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melobin · 6 months

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zb1 members top 3 kinks

✧ the top three kinks jiwoong, hao, hanbin, matthew, taerae, ricky and gyuvin have in my opinion

✧ warnings - no pronouns mentioned but reader is female bodied, strength kink, impact play, edging, teasing, dacryphilia, breeding, cuckolding, dollification, use of the term oppa, marking, praise, dumbification, mentions of pain, begging

✧ jiwoong

● edging

jiwoong has a slight sadistic side to him and it comes out rather heavily when he edges you. usually he’ll only edge you mildly, only going as far as delaying your orgasm 2 or 3 times until he lets you cum. some nights he can be a little more intense with you though, wanting to edge you until you’re on the edge of tears, sometimes even crying, before he’ll even think about letting you cum. jiwoong thinks you look so cute with tears filling your eyes and begs falling from your swollen lips as he plays with your aching clit, stopping when he can tell you’re getting close. by the time he presses his tongue against you, your clit is throbbing against it and you’re cumming in record time.

● spanking

jiwoong would love your ass, constantly grabbing it, holding it and slapping it when the two of you are alone. so spanking is something he enjoys heavily, he likes spanking you when you’re naked and he’s fully clothed. having you bent over his lap, he’d run his fingers over your skin, avoiding the place you’d want him most and laugh quietly to himself when you whine a little. he likes the sound that his hand striking against your ass makes, as well as the whimper you release at the contact. he’ll spank you a few times, sometimes making you count each time he spanks you and taunting you with his words every time you miscount due to the feeling. after a while he’ll bring his fingers between your legs to feel your soaked core, simply laughing at how drenched his actions made you.

● strength

have you seen his arms? jiwoong loves using his strength against you, holding you down, pressing you against things, he likes watching you squirm when he pins your hands above your head with just one hand caging both of your wrists together, he likes the way you try to get out but can’t. he thinks the idea of being able to manhandle you into any position he desires is hot and always uses it to his advantage, not being shy to pull his cock out of you and flip you over so you’re on all fours. not letting it last long before he pushes the top part of your body down against the mattress and pushing back into you.

✧ hao

● dacryphilia

tears are one of his bigger turn ons, he lives to see you cry. wants to watch you make a mess of your pretty face, especially if you’re wearing makeup. seeing mascara dripping down your face is one of his favourite sights, has multiple pictures saved of you in that state. he loves teasing and along side of that comes with wanting to tease you until you’re in tears, begging to cum, begging for his cock, just begging for any form of stimulation you can get from him. on the flip side, hao likes crying himself. isn’t one to admit to his submissive side and commonly ends up fighting back with you, fighting for dominance and all, when he loses he gets so whiny. breaks the moment you wrap your hand around his throbbing cock and rub it till he cums, or until you decide to let him cum. easy way to cause tears to fall down his pretty face and to get begs to leave his lips.

● lingerie

he will devour you in anything you wear, no matter what you’re in, or not in, you’re his sweet, pretty baby who he’d do anything for, and to. but seeing you in lingerie absolutely destroys the man, usually he’s eager to strip you down and touch your bare skin, wanting to kiss every inch of you whilst you lay breathless under him, but if you wear lingerie he’ll be sure to do all of that whilst keeping it on you. he reaches a point where he actively buys you lingerie without asking or consulting you before hand, one day you just get a randomly package delivered to your house with a cute little note inside from hao explaining how he thought white lingerie would suit you perfectly… so he had to buy you some to prove it to you. one of his top favourite things to do in the world is to just pull the panties of the lingerie aside so he can push his cock into you and fuck you like that, he’s weak for the way the fabric drags against the side of his cock with every thrust he makes. he especially likes this in the sets he brought for you, he’ll look sit back on his knees as he fucks you, holding your hips and looking down at you adoringly, murmuring about how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. it’s a process that gets repeated often but it’s something neither of you can grow tired of.

● teasing

hao’s a little shit who likes teasing you, he likes being condescending and watching you squirm and whine under him, he likes watching your bratty front falter, laughing at how you’ll resort to begging in order to get beat you want. the main focus of his teasing is often on how condescending he can be though. he’s mean, he likes watching you shiver under his touch, he purposely does things that he know will make you whimper so he can laugh at you. touching you in ways that make you incapable of staying still so he can look down you, tilt his head and ask “too much for you baby? so cute that you can’t handle me” laughing at he finishes speaking. he’ll lay between your thighs and kiss the skin of them, leaving your underwear on so he can press open mouthed kisses against your clit over them. cockwarming is one of his favoured ways to tease you, making you sit on his cock and be still until he thinks you’re ready to be fucked by him. hao’s one and true goal is to drive you as insane as possible, it always works out in both of your favour because he loves how sensitive and submissive you get after and you’re left in a state of indescribable pleasure due to how soaked and weak you became.

✧ hanbin

● breeding

he’s a simple man, he put two and two together and came out with this kink. hanbin is a family man who’s completely and utterly in love with you, often finding himself laying in bed at night with his thoughts drifting off to your future together. the wedding you’d have, the home you’d share and the children the two of you would create together. he finds himself feeling excited about living his life with you and creating a family of his own, mixing that with his love of filling you up with his cum ended up giving hanbin a very intense breeding kink. he’s not too reckless and he knows he’s not in the position to start a family with you right now, but that won’t stop the nights that occur between the two of you. sometimes he just can’t help himself, with his mind wandering about the future the two of you will have together, he wants to start it as soon as possible. whispering sweet words in your ear about how pretty you’ll look all dolled up on your wedding day, how he’d be able to fuck you over any surface of your house and how one day you’ll be carrying his baby looking as beautiful as ever. the final part is the one that really sets him off, losing himself in the thought of getting you pregnant he’ll find himself fucking you harder, basking in your moans and pleads for him to not stop and for him to fill you up until he can’t anymore. he wont be satisfied until you’re filled to the brim with his cum.

● cuckold

this is a kink hanbin was somewhat afraid to disclose to you, fearful of making you uncomfortable with what sometimes crossed his mind. though he was met with a pleasant surprise when you expressed interest in his thoughts, excitement almost. hanbin always had an interest in watching a friend fuck you but he’d never found a friend who he truly wanted yk experience it with, until he met a certain man named zhang hao. after a few discussions with the both of you, hanbin found himself sat on a chair next to your bed, naked, but hands resting on the arm rests of the chair, gripping it in order to keep restraint from touching himself. the sight in front of him was something he had only dreamed of. you were laying on your front, a pillow under you causing your ass to be propped up in the air and hao was over you, a hand in your hair as he held the side of your head against the mattress with his cock wedged deep inside of you. the position left you and hanbin watching each other, both of you overwhelmed and slowly being ruined by what was occurring. it was filthy, filled with intense pleasure for you and hao with pure humiliation for hanbin. just from that feeling alone, the three of you knew it was going to happen again.

this is something i might expand on and write a full fic for in the future .. possibly, that’s why it seems more drabble rather than just a description… i got slightly into it.

● dollification

to put it simply, hanbin thinks you are the single prettiest thing to ever grace the earth, an angel that he was given the blessing to call his. whilst he is sure you cannot be any prettier in his eyes, he finds himself in awe at how you look everytime he fucks you. his adoring view of you quickly brought upon a pet name he had for you. doll, specifically my doll, which is his favourite thing to call you. it doesn’t just stop with the pet name though, hanbin is obsessed with you, he loves the sight of you laying completely fucked out under him. some nights you being his doll is a concept that comes to life, he’ll fuck you whilst your prettiest set of lace underwear, that he brought, is pressed upon your skin. he’ll run his fingers over your skin and tell you how unreal you are with each thrust, bringing his fingers to your lips and telling you how lucky he is that he has such a life like fuck doll who’ll moan his name and let him do whatever he wanted to them. those nights are the heavier, more intense ones than usual and often leave you both worn out and ruined.

✧ matthew

● body worship

matthew thinks you’re the most beautiful thing to ever walk and he’s not shy about expressing that. his hands are always on you, lips by your ear whispering to you about how pretty you look and this goes into sex too. matthew just wants to kiss every inch of you and tell you how beautiful you are until you’re withering under him, whimpering his name with tears in your eyes and begging for him to fuck you. he does, he always gives his pretty baby what they want. matthew also really enjoys being worshipped, always showing off his body to you, flexing his arms, lifting his shit to wipe his forehead so you see his abs. always wants your attention on him, gets hard when you comment on how good he looks. he’d really enjoy you licking his abs when you go down to suck him off.

● oppa kink

maybe not a real kink, but it’s an obvious one for him … call him woohyun oppa during sex and he’ll flip out, in a good way. he likes the sexier tone it has compared to matthew, gives him an ego and a sense of dominance that he wants to hold over you, usually ends up rougher due to it. things like “you want oppa to take care of you, baby?” and “tell oppa what you want” leave his lips along with somewhat condescending laughs when you whine and plead for him to touch you and fuck you.

● praise

praise is something that goes both ways with matthew. he loves praising you, telling you how good you’re taking him, how wet you are around him. will always reminds you how gorgeous you are with his cock in your mouth too. he has a giant receiving praise kink though, he loves being praised. melts the moment you tell him how good he feels inside of you. matthew always unintentionally falls into the submissive service top role, the moment you pull at his hair as he’s fucking you and praise him he folds. fucks you harder, needs more praise, whines into your neck when you give it him. he needs to hear how much you’re enjoying his cock, needs you to tell him that you can feel him in your stomach because he’s so deep. he always cums so hard during those times, but is always so willing to keep fucking you until you’ve came.

✧ taerae

● dumbification

you’re his sweet baby, taerae is so blinded by love when it comes to you, in his eyes you’re just the most precious person he’s ever met and you cannot do wrong. due to this, he finds himself wanting to leave his precious baby in a state where all you can do is squirm and whimper under his touch. he just wants to fuck you dumb, leave you almost braindead where all you can focus on is the way his cock feels inside of you and all you can say is breathless whimpers of his name. taerae will go out of his way to learn every weak spot you have, he’ll study your body until he knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to you to have you whining and begging before his cock is even inside of you. he’s aware of how his lips around your clit will quickly send you into a state where no thoughts cross your mind at all, the intense pleasure of him sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it causes all strength to leave your body instantly, so it’s always his go to way to start the nights that he wants to have you fucked dumb under him.

● frottage

taerae can be a bit of a perv, but when he needs you, he needs you. there’s not much beating around the bush with him, he doesn’t like waiting, he doesn’t really have there patience to wait either. he loves the feeling of his clothed cock being rubbed against something and he really isn’t shy about grinding himself against your ass whilst you’re out, even going as far to cum in his pants because of it, knowing if he done that the two of you would have to leave because he made such a mess. he has no shame, he’ll grab your hand and rut himself against it as a way of telling you he needs to fuck you.

● hair pulling

it goes both ways but he loves, loves, when you pull on his hair, especially when his face is between your legs. the slight pain that comes with hard harshly you pull on the strands makes him moan against you. tongue flicking against your clit with the vibration of his moaning, he becomes a wreck for it. often ending up grinding his cock against the bed sheets and sometimes even cumming because of it. hair pulling really sets off the slight pain kink he has and he thrives because of it. he enjoys pulling on your hair too but it doesn’t give him the same kink as you pulling his does.

✧ ricky

● eye contact

nothing makes ricky melt more than when your eyes meet, especially when he’s inside of you. he’s quite gentle about it too, holding your chin so softly in his hands, leaning down to press a sweet kiss on your lips as he rolls his hips against yours before pulling his face away so he can see you. he thinks there’s something so intense and intimate about making eye contact with you whilst he’s fucking you, he can see the way you’re breaking apart by the look in your eyes, how they grow wider as you grow closer to the edge. ricky is always amused when you struggle to keep your eyes open, coaxes you to keep looking at him with sweet words “mm come on baby, show me your pretty eyes as you cum for me”

● pleasure dom

he lives for your pleasure. everything he does is the please you. wants to see your eyes rolling back and your lips parted with his name falling from them, he just loves watching you fall apart because of him. when you suck him off he still makes sure to give you pleasure, even if you tell him his pleasure turns you on too, he still finds a way to have his fingers on your clit. he really loves the 69 position because of that. having your mouth around his cock, moaning around it due to his lips on your clit just increases the pleasure he’s feeling. when he’s fucking you he’s so attentive to your reactions, paying close attention to the way you gasp when he angles his hips in a certain way, how you dig your nails into his skin when you get close. he cums so hard from seeing you so overwhelmed and in pleasure. always ends it with the “cum around my cock angel”

● clothed sex

ricky has a massive thing for having you ride him whilst he’s fully clothed and you’re completely naked. he finds the whole thing to be erotic, especially when you make a mess of his suit trousers. he never gets mad, he likes teasing you about it. “so wet, making a mess all over my trousers angel, ‘s a good thing i don’t have to go out after this isn’t it? my messy baby” he likes the way you grip onto his dress shirt when it gets too much for you, how you start rutting against him desperately as you get closer. he also likes the slight humiliation aspect of it. he’s there, fully clothed and you’re there fucking yourself relentlessly on his cock, desperate for a release. he sometimes can’t help but wish one of the members would walk in and catch you.

✧ gyuvin

● size

very self explanatory, works in every way. he loves the fact you’re so small under him, he likes towering over you, being able to look down at you. he likes the way you struggle to take his cock when he fucks you because it’s so big and you’re just so small that it struggles to fit. that’s his favourite part of it, he’ll always point out how little you are when you’re laying under him but behind those words he’s already dreaming about how you’ll look even smaller when he rests his cock on your tummy before pushing it inside of you. he ls mesmerized by how you look when he starts stretching you out, loves how you squirm when he stills inside of you once half of him has filled you up. basically trains you to take all of his cock but he’ll work you up to it, for the mean time he’s in heaven watching you struggle to take him.

● mocking

he can be kinda mean with it, but he does it in a very light hearted and teasing way. when you get too whiny he has to mock you by whining back with a little smile on his face, asking him to fuck you always ends with him looking at you almost menacingly. “need me that bad baby?” a sick little laugh following his words. he can’t let you have anything easily, he needs to tease and taunt you about it first. he can be worse with it when he fucks you, if you shed any tears at all his first instinct is to mock you. he’s so much bigger than you, his cock is so thick, it’s normal for you to cry as he fucks you die to the intensity of the stretch and the pleasure and he thrives off of it. “what’s wrong baby? too much for you?” all whilst fucking into you that little bit harder.

● overstimulation

this one goes both ways. usually happens when he’s fucking you and he’s just that little bit too excited and just can’t stop. overstimulates the both of you because he needs to be inside of you, needs to fuck you over and over again, is just completely insatiable and won’t be happy until both of you are worn out and done. he makes it messy too, sweat everywhere, cum covering your stomach, cunt, thighs. just wants you both to be fucked out and ruined.

#zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #jiwoong smut #Hao smut #hanbin smut #Matthew smut #Taerae smut #ricky smut #gyuvin smut

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i2sunric · 7 months

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hiii could I request aftercare w/ zb1!!!

AFTERCARE W/ ZB1 & their love languages after sex 🩷

wc: idk lmao

reader: afab!

warnings: no explicit smut, kinda soft, aftercare with zerobaseone

A/N: sorry for having took a break i just didn’t feel very good <//3 i hope this suits you good anon 🫶

JIWOONG, words of affirmation, acts of service — a cozy autumn late evening, rain was pouring outside softly hitting the window and placing small patterns and drops on its surface. in the room the only sound echoing was the one of the storm outside - of course - and the sound of your pretty moans as you reached your orgasm at the same time as jiwoong. both panting hardly, jiwoong pulled outside from inside of you and threw himself beside of you, whispering small “good girl” and “you were so good princess”. all you could do was hum softly in response, too tired to form any sentence with sense. jiwoong noticed it and turned himself to face you, taking the blanket with his long arm and throwing it on the top of your figures; a feeling of being warm took over your body. he placed small kisses on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your body, smiling softly, some strings of his black hair tickling your skin “let’s take some rest now, yeah?” he said, giving you another peck “good night y/n, i love you” and you both fell asleep side by side,feeling the strong love you had for each other.

HANBIN, acts of service, words of affirmation — he places his head on your chest, sweaty hair sticking to both of your skins, he’s whispering soft compliments to you as you both are a panting mess, he raises his head and you melt, seeing his wide smile, eyes almost turning into two small moons “let’s get ourselves cleaned up, shall we?” he says, getting up and taking two towels from the bathroom and coming them, a cheeky smile still plastered on his face. he carefully lifts you, opening your legs and cleaning your mess, drying the cum-dirty blanket “up.” he orders and you follow, he throws the clothes he had removed from you on the dirty pale ones’ and takes clean ones, handing them to you but you’re quick to shake your head. hanbin shows his smile again and scoffs “my angel wants me to take care of her?” you follow his orders again as he helps you get dressed. once you’re done you watch him from the edge of the bed as he puts a comfortable fit on and turns around to face you “since you’ve been so good” he praises “i guess you deserve some hot chocolate and a long cuddle session”

HAO acts of service — hao isn’t one of big words, as the introvert he is, and neither physical touch is his strong point, he’d rather show his aftercare with helping you and making you rest as much as possible. after finishing you’d be spread on the bed, lying on your back as you stare to the ceiling, still kinda shaken. hao quietly gets up from the bed and leaves the room, you pout, despite knowing he loves you, you thought he was going to leave you there alone. it was all until he showed up again, in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, staring at you lovingly and flashing a soft smile “tired?” he questions and you nod, trying to sit up but your back was sore. hao rushes over you and nags “no, don’t move” he places a soft pillow behind your head “i opened the bath’s water, it will be soon ready” he informs and you suddenly feel guilty for having had such filthy thoughts “thank you” you say and he smiles again, a wider one “anytime y/n.” he pats your head “you know i love you”

MATTHEW, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch — as much as you love having sex with matthew, you love the care he gives you afterwards. he’s the first one to gain his senses back and gently lays you down on the bed, giving you small kisses and hugging you. he keeps whispering “i love you”s as he covers you with the blankets. matthew goes to his wardrobe and takes a hoodie, the hoodie you always borrow him, claiming that ‘it is so comfortable’ and he remembers, giving it to you “come on baby, put it on and get comfortable”. he gets dressed and comes into the bedroom with bags of chips and chocolate, your favourite brands by the way. you wide your eyes “matthew we’re going to dirty the bed” but he only shrugs, reassuring that it wasn’t a big deal, that he’d clean everything later. he lays beside you and turns on the tv, you two watch some random serie tvs until your eyes feel too heavy to stay open and you fall asleep in his arms.

TAERAE, quality time — as much as he hates to admit it, taerae is the one who needs aftercare the most between the two of you, so you’re in charge of everything, though you don’t mind because he’s cute. taerae is laying on the top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your bare chest “baby we need to clean ourselves” you say, earning a complaining hum from him, you chuckle “taerae, please?” you ask but he shakes his head “no, i want to cuddle you” his voice deep and raspy. and so you don’t do much, just stay there together as you embrace him and he places small kisses on your arm, having small talks until you hear light snores coming from him.

RICKY, receiving gifts, words of affirmations — you’re in your expensive hotel suit during a work trip with your boyfriend ricky, you two just shared a heated make out session in the jacuzzi and had fucked on the deckchair. you were tired, sleepy and most of all out of energy, even keeping your eyes open was a struggle. ricky notices and chuckles “i’m sorry love, was i too rough?” he questions, you were laying on the top of him, still on the deckchair as he was stroking softly your hair. you shake your head in reassurance. ricky moves you on his laps and gets up, you wrap your arms around his neck and he carries you to the bed. you both had bathrobes on, his slightly wet hair tickled your arm skin. you were staring at him and ricky flashes you a smile, saying his usual tease “like what you see?” and you, like a fool in love, always find yourself nodding at his silly question. he gently places you to sit on the bed and takes your underwear from the suitcase, handing them to you “put it on princess.” he orders and so you do, he gives you your pyjama and you put that on as well. he signs you to lie down and you do, ricky lays beside you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, you rest your head on his chest, hugging him “aren’t you going to change?” you question “yes, i’ll wait for you to fall asleep and i’ll take a shower” he says, knowing you were too sleepy to wait for him to cuddle as always before sleeping. you nod and slowly feel yourself falling asleep as he whispers “tomorrow i’ll buy you a golden necklace so it feels like my hands around your neck” and he kisses your head

GYUVIN, physical touch — gosh, cuddling with gyuvin after having sex is never-ending. gyuvin won’t let go even if you say your arms went numb, he just scoots a little but continues to have his hand wrapped around you and his head resting over your shoulder “i love you” he says, hiding his face into your neck “i know you love me even if you don’t choke me with cuddles” you say jokingly, patting his head. you wouldn’t do much as well as taerae, just cuddling for hours and hours until he finally gets up because he felt hungry.

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seokmattchuus · 4 months

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Accidentally sending a picture to ZB1 - Fake Texts

A/n: Happy New Year! I hope you guys enjoy this 🩵🖤 Also, I will be trying to set up a posting schedule for the other stuff I have so keep an eye out for that <3

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 3 months

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bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tuesday, zhang hao— string ensemble

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here. ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.8k ⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down) ⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated. ⋆˙⟡ tuesday summary: happy tuesday, you know what that means: two straight hours of wind ensemble. and it's made even more enjoyable by first chair, zhang hao, chewing you out for every mistake you make. he's been quiet today though. it's making your skin crawl. can you manage to get out unscathed?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. dub-con. bullying. stuck up, tattletale hao. this is a doozy. you'll be glad we took it easy monday. smut in gn and fem versions are substantially different due to logistics/circumstance. also i clearly know nothing about playing the violin so just 🤓☝️ pipe down over there, k? ily. actually would love to hear real violinists thoughts on this so hmu. ⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★☆☆ (3.5)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: foreign object and finger insertion (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dub-con: hao doesn't have consent before sexually touching reader but reader is turned on by it, cum play, bullying.

DO NOT PUT ROSIN UP YOUR HOO HA YA DINGUS!! purely for entertainment purposes, this fic exists in a world where there aren't consequences for that okay? DON'T. I REPEAT DON'T. DO THIS IRL. okay thank you, love you.

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you take a deep breath, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet at the south campus entrance. you’d barely gotten any sleep last night after your encounter with jiwoong, too busy tossing and turning as you pictured the dirty looks you’d be getting all over campus the next day. but as you walk across the main courtyard to the music building this afternoon, you’re surprised and elated to hear no frantic whispers in response to your presence.

had jiwoong really kept what happened yesterday a secret? you find it hard to believe he’d want to protect your reputation and mental well-being. still, the proof was in the pudding and, so far, the pudding seemed entirely unaware of who you are. just how you like it.

on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

as you enter the orchestra room, you spot that force immediately— already seated and delicately coating the hairs of his bow with the lifetime supply of premium rosin he’d won for first place violinist at the chinese international music competition three years ago. you know this fact because he never lets you forget it.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black music chair, smoothing your skirt so that it doesn’t ride up while you play. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

he doesn’t even look at you. and though you already intended to fix the problem without his prompting, you place your violin back in its case and start to fish around in the velvet compartments for some rosin. when you come up empty, you start to panic.

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides her lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

you couldn’t argue with that. it was the truth. but your little incident with jiwoong had preoccupied you and suddenly every perfectionist task you routinely performed seemed... obsolete. how could you let him get to you like this?

and why did it still feel so good?

professor ahn taps her baton again, signaling for everyone to turn to the first page of your spring concert repertoire. you swallow nervously, opening your sheet music booklet to tippett’s fantasia concertante on a theme of corelli. it’s an extremely difficult piece that an outstanding violinist struggles to play on a good day. and you would be playing it with your bow in a noticeably poor condition.

you stumble through the piece as quietly as possible, cringing when the sound your instrument produces is less than satisfactory. though your ensemble is still learning the song, others’ mistakes aren’t enough to hide the strange performance coming from the second-chair violinist.

“zhang hao-sshi,” professor ahn suddenly calls. the boy to your left looks up at her in attention, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. “who is responsible for that unsatisfactory sound?”

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happened during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

there was a reason professor ahn held such distaste for you and your craft and that reason was zhang hao. each and every rehearsal, your professor would ask the first chair to list any mistakes he’d heard from your section and he apparently only ever noticed yours. you’d sit there, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as hao described every error you made in great detail that day— professor ahn taking note and deducting points from your rehearsal grade as she saw fit.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

but his gaze returns to his sheet music, pencil floating across the paper as he quietly adds annotations. you’re honestly freaked out. had he hit his head? had the difficulty of the piece actually thrown him that much?

rehearsal ends shortly thereafter and you stay in your chair, silently tending to your violin next to hao. you’re both usually the last to leave, but hao always makes it a point to stay just a few seconds longer than you. just to prove something.

after your instrument is safely back in its case, you stand up and make your way over to the instrument storage closet. you find your cubby, pulling out your key and unlocking your unit so you can leave your violin there for the remainder of your classes this afternoon.

as you place your violin case gently inside and lock your cubby, the unexpected sound of footsteps behind you makes you freeze in place. slowly, you turn around to find hao standing in the doorway of the storage closet.

weird. hao would never undermine his unparalleled musicianship by keeping his violin in a public storage unit. he sets his case down next to him, crossing his arms and leaning on the left side of the door frame.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

“what do you mean, for what?” hao spits, eyes narrowing angrily. “i didn’t tell professor ahn about any of the mistakes you made today. and i don’t know if you noticed, but you made a fuck ton.”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

“oh,” you reply, tilting your head in surprise. you swallow the urge to tell him that kindness in demand of a thank you is not exactly kindness and instead, just nod. “yeah. thank you. i guess.”

it must be some weird power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

“honestly, you’re kind of making me uncomfortable,” you reply, ducking under his arm and walking back out into the orchestra room. “so if my lack of gratitude means you’re going to go back to humiliating me in front of the entire string ensemble every day... i guess i’ll just have to continue living with it.”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

clearly you’ve just hallucinated. you’re so stressed from yesterday’s events that you’ve started hearing things. or maybe you’re still asleep in your bed at home. or maybe you’re dead. because there’s no way hao would ever give you his beloved rosin.

“let me just get it out of my case,” he says, bending down to the ground and opening up his very expensive violin case. you walk over to him slowly, partly because you don’t believe him and partly because you’re starting to worry something is terribly wrong with him.

“hao, are... are you feeling okay?” you ask, stepping back into the storage closet and watching as he pulls out a fresh cake of premium rosin. it’s a box-shape with rounded edges and no plastic holder, the golden-brown hardened sap shining beautifully even in the dim light of the storage closet.

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

“i don’t see why you’d give this to me without a price,” you elaborate skeptically. “you don’t like me. you’re actively mean to me actually. it doesn’t make sense that you’d give me something you value without asking for anything in return. i mean, you couldn’t even randomly choose to cover for me during rehearsal without demanding a thank you after.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“we have a deal,” hao affirms with a stupid, perfect smirk. he closes the gap between you, holding out the rosin in his palm. when you try to take it from him, he retracts his hand. “i’ll take the thank you first actually.”

“sure,” you agree, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... i think you could use some rosin.”

“what do you—” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and a sudden draft hits your heat as your panties are shoved to the side beneath your skirt. the air leaves your lungs as long, thin fingers dip through your folds and squeeze something cold and smooth inside of you.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “i think that might help your tone.”

“y-you... did you...” you stammer as you gawk at the boy in front of you. your cheeks are beet red at the violation of your sex. you’re in such shock that all you can whisper is, “you can’t put that in... there.”

“an instrument should be well cared for,” he challenges, sinking to his knees and running his hands up and down your bare thighs. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved a foreign object up you without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he backs you against the wall of storage units exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. you step out of them without a word. he lifts your right leg over his shoulder, bringing your cunt closer to his face as he holds your hips steady.

he licks a stripe starting just above your opening to your clit as if he wants to taste every inch of you. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his fingers grip into your hips. “definitely needs more rosin.”

he dives back in, lapping at your cunt— tongue flicking your bundle of nerves as your arousal builds. you must’ve fallen into an alternate dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips but all of your worries aren’t eased just yet.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, starting to feel a bit dizzy. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects in between sloppy traces of his tongue. “the average internal temperature of a vagina is 37.5 degrees.”

“but—”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao ridicules, biting gently at your clit. you throw your head back at the sensation as he increases the pressure of his tongue against you. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?��

“hao,” you beg, his slander just adding to the pleasure you’re feeling as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. he parts your entrance with his fingers, the cake of rosin slipping out into his palm with a crude, wet smack. you both stare at the golden brown block, still perfectly intact but now dripping in your arousal. he drags it down the inside of your thighs, mesmerized by the trail of glistening honey it leaves on your skin. “mm, coated perfectly now.”

he drops the rosin on the floor next to you, replacing the empty space in your pussy with his ring and middle fingers. you gasp at the stretch, clenching involuntarily around him.

“i think you’re ready to play,” hao decides, curling his fingers up inside of you against your front wall and pressing on your clit with his thumb. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

you do as he says, moaning as the pads of his fingers press into your sweet spot again. with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of his finger-fucking. it’s all too much for you to handle, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

you can barely hold yourself up, clinging to the shelves on either side of you as hao works you through your high. your breathing returning to normal, he looks up at you as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy— lips pink and glistening with your juices.

he removes your right leg from around his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“yeah, sure,” hao replies dismissively. after making such a big deal about a thank you, it figures he’d pretend he never cared in the first place. “clean off that rosin and use it next week or i’ll tell professor ahn you stole it from me.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

he just shrugs, walking over to the door and picking up his violin case. unlocking the door and pushing it open, he takes a few steps out the door before suddenly stopping in his tracks. he turns over his shoulder to look at you. “i almost forgot to ask...”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: hand/oral (reader receiving), throat fucking with fingers (reader receiving), dubcon: hao does not have consent before inserting fingers into reader's mouth, reader is turned on by this, cum play, bullying.

IF YOU WANT TO COVER YOUR ROSIN IN CUM, YOU CAN I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU but from everything i've read in research for this fic, it will ruin it so maybe don't. up to you tho, babe. love you.

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on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black chair, propping your sheet music booklet up onto your music stand. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides your lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

and why did it still feel so good?

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happens during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

it must be some weird, new power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“sure,” you agree with a sigh, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... maybe your bow needs some rosin.”

“you already know it does! what are you even talking—,” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and two long, thin fingers are pushed inside of your mouth.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “a thorough coat to get that perfect sound.”

he cups your jaw with his free hand as he shoves his fingers further into your mouth. you gag slightly as he approaches the back of your throat, your cheeks turning beet red at the violation of your body.

“an instrument should be well cared for,” hao says as he removes his fingers from your lips, unbuttoning your jeans as he guides you to sit down in a black music chair. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved his fingers down your throat without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he sinks down between your legs exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, tugging at them until you finally lift your hips up wordlessly. he discards your underwear next, chuckling sardonically at your continued state of silence.

his lubricated fingers ghost over you, leaving a trail of your own saliva up and down your sex. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his free hand grips your thigh— fingers digging into the soft flesh. “definitely needs more rosin.”

hao pulls your hips closer to him, taking you into his mouth— swirling and sucking at your heat with his tongue. you must’ve fallen into another dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips.

“hao,” you beg, pleasure building as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. “maybe you can even learn something from how i’m playing you. everyone would appreciate that, huh?”

the patronizing insult makes you throb, another whimper falling out of you. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to you, sucking at your most sensitive part with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of hand. it’s all too much for you to handle, your core beginning to spasm.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

hao pulls out the cake of rosin from his back pocket as he works you through your high, bringing it between your legs and covering it in your release. your breathing slowly returning to normal,he runs the sticky rosin down each of your inner thighs.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, both hypnotized and concerned. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects as he coats the rosin in more of your fluids. “your body temperature is 37 degrees.”

“but—.”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao baits, licking up the last remnants of your orgasm for himself. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

his eyes lock with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare up at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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onlyhoons · 5 months

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PLEASE ANYTHING ZHANGHAO PLEASE you don’t understand how much this man has been on my mind and how much i actually need him i’ll settle for literally anything 😞

ofc baby, anything u want :3 i'll give u lil hcs for nowww cuz these have been sitting in my notes app for abt a while now.

hao looooves kisses. by an insane amount even. he trails kisses from your lips all the way down to your core. let alone your neck 💫💫... he is more of a kisses guy than a hickey guy, but not until you get him mad. the wet noises from his lips on your lips turn him on so much, especially when he uses those violin fingers to good use while kissing all over your jawline.

bathtub sex is a must, imagine bouncing up and down his cock as water splashes all around the place. his hair all messy and wet similar to yours. your moans bouncing around the echoey walls. him dragging you out of the bathtub to fuck you on the cold bathroom floor. ^^

handjobs > blowjobs for hao. he wants to kiss u while you jerk him off :( he cant live without your lips, but he goes absolutely insane if you start kissing his cock with your plump lips, makes him wanna grab a handful of your hair and just use you however he likes. the only reason why he prefers handjobs more is only because he knows he cant help himself once his cock is in your mouth. not unless you tell him you like it that way :) he goes all out.

#iswear #z and ; zb1 #z and ; asks #z and ; smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard hours #zb1 smut #zhanghao smut #zhanghao hard hours #hao smut #hao hard hours #zhang hao smut

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munivrse · 9 months

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riding haos face has been stuck in my head. 😭😭 he’d constantly ask if you could ride his face hoping you’d actually do it and when you finally agreed he was so excited.

DUDEEEE YES!!!!

I believe in service dom hao supremacy personally but he never like tests your limits so everytime he's like "sit on my face" you decline and he resorts to getting on his knees instead but good GOD does he want you to just use him. he'll ask at the most random times.

you'd be like sitting on the couch watching tv and suddenly hao just

"do you want to sit on my face today?"

at the grocery store

cooking

brushing your teeth at night

3am, you just had a nightmare and hes trying to console you by telling you to sit on his face LIKE HES OBSESSED.

one day, hao's got you undressed sitting in his lap getting ready to finger you and of course he hits you with

"you wanna sit on my face today?"

"yeah."

"okay its fine baby, you dont have to-"

"hao i said yes."

"😧"

IMMEDIATELY scoots himself down and beckons you over his face and when you look down at him youre like damn... why didnt i do this sooner

cause hao's pupils are blown wide, pretty eyes fluttering up at you. his cheeks are red and you swear up and down it looks like he's about to cry.

"c'mon, sit down."

"i am sitting."

"y/n i said sit. not hover. i want you to sit on my face and use it to get off. please baby, sit."

"im NERVOUS."

"stop being nervous. i dont think i've ever been so fucking turned on in my life please for gods sake's SIT."

and with that he yanked you by your thighs and from there you took charge!

hao is whining and kicking his hips up, looking for some sort of friction.

his head is so cloudy and he cant help but start to cry at the fact that you're using him this way.

his cock is leaking in his fucking pants because you've got such a tight grip in his hair and you're using his mouth and his nose to get off and he cant fucking breathe. he cant think. he just knows he needs to drink you down his throat.

and when you do cum (which happens quickly!) hao grips your waist and keeps you on his face so he can make out with your pussy while he creams his pants.

you climb off of him, overstimulated as fuck, legs shaking and chest hurting with how quickly you were trying to catch your breath.

hao is blissed out on the other side of you, sighing in contentment.

"can we do that again?"

good god. anon your brain is big.

#kpop #kpop smut #zb1 #zb1 smut #zerobaseone #zb1 zhang hao #hao smut #zhang hao smut

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loverickyys · 29 days

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gunhao as your roommates 🫣

Gunhao as your roommates is basically you and Gunwook being puppets to Hao and his neverending ministrations. He is the mastermind behind everything; holding a camera as he guides Gunwook on how to eat you out properly, bunching your hair in a ponytail as he forces you down Gunwook's cock while praising him for being such a good boy or just him warning you both not to cum before his permission. It's just Hao cooing at his two babies about how cute they look trying to fuck each other and finally stepping in to help you both out.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone smut #zhang hao smut #gunwook smut #hao smut #skyasks🪐

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bubbleseo · 9 months

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a thot just occurred to me and i had to share:

ricky and hao threesome where they keep speaking chinese cause you can’t understand it and they want to talk about their plans for you without listening to you whine and beg them not to edge you on their cocks

hao is the meanest of the group and ricky is easily influenced. when hao starts speaking mandarin to ricky, ricky is a little confused bc you can’t understand what they’re saying. he soon catches on when hao tells him the best way to hear you desperate is to edge you on his cock. the whole time you’re looking up at them with puppy dog eyes bc you know they’re planning something. your suspicions are confirmed when you warn hao you’re about to cum and he just stops moving. kicking and throwing a fit, ricky has to grab a fistful of hair to get you to stop being a brat. he looks up at hao and speaks once again in chinese saying he thinks you don’t deserve to cum anytime soon from the way you reacted. hao nods his head and starts moving again, edging you until he’s tired and has ricky take his place. the entire time they’re talking to each other about how many more times they think you deserve to be edged for being a brat

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #ricky smut #zhang hao smut #zhanghao smut #hao smut

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thotsofintrusion · 6 months

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sitting on zhang hao's pretty face hhh, i'd imagine he'd be way to excited about it and unintentionally overstim you multiple times cuz he just can't stop, not when you're making those pretty noises 😵‍💫

uuuugh he gets so lost in you!!!!

when you first mount him you’re just hovering over him and he gets so frustrated that he just wraps his arms around your hips and holds you down. loves being able to look up at you from underneath you and see your pretty tits rise and fall with your breaths. reaches up and squishes your tits together just to hear you gasp. pulls on your nipples to get you to moan louder and throw your head back for him. when he wants to see your eyes, hao grabs your throat and shakes you back and forth to get your head to fall forward towards him. looks to watch your expressions as he tries different things with his tongue.

as he builds you up to your first orgasm, he grips your hips and moves you back and forth on his tongue to add to your stimulation. could spend the rest of his life between your legs if it meant he got to hear your moans. can’t stop himself when you cum. you taste and sound so good that he can’t help but go for another. and another. and another. you might just pass out before he stops.

#ken’s thots #zerobaseone #zerobaseone zhang hao #zerobaseone hao #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #zb1 hao #zb1 #zhang hao #zhang hao smut #hao smut #hao

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rickittys · 5 months

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okay iri, guess what

hao is that type to tease you by rubbing his cock on your clit (angel gave me the link via my ask box and i've responded to it, i'll send it to you in the next ask)

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holy. my face id inFIRE JESUS FUCK ANGEL WHEN I GET U

hao is deeeeefinitely into edging, not just you but also himself! messy slow kisses in the morning rolling around in the sheets turned into grinding is the best way his day could ever start. eventually, you both get too impatient with your soaked pjs rubbing against each other and whine and shudder together as hao begins to rub his angry red aching tip through your folds. while on your back, you look down to see sticky strings of your arousal splaying around your boyfriend’s dick while he panted and moaned above you. your chests heaved as your hips jerked to hold off another orgasm, rolling against hao. he throws his head back, releasing a beautifully loud and broken groan, his plump lips bitten red.

“h-hah, can’t take this much longer,” hao whined. “need to be inside you so bad.” his pleading eyes met yours, watching his bare shoulders shake, the ridges along his stomach tighten.

not missing a beat, you wrapped your thighs around him, making him fall forward against you. you panted as you felt the weight of his burning member against you, so so close to where you needed him.

pressing your hands into his back, you quietly asked, “then why wait?”

#🌫️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖#💌 ⊹ ࣪ ˖#fei ⊹ ࣪ ˖#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #hao smut #zhang hao smut #zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours

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melobin · 8 months

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just got my nails done and they’re in bloom inspired :3 which member do you think would be most excited to see their s/o’s new nails when they jerk them off🫢

they sound so cute !!

✧ Hanbin

after speaking a little with @taeraeful we concluded hanbin would be the most excited, going as far as being the one to offer to pay for your nails for you and even picking out the style and colour. if you were going alone then he’d offer to go with you, happily sitting next to you and watching the process with a sweet little smile on his face, the smile would hide the menacing thoughts he’d have about having your hand wrapped around his cock later that night. this is a kink of his you’d quickly discover when you’d be making out on your bed and you’d feel him shiver when you drag your nails across his stomach, your awareness increases more when your hand wraps around his cock and he breaks the kiss to whine a little and look down at your hand. it’d only be a matter of seconds before he’d begin breathing heavily and sigh out “your hand looks so pretty”. he’d be so mesmerised by way your nails look, he’d probably end up cumming harder during the times you have nails on because of it.

a bonus is he already loves the way your nails feels digging in to the skin of his back so with your new nails he’s in heaven at the way they feel against his back and because of that he ends up fucking your harder, it’s a win for both of you.

✧ hao

another who i think would like it is hao, more specifically the more submissive side of hao. he’s sweet, whiny and just can’t sit still, finds his eyes fixated on your hand as you rake your nails down the side of his cock, poor thing ends up sweating by the time you’re finished with him. he gets overwhelmed easily so watching it happen with your pretty nails on just increases his sensitivity immensely, praise him and taunt him with your words and he’ll cum faster than ever. after the first time this happens he’s eager for you to get your nails done again, even going as far to suggest colours and patterns for you to do.

#zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #hanbin smut #Hao smut #sung hanbin smut #zhang hao smut #✧ melody answers #✧ hard hours ✧#✧ anon

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i2sunric · 8 months

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zb1 tits ass or thighs preference?

hi anon! that’s my speciality hehe

JIWOONG

my man definitely has both a tits and ass preference, while you’re riding him or humping he’d squeeze your ass with one hand and your tits with another, sucking the life out of them as if milk would come out.

HANBIN

i honestly think hanbin would be a thighs lover, secretly. he’d always hold your thighs when he’s eating you out, squeezing them and kissing the inner part, near your pussy. he’d also leave some hickeys, somewhere only he and you can see.

HAO

my boy hao has an ass preference, just because he doesn’t really like touching your tits, afraid he’d hurt you or smth. rather, he would spank your ass, calling you a bratty while giving you a punishment, he knows you love it when he spanks or squeeze your butt cheeks until they turn red with his fingers shape on it.

MATTHEW

matthew has a preference for everything? he loves every part of you and can’t choose, that’s why he always make sure to make you feel like you’re in heaven. he would first squeeze your tits, sucking them until they become hard and red and almost making you have an orgasm just by nipple stimulation; he’d then spank your ass as he fucks you from behind and also leave small kisses on your thighs, knowing it sends you shivers. matthew worships you fr.

TAERAE

ok i think we all read that taedros smut and are now obsessed with taerae pussies eater, and when i say he has a thighs preference i don’t accept contradictions (/j). he loves your thighs so much he would get turned on just at their mere sight. he loves to squeeze them, kiss them and let his fingers run through your thighs as he’s eating you out like a starved man.

RICKY

i’ll never shut up about ricky being a tits lover, especially when you’re jerking him off with them. he loves how they bounce when he’s fucking you so hard you almost can’t have a sensed thought. he squeezes them whenever he can, even if you’re outside he’d randomly touch one of your tits, loving how you get angry at him.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #sung hanbin smut #matthew smut #jiwoong smut #hao smut #zhang hao smut #ricky smut #taerae smut

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wincumdump · 3 months

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#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #hao smut #zhang hao smut #zhanghao smut

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 1 month

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bully⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the endings

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. click here for game day (group) chapter.

⋆˙⟡ wc: member endings are ~1k each, group endings are less than 500 words each! (in total: ~5k)

⋆˙⟡ reader: no pronouns used for reader at all in any of the endings :)

⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated.

⋆˙⟡ endings summary: choose your own ending! jiwoong, hao, matthew, hanbin, taerae, group (quasi-poly), and group (revenge) are all included. most are angst/fluff and some are suggestive.

⋆˙⟡ warnings: there is no smut in these endings, but they allude to smut that happened previously or suggest smut that would follow these endings. please, minors dni still with this post! member endings are all happy (with angst). revenge ending is also happy, depending on what makes you happy! lol.

I'M SO SAD IT'S OVER. writing the bully series was so much fun! thank you to the anon who suggested it in the first place a couple months ago and for everyone who has given positive feedback/input! i appreciate it so much. these endings are all crafted with so much love! let me know which one you love most. maybe i'll put a poll at the bottom lol. ily, catch you in the next series!!

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jiwoong 🎭

“so i’ll hand out these scripts and we’ll get started right away,” professor lee announces, walking around the room and handing out scripts for everyone’s assigned scenes. mina sits next to you as usual, except this week she’s staring daggers at jiwoong from across the room. you guess it beats her making googly eyes at him.

mina had called you last night to rant again about how much of a jerk “jiwoong-sshi” is. note the absence of the word “oppa”. you were sorry that he’d stood her up, but you knew what kind of a person he could be long before last week.

and she unfortunately didn’t seem to care how much of a jerk jiwoong was when you were the one bearing the brunt of it.

but you don’t want to dwell on it. you’d just fucked him and four of his friends in the campus activities lounge and had no plans to tell her. she’d asked you how the “revenge” went, but you’d kept it all pretty vague. mina was no prude, but she might have the urge to gossip a bit with news as insane as that. you wouldn’t blame her if she did.

still, you didn’t regret what you did saturday. not even a little bit. in fact, it made you feel kind of proud every time you thought about it.

you spend all of class working on a scene with mina in which you play a really outrageous set of characters trying to escape arrest. it’s a role that you’ve never opted to take before— one that requires you to be bold, funny, and brave.

professor lee praises you after you present it at the end of class. “excellent work. what’s gotten into you, (y/n)-sshi? whatever it is, let’s keep peeling back that shell!”

you smile with pride, eyes scanning the rest of the room until they happen to land on kim jiwoong.

he’s smiling, too.

when class ends, you pick your bag up off the floor and toss in your marked-up script. you’d normally throw it in the recycling bin, but you want to keep it this time. as a reminder of what you’re capable of when you’re sure of yourself.

mina giggles as you walk out the door together and into the hallway. “i’m surprised, but you really pulled that off!”

“i’m not.”

both of your heads whip around to find kim jiwoong leaning against the wall behind you.

“you just needed some... encouragement,” he says with a smirk, but there’s a noticeable warmth in his eyes.

“and what exactly do you need in order to be able to show up to a commitment you made?” mina asks with a scowl. your eyes narrow at him, too.

“listen, i–... i’m really sorry, mina,” he responds sincerely. the fact that he even got her name right has you stifling a gasp— let alone the apology that prefaced it. “i shouldn’t’ve stood you up. that was mean. so i’m sorry.”

mina sucks in her cheek, looking at the ceiling as she considers his sentiment.

“but i actually have something else to apologize for, too,” he adds quickly, gaze moving back and forth between the both of you. “i... i wasn’t really interested in you in the first place. i was—... i used you. to get a reaction out of the person i’m actually interested in.”

his eyes meet yours. your lips part in shock at his sudden confession. you stare at him for a long moment, unspeaking until—

“AREYOUKIDDINGMEYOUABSOLUTEDICKOFAHUMANBEINGYOULIETOANDSTANDUPMYFRIENDANDLEAVEHERINFUCKINGTURMOILOVERYOUANDTHEN—.”

you glance over at mina, expecting to see tears running down her face but instead...

she’s grinning. from ear to ear. and not in a joker sort of way— just genuine happiness.

“i knew it,” she says, clasping her hands together in front of her face and jumping excitedly. “i KNEW it! i knew you both liked each other!”

“you—... what!?” you exclaim, eyes bugging at this bizarre turn of events. “what do you mean, ‘you knew we liked each other’!?”

“i’m also confused,” jiwoong says with a frown. “considering i didn’t really know until, like, yesterday.”

“well, i knew you were going to like each other. eventually,” she says with a nod. “you know, shy, quiet person and arrogant, attractive person trope. it’s destiny!”

“if you really thought that, then why did you wanna go out with him so bad?” you ask through furrowed brow.

“‘cause he’s hot. duh,” she says, shaking her head with a smile as if your question was very silly. “can you blame me for wanting a taste first?”

“well, if it’s just a taste we’re talking about—,” jiwoong starts to offer with a smirk.

“one more word and the only thing you’ll be tasting is—” you interject, balling your hand into a fist.

“aw, first lovers’ spat! i’ll leave you guys to it,” mina says quickly before sprinting off down the now-empty hall.

you look down at your shoes awkwardly. “i have nothing else to say to you.”

“then, you won’t mind if i talk?” jiwoong asks, not waiting for a response to continue. “when hanbin made me start bullying you last year, i honestly didn’t want to. you were pathetic enough already without my help.”

“gee, thanks,” you reply with with a frown.

“but then i sort of started to have fun with it. the way you reacted was absolutely intoxicating. you made it all so rewarding— coming up with a new plan to drive you crazy every day,” he explains. “then last week, when we started that competition, i found a whole new way to drive you crazy. and i liked it a lot more.”

“this is the most convoluted apology i’ve ever received,” you remark with a sigh.

“after saturday, seeing you like that... you were far from pathetic. and it made me proud. i think, somewhere along the way, i just became really fond of you,” jiwoong confesses, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “and i also desperately want to buy you better clothes.”

“okay, i’m leaving now,” you announce, turning on your heel.

“what a coincidence. me too,” jiwoong says, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours as he starts to drag you with him down the hall. “you’re hungry, right?”

you start to protest, but as you look at his handsome side profile— dark hair covering the tips of his ears— you realize you are, in fact... hungry.

“starving,” you answer.

he stops walking to look at you, eyes widening with surprise. “yeah? what would you like to eat then?”

staring at his lips, you can’t help but lick your own. “mina’s right, y’know.”

jiwoong’s head tilts, the corner of his lip upturning slowly as he registers your expression. “is she?”

“mhm,” you answer, pressing your lips to his. he responds quickly: soft, lazy, and stupidly addictive. you can’t believe you let him get away last week without kissing you. you could give him just one chance, couldn’t you? “but what she doesn’t know...”

he attaches your lips again, free hand cupping your jaw.

“is that one taste of you...”

jiwoong inhales sharply as you gently bite his bottom lip.

“just isn’t enough.”

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hao 🎻

you rush into orchestra on tuesday, already five minutes late. unfortunately, your regular bus never showed at the stop. and then your back-up bus also never showed. which means you had to walk all the way to campus when you hadn’t planned to— your violin case in tow.

rehearsal having started already, you make a beeline for your seat and frantically open your violin case. luckily you’d warmed up your instrument before you’d left your house this week and your bow is ready to play when it hits the violin strings.

or, it would be, if you didn’t just realize you forgot your sheet music.

“oh, for fucks sake,” you mumble, looking up at the sky and begging for the sweet release of death in this tragically embarrassing moment.

a soft creaking noise draws your attention to your left, where you find hao’s music stand is suddenly angled in your direction.

he doesn’t say anything or look at you. he just keeps playing. and so you follow the first chair’s lead.

rehearsal goes surprisingly well. you’re sure you managed to correct all of your mistakes from last week after being able to put more rosin on your bow.

“third and fourth chair are falling behind the tempo,” hao replies when professor ahn asks him for notes about the performance. your eyes widen when he names a violinist other than yourself that needs correcting. “it makes it harder for first and second chair to successfully introduce and complete the next movement.”

first and second chair? hao was voluntarily grouping you together?

professor ahn seems as surprised as you. she nods, writing down her own notes in the binder on her music stand. she waves her hand, dismissing the orchestra for the day. you clean your violin, getting it ready to be put back in its case as your classmates begin to file out of the orchestra room.

“(y/n)-sshi,” professor ahn calls suddenly from the doorway. your heart drops to your stomach at the mention of your name. “you actually played quite well today. i’ll assume it’s because you had the help of the concertmaster’s annotations. don’t be late again.”

you nod quickly, bowing your head respectfully to her. “thank you, professor-nim. i’ll play even better next time.”

you’re left alone with hao as usual, both cleaning your violins with the utmost care. when you finish, you place your instrument in its case before fishing around in the side pocket and pulling out something small.

hao locks his violin case, placing it sideways at his feet. finally, he looks at you.

you hold out the cake of rosin that he’d given you last week and told you to bring to your next rehearsal. you’d be remiss to notice that even though you didn’t show him until after class, he never told professor ahn that you’d stolen it like he threatened.

hao examines the rosin, completely ruined from what you’d both done with it. there was no cleaning it and you couldn’t use it if you tried.

you expect to catch some attitude, but, to your surprise, he smiles. “guess it couldn’t be salvaged, huh?”

“guess not,” you agree with a shrug. “at least you got some use out of it.”

“mm,” he hums after a moment before reaching down and reopening his violin case delicately. his hand disappears into one of the side pockets and pulls out a fresh cake of his premium rosin.

and then he hands it to you.

you stare at it in your palm, wide-eyed. “w-what are you—”

“you’re a pretty decent violinist,” hao says matter-of-factly. “sometimes— not often— but sometimes i feel like you have the potential to be almost as good as me. but you’ll never reach it if you don’t start using higher quality products to care for your instrument.”

“oh,” you reply, brow furrowing as he locks up his violin again. “so you’ve decided to take pity on me now?”

he smirks. “something like that.”

“i guess it’s better than pure hatred,” you respond, rolling your eyes as you tuck the box of rosin into your own violin case.

“i never hated you,” hao says with a frown. you sit back up, lips parting as your eyes meet his. “i didn’t particularly like you, but i only told professor ahn about the mistakes you were making because they were careless. you always came in the next week with those same mistakes completely perfected.”

“so you were motivating me through public shame?” you clarify, one brow piqued in disbelief.

“doing whatever it takes to improve the sound of the orchestra is what sets a great concertmaster apart from a mediocre one,” he explains, deciding to paint himself as a misunderstood martyr.

“oh, i’m sure it was so difficult for you to step up and take one from the team,” you mock, a laugh escaping you at hao’s audacity. “do you hear what you’re saying? you’re so fucking full of yourself. who gave you the right to play god and—?”

hao leans in, connecting his lips to yours mid-rant. your breath hitches in disbelief as he pulls back.

“would you be mad if i said i wanna get to know you better?” he asks, hand resting on your thigh.

you look down at his long fingers on your soft skin. “furious,” is what you answer.

he presses his lips together in a hopeless smile. “i’ll take it that means you don’t feel the same way then.”

“you always think you know everything about everything,” you huff, grabbing his hand in yours and bringing it further up your thigh. “but you don’t. so i guess you will have to get to know me better if you wanna keep being an insufferable know-it-all.”

as soon as a smile appears on hao’s face, it’s replaced by the cutest frown. “i’m sad now.”

“why?” you ask, not sure how your answer could’ve possibly made him sad when it was the one he wanted.

“i took for granted how absolutely fucking adorable you are when you’re angry,” he whines, a disheartened little pout on his pretty lips. “kind of makes me wish i could keep making you angry from time to time.”

you blink at him, looking around awkwardly as a reluctant smile grows on your face. “i mean—... i guess i’d have to worry about my playing skills suffering if you stop completely. that wouldn’t be very responsible of concertmaster-nim.”

“no, it wouldn’t,” he replies, biting his lip in a smirk. you’re fully aware of what this title does to him. “so what should i do to keep you playing well?”

you look up at the ceiling, considering your options. “maybe you could see what other things in the music room fit up my—” “that’s depraved,” hao scolds, shaking his head at you in shock before a grin peeks through. “are you free right now?”

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matthew 💪

with three weeks left of your soccer unit in phys. ed, you braced for an awkward class on wednesday. as you wait outside in the warm, spring breeze with your classmates, you waited anxiously for matthew to show up.

he doesn’t.

coach yang blows his whistle, signaling for you to form a straight line in front of him. luckily one of your classmates asks the question for you.

“coach-nim! where’s matthew hyung?” the younger boy asks in front of you. “we wanted to talk to him about the game.”

“ah, matthew-sshi is on a strict regimen of weight-training and cardio until the championship,” coach yang answers with a sigh. a little quieter, he adds, “and maybe that’ll teach him to stay in line.”

maybe, you think. maybe not.

it’s a surprisingly pleasant p.e. class. your classmates are respectful, giving you as much grace during the game as possible. your sunbaenim from your calc class even pushes you behind him when a ball comes a bit too quickly towards your face.

“thanks,” you say with a smile.

he smiles back. “don’t mention it.”

this class sure was different when someone wasn’t trying to kill you the whole time. that being said, you’re pretty disappointed that matthew isn’t here. you can’t help but wonder how he would’ve treated you today after saturday night.

when class is over, coach yang hands you a hose, some rags and a ball trolley. he still can’t look you in the eye after what happened. “here’s your supplies. shouldn’t take you more than an hour.”

you nod ashamedly, getting to work right away.

“and a word of advice,” coach yang adds over his shoulder. “don’t be afraid to put him in his place from time to time. you played well today without him. it’s nice to see you have some more confidence, (y/n)-sshi. good luck.”

the last thing you were expecting today was a pep talk from coach yang. you walk over to the right side of the field and pick up a muddy, grass-stained ball and bring it over to the hose. washing it thoroughly and buffing any stains with a rag, you drop it into the ball trolley and make your way to the back of the field to retrieve a couple more.

you grab one from behind the goal, turning around to fetch the other one. but as you do, you come face to face with matthew— tossing the ball gently back and forth between his hands.

“hi,” he greets shyly.

your lips press together in an awkward smile. “hi.”

he doesn’t say anything else for a moment, so you brush past him— bringing your ball back to the hose. he follows behind you quietly, placing his soccer ball on the ground beside yours. you pick up the hose and douse them both in the cold water. matthew picks up a rag and kneels down on the ground next to you, buffing the soccer ball you’d brought over.

you pick up the one he brought over, doing the same. “that one was mine.”

his eyes widen, holding out the ball to you wordlessly in an attempt to give it back.

you can’t help but laugh. “i was just kidding.”

“right,” he replies with a nod, returning to cleaning the ball. “sorry.”

you raise one eyebrow at him quizzically. “are you okay?”

“hm?” he asks before nodding quickly. “oh, yeah. i’m fine.”

“are you sure?” you question further. “because this is my punishment and you’re helping me when you should be getting ready for practice.”

matthew shrugs. “it was my fault.”

“it absolutely was,” you agree, tossing your soccer ball into the trolley. “and you got away with it scot-free.”

suddenly, matthew’s hand reaches toward your forehead— thumb brushing over the tiny scar from where the ball he kicked had scraped your skin. “i shouldn’t have.”

well this is... new. matthew taking accountability for his actions? you never thought you’d see the day.

“i—... um...” he stutters, starting to pick at the grass in front of him. “i think i should probably be punished. for that. and for a lot of things.”

oh.

so he’d really liked it.

“oh. should i tell coach yang to—,” you play dumb, starting to stand up like you’re about to march right into his office yourself.

“NO! ... no. no,” matthew grabs your hand, keeping you seated next to him. he bites his lip, clearly embarrassed by what he’s about to say. “want you to do it.”

“huh,” you reply with frown. “i thought you didn’t really prefer people who were tainted.”

“you aren’t tainted,” he says, shaking his head. “that—... that was really immature of me to say. and gross. and i’m... i’m sorry.”

you look at him for a long moment, studying his eyes to see if he’s being genuine or not. there’s no obvious signs of lying. he’s very nervous, but it’s not because he’s being untruthful. maybe it’s because he finally is.

“and i can also assume that you said sorry to the waterboy?” you ask, pressing your lips together in an attempt to not laugh at his panicked expression. “and that defense player on the other team? actually, you should probably just draft a mass apology and send it to every university team you’ve ever played against. it would save some time.”

matthew nods sullenly. “yeah. i can do that.”

you have to admit, you like matthew quite a bit when he’s like this. he’s agreeable, apologetic, and distressingly adorable.

“i appreciate your willingness to cooperate,” you reply, patting him on the shoulder gently. “i think... maybe... we could make this work.”

matthew’s eyes light up at this. “really? you’d wanna keep doing... this?”

you smile. “yeah. it doesn’t sound so bad, now that you’re being nice to me.”

matthew smiles with embarrassment, avoiding your gaze. “i guess i should’ve tried this approach last year. but i—... have you ever heard of alpha male podcasts?”

“matthew,” you groan, palm flying to your forehead in disbelief. “you’re gonna unsubscribe from every single one of those, okay?”

he nods frantically. “of course. they didn’t get me anything anyway, except a light ‘roid addiction.”

“do not tell anyone that, oh my god,” you reprimand, hitting his thigh. “you’re also gonna throw all of that out immediately.

“ah, it was so expensive though,” he winces, tilting his head as he weighs the consequences. “can’t i sell them instead?”

“JUST GET RID OF—,” you shout, cutting yourself off when matthew suddenly leans over and kisses your cheek.

he grins. “you’re so beautiful when you’re disappointed in me.”

“you’re—... you—...” you stutter until matthew leans in again, pressing his lips to yours this time. he pulls back, leaving your brain hazy. “please don’t be so mean to me again.”

he shakes his head decisively. “i won’t. i promise.”

you smile, stomach fluttering as he beams at you.

“but, like... you’re okay with being mean to me sometimes, right?” matthew asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“oh, absolutely,” you answer with a nod. “i’ll start now.”

he laughs passively, obviously interpreting this as a joke. “sure, sure.”

you stand up, hovering your foot over his crotch. “finish cleaning these soccer balls. now.”

matthew’s eyes widen with fear, hopping to his feet immediately, bowing his head to you, and sprinting off to the end of the field to complete his task.

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hanbin 📝

“hanbin-ah!” you shout, running down the dimly-lit, empty hallway. how far could he have made it in the few minutes since he’d stormed out of the activities lounge without so much as a word.

“hanbin-ah...”

a banging down the hallway to your right seems to signal his location. you turn down it, running until you reach the end and a long hall of public lockers unfolds before you. to your left is a very distraught hanbin, clanging his locker door about as he holds a small book in his hands.

the floor is littered with torn up pieces of paper, that seem to be coming from the book he’s holding.

“FUCK,” he yells, ripping out another page from the book and crumpling it up— tossing it onto the ground, where it lands at your feet.

you bend down and pick it up, carefully unfolding it and reading what’s written:

what the fuck does (y/n) see in junseo hyung-nim? i thought that poem was for me. could (y/n) really choose him over me? is he better than me? i don’t understand. what did i do wrong?

it’s a diary entry— your name, mentioned twice. the confession contained in it sends a chill down your spine. hanbin had posted your poem about junseo sunbaenim out of spite.

out of jealousy?

you pick up another crumpled paper and unfold it, reading:

i just hung up all the copies of the poem around campus. i got the other guys in on it, too. maybe this’ll teach you not to take people for granted. maybe it’ll keep you thinking about me.

hanbin throws his empty journal across the hallway, sitting down on the ground with his back against a locker as he runs a hand through his hair in distress.

you walk over to him cautiously, standing in front of him and waiting until he looks up at you. you hold out the pieces of paper from his journal and drop them on his lap. “so you decided to ruin my life because you couldn’t have me?”

hanbin reads the writing on the crumpled papers, tears suddenly spilling over and streaming down his cheeks. he wipes them away as quickly as they come. his chin dimples up with sadness. it reminds you of something...

you look in his locker, finding his messenger bag and opening the flap. you dig around gently until your hand wraps around it.

you sit down next to hanbin, back against a locker as you place the little, plush hamster in his lap. he stares at it for a long moment before finally picking it up in his hand and giving it a gentle squish. a tear falls onto the hamster’s nose.

“you found this the other day?” he says, rubbing the back of his hand across his cheeks again.

you nod. “he’s cute.”

hanbin smiles. “i was hoping you’d think that.”

“what do you mean?” you ask, a confused pout forming on your lips.

“i was hoping you’d think he was cute,” he says, running his thumb over the hamster’s fur, “when i bought it for you.”

“what?”

“on the class trip to the national library last year,” he continues. “we sat next to each other on the bus and you pulled three plushies out of your bag like it was the most normal thing ever. and you told me all their names and what they wanted to be when they grew up.”

“hanbin-ah...”

“and we took those polaroids of each other outside on the grass. and ate kimbap at the picnic table in the garden. and ran around together finding the weirdest books we could. and then, in the giftshop, they had a bunch of cute plushies themed off of children’s books and...” hanbin rambles wistfully. “and i bought this one for you while you weren’t looking.”

“hanbinnie, i’m so sorry,” you interject truthfully. you see the full picture now and you never had before. “i shouldn’t’ve been so oblivious as to make you feel like i was leading you on, but i was. and i never should’ve told you about that poem in the first place. i’m sorry.”

he blinks back at you before shaking his head adamantly. “it’s— it’s not your fault.”

“but i hurt your feelings,” you assert, meeting his gaze. “and i never wanted to do that. you were my first friend i made at university. actually, you’re the only friend i’ve made at university. how pathetic is that?”

he shakes his head again, brow furrowing sadly. “it’s not. it’s—... it’s my fucking fault that that happened. it’s... it’s all my fault.”

“hanbinnie, it’s—... it’s okay, you—,” you try to alleviate his burden, like the moral person you are.

“no, don’t do that. don’t say it’s okay, because it’s not,” hanbin asserts, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm. “i made you share something you didn’t want to. and i betrayed your trust. and i—... fucking—... all because i couldn’t handle my own emotions?”

you chew your cheek nervously. “listen, it’s okay—.”

“you’re the nicest person on the fucking planet if you can sit here and say that’s okay,” he says, a sad laugh escaping him. “i don’t deserve your forgiveness, but... i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to fully express to you how sorry i am.”

you don’t respond, stunned by hanbin’s genuine apology.

“i could try, though, if you want me to,” he blathers on anxiously. “i could write a hundred thousand words worth of apologies and you could rip them all up and make me start again and—.”

“he looks like you,” you interject suddenly.

he frowns. “hm?”

“the hamster,” you clarify, holding out your hand. eyes wide, hanbin places the hamster in your palm. “he looks a lot like you.”

hanbin doesn’t say anything, his eyes trained on the side of your face as you squish the little plush.

“it’s funny, actually,” you hold the hamster up for him to see. “looking at this hamster and trying to be mad at him is a lot like how it feels when i look at you.”

eyes still wide, hanbin’s bottom lip finds its way between his teeth— not sure how to answer to your overwhelming mercy.

“you’re right. that wasn’t okay,” you say as you bring the hamster to your lips, giggling after you give him a little peck. “but this is okay.”

“this?” he repeats.

“doesn’t this feel pretty nice?” you pose, eyes locking with his. “us getting along?”

hanbin nods slowly. “yeah. it does.”

“what do you say we continue this?” you ask with a smile. “indefinitely.”

“i—...” he stutters as a smile grows on his lips as well. “i’d really like that.”

“me too,” you agree, eyes abruptly narrowing. “but it’ll cost you.”

his brow raises, swallowing hard at your words. “absolutely. anything. name your price.”

you hold up the hamster to the side of your face, doing your best to mimic his little expression. “i want him.”

if hanbin’s eyes could turn to cartoon love hearts, they would. but because he’s a human person, his pupils simply dilate. “you—... i—... he’s yours. he was always yours.”

you grin, giving the hamster a hug. “thanks.”

“thank you,” he says, still reeling from your cuteness. “i’ll miss him, but he’s where he belongs now.”

“maybe you can visit him sometimes,” you offer, biting your lip shyly. “you’re clearly his biological father, after all. i’m sure your presence in his life is nothing less than enriching.”

he laughs. “some father i am. i didn’t even manage to give him a name.”

you smile. “he has a name.”

hanbin tilts his head curiously. “he does?”

you nod. “his name is binnie. jr.”

his cheeks turn red at this suggestion. “really? you want to name him after me?”

you don’t answer. instead, you ask softly, “hanbinnie?”

“yeah?” he replies eagerly.

“do you...” you start, finding the confidence to finish your question. “do you still like me?”

hanbin’s breath hitches in his throat. “um...”

“it’s okay if you don’t,” you assure with a sigh. “i just... a year ago, i didn’t even know someone like you would be interested in me. you’re so handsome. and smart. and the soccer team’s star player. i never even considered the possibility that you felt that way about me. but now, i—... i have more confidence. maybe you accidentally gave it to me, but i have it nonetheless.”

he looks at you intently, waiting for you to continue.

“and i think i realized that... i want you to like me,” you confess. “i wanted you to like me the whole time. i just didn’t want to admit it because i was afraid it was too much to ask for. and i—.”

“(y/n),” hanbin interjects with the fondest smile imaginable. “i like you so much i think my chest might explode.”

you can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face. neither can he. hanbin brings his hand to cup your jaw, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

“oh and i’m sorry i fucked all your friends right in front of your face,” you say, pulling back momentarily.

hanbin laughs, shrugging it off. “i totally deserved it. and... it was pretty hot.”

“keep kissing me,” you request with a smile.

“don’t have to tell me twice.”

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taerae 🎤

after a completely bizarre session of portraits and quotes for the campus newspaper, the boys all awkwardly grab their things and head out the door. as you place your clipboard and pen on the activities director’s desk, you see a familiar backpack shoved behind a chair. you forgot you’d stashed taerae’s bag and phone in here when he didn’t come back for it on friday.

you walk over to it, picking it up off of the floor and slinging it over your shoulder. you shut off the lights, walking down the hallway until you spot your former best friend— sitting alone on the entrance steps to kang hall in the spring night air.

you plop yourself down next to him, placing his bag on the step in front of him. he turns to you, eyes red and watery.

“oh, tae,” you whisper, head falling instinctively to his shoulder.

“why’re you comforting me?” he asks with a sniffle. “you should be punching me in the face or something.”

“would you prefer it?” you joke, trying to get him to smile. “because i can absolutely just—.”

“this is good,” he says with a breathy laugh.

“good,” you affirm, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “i love you.”

“(y/n),” taerae seems to plead. “i can’t—.”

“i love you,” you repeat. “and i miss you so much.”

“i—...” he stumbles verbally, but grabs your hand in his. “i—.”

“when did you lose your virginity?” you ask, tilting your head curiously.

he gulps. “uh... a couple years ago.”

“and you didn’t tell me?” you question, a little hurt that he’d kept this big news a secret from you even when you were still friends. “to who?”

taerae shakes his head anxiously. “it’s not that important.”

“oh, come on,” you urge, squeezing his hand. “i told you i lost mine to sungchan oppa during that pool party at mina’s dad’s house.”

he flinches at this. “i remember.”

“it was that same pool party where you threw up in the pool,” you say with a smirk. “an eventful night for both of us.”

“mhm,” taerae mumbles shortly. he was definitely growing more bothered with each mention of that party.

“and to think, a couple of years later we’d do what we just did,” you muse in an attempt to dig something more out of him. “we’ve come so far from you throwing up in the pool at the thought of kissing me.”

“i never said that!” taerae exclaims with frustration. “you said that. and i just... went with it.”

you shake your head, brow furrowing confusedly. “then why did you throw up?”

“because—... because i was nervous,” he says softly. “i was so nervous to kiss you that i threw up in mina’s dad’s pool and then i was so embarrassed that i couldn’t even open my mouth to deny that i was disgusted by the thought of kissing you.”

you blink at him in shock. “did—... did you have feelings for me?”

after a long moment, he nods. but there’s more tension lingering under the surface. you know there’s more that needs to be said.

“i really liked you,” taerae confesses softly. “i never wanted to weird you out or anything, but i just liked you from the first day i met you. i loved being your friend, but i just couldn’t help it. when you told me at that party that you’d hooked up with sungchan hyung... i just got so jealous. i thought i could be cool about it, but i was drunk and...”

your eyes are wide, clinging onto his every word.

“and i hooked up with someone, too,” he admits with a pained expression. “i thought it might be the only way to make you jealous back, so i—... i—...”

you hold your breath.

“i hooked up with mina!” he exclaims quickly, looking down at his lap in shame.

“YOU WHAT!?” you scream, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look you in the eyes. “that’s not fucking funny!”

“i know it’s not,” he replies despairingly. “i regretted it instantly afterwards. no— while it was happening. i was so disgusted with myself. i hated lying to you, but i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth. i thought i wouldn’t have to until last year, when hanbin hyung came up to me in the hallway after class.”

your brow furrows at the mention of hanbin’s name.

“he said he knew what i’d done with mina. apparently he had a few friends that went to the party,” he explains sadly. “and that if i didn’t do exactly what he told me to, that he’d tell you what i did and he’d make things even worse for you. i just couldn’t let either of those things happen.”

“how—... how did you even manage to bag mina?” you ask in a daze.

“well, i mean,” taerae grimaces. “it’s mina.”

“she’s a total slut,” you nod, catching on immediately. “more power to her.”

“the most power to her,” taerae agrees quickly.

“why didn’t she tell me?” you wonder.

“oh, that one’s easy,” taerae answers with a shrug. “she said she’d rather die than let anyone know we slept together.”

“that sounds like mina,” you affirm. so the truth was out. it’s hard to wrap your head around everything all at once, but you were definitely relieved that taerae didn’t actually hate you. he was just an idiot.

“i’m so sorry, (y/n),” he apologizes genuinely. “for everything.”

you sigh heavily. “i’m sorry, too.”

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “what do you mean? you don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“i’m sorry i bragged to you about losing my virginity. i could’ve been more sensitive with that information,” you reply. “and i’m sorry that i said you threw up in the pool, because you didn’t want to kiss me and never asked you what the truth was. i could’ve been more considerate of my best friend.”

“i love you,” taerae says abruptly. “being without you this year was literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you nod in affirmation. “let’s never do it again.”

“never,” he agrees with a wide, dimpled grin. that smile you missed so much. you watch it fade naturally, replaced by a fond gaze. but you desperately want to see it again.

so you do the only thing that you can.

you kiss him.

he pulls back after a moment, that perfect grin shining back at you. it’s enough to light up the night sky.

“i know i was using the past tense before, but,” taerae says, biting his lip. “i still really like you.”

you smile, pulling him back in to meet your lips again. “prove it.”

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group (poly) 🥵

you look around the room, every boy avoiding eye contact with you in an attempt to quell the awkward tension. it feels amazing. exactly how you were hoping it would.

"so, uh," jiwoong starts, scratching the back of his neck. "are we gonna do those interviews now?"

you shrug. "you can just text me a quote, if you want. probably easier actually."

they all agree nonverbally, the uncomfortable haze still lingering in the air.

"you can also text me about when you'll be free again," you add, the boys heads turning rapidly to look at you.

"uh... which one of us?" matthew asks with a frown.

you shrug. “whoever’s down.”

“you—… you wanna do this again?” hao asks, lips parted in shock.

“why not?” you answer honestly. “i had fun. but if you’re not into it, that’s okay too.”

“i’m into it!” hao replies a bit too quickly. “i just meant that… i didn’t know you would be.”

“i guess before last week, someone would’ve had a hard time convincing me that i’d wanna do this once— let alone twice,” you admit with a smile. “but i think i’ve proved i changed.”

“and you’re okay with… changing?” taerae asks, worry in his eyes.

you nod definitively. “yeah. i am.”

“so, after all this, you’ve decided you just wanna fuck all of us whenever you want?” hanbin asks, standing up from the desk he’s sitting on and walking over to you. “you really think you’re hot enough for that?”

you smile at him. “no one’s forcing you to participate.”

hanbin frowns, studying you as you hold eye contact.

“don’t be too upset, hanbinnie,” you say with a pout. “you’re the one who wanted me to fuck your friends in the first place. you just forgot to consider i might end up really liking it.”

he stares at you for another long moment. and then, he smiles. “i guess you’ve won your own game then?”

you smile back. “i guess i have.”

“then i have to pay the price, fair and square. we all do,” hanbin nods with respect— an undeniable warmth in his gaze. “congratulations.”

you look at the other boys around you— excitement reaching their eyes as you grin. were they really all yours now?

“thanks,” you say happily. “i couldn’t have done it without you.”

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group (revenge) 😈

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you look around the room, every boy avoiding eye contact with you in an attempt to quell the awkward tension. it feels amazing. exactly how you were hoping it would.

"hey, is that camera on?" jiwoong suddenly asks, pointing at the camera you set up by the photo wall to take portraits for the campus activities interviews.

at least, that's why you told them you set it up.

"there's a little red flashing light," hao observes with a frown. "to the left of the lens."

"did—... did you record this?" matthew asks, fear palpable in his eyes as he looks at you.

you hop off the desk you're sitting on, grabbing your shorts and shimmying them on. walking over to the camera, you hit the record button again to stop filming. then you, take the camera off it's tripod and throw it in your bag that's sitting on the ground beside it.

"it was a pleasure doing business with you boys," you say, making your way towards the door.

hanbin stands up, grabbing your shoulder. "what are you gonna do with that?"

you shrug. "nothing."

his brow furrows tensely, not sure whether to relax or not.

"yet," you finish.

"(y/n), please," taerae begs from behind you. "please don't post that."

"i'm not gonna post it," you say, rolling your eyes. "i'm in the video, too, remember?"

the boys look around at each other, not sure what to do.

"but if i have to," you threaten, unlocking the door, "i won't hesitate. could anything be worse than what you've already put me through?"

"wait, (y/n)!" jiwoong calls. "we're—... we're sorry. we're all really sorry for everything."

"i'm sure you are," you reply, opening the door and exiting the activities lounge...

"i'm sure you'll stay sorry for a long time, too."

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