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seoktized · 13 days

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coulomb’s law (s.jy + s.mt)

working on a science project with two jocks wasn’t the worst thing ever.. even if you all got locked in a room together.

word count: 3.1k (unedited 😀)

genre: college au, smut

warnings: fingering, creampie, tit play, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex. literally just smut idk what to tell u 😭

a/n: LOWKKKey self indulgent bc AWRF i love matthew and jake. finally back writing yayy!!! first long fic too omgomg pls tell me if u like, it means a lot!

you always had a like for all things science, so when you heard you’d be completing a science project you were ecstatic.

‘this would be easy’ you told yourself.

you believed that until you were paired with seok matthew and jake sim who happened to be your former crushes and star football players for your college.

the two of them knew they were stars. matthew and jake didn’t care about doing school work, often paying another student with daddy’s money.

the two were untouchable. because who would bench their best players? especially when they’re so close to making it to the championship?

when your professor announced your name along with the two boys’ you quickly realized easy was an understatement.

after everyone was given their partners, your professor dismissed class in order for everyone to get started on the project.

you stood up and collected your things, mentally preparing yourself to hear either boy to scoff and tell you do the project yourself.

you made your way down the aisle to the area matthew and jake were sitting in, the two of them were engaged in a conversation

‘they probably didn’t hear what the professor even said’ you thought.

your suspicions were confirmed when jake looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. the three of you rarely crossed paths, so he had the right to be confused.

matthew saw jake’s expression and followed his eyes. the two boys staring at you made chills run down your arms, you could sense the judgment in their eyes.

“are you just going to stand there or…” matthew asked, an awkward expression was present across his face.

“right, um, we were assigned as a group for the science project.” you had a tight grip on your books, the way jakes eyes scanned your figure made you feel small.

“science project?” matthew looked over to jake who shrug his shoulders, “what science project?”

you rolled your eyes, “the professor was literally talking about it the whole time.”

jake chuckled, “all i heard was blah blah blah.” matthew laughed at jakes words.

“well, it’s due in two weeks so i’d like to get started,” you reached into your pocket to grab your phone.

“give me your numbers so we can arrange time to work on it.” you stuck your phone out in their direction.

matthew’s eyebrows raised and jake had a smirk growing across his face.

“woah, asking for my number already? i don’t even know your name sweetheart.” jake teased.

you visibly cringed at jakes attempt at flirting, it was no surprise jake would try and fuck anything on legs. you swore to yourself you’d never give in his advances, or so you thought.

matthew grabbed your phone and typed in his name and number before handing it to jake to let him do the same. jake laughed a little as he was typing in his information. he handed the phone back and you saw a heart emoji next to his name.

you glanced up at him and he shot you a wink. quickly looking back down to your phone, you created a groupchat for the three of you. sending a ‘hi’ to make sure they were in the chat.

“anyways, i’ve gotta get going. i’ll text you guys later to work out the details.” you gave an awkward smile to which matthew responded with a wave.

“bye, doll.” jake grinned. after you turned you heard a hand collide with someone’s chest. you assumed that matthew smacked jake because of how desperate he seemed.

texting them was even harder. the boys barely replied. when one of them did respond, it was a short ‘can’t we have practice’

looking down at your phone, you read matthew’s text which was another excuse as to why they couldn’t join you.

sighing, you set your phone down and decided to start on the project on your own. you knew from the beginning it would be like this. you felt a bit silly for almost believing they’d try to work with you.

you were honestly glad they weren’t able to show up. the whole process would go by much faster without the two of them goofing off the whole time.

you pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table. glancing out the door of the small room you were in, you noticed the usually crowded library was empty. just you and the nice librarian who was busy tidying up her desk area.

opening your laptop you began to type away, looking at different sources to complete the research portion of the assignment. you were pulled away from your research by a buzz from your phone. flipping it over you saw a text from matthew.

matt: practice was canceled and we don’t have anything else to do

we’re coming to work on the project

y/n: okay. i’m in room 28

‘*they really wanna work on this project?*’ you thought. you shrugged your shoulders and continued to work as much as you could before they arrived.

minutes go by and you hear jake being obnoxiously loud. the librarian told him to be quiet and he said a small “sorry, sorry.”

matthew entered first, jake following behind like a lost puppy. jake shut the door behind him and the two walked over to you. jake slammed his backpack on the table a little too hard making you jump.

“shit- sorry,” he quickly apologized.

“so what do you want us to do?” matthew asked, pulling out a chair so he could sit down.

“well, i’ve started on the research part,” you turned your laptop around to the boys, showing them the progress you’ve made so far.

“so you guys could go through and start writing out the experiment we have to do. i’ll send it to you.”

the two nodded and brought out their own laptops. you quickly typed away on your computer, sending them the doc you were working on.

matthew was actually focused on working. jake on the other hand kept sighing as his short attention span was creating a problem for him.

“why the hell do you keep sighing?” matthew snipped, starting to get frustrated.

“i cant focus.” jake whined, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.

matthew rolled his eyes, “dude it’s only been 30 minutes.”

“actually, it’s been an hour. an hour of doing nothing!” jake exclaimed.

matthew shook his head in annoyance at jake. you felt your body start to ache from being slouched over for so long.

you stood up to stretch, “should we get snacks? there’s a vending machine around the corner.” you closed your laptop.

the two boys agreed and stood up to leave the room.

jake reached the door first and twisted the handle. it didn’t budge. he started to twist it more in panic until matthew pushed him out of the way to try himself.

the door was locked from the outside.

your eyes widened, realizing you were locked in a room with jake and matthew.

you pushed the two out of the way trying the handle as if you were stronger than the two of them. unlucky for you, the door did not open.

jake groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.

“ms. kim! can you come open the door?” you yelled out, hoping the librarian heard you.

seconds passed there was no answer. you let your forehead fall against the door, sighing in defeat.

“let me try again,” jake stepped up to the door, attempting to open it again. it didn’t work.

“i guess we’re stuck in here.” matthew shrugged.

you didn’t reply, instead you made your way back to where you were sitting. plopping down in the chair, you opened your laptop back up.

the two boys exchanged glances for a second. jake smirked and nodded at matthew. they returned to their seats as well.

“let’s play a game.” jake said.

his facial expression told you he was up to no good. but you didn’t want to bore yourself to death with work so, you agreed closing your computer once again.

“what game?” you asked.

“truth or dare” matthew smirked.

you pressed your lips into a line, nodding at matthew.

it could be fun. what could go wrong?

“alright jake first, truth or dare.” matthew asked.

“mm.. truth.” jake replied.

“you’re no fun. but hmm.. what’s your.. biggest turn on?” a wicked grin was on matthew’s face.

your eyes widened at matthew’s words. you quickly realized this wasn’t gonna be a fun game. jake chuckled at your expression before pretending to think.

“i don’t know.. probably… begging? something about a girl begging for my dick seems so sexy,” his words were laced with cockiness. matthew nodded and turned to you.

matthew’s gaze made chills run down your spine.

“truth or dare?” jake sat up, waiting to hear your answer.

“um, truth.” you quickly said. matthew shook his head.

“have you ever thought about fucking one of us?” matthew raised his eyebrows, both boys leaned in waiting for your answer. matthew was bold.

“n-no.” you lied. the two of them could see right through it though, nodding and continuing on with the game.

“matt! truth or dare?” jake exclaimed.

“dare.”

“ooh!” jake rubbed his hands together, you on the other hand was scared for what jake was going to say.

“i dare you to… makeout with her for 30 seconds.”

your wide eyes shifted from matthew over to jake, staring at him in bewilderment.

matthew turned to you, “is that okay?” you looked back over to him and paused for a second before slowly nodding.

“i need to hear you say it, love.” he purred.

“yes.. it’s okay” you squeaked.

matthew moved closer to you, turning his head to jake, “count for us.”

“alright, go.” matthew placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. quickly melting into the kiss, you let matthew slip his tongue into your mouth.

your own hands that were once in your lap had found their way to his hair. matthew was a good kisser causing you to almost go drunk on his lips.

“times up!” jake interrupted.

matthew pulled away and you chased his lips, wanting more.

“woah, doll, we gotta continue our game yeah?” he chuckled at your eagerness.

pouting, you leaned back into your chair.

“mkay jake, truth or dare?” matthew asked.

“mm i’ll go with dare now.”

“i dare you to play with y/n’s tits.” matthew’s eyes were glued to your chest watching as it moved up and down from your breathing.

jake shot up and moved around the table to where you were. feeling a little bold, you took off your own jacket and shirt. your white lacy bra on display for the two of them to see.

jakes eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. to your right, you heard matthew chuckle.

jakes hands made their way to the back of your bra, swiftly unclipping it. he slid your bra off slowly, his eyes never leaving your chest.

moving in closer, he stuck his tongue out, giving kitten licks to your hardened nipples.

even though it was something small, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. you were completely turned on from making out with matthew and this was the cherry on top.

you remember how you told yourself you wouldn’t let jake have you this vulnerable, but all those thoughts subsided the moment he latched onto your mound.

you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the whimpers that threaten to slip from your mouth.

jake was basically making out with your chest at this point, one of his hands was fondling with the one he didn’t have in his mouth.

you let your head tilt back before you heard matthew’s voice ring through your ears

“time’s up!”

you lifted your head up, looking at matthew who was visibly hard and who obviously didn’t want the two of you to stop.

jake detached himself from your tit with a loud pop before sitting back in his own chair. his eyes were still glued to your chest.

“did you enjoy yourself?” matthew asked.

you nodded—not being able to speak— the two boys and their previous actions was the only thing on your mind.

“alright princess, truth or dare?” jake’s voice was a bit deeper signaling that he must be as turned on as you are right now.

“dare.” you breathed out.

the two boys exchanged a glance before smiling at you. they both stood from their chairs, moving closer to you. and though you were almost their height, them standing above you like this made you feel small.

“we dare you to let us fuck you.” matthew’s hand went to your jaw once again, stroking it softly.

jake bent down to let his hand trail up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your heat. they were waiting for you to give them the green light, which you did with a small “go ahead,”

jake’s hand had now traveled to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them to signal that he wanted to take them off. you lifted your hips up in order for him to slip them off of you.

matthew, on the other hand, was placing kisses all over your exposed chest, tasting what his friend previously did.

jake’s hand pressed against your clothed cunt, watching as the wetness seeped through your panties.

“matt look,” he chuckled, matthew detached from your chest to look down.

“fuck, doll, you’re so wet for us. such a good girl,” matthew praised, you let out a whine at his words.

the want, the need for them was getting stronger. who would thought that a science project would’ve led to you getting this wet for two star football players.

you pushed your hips against jake’s hand, trying to get some friction where you needed him the most.

“you want us to fuck you, baby?” jake asked, letting his hand pull away from your core. he wanted you to beg for them, for him.

“mhm, please. please fuck me.” you whimpered.

“okay love, we will.” matthew replied before jake could.

the two of them raised from their positions for a second in order to rid themselves of their clothes. they were hard. and big. you were in for it.

“i want her mouth. her pretty swollen lips would look so good around my dick.” matthew told jake. he nodded in response to matthew.

“hop on the table for us, doll.” jake said. you quickly moved to the table, laying down for them.

matthew came over to one side and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. when he pulled back he let his thumb rub over your bottom lip. his other hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it slowly.

“alright baby. i’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” matthew asked.

you nodded, sticking your tongue out for him. he grinned in response before placing his dick on your tongue. you let your lips close over his girth and he began to thrust in and out slowly.

jake was now on the side adjacent to matthew. he pulled off your panties, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.

his thumb came in contact with your clit, making you moan around matthew’s cock. matthew winced at the feeling, whispering that your mouth felt so good.

two fingers were now circling your hole. jake pushed his fingers into your warm cunt, thrusting in and out before adding another finger. he continued his ministrations before deeming you prepped enough for his cock.

“gonna fuck you now.” he said before he slowly pushed in.

you all groaned in unison, pleasure on high. matthew was now thrusting at a faster pace, getting lost in the heat of your mouth.

jake was letting you adjust to his size before bottoming out. he stayed there for a second to relish in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him so deliciously.

“fuckk you’re so tight-” jake winced. you tapped your foot on his thigh, signaling that he could move.

he started a quick but deep pace, watching as your tits bouced with every movement. his thrusting cause you to move against matthew’s cock, every thrust hitting the back of your throat.

matthew admired how you were gagging and sputtering on his cock. his hand brushed against your jaw, gripping it a little to thrust faster. you noticed he was starting to near his high as his breaths and groans started to increase.

he slipped himself out of your mouth, “fuck- open up.” he said as he started to stroke his length.

you obeyed and opened your mouth letting your tongue slip out too. he came on your face tongue with a loud groan.

“so so good for me, fuck.” he said as he came down from his peak.

jake’s thrusts were now relentless in an attempt to get both of you to cum. matthew intensely watched the area where you and jake were connected. he felt himself getting hard again at the sight.

your loud moans weren’t supressed anymore which boosted jake’s ego.

“fuck fuck fuck i’m close jake please!” you begged.

“me too, doll, fuck! can i cum inside?” he was roughly gripping your waist, rough enough to leave bruises.

“yeah, i’m on the pill!” you whined at the thought of him filling you up.

matthew was stroking his cock at the scene before him, his eyes flicking between your face and your cunt.

“god, i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” jake moaned. you nodded at his words.

one more thrust was all it took for you to some undone, your back arching off the table, moaning loudly. jake came soon after with a “shit!” leaving his mouth from the way you were clenching around him. his hips were flush against yours, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he pulled out slowly and you whined from the loss of contact. matthew had came in his hand beside you, all three coming down from your highs.

the room was full of panting, everyone attempting to catch their breath.

“hello? is anyone in there?” you heard from outside the door.

all three of your heads shot up towards the door.

“yeah! we’re still studying. give us a second!” matthew shouted.

you stood to put on your clothes, struggling a bit due to your wobbly legs.

the two boys did the same before packing up their things. matthew saw how you were having trouble so he placed his things down to help you out. jake helped by packing your things into your bag.

you all made your way to the door, matthew’s hand was on the small of your back to stable your walking. jake opened the door, smiling at the librarian before you all brushed past her to leave.

“maybe we should work on projects together more often,” jake smiled. matthew made a noise of agreement and you nodded.

and that you did, always making A after A on every project with your new group.

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aswaki · 1 month

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after watching matthew making pancake live on instagram, i just thought abt having sex with him in the kitchen while you are cooking would be nxjskam&/&$&&

you're not alone, anon. oh that live is ingrained to my memory. it gave us so many points of view. his arms there were extra... yuMMy.... i wanted to BITE. whenever he moved his phone & gave us angles that were soo IDHDDJSJKS it made me weak.... ok tbh matthew would like the domestic vibe of you cooking. it felt so intimate. it'd give him a hard on to see you be focused and loving. you were as delicious as the food you prepared. you'd probably never get things done if you were together in the kitchen.

seok matthew x reader | flashfic | explicit (minors dni)

contains: fem!reader, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, backshots, slight strength kink, pet names ("baby", "pretty girl")

you standing there in an apron and a dress shouldn’t have made matthew aroused and bothered but he was.

he was so aroused and bothered at the sight of you cooking in his kitchen, wearing his ‘kiss the cook!’ apron.

you even turned on music, humming and swaying your hips along with the beat. you were so gorgeous, especially in the morning light that made it look like you were glowing. a smile formed at his lips.

matthew approached you from behind, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist. he rested his chin on the top of your shoulder then turned his head a little to the side so he could kiss on your neck. he kissed you like what the silly apron suggested. you continued cooking as he does this like it was the most natural thing in the world. the only acknowledgement you gave him were soft giggles that made his heart race faster and blood rush to his dick.

matthew wrapped himself tighter on your waist. his hands started to rub over the spot it reached as if he was memorizing how you felt.

“you hungry?” you asked him as your hand came to touch his. your voice was quiet as if you were afraid to break the tranquility this time of the day brings.

“starving,” he mumbled into your ear before continuing, “you look so sexy, baby. let me have a taste.” his breath tickled you as he spoke.

one of his hands lowered down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

you tried to act like this didn’t make you wet. (it did, though. matthew knew you couldn’t control yourself when it comes to him.)

“distracting the cook is a kitchen hazard, you know.” you replied, feigning indifference… which didn’t matter. not when his strong arms moved you from your spot over to the kitchen island. he pressed your face to its cool surface eliciting a gasp from your mouth.

he easily moved and bent you down. automatically, you arched your back and opened your legs a little after being put in this position. you felt your pussy getting wet because of his strength. oh, you were turned on.

matthew flipped your dress up, bunching the skirt to your waist, to see your smooth backside. “no panties? fuck, was my pretty girl expecting this?”

he ran his hands on it and then smacked your ass. you let out a moan that sounded like music to his ears. it was even better than the song you had playing at the moment.

matthew lowered his boxers. he was getting erect. he rubbed his cock up against you, instantly coating his length with your arousal. you spread your ass cheeks wider without even being told to which made him smirk. your cunt was so slick and inviting.

he then entered you which wiped your mind almost blank. you moaned even louder than before. he grabbed your wrists and held it with his hand behind your back. his free hand came to grip your hip.

matthew’s thrusts were slow and sensual, all hips and whispers. he was transfixed by the way your ass moved each time he pushed himself.

you lifted your head and looked back at him, “don't stop,” you pleaded.

“i need more.”

those were the magic words. he groaned hearing you plead to him. matthew took your urgency to heart and strengthened his stroke. he set a harsh and fast pace that should be enough to give you what you need. this would surely bring you to your climax soon.

he could feel you tensing up, squeezing him as an orgasm threatened to come out of you.

“don’t be shy, pretty girl. cum on my cock,” with a few more strokes inside of you, your walls clenched harder around his length and you orgasmed.

your moans were suddenly mixed with the sounds of the fire alarm as the food you were cooking was left forgotten on the stove. your eyes widened at it. reality sunk down on you abruptly. shit.

“oops,” he said while at the same time you looked back at him and breathed out, “told you. kitchen hazard,”

you scrambled to detach yourself from him and turn off the stove.

“we’ll continue later,” he was insane if he thought you could wait for later. you didn’t get to savour your pleasure.

you went back to him and groped his hard wet cock.

“no. now,”

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teaxeee · 2 months

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Guys um...hear me out on this djsjdjfkf

Like um...he's so buff, so fine sjajskfkfjf

HEAR ME OUT: casually hanging out with Matthew, just chilling and chatting and he can't stop staring at you! You just looked so pretty with a skirt on (I HATE SKIRTS, ANTI SKIRTS LET'S FUCKING BAN THEM PLEASE-) that exposed your thighs way too much to get him so worked up that he has to lick his lips to try and control himself, while getting all sorts of dirty thoughts. Let's just say...later he ends up being between your legs, his arms wrapped around your thighs and not letting you escape as he sucks on your clit like he's never eaten anything before and fucks you with his fingers, watching you writhe and moan from how good he's making you feel. That just boosts his ego so damn much that he has to make you cum from his tongue and fingers at least 2 or 3 times before he gets to fuck you, he's not gonna let go at all and would probably not fuck you at all if he gets too much pussy drunk, he'd get so sloppy, his fingers curling up inside you to hit at your g-spot while his lips are still attached to your clit, he's addicted and it's 100% guaranteed you won't be able to walk for the next few days.

#zb1 hard hours #zb1 smut #matthew hard hours #seok matthew smut #matthew smut #zb1 hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone smut #seok matthew hard hours

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i2sunric · 8 months

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matthew being your bff and taking your virginity so sweetly as he tried his best to control himself but ended up being rough cos reader wants it 🔥

first — s.matthew

wc: 1.1k

reader: afab (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); dom! matthew, sub! reader, unprotected sex, fingering

summary: matthew proposes himself to be your first time, you accept though he raised your sex standards since he’s so good

here u go anon <3 sorry for having you wait!!

“y/n!!” matthew said, opening the door of his apartment and hugging you when you showed up at his house for your daily gossip appointment with a cup of tea

“hello.” you greeted, he let you in and you made your way to the couch where he had placed your two cups and some cookies on the small table. you smiled, it was so cute and lovely.

wait… you realised then that there were only two cups “only two? what about jiwoong?” you frowned

matthew chuckled after he brought the sugar cup “he said he went to a club yesterday and woke up in an hotel, looks like he totally blacked out, he’s still pretty hangover so he cancelled.” you nodded but couldn’t help to be sad

he noticed your mood going down - he always did, matthew knew you better than anyone else - and got worried “what’s wrong?”

you were reluctant, usually you’d talk with someone else about your problems, but you felt as if telling matthew would actually help

“i am willing to hear you.” his voice felt kinda off, you nodded “i’m so jealous.”

matthew titled his head like a puppy “look, everyone in our friend group, even you,” you pointed at him “aren’t virgin but me, even if i go to nightclubs no one initiates something with me other than a small make out session.”

matthew strangely seemed relieved by your confession, you realised what you had just said and blushed “i mean, i’m not horny… i just want to experience life, that’s all.”

you avoided eye contact, feeling embarrassed.

matthew smiled “why didn’t you tell me earlier? i’m always here if you need anything.” you roll your eyes “oh yeah so i should just text my best friend to fuck me because i’m an horny person?” you pouted

“y/n…” he softly hummed, massaging your leg “i can be your first time, i can help you.” matthew looked at you with sprinkle eyes, you almost melted under his touch “only if you trust me.”

“i do trust you.” you put your hand on his and flashed him a smile “then, follow me, i’ll make you feel good, i promise.”

matthew was so cute and talkative even during intimacy, you nodded and let him lead you.

he put a his fingers under your chin and lifted it, kissing you while he shifted his position.

you moaned when you felt his cold fingers running under your shirt, teasing and rubbing your nipples. he squeezed them, making you do a whine inside his mouth. you could feel matthew doing his usual cocky smile.

he pulled away from your lips, caressing your cheek with his thumb. he made you lay down on the sofa, kissing all your face. matthew made sure under your head there was a soft pillow, so you wouldn’t hurt during sex.

he was so gentle; you loved it.

matthew removed his shirt, revealing the hidden muscles. his biceps weren’t even half of your face. he smirked, noticing your shocked face “like what you see?” he raised his eyebrows

you shamelessly nodded, leaving matthew taken aback. he chuckled lightly, removing his pants and underwear as well. despite you two being best friends since high school you had never seen his naked body. it felt slightly awkward.

matthew noticed you being uneasy and pressed a kiss on your cheek “don’t think too much y/n. relax.” you took a deep breath and calmed down

he helped you remove your shirt and pants, shifting your underwear to the side and rubbing his thumb against your clit.

you gasped, it’s not like you never tried to bring yourself some pleasure, but it never felt as good as when matthew did it.

he licked his thumb so that it could move better and continued to circulate it on your core, you moaned, feeling a knot in your stomach.

“m-matthew.” you moaned, shutting your eyes “yes my pretty y/n, let me hear you.” he inserted one finger inside of you and started thrusting, deep and slow. you gripped on his arm which was supporting his weight near your head. you could feel his muscles tensing up at your touch.

when he decided you were ready enough, he inserted another finger, thirsting a little bit faster. you let out a shaky moan “matthew.. i need you.”

“what do you need?” you sighed, he knew damn well what you meant, but he wanted to hear you saying it and admitting it “i want you inside of me, god, make me cum.”

“of course.” he pulled his fingers out, earning a small complaining whine from you. he stroked his cock and prepared himself in front of your entrance. you could feel its head teasing you “i’m going in.”

you nodded frenetically and he entered you with a deep thrust, moving slowly “holy shit.” you moaned, throwing your head back

he placed his other arm near your head as well and thrusted inside of you. it felt amazing, you didn’t even know how to explain it.

“you feel so tight, feel so good.” he praised, placing a small kiss on your lips.

you two were still best friends, he didn’t want to take it too far.

“faster please, mh… i want you to fuck me hard matthew, please please please.” you begged, tightening the grip on his arms

he looked at you with worry “my y/n, it’s your first time, if i go rough i may hurt you.” you opened your eyes and made eye contact with him, you were watching him with so much pleasure he had to hold himself back

“matthew, i trust you, please just fuck me already.” he reluctantly nodded and increased the speed of his thrusts, he hit your right spot and you moaned loudly, your nails digging inside his forearms.

“oh y-yeah.” you said as he continued to hit your right spot, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, getting closer to your orgasm “matthew, m’so close, gonna cum.”

he thrusted even faster at your words, the sound of your skin hitting along with your pretty moans was music to his ears.

“a-ah.” you came, eyes rolling and back inarching, matthew came at the same time inside of you, your seeds mixing up with each other.

he rested his head on your bare chest, his sweaty hair wet you a little.

you pulled yourself together from the orgasm and patted his head “thank you so much matthew, it was amazing.”

he softly smiled and raised his head to meet your eyes “anything for you.” he pulled out and noticed you two did quite a mess, he blushed “i’ll go get a towel to clean you, you stay here and do not move.”

he went inside the bathroom before you could bat an eye, you chuckled softly. matthew really cared about you.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #matthew smut #matthew smuts #seok woohyun smut #seok matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours #seok matthew hard thoughts #seok matthew smuts

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seokka0o · 9 months

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21 - "Oh fuck, keep riding babe..." with seok matthew of zb1 & sub reader ?

(resent because I missed parts, I’m sorry !)

21- "Oh fuck, keep riding babe..."

Author: hope you like it ♡♡♡♡

석우현 : Seok Matthew// unprotected sex //riding

Sweat was running down your back, treacherous shivers running, you were tired, almost giving up, your whole being was consumed, you felt matthew firm hard scraping your walls throughout this process, both moaning the greatest deferred atrocities, his short fingers making a aggressive force on your thigh, encouraging you to continue to the end, painfully, hitting deeper and you needing to alternate to sustain to the end. You were about to give up, despite matthew's groans of consecutive twinges in your stomach "i-i can't-" You whimpered, you wanted to leave it to him when matthew moved his hands to your hips, squeezing hard keeping the frequency "oh fuck, keep riding babe...." matthew was a mess, sweaty blond hair falling over his face that was pink from the effort of holding back, sinking into the mattress, eyes closed, you noticed he was close to the edge and you followed, resting your hands on his exposed chest and gathered the rest of your strength to start literally bouncing on his cock, the sounds were the most promiscuous possible, when you felt yourself on the end of the abyss you started to circulate and then you felt filled, your body shake and lose your senses, the air, everything. Matthew together, going into the same trance and staying that way until you feel yourself lying on his lap completely destroyed."You always do so well dear"

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hourd #matthew smut #seok matthew smut #matthew hard hours #seok matthew hard hours #🪐.party

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onlyhoons · 4 months

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(inspo from this video ☹️)

Imagine matthew, all tied up for you. red silk holding his two wrists together as his big hard cock throbs and throbs for attention. his white button up falling down his shoulders, abs covered in sweat. precum leaking from his tip all the way down to his balls. endless whines coming out from his mouth, begging you to touch him, kiss him, slap him, anything. he shivers in agony to the lack of sensation. hes the most sensitive hes ever been. almost cums immediately once you slide down onto his cock. lets you ride him for hours on end, living off the overstimulation. he is soooo a bratty sub, he makes you so mad; he loves seeing you mad. he wants you to slap him, mark him, fuck him like hes your little doll.

written by [ onlyhoons ] !

#ive definitely written abt this b4.#uhhh #mb guys #z and ; zb1 #z and ; smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 smut #zerobaseone hard hours #matthew smut #matthew hard hours #seok matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours #matthew x reader

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147file · 11 months

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tutor!matthew who sees that you are having trouble focusing on studying for your upcoming exam so when you’re doing a practice exam he plays with ur pussy and wont let you cum until you finish and pass it 🤭🤭🤭🤭 bonus if you pass with flying colours maybe he’ll fuck you over the table 🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣🫣

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 matthew #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #seok matthew #matthew #seok matthew smut #matthew smut #zb1 matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours #matthew hard hours #zb1 matthew hard hours

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vyutg · 4 months

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joking about his dick being small truly wasn’t a great idea during a party with friends. the laughs and “oohs” at your comment were his last straw. sure, your “joke” was enough to rile him up but to put him to shame in front of your friends? in front of his friends? hun, he’s not gonna let it pass.

he had stayed silent for the next hour. was he mad? upset? embarassed? you didn’t know whether to apologize or just play along with it because, to you, it was just a mere fucking joke. he should’ve taken it lightly because once again, it was just a joke. hell, you didn’t even care about his size! it’s not like you’re gonna fuck him anyway. you guys are friends after all!

“would you like me to prove you wrong?”

you had just exited the bathroom when he spoke. you didn’t notice he had followed you. you weren’t expecting it either. “jeez! lighten up, will you? everyone has already forgotten about it. didn't know you were this... i don't know... fragile? to not take a joke.” you didn’t know where your guts were coming from. the man in front of you was literally looking you dead in the eye and yet you were practically telling him to just forget about it?

“why don't you just help me sort out my growing problem? since i’m so fragile.” ignoring his mocking tone, your eyes swept down to his crotch. fuck, it really was growing. “yeah? let's see if you can still run it when i put all of me in that fucking mouth.”

gyuvin, ricky, matthew, sunghoon, jake, sunwoo, eric, jeno, johnny, jaehyun, seunghan

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528-hotline · 6 months

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ignoring safe words with matthew 🤭🤭 just asadcssf

also can i be 🍓 anon of its free?

ignoring safe words. with matthew !

warnings | dubcon, rough sex, watersports, squirting, piss, dumbification, dacryphilia, overstimulation, choking, creampie, ignoring safe words … literal filth :3

word count | 700+

a/n 💌 oh my… well you came to the right person 🫨 yes you can be 🍓anon !! i hope this isn’t too much for you cuz i’m definitely not a sane seokryu… hehe the writing in here is not due to self indulgence, really…. (lies!!) after he kept on posting hot shit even if i was gone here, i think this drabble made it clear that i’m NAWT okay. 😁 my thoughts will stop here i’m sorry hehe (^^) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

DARK CONTENT ahead ! read with caution (18+ only)

“look at you, my dumb pretty baby… all pathetic and stupid over my cock…”

you were all sprawled on matthew’s bed, legs hanging on his shoulders, thighs quivering from sensitivity and overstimulation. it’s already the fourth round and matthew doesn’t have intentions to stop at any second. the longer he rams into your pussy, the pleasure slowly turned into pain overtime.

“m-matt, red! red! please!” you close your thighs from the overwhelming and mixed sensations you have been feeling throughout as you try to push away his pelvis away.

“nonono baby… open your goddamn thighs…your stupid pussy wanted this, right?” he coos at you as his strong arms pries away your thighs, spreading you apart, having a complete view of your cum-drenched pussy from earlier. the sight added more fuel to the flame as he carries your thighs, bringing it to his arms, his thrusts going deeper and faster. “your pussy feels so good, can’t get enough…”

“red, matthew! please, red! ‘m gonna pee, please l-let me!” you yelped, looking away from matthew as you cried in tears, fighting the pain away as he continuously pounds your poor, overstimulated pussy.

he lets go of your thighs just to grab your jaw with one of his hands, looking at your puffy eyes, eyes all reddened from crying. as his other hand lands on your clit, pinching and rubbing the slippery, reddened bud between the pad of his calloused fingers.

you squealed at the action, pain and pleasure hiking up at the same time, making you cry out loud as tears fall down your flushed cheeks. matthew licks one of your tears away with his tongue, he then chuckled evilishly from your response. you were scared and aroused at the same time. “look at me… i’m gonna fuck this pussy till you’re too dumb to even walk, you’ll like that, right? yes, of course you fucking do…” his hand travels down to your shoulder, pushing you back into the sheets agressively and proceeds on choking your neck.

“nonono, red! please– matt, it hurts! p-please! wanna– shit!” your voice almost strained as you tried to speak before you were all out of breath. speechless, you were only able to let out soft cries, thighs shaking uncontrollably from holding your bladder and the pleasure from matthew repeatedly hammering your pussy with his cock and playing with your clit. his actions made you weaker than ever, succumbing under his control, realizing that resisting was no use because he’s too strong. comparing matthew to you, you were already used up like a ragged doll.

“your dumb pussy wants a release, hm? gonna give you what you want, yeah? you fucking cockslut…” he coos at you, shaking your head in response even if you knew it was no use on stopping him. matthew lets go of your neck and your clit, pulling your thighs even closer his cock, sinking even deeper. he knew he reached your sweet spot when you gasped and by arching your back. he smirked to himself, as he decides to thrust in to that certain spot continuously, thrusting into you in an animalistic pace. a high pitched moan came out of your mouth as you grab on to the sheets, your knuckles turning into white. your bladder was already holding on to a thread and a knot in your stomach snapped when matthew did one last sharp thrust out of you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—! agh!” you gasped out, your back arched, your eyes rolling back, reaching your high once again. jets of piss landed all over his abs and torso as your hips quiver from releasing both your cum and piss all over him. you felt numb all over and your brain all scrambled up from the feeling of pain and pleasure altogether. matthew throws his head back, groaning, feeling his warm cum shooting inside your walls. he finally pulls out his cock, his cum flowing out of your pussy, as both of your liquids mixed, seeping into the drenched sheets.

“that’s it… piss all over me baby…” your warm piss still flowing out uncontrollably while he slaps and run his cock all over your poor pussy until you’re all emptied out.

“ngh… no more, please…!” you hiccuped, all empty and passed out. matthew hovers your spasming body, trying to recover from the overstimulation that he has caused, giving your neck with peppery kisses.

“i hear you baby, but expect to be wrecked like this all over again.”

#signed by kei. ♱ ༉‧₊˚.#♱ section ( 528. )#🍓: kei ♡ lovies #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #seok matthew smut #matthew smut #kei ☆ drabbles

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grossditz · 7 months

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dummification with jebewon? love ur works btw🫶

hello sweetie ! sorry this took a bit but i hope you enjoy <3

hanbin loves dumbing you down without laying a finger on you! his light touches are enough to make your head spin, already on your knees and listening to his every word. stroking your hair and smiling at you innocently while his intentions were far from that! he treats you like you're dumb :( "showing" you how to open your mouth but really he's forcing it open with his fingers and "showing" you how to make daddy feel good by forcing his big big cock in your mouth and using you :( grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pushing you farther down his cock! its so messy n wet you can only listen to him and let him guide you <3 you feel so stupid already having his creamy milk dripping down your throat and pooling out the sides :( hes so sweet though you can never tell if hes being nice or mean, saying things like, "stupid mutts always take any cock they see." and "my puppy is so pretty getting stuffed full.” or when youre dumbly looking up at him, face all messy he can't help but to force more cum into your mouth going, “stop staring before I cum all over your pathetic face.” T_T u just can never tell with hanbin but you know for sure you can't ever remember a single thing after hes done with you <3

jiwoong is so mean :( making you needy by teasing you all day and then making you do all the work later :( his hands gripped tightly onto your waist, guiding you on his cock going, “baby wanted to be split open all day long and now she can’t even do it herself can she?” hes so condescending n u cant even understand what he means bcs his tip is kissing your cervix so good n your head is cloudy. only thing you can get out is pleas for him to help you T_T but like i said hes so mean asking you “what are you begging for? you already have my cock stuffed in you, what more could you possibly want?” his words is so numbing, voice so deep you choke on whatever words you had gathered up :( calls you a dummy for forgetting so easily just bcs of his cock !!!!!!!!!!!

hao is so <333 never getting over him being a mean dom !!!!! hes just so ruthless. theres no other way to put it! he knows he can make you feel dumb just from his words and pairing that with his cock? hes so mean. slapping you around and going, "what? baby can't talk?" when you're stuttering over your sentences T_T and edging you so bad you genuinely can't force a response out without breaking down and begging for him incoherently! holding onto your hips while the tip of his cock is bullying your womb and telling you to say "you only need him" but everything is already fuzzy so you whimper and hold onto him :( thats never gonna be good enough for haohao so he's pulling his cock out and tapping it against your clit :( you nearly cum just from his heavy cock hitting just the right places! crying and trying to pull him back in but hes waiting for a actual response from you :( going "stupid pup, getting all dumb over a couple of thrusts." im so sorry but he so calls you a bitch sometimes too omg

i can't express enough how much matthew loves getting you soo cock drunk and feeling so stupid to the point you can't even try to comprehend a single thing coming out of his mouth :( only thing u can do is nod and claw at him for more :( and he knows you're out of it bcs your eyes r so watery staring back at him. its not his fault he just cant help pressing you deeper into the bed, going "s' okay baby. close your eyes. matts gonna take care of you." and it doesnt even matter bcs your eyes r already fluttering close and your mouth is wide open, and he loves it bcs he can do anything to you and you couldn't even fight him back :( pressing his tongue against yours and calling you his dumb dumb whore :(

i need to get this out im sorry but taerae probably makes you feel stupid just from his tongue :( he always has your thighs over his shoulders, sucking you all up! tongue fucks you too :( holding your hips down and tonguing at your rim, prodding and dipping in until you're babbling and arching up against him. just the way he sounds so obscene so messy, coating spit at your hole makes you whince. squirming around and whimpering bcs you desperately need more of him and his tongue is so far down your ass its too much but not enough!!!! and to add on he occasionally presses his nose against your clit, knowing it gets you sooo wet you start dripping liquid (im sorry piss again im obsessed) and he doesnt stop, only pulling away when he feels your body go limp and your eyes are all over the place. so mean :( pushing his fat tip at your entrance and going, "all dumb and helpless. can't ask taerae to fuck you can you baby?"

there is no way ricky ever treats you in a mean way unless you provoke him! he loves you too much to do anything other than treat you like a princess <3 and that follows into sex obviously!!! but hes so soft n never letting the night end until his princess cums more than 4 times :( its only normal you go absolutely stupid forgetting everything except his name and the feeling of his mouth, hands or cock. telling you how “you’ve been such a good girl for me lately.” and how you deserve to he treated extra special T^T pressing sweet kisses on your neck while his fingers violate your cunt. all of your words come out pleadingly :( you feel so full just with his fingers. the pad of his thumb moving to lazily rub circles into your clit simultaneously and it has you gasping in his arms and clamping around his fingers. tells you how you're the ”prettiest dummy" hes ever had the pleasure to use <33 and his voice vibrates against your skin, the praise goes straight to your core and makes your brain go haywire. you can’t help but let your brain turn to mush at his words and actions. mindlessly, attempting to fuck his hand. “don’t tell me you’ve already gone dumb on me, princess.” he speaks so slow so easy for you to grasp but you just cant :( humming and nodding your head when he speeds up :(

gyuvin taking out his frustration on you >>> already its so mind numbing! i know he is so brutal using you when hes upset for the day!!! so upset as soon as he gets home he's pushing you against the wall and pulling your panties down :( bruising clasp on your hips when he forces you to arch back for him :( his thrusts are hard and shallow, hitting every spot he needs to. you don't comprehend what's happening at all, his motions being too much you feel dizzy, mind buzzing while the knot builds up in your stomach. pulling on his wrists and asking him to slow down but he isn't even listening to you at this point :( he sees only red! n you cum all around him but hes not even close to being finished! but youre so sensitive and your words are garbled as you sob into your hands. gyuvin really doesnt realize that hes fucked you beyond limits :( smiling when you stop fighting bcs you're so stupid and all you can do is physically let him have his way </3

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seoktized · 2 months

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i love your text posts (and would really love to be mutuals 🥹🥹)

i see u write for zb1 too!! could you do a bf!matthew daily texts ?! (some nsfw, some sfw)

THANK U BBYYY, OFC WE CAN BE MOOTS!!! also u have unleashed a beast i am not a sane seokryudan (who is tho) here is:

☆ daily bf!matthew texts!

warnings: cursing, mostly nsfw, kms joke

a/n: matthew is very dear to me kisses to u for the req <3333

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#seok matthew smut #matthew hard hours #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone texts #zerobaseone smut #matthew smut #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 smut #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #seok matthew x reader #seok matthew hard hours #seoktized.zb1 #seoktized.asks

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aswaki · 4 days

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your inability to maintain eye contact was fascinating to matthew. the way you faltered under his stare awakened something primal inside of him.

there was something about how your fleeting gaze to him appeared to be shy but underneath it all, there was burning desire.

matthew knew you wanted to be fucked until you ached but unless you voiced it out, he was contented to be gracefully touching you.

he held you with your back against his toned chest, a hand between your legs as he got you off in front of the mirror.

his fingers curled inside of you in gentle strokes as if he was coaxing words out of your mouth— to beg him to rut you with his cock.

you met his eyes briefly as your mouth dropped open to release sounds that were so sweet, it rivaled maple syrup. he hardened even more at this. matthew's erection poked you like it was informing you he was ready to take you if you asked.

he was convinced you were gaining courage to ask him to fuck you but you dropped your gaze quickly. your eyes fluttered shut.

he wanted you to look at the mirror's reflection once more so you could see what he was doing to you and your wet cunt. maybe that would be your push to beg for his thick cock.

matthew's other hand was tempted to grab your face so you could directly look at the mirror to see how you were squirming on his lap, hips bucking trying to get his fingers to move faster in desperate attempts to be sent closer to climax. gorgeous yet pathetic.

that hand happily remained on it's exploration at your torso, though. his fingers left unhurried touches on your sides and breasts. they felt like teasing feathers on your flesh which only made your breathing heavier and hips grinding more to his fingers inside of you. matthew could only chuckle darkly at that.

ah, no, no— you will endure this slow torture.

this was still a part of nature's instinct... to find a sense of fulfillment in something soft. to take delight in something you would soon devour.

you would only receive the privilege of getting fucked on his own terms. yes, eventually, you will get what you want... provided you can look at matthew directly in the eye while asking for it.

c'mon, pretty girl, just look at him.

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teaxeee · 24 days

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One more - Seok Matthew x fem reader

Member - Seok Matthew (ZB1)

Genre - Smut (Minors DNI)

Word count - 771

Warnings - fingering, slight choking, pet names (baby, pretty), overstimulation, slight praising

Notes - This is my first time writing full on smut, am so sorry if it's not good AND I'M A BIT NERVOUS IF Y'ALL WOULD LIKE IT. Anyways, enjoy!! Also: credits to @cyberkunizz for the header <3

No wonder you were distracted the whole day…way too distracted as you kept staring at his hands. The veins popping out at the back of his hand, all the way to the inner side of his forearm, it felt way too distracting. Most likely the reason you kept tracing your fingers along the veins of his hands every time his hand was close to reach, and he knew. It was way too obvious how focused you were on his hands and his hands alone, the way you kept glancing at his hands, the way you licked your lips and rubbed your thighs, your arousal being noticeable.

That’s how you ended up in your shared bedroom, legs spread open, your back pressed up against his chest as you leaned on him, both of you fully naked. His middle and ring finger sliding inside your already wet pussy, starting to thrust slowly as he feels you clench around his fingers, already making them wet as he speeds up his movements, his thumb gently rubbing your clit as you struggle to keep your legs open. You close your legs, your thighs trapping his hand between them, feeling the veins on the back of his hand brush against your inner thighs as he keeps moving his fingers, already causing your sensitivity to show up.

"Come on, keep your legs open for me, baby." He says softly as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit as you start rutting your hips against his hand, making him smirk. His other hand slides up to your neck, gripping it firmly as he starts to choke you but not enough to hurt you, forcing your head up to face the mirror and watch how his fingers disappear inside you with each thrust.

Your eyes start to close and you lean your head back on his shoulder, while you let out a small whine. He applies more pressure on your neck, trying to make you look in the mirror again. “Open your eyes for me pretty…want you to keep watching.” He whispers softly, his thumb still rubbing your clit as he feels your thighs start to quiver. You whimper softly and squirt hard, coating his fingers and the bed sheets.

“Woah…never knew you’d squirt this much.” He teases, still thrusting his fingers inside you, causing you to whimper. He doesn’t stop and he doesn’t plan to stop as he keeps rubbing your clit, adding too much to the sensitivity you’re feeling.

“Matthew stop…can’t take it anymore.” You beg and whimper, while he only scoffs in response, as he keeps thrusting his fingers, his ego clearly boosted due to causing you to squirt.

“I don’t think I will…you can do one more for me baby, yeah?” He coaxes you, more like forcing you to let him continue, as he thrusts his fingers faster, slipping another finger inside and stretching your already abused pussy more, making you take more than you could handle.

He enjoyed ruining you, he enjoyed the way you tremble with each thrust, the way your eyes rolled back, moans and whines escaping past your lips as you kept begging him, he wouldn’t let up. He loved the sounds that escaped past your lips, becoming obsessed with the idea to make you squirt again and again. He loved that he was the only one that could make you feel like this, make a mess out of you and ruin you, just for his own pleasure.

He watches you squirt again, noticing how your back arched from the stimulation, how your eyes rolled back, your lips being parted as you let out small gasps and whines while gripping his hand, trying to make him stop, but he doesn't. He keeps thrusting his fingers, relishing the way your body trembled from his touch.

He finally stops after noticing how your body went limp, your breathing becoming more heavier as you tried to catch your breath. He slowly removes his fingers, noticing how coated they are with your wetness. His free hand moves to your stomach, his fingers starting to rub it soothingly.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He coos softly and kisses your neck gently, as he watches you starting to calm down. He helps you lay down on the bed and gets up, as he quickly goes to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it. He comes back in the room and cleans you up, making sure to be gentle with you. He puts the towel back in the bathroom and lays down next to you, as you both cuddle to sleep.

#zb1 hard hours #zb1 smut #zb1 hard thoughts #seok matthew smut #matthew smut #zerobaseone smut #seok matthew hard hours #seok matthew x reader #zerobaseone hard hours

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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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seokka0o · 9 months

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석우현 : Seok Matthew ♡ Reader // Warning: smut ; unprotected sex, cheating ; Matthew its a fucking asshole and you love it //0.8k

It's not something you would consider moral on your part, several times you warned Matthew how this relationship between you could go wrong.

He says it's not a big deal, you're just having fun and what's wrong with that? because you've known each other for years, no one would know how to comfort him better than you. With that your best friend started to make it a routine to go fuck you every time he had a fight with his girlfriend, for whatever reason, even if he was the one cheating while the poor girl cries in the sheets for missing the boyfriend she had, that she claims to be exemplary most of the time.

Of course you could never consider yourself innocent, you were an accomplice to it, even worse for being precisely that person who tells his girlfriend that everything will always be fine;

just as you are there for her when she needs a shoulder to lean on, you are there for matthew when he needs someone to fuck, and you were the perfect target for his naughtiness.

often endangering what was just a his teasing, all of your friends questioning the provenance of that relationship between the two of you while Matthew is still with someone else, and why this relationship came out of nowhere.

Well that was something to ask Matthew and the first time he asked you to suck his dick while he was arguing over the phone with his girlfriend, you already understood your nature and questionable character even back then, now it was a different matter which one didn't fit you. You were only there because you were an easy fuck

“What morals do you think you have? its just a slut y/n ” matthew presses your head down, forcing it against the pillow, his whole hips thrust into you and then the sounds of his body impacting yours started to get wetter, louder. your moans muffled by the pillow on your face as your whole body tightened and released around Matthew, reveling in the sensation and the force he used to slam you into his thrusts. All this for saying he didn't have a shred of shame on his face

“f-fuck” you gasped out of the pillow and propped yourself up a bit on your elbows, trying to find some balance, goosebumps running all over your flesh and soon matthew released his hands from your hips to squeeze your ass with a certain accumulated desire, leaving so you can have the sight of his dick disappearing and appearing inside you

“don't talk like that….I-I'm just trying to be a good friend” you can hear him snicker, you'd want to watch every expression he was able to give you even under those conditions, and by the way he accelerated considerably inside you, you could tell it was the right answer beyond a shadow of a doubt.

your moans echoed throughout the stuffy room, your hands gripped over the sheets, you starting to feel dizzy, every time his cock nudged you close to your sweet region leaving you unsteady, very close to your orgasm.

“we always get along so well y/n” Matthew slowed down, pleased to hear your sincere complaint “that's why there's no one like you…”

you couldn't deny feeling usable, matthew had this habit of keeping people in the palm of his hand, but what could you do? he always fuck you so good, which made you always root for the relationship's disgrace, so you can have him under these conditions even for a mere minute.

“My god, fuck me please… I can't take it anymore” you push your hips towards him waiting for more contact, feeling all your energies leave your body.

matthew is a man of not very large proportions, so it's not an easy task for him to support you by the hip, you felt the command when he slid his hand down your back, then you immediately brought your arms back and allowed him to pin you down , holding your wrists tight he finally starts to fuck you again, using all the resistance and agility he had in his hips to fuck your senses, the sound of the thrusts, the sounds that came out of matthew's own mouth made you completely lose track, following him and then letting the heat wash over you and your orgasm came instantly, causing your body to shudder, pass out and then leave you with nothing but a choked breath.

“I want….you come inside me” you asked off-air

“leave it to me dear” he replied taking the whole front, let go of you to give you some rest and came back with his hands on your hips keeping the sequence little silent, matthew had his whole chest and neck reddened by the effort and in a few minutes he reached his own limit, gushing all his liquid into you filling you up completely.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #matthew smut #matthew hard hours #seok matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours

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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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