gently and delicately across your lips and then chuckles as he suddenly focuses on fixing your hair. "still sleepy?" you nod as he chuckles again. "lets go back to bed."

☆.｡.:*summary : your boyfriend comes home bruised and bloody yet again

☆.｡.:*pairing : boxer!gunwook x reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : blood, mentions of fighting, a bit of angst if you squint(?), fluff, not revised

☆.｡.:*w/c : ~1k

“stupid fucking-” gunwook groans out loud. “such a lucky hit, i swear...” he taps his finger on the marble surface of the kitchen island contemplatively. “i was just distracted,” he tells himself.

he places his head on the counter, mulling over the loss of the night. god, if only he did a left hook instead of the right. 

“ow..” he lifts head up and looks down, noticing his forehead wound has opened back up and has left a blood stain on the counter. “shit,” he mumbles. just as he’s about to go grab a towel to clean it up, you emerge from your room. 

“you’re back?” you yawn, your hair looking just a dishealved as his.

he clears his throat, diverting his gaze awkwardly from your exposed torso when you stretch. “yeah..” he mumbles. you laugh at how red his ears get until you notice the forehead wound among many others. you see his blood stained cheeks and eye that's just asking to get swollen if untreated. “gunwook what the fuck?” you scold him. “i-” you cut him off when you notice the stain he left on the counter. “and you’re leaving your blood everywhere!”

he scoffs, “ i was just about to clean that up..” he sighs, “im not really in the mood for this right now..” just then do you notice the way his eyes are downturned and his usual bubbly self is nowhere to be found. 

“did you-”

you dont finish your sentence because the way hes carrying himself tells you everything already. “oh wook..” you walk up to him and cup his face gently, although he still winces at the touch. “it’s just one loss you know?” he sighs, “i was gonna use the money to take you out or something, we haven't done anything fun in months.”

 “i dont care about that, you’ve done alot for me already plus i dont want you to die while making me happy.”

you dont even need to ask questions to know. gunwook typically never fought past his range. he would only go against people whom he knew he had a good chance against. however, every saturday there was an event where the fighters of the area could go against one of the strongest fighters in the city. the cash prize was good but what was even better was the reputation that came with it and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to have it.

you were supportive but for the past 4 months, every Saturday without fail, gunwook would come home beat to a pulp. you tried to get him to give up but he was determined to win one day, he just had to get stronger.

you sigh, looking over his face. his lips were more swollen than normal and some strands of his dark hair were crisp with blood. “can you just-” “of course.” you cut him off. you place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he hisses in pain at and you laugh.

you silently lead him to the bathrooom where you keep a first aid kit on deck. you grunt as you pick up the heavy box, refusing to let gunwook help you. “just sit your ass down.” when he does you give him a once over.

he looks like a stray puppy who’d just been abandoned at the side of the road. you let out an exasperated sigh at his appearance, “you know, im not a licensed nurse. you need to go to the hospital one of these days.” he plays with his fingers while you get the kit ready for use. 

“why would i do that when i have my own personal fixer upper right here?” he jabs at your side playfully. “ow, it hurts when you do it.” you glare at him with an annoyed but light smile. 

“too strong.” 

“not strong enough apparently,” he mumbles, once again reminded of yet another saturday loss. “well,” you take place on his lap with a cotton pad wet with alcohol in hand. instinctively he moves his hand to your waist to keep you steady. “you’re strong enough to keep me safe,” you whisper.

before he can protest or say anything demeaning about himself you place the cotton on the cut closest to his eye. he hisses in pain and glares at you. “be gentler,” he mumbles. you hum, moving the piece of cotton across whatever cut or gash you came across, making sure to change it whenever it got too saturated with blood.

 “seriously though...you need to be more careful wook,” you place a kiss on the cut you just cleaned and place a bandaid over that. “my biggest fear is getting a call about a wound I won’t be able to fix.”

he nods solemnly, placing his patched up face on your shoulder. you sigh, choosing to play with his hair to soothe his stress and sadness.

after a couple beats of silence, he suddenly pips up.