#hao hard hours

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help i'm sorry i forgot to add a member TT

anyways could you hao ?? again sorry !

“harder” / “choke me” / “pull my hair”

“hao, i have a question..” you turned towards your boyfriend who was busy watching some tv show.

“what’s up, love?” he asked, turning towards you as well. you chewed on your bottom lip, “when we’re.. y’know.. can you be a bit.. rough with me?” hao titled his head, a bit confused by what you meant.

you sighed, feeling embarrassment creep onto your features. “like.. when you fuck me, can you be rougher?”

hao’s eyes widened a bit before he smirked, “rough, how? use your words.”

“hao please don’t make me say it..!” you whined, hao was stubborn, he waited for you to answer his question.

“i don’t know? choke me, pull my hair? fuck me harder?” you whined, hiding your face in embarrassment. hao smiled, “good girl..” he sat up, pushing you back onto the couch and meeting your lips in a messy embrace.

“my girl wants me to be rough, hmm?” he said, trailing kisses down your neck. hao bit down on your collarbone before kissing the same spot.

hao wasted no time, quickly ridding you of your bottoms and pushing your shirt above your tits before telling you to flip onto your stomach.

he took off his own clothes, stroking his hardening cock before harshly pulling your hips towards his. his hands squeezed the flesh of your ass before slapping it roughly, causing you to cry out.

hao rubbed his cock against your soaked pussy before thrusting in, barely giving you time to adjust. his pace was brutal and you loved it, wails and moans erupting from your chest.

hao reached forward, lacing his hand in your hair and pulling you back against his chest. “so fuckin’ dirty wanting me to fuck you like this..” he groaned, his other hand going to wrap around your throat. he felt your wall clench around him even more, a sick laugh leaving his mouth, “you like this a lot, huh? who woulda know you’re such a little slut..”

hao’s roughness had you cumming in record time,screaming his name as you came. he let go of your hair and neck, focusing on his own orgasm. his hands gripped you hips which was sure to leave a mark. you felt his hips stutter before he came deep inside your pussy.

[onlyhoons]

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

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

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

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

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

[zezedoesshit]

This is so 🥺🥺🥺.

18+ / mdi

content: lovesick!minghao, established relationship, he's so sweet it makes me sick, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), etc.

wc: 1298

a/n: i 100% believe minghao would be absolutely obsessed with his s/o which is why i loved writing this hehe tysm to the person who requested <3 i also clearly missused the word lovesick idk lmao anyways he's in love!

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you were his favorite sight. you always had been. even before finally growing the balls to make you his, he had always been extremely infatuated with you. there was no wrong you could do in his eyes. you were pure perfection.

it was easy for him to lose himself in you night after night. after coming home from an exhausting day of schedules, there was nothing he loved more than to arrive home to you.

he would usually arrive late into the night, which meant that he was always welcomed by the pretty sight of you laying on your shared bed, waiting for him. nothing excited him more than slowly undressing himself as he made his way towards you, pliant and ready for him to take you. this had become a bit of a routine. he'd come home, wordless in his arrival as he made his way to your shared room. that's where you'd be waiting for him, only a shirt (one of minghao's, of course) and some pretty panties covering your body while you awaited for him to join you in bed.

that's where things would get fun. neither of you needed to say anything. he'd usually be in just his boxers by the time he made it to the bed, having slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he walked towards you. he'd hover over your body immediately upon making contact with the bed, allowing his hands to caress you to his liking before throwing off your shirt. your body would be so warm and soft for him, making him sigh at the lightest of contact. it was all soft and intimate. the lights dimmed and the atmosphere warm. it was always like this, and today was no exception.

'my love ...'

'hao ...', you breathed back at him.

he had started to run his hands up and down your body, feeling every warm curve under his wake. he loved the goosebumps he'd provoke from your skin, feeding in on your breaths of contentment at his touch.

'you're so beautiful. can't believe i have you in my bed every night', his eyes were glued to your nude body, continuing his teasing soft touches. his hands had moved up to your breasts, giving you the lightest of touches but still enough to make you quietly whine at him.

'what is it, beautiful? want my fingers here?' he reached to your nipple, pinching it lightly as you let out a deep breath, 'no? how about my tongue?' he lowered his head to make contact with your nipple, keeping eye contact with you all the while. he licked lightly at it, making you whine at him. then he got a little mean. he blew on the now wet bud, relishing on the increase in volume of your next whine.

'god, you make it so hard to control myself. so beautiful and pliant for me. all for me, right?'

'yes, hao. yours ...'

there were no words he enjoyed hearing more than those. and now his lust was growing too strong for him to hold back. he needed you. he needed you in all ways possible.

he made his way to the edge of the bed, dragging your legs along with him to sit you at the edge, now with his face in direct line with your cunt. it all felt like slow-motion; his movements all soft and calculated.

with no warning, he dove in, tongue first as he softly licked at you. he fed on your whines and the feeling of your hands digging into his hair, demanding more. there was no way for him to deny you. you were far too perfect for him to not want to indulge your every need.

'h-hao ... fuck, feels so good ...'

'yeah? like my tongue, angel? gonna drink you up. taste as beautiful as you look.'

and it was true. minghao had grown addicted to your taste over the time you'd been together. he'd insist on having you on his tongue almost every day. some days he'd simply come home and place you on your hands and knees without so much as a word, only to eat it from behind as he pleaded at you to push up against him as he frantically licked and sucked you to completion. today he was a bit softer than most days, allowing himself to truly savor you.

your end came very quickly despite the slowness of his movements. minghao knew your body like his own by now, knowing exactly how and where to touch to get you to writhe against him as your toes curled. he savored your orgasm just as much as you did, groaning against you at the sound of your whines of his name. his. his and no one else's.

now it was time for him to have his beautiful girl. easily his favorite part of the day. he gave you no time to rest before he positioned you in order to hover over you once more, allowing his hands to run through your body once again.

'can't seem to stop touching you, pretty. you're just too unreal. can't believe i got myself such a pretty angel.'

'hao ... touch me, please ...'

'shhh. let me take my time, yeah? just wanna enjoy my beautiful girl', and enjoy you, he did.

he lowered his head to yours, pulling you in for a deep kiss. your immediate mewl against him had him losing control. he'd always known how much you liked his lips, sometimes even using them as colateral to make you chase after him. he loved that without fail, you would always trail after him whenever he pulled away from a kiss. almost as if you could never get enough of him. he felt very similarly about you himself.

he couldn't help himself for much longer, beginning to grind his hard length against you, loving the way you whined against his lips at the feeling. he pulled away for a second, with you predictably trying to keep your lips glued as you chased after his touch. his touch only left you for a second as he adjusted himself in order to enter you. the moment he finally slid in, you cried out his name in the prettiest voice he had ever heard.

he connected your lips again, now thrusting his hips against yours while he pulled your legs to your chest, wanting you as close as physically possible.

'you bring me the most, pleasure. didn't know it was possible to fee- fuck .. to feel this way until i met you. my gorgeous angel. prettiest thing i've ever held in my arms', his breath was ragged, clearly having a hard time keeping up with his words as he over exerted himself in dragging his hips against yours.

you were worse off than him, unable to produce any word other than cries of his name. but this was just how he liked it. he adored knowing he was the only thing in your mind. that the thought of him made you as lightheaded as you did him.

you met your end as he began to toy with your clit, only to provoke his own orgasm just seconds later. he groaned against the tightness of your cunt, letting out a few 'i love you's throughout his climax, relishing on your quiet 'i love you too's. he laid you under his covers after that, softly cleaning you up of any traces of your intimate acts before giving you a soft peck and pulling you into his arms.

'thank you for welcoming me home into your arms every night, my angel. i love you.'

'love you more', he knew that was impossible, but chose to let you win this once, too spent to argue with you about his endless adoration for you.

[loverickyys]

💝 ZB1 nsfw! links 💝

☆ Brat tamer! Jiwoong makes sure you know that you belong to him after seeing you flirt around at the party. he will have no hesitation ripping off your clothes the moment you reach back home. making you bend over his lap, gripping your ass as he spanks and fingers you till you are shaking at his mercy.

☆ Hao loves lazy masturbation sessions with you. both of you curled up together in the bed, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit while his other hand pumps his own thick cock. doesn't help that you are also wearing his favourite skirt, so he makes sure you ride his finger still dressed in your cute outfit.

☆ 69 ing with Hanbin has become the go to stress reliever for both of you. after a long day at work all he wishes to do is stuff his face between your legs, groaning and eat you up. making you scream so hard around his cock, pushing you two to an orgasm together.

☆ its no surprise to anyone how good Matthew looks in his black tshirts. so good that you can't help but rub your thighs together, panties soaked as he smiles and makes you sit on his face. licking your pussy like a champ while his strong arms hold you in place. he can spend hours like this, stuffed between your thighs.

☆ your Guitarist! bf Taerae never fails to amaze you with his handwork, let it be on the stage or in the bed. he can have you falling apart in his arms, as you lay open wide for him to play with your cunt the same way he plays his guitar. fingers working so hard to make you scream.

☆ Idol! Ricky coming back home after performing over me at their concert and getting particularly inspired to make use of the various ribbons and belts he loves to collect. least to say you spend the rest of the day under him, wrapped up for him like a beautiful present as he fills you up with his cock.

☆ Gyuvin thinks you are the cutest person ever and it doesn't really help his fondness towards you when you wear cute underwears just for me. he'll make sure to tease you enough, rubbing his cock all over your wet panties before putting it in just cuz how adorable he thinks you look whining beneath him.

☆ mornings with Gunwook always end up the same way. his needy hands waking you up, running all over your body. before you know he is rubbing your pussy with his hard cock, gathering all the wetness and pushing inside your tight walls. a hand hooked under your leg to keep you close while the other pulls your lips into a steamy makeout.

[fanbasetwo]

✦ WHO’S MOST LIKELY TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST IN ZEROBASEONE !!

001. PAIRING , zb1 × afab reader

002. GENRE , fluff, headcannon, scenario

ZEROBASEONE MASTERLIST !!

#01. HANBIN . . . ✦

Hanbin literally tops. Not only is he the leader of the group but has a confident personality. Never seen him do dance challenges with female idols where he is shy, he's mostly confident and would most probably won't even mind confessing his love for you. It doesn't matter if you say it back, as long as he's said it—he feels the wait off of his chest. But if you do say it back, he'll pamper you with kisses.

#02. MATTHEW . . . ✦

Although he seems shy and all cute at first, he seems the type to love-love. Would fear rejection but would also not be able to keep his feelings inside himself and will for sure spill the tea all out. He'd probably say the first ‘I love you’ when it had been just a week and though this might seem like a red flag to some... he just genuinely loved you and couldn't help himself from saying it out to you.

#03. ZHANG HAO . . . ✦

You'd be stupid if you'd expect a leo to be shy in a relationship. Sure there would be times when he'd be the one shy and hiding his face but when it would come to saying ‘I love you’, he won't miss the chance to say it first. Don't mind though, if you give him enough consent he might even lean in to kiss you on the lips.

#04. GYUVIN . . . ✦

Eh eh eh... Gyuvin is a playful one and though he's not the type to say it first. He might practice saying it in front of his mirror but even so, he will only say it if it's been over a few months and you two still haven't shared the ‘I love you’s couples were normally supposed to do. He will try to be romantic but will end up sounding awkward and frustrated, so much that you'd have to ask to make sure that he was in the right mind when he had said that.

#05. JIWOONG . . . ✦

He's shy (so babygirl coded aghhhhh). Even though he has kissed in a kdrama, boy would be more shy than his members. He would hope that you would eventually say ‘I love you’ to him first but when you were just as shy as him and maybe even more, only then will he agree to take the lead and say it. Will bury his face in his palms and won't look at you until you do say it back or else it'll be a embarrassing moment for him.

#06. GUNWOOK . . . ✦

He won't say it first even if he can and wants to. That is because he wants to know if you will ever say it first. But again, when he least expects it—he’ll be shy upon hearing an ‘I love you’ directed at him. That too by the one he loves so much. But if he gets an opportunity where the two of you are in the moment, he will definitely go for it and say it first.

#07. RICKY . . . ✦

I know you were expecting to see him on top but let's be honest. You won't like a bull (taurus) to say ‘I love you’ first. And I'm not saying it just so—it’s because Ricky would most probably ruin the moment by saying something else. He's stubborn as heck, so he won't be saying it first but will definitely say it back if you do.

#08. TAERAE . . . ✦

Taerae is not going to say it first. He'd go to his friends for advice, asking how to say ‘I love you’ first. Maybe even go on reddit or quora or other websites he could find. After getting all the moral support he will not say 143 first. It's not because he doesn't love you. But it's because he's too shy to do so, so much that it would hurt him and you at times.

#09. YUJIN . . . ✦

Trust me or not, I'm not putting Yujin at last because he's the maknae. It's because as a pisces myself I can relate to Yujin at times. Even on the boys planet, he was shown as the sensitive and shy typa guy. Which I strongly believe is so close to his real personality. He will NEVER. I repeat. NEVER EVER say I love you first. He's too nervous and shy for that.

NOTE FROM SENA , just realised this is my first zb1 fluff aghhhhh. and I deeply apologize if the reference to zodiac signs is annoying (because I believe it was) might try to use them less when making upcoming ‘most likely to’ works <3

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[teaxeee]

so who in zb1 in your opinion is an ass man and who is a boobs man (or thighs)? 😵‍💫 love u!! 💕

🎀 - anon

OMG POOKIE!! I missed you hehe and I love u too! ANYWAYSSS:

Jiwoong is 100% an ass man like...you've seen the sweat choreo with the ass smack part, so it makes sense that he HAS to grab a handfull of your ass and smack it as he fucks into you from behind, his hips snapping roughly against yours. He loves and I mean LOVES how juicy your ass is, so it's a must to smack it whenever he passes by you.

Zhang Hao definitely loves thighs. Only reason is because he has an excuse of holding them while eating you out. He just loves how soft they are, always has his head on your thighs whenever you both cuddle and he loves holding onto them whenever he fucks you. Most times he doesn't even cum inside you, he has to pull out and cum directly on your thighs, desperate to see them covered with his seed.

Hanbin is into boobs, he just adores how pretty and soft and squishy they look, can always use them as a pillow whenever you cuddle with him. It makes him feel like he's in heaven whenever he has his head resting on your boobs, but also loves to kiss them! He's starting to get a bit obsessed when you let him suck on them, especially after a stressfull day and he needs to do something to clear his mind. He'd be so gentle, his lips latched onto your nipple as he suckles gently, being careful not to accidentally bite down, he just doesn't want to hurt his baby :(

Matthew...is so into thighs. This man needs to have his head CRUSHED by thick thighs, so most of the time he has you sitting on his face while he eats you out, his hands on your hips as he forces you down on his face just so that he can get suffocated, loves it whenever you squeeze his head with your thighs, gets him so dizzy and lightheaded while he devours you. Overall loves how smooth and squishy they feel, literally his go to pillow when cuddling. Loves kissing and biting them, especially marking them because only you and him know where exactly those hickeys are at, so if you do see a new hickey or bite mark on your thighs, at least you'll be reminded of how much he loves them.

Taerae...either boobs or ass I just can't decide!! I feel like he'd be into both. Whenever he plays games on his pc and loses a match...oh boy he gets pissed so bad and just needs that sweet relief, so he'd make you get between his legs and have your tits out and mouth ready. He just loves the sight when he gets a tit job from you, his pre-cum leaking on your soft skin, his cock coated with your saliva as you work him towards an orgasm (which he does cum pretty hard from it). But on more lazy days he prefers to have you sitting on his face, your thighs pressed against his head as his hands roam all over. Fully convinced this man grabs ass and smacks it while you're suffocating him with your pussy.

Ricky loves thighs so much, just loves how squishy they are and how perfect they are for biting. Another reason why he loves them so much is whenever he gets bored he could just slip between your legs and kiss them all over, maybe even leave some hickeys on them if he's in the mood! Whenever he gets subby...he's just gonna want to be all over you, especially your thighs so you let him fuck them! Poor baby becomes a whimpering mess whenever you squeeze your thighs around his aching cock too much which makes it harder for him to move. Maybe he'll become a crying mess by the time he cums on them.

Gyuvin...ASS- no but like literally this man SCREAMS ASS SMACKER/ASS GRABBER. Whenever he gets a chance he just has to smack your ass, doesn't matter where you are he NEEDS to have his hand there. Your ass is mainly the reason he always and I mean ALWAYS wants to fuck you from behind, and he's such a tease too >_< Would literally rub his cock against your ass, groaning from how soft and smooth your skin is as he "misses" getting his cock inside you! Has to give a few slaps as he positions his cock at your entrance and pushes inside, while he gropes it with his other hand, as if it would help him get inside better. When he's close he just loves to pull out, aim his cock right at your ass and cum just at the right moment, coating your skin, maybe even your pussy if you do get lucky.

Gunwook is heavily into thighs. We all know how much touch starved this boy could get so he needs to have his hands on your thighs. Doesn't matter if you're in the car with him or if you're just sitting on his lap and cuddling, he needs to feel your skin. I have a feeling he'd tease you before sex by fucking your thighs. He'd hold them up, his cock moving between your thighs with every thrust while occasionally nudging his tip against your clit, making you wetter than you already are. But of course, he's not that patient to keep up with the teasing, with only a few minutes into it before he actually gets to fuck you, having your thighs pressed against your chest as he stuffs you full of his cock and soon his cum.

[carmesi-butterfly]

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legal line. im sorry yall may be tired of the desperate gyuvin agenda but i live for it

kim jiwoong

he would never hurt you, but a bit of spanking as a punishment for being a bad girl and misbehaving it's acceptable!! his hands slap hard on your ass and pussy but caress it softly <3

zhang hao

completely unbothered by your incessant moans hao will devour your boobs until he feels satisfied with his work, your tits going up and down with every thrust you did while riding him only made them more tempting and attractive in your boyfriend's eyes

sung hanbin

masturbating hanbin was proclamed your favorite activity, the best is that he always says yes :3 at first it starts slow and calm, but he can turn into a mess fast if you don't watch your pace!

seok matthew

whenever matthew held you like this, always managed to make you feel so small... his strong arms holding you into a mating press like nothing and sliding his fat cock into your cunt so easily as if your pussy was made for him!

kim taerae

sex with taerae always felt so passionate and personal, he can have you wherever he wants and always take good care of you like a princess, his hand working profusely on your clit while his dick thrusts are so slow they drive you insane ㅠㅠ he's the romantic type, but i can't lie when i feel he does it to torture you a bit...

shen ricky

his fingers are so deep into your throat, making you choke only by fucking your mouth with them... ricky just wanted to lubricate his fingers a little bit before giving you the best masturbation of your life, but it ended up as an act of "asserting dominance"

kim gyuvin

desperate thoughts accompanied by clumsy and uncoordinated movements,, gyuvin can't stop his thrusts :( his frantic pace made his mind feel dizzy with all the pleasure, poor gyuvin, you shouldn't have neglect him like that

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

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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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 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.”

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 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.

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 happens 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, 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?”

“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 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.”

“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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[cyberkunizz]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ THEN SUDDENLY, IM IN LOVE !!!

< shen ricky smau >

⇢ there is ricky, the ‘popular boy’ half of the school wishes to be with, who honestly looks like an angel and anyone that has seen him at least once can confirm. then there is you, the ‘semi-popular’ girl, with slightly better grades than him. but what happens if your hidden feelings for him suddenly get aired out？

title from lana del rey’s ‘playing dangerous’

IN WHICH! ⇢ after admiring eachother from afar (and some drama), the popular girl and the popular boy end up together!

⋆｡‧˚ʚ GENRE highschool au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, a little bit of angst, social media au + occasional written parts

⋆｡‧˚ʚ RICKY X READER ɞ˚‧｡⋆

⋆｡‧˚ʚ FEATURING: all of zb1, kep1ler’s hikaru, nmixx’s jiwoo, æspa’s karina, newjeans’ hanni and danielle, enha hyung line + ni-ki + more

⋆｡‧˚ʚ STATUS! on hold.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ TAGLIST! open.

PROFILES: 1. ⇢ vegemite munchers

PROFILES: 2. ⇢ silly billies (clinically insane)

ONE. ⇢ gng responds pls…

TWO. ⇢ candy crush players

THREE. ⇢ she bad (at history)

⋆｡‧˚ʚ MORE TBA.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ taglist: @teaxeee @khaelscafe @esther-kpopstan @lovefooi @taylorluvation @xiaoquanquans @laiberry @s4turnb1tch @haecien @1kio0o @honeywonuu @lonelyladyghost @wheatrice @tkooooop @alwayswook

[nnejmai]

zb1 mtl to be affectionate in public?

Most

Gyuvin- self explanatory this man cannot keep his hands to himself. You become Ricky 2.0

Gunwook- is as touchy as gyuvin but plays it off better like always has his hand on the inside of your thigh and rubbing circles on them

Matthew- is touching you any and everywhere always wants to be touching at least one part of your body

Jiwoong- a bit slick when holding your hand, leaving his hand on the small of your back, letting you stand in front of him and keeping his hands on your waist

Hanbin- I feel is not too clingy, rather you are the one clinging to him which he does not mind I just feel like he’d leave that at home and not in public

Ricky- the max I feel like he would do in public is to wrap his hand around your shoulder I feel like he’d be embarrassed but low-key. But if you were shy he’d keep a hand on your inner thigh like gunwook

Hao- would be sheepish when doing so and be slick like gunwook, he’d be fidgeting with your hands

Taerae- definitely prefers to be touchy with you in private. If you ask him to hold your hands he would do so and etc

[seoktized]

back with links ;3 two this time!!! hope you all enjoy <3

nsfw, mdni

jiwoong loves when you let him fuck your face. fingers you while he does it, making you moan around his cock. jiwoong always makes sure to fuck you good after, fucking his pretty girl dumb for being so good for him.

hao getting you all worked up. fingers slowly circling your clit through your panties as he plays with your tits. once you’re all needy & wet, he makes you ride him. praising you while you bounce on him like a good girl.

hanbin punishing you for being a brat. tying you up and stuffing you full with a dildo. you can only stand there and take it while he thrusts the toy in and out of your needy cunt. if you’re still acting up, he has you on all fours, spanking your pussy to remind you that he’s in charge.

matthew loves corrupting you. making a mess of you in front of all your stuffies by degrading you, telling you that you act so innocent but really you’re a little slut for him. something about you holding onto your big teddy while he rails you ignites something in him,, only making him want to corrupt you more.

sucking taerae off while he games. feeling his cock grow in your mouth as he desperately tries not to moan cuz he’s playing with friends. after he cums he turns the game off and leads you to the bed where he eats you out. he loves when you suffocate him with your thighs so he’s moaning into your pussy the whole time.

ricky letting you grind against his face, desperately lapping at your juices as you roll you hips on his tongue. ricky lives for pleasuring you so he’s bending you over the couch, railing into you from behind. he loves watching you shake and cry because his long pretty cock in bullying your insides. always praises you for taking him so well and gives you the most mind blowing orgasms ever for being his good girl.

gyuvin fucking your thighs. he gets so lost in the pleasure and ends up cumming quickly. paints your thighs with thick ropes of cum while he’s moaning for you.. makes up for it by fucking you fast and hard, secretly trying to make you cum fast as well.

being so needy to the point where you’re desperately grinding on gunwook. he sits there and lets you rut against his clothed cock. tells you if you want him so bad you can have him; so you ride him. at first he tells you he’s not gonna help you, but when he feels how tight you’re clenching around him, poor wookie caves in.

[destiny-fics]

Fuck Those (New) Frat Boys

Welcome to the ZB1 Fraternity, how may we help you?

Following the footsteps of the infamous SKZ fraternity, President Sung Hanbin and his fellow frat brothers are maintaining a legacy of important charity work, lavish parties, academic achievement and, of course, catching the eyes and hearts of anyone who meets them.

Which member will catch your eye first?

Pairing: ZB1 Legal Line (Jiwoong-Gyuvin) x Fem!Reader (Individual stories for each member)

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, College!au, Non-Idol!au.

Set in the same universe as my SKZ series "Fuck those frat boys."

Individual warnings will be at the start of each fic

This series is 18+ so minors kindly DNI

Stories

The Teacher's Aid - Kim Jiwoong

"You do know making out in the T.A office is against university policy, right Jiwoong?"

"I do. But I also plan to do a lot more things that break university policy in here too."

The First Chair - Zhang Hao

"You want me...to play in your string quartet?"

"It might not look like it, but I do actually pay attention when you play and you're the best cellist here. Come on, what do you say?"

The Frat President - Sung Hanbin

"Do you ever think that maybe you spread yourself too thin Hanbin?"

"I prefer to say I never back down from a commitment."

The Hallway Crush - Seok Matthew

"I never expected our first meeting to be because you're fucking one of my frat brothers."

Can't exactly say I expected it either Matthew."

The Guitar Player - Kim Taerae

"One night Taerae, and then we can stage a breakup, we just need to convince her so she'll stop setting me up on dates."

"One night, then that's it."

The Frat Sweetheart - Shen Ricky

"You know for the fraternity sweetheart you really are a dick Ricky Shen."

"At least I don't have a perpetual stick up my ass."

The Best Friend - Kim Gyuvin

"No can do, your brother specifically told me not to touch you."

"But my brother didn't tell you that you couldn't look at me."

[shirayuricky]

better than him | zhang hao & sung hanbin

(dividers by @cafekitsune) (requested by anon)

- apart of shirayuricky's 100 followers event -

pairing: zhang hao x sung hanbin x fem! reader (poly)

genre: slight angst, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex (pls use protection), p in v sex, oral (m receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

prompts used: 5 - "do you like it when i touch you like that?" , 10 - "bend over." , 28 - "mine." , 33 - "good girl."

word count: 0.7k

a/n: only the ex-crush part is actually a true experience of mine lol. thank you so much for requesting, anon :)

you felt a little down than usual. and whenever you feel down, you get touch-deprived too. you were sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on nature to kill off the time, and hopefully lifting up your mood.

sipping a glass of water, hao and hanbin walked towards you and sat on either side of you, you between them. "y/n, you seemed a little sad." hanbin said. "yeah, the man i used to have feelings for is apparently such a jerk." you sigh.

"he doesn't deserve you, y/n. you're an amazing girl. it's his loss for not being up to your standards." hao chimed in. hanbin agrees with him, head nodding slowly.

"i would want a comforting hug. that would do the job." you said. the both of them complied, two pairs of arms wrapping around you.

the three of you remained in that position, your eyes glued on the tv screen in front of you. "a documentary?" hanbin asked. "yeah. they say nature helps in easing the bad feelings." you answered.

"y/n, nature is nice, but you know? we can provide you another type of relief." hao said. "what kind of relief?" you asked. "we'll show you." hao answered.

hao leans his face closer to yours, lips almost brushing against each other. "can i kiss you, sweetheart?" he asked. "yes, you may." you accepted. he slowly kissed you, before he deepens it. and it made you gasp. hao took this chance and slid his tongue into your open mouth, swirling it against yours. he then lets go, the both of you breathless. "damn, that felt...hot." you admitted. "but there's something hotter than his kiss." hanbin said. "and what's that?" you asked.

hanbin pulled you towards him. "can i touch you?" he asked. you nod, giving him the permission. his touch started soft, caressing your shoulders and arms with a soft touch. but as the seconds fly, his touch starts to ignite a heat within you, his hands are everywhere. your shoulders, your arms, your chest and your thighs. he left every single inch untouched.

a lot of breathy gasps escape your lips, your hand on his back, trying to bring him closer to you. "do you like it when i touch you like that?" hanbin asked. "like it so much, hanbin.." you said in between gasps and soft moans. "stand up." hanbin instructed. you stood up as what has been told. "bend over." hao said, pointing to the armrest of the couch.

you bent over the armrest, both hanbin and hao undressing you before undressing themselves. hanbin approaches behind you, slowly pushing his cock into your already wet core. a lengthy moan escaped your lips as he began to thrust himself in and out of you.

hao made his way to you and shushed you with a kiss. it felt so difficult, hanbin was fucking you so good. "good girl." hao said in between kisses. before you could respond, hanbin pulls out of you and laid you down on the couch.

"suck on his cock." hanbin said, pushing himself back in you, thrusting roughly. you took hao's cock into your mouth, your mouth, tongue and the vibrations from your moans made his mind feel cloudy.

hanbin then applies pressure on your clit with his thumb, rubbing it at every thrust. "mine." hanbin said. "all ours to pleasure." hao continued. you are such a mess beneath the two, but you like it so much. "gonna cum for us, baby?" hao asked. you let out a hum, saying yes.

it didn't take long. moments after, you cum, your walls throbbing around hanbin's cock. and that made hanbin cum intensely, spilling his load into you. hao then did the same, painting your mouth white as some of his cum spills out of your mouth. you were fast enough to put it back to your mouth to swallow it.

the three of you are spent but satisfied, your body now between hanbin's and hao's. both of them took turns to kiss you. "took us so well, baby." hao praises. "he's right. and we fuck much better than the man you used to crush on." hanbin said. you giggled. "yeah, right. i don't deserve him at all." you said. "that's our girl." hanbin gives you another kiss.

safe to say, your mind is now occupied by the both of them. and of course, they have a lot of love and care to give to you.

[bubbleseo]

How do you think each zb1 member would be as porn plots🥶

jiwoong- ceo fucking his secretary

hao- fucking in an empty college classroom

hanbin- overstimulation with praise

matthew- has a whole channel documenting size training and everyone keeps up to see your progress and celebrates when he posts a video of you taking him for the first time

taerae- pegging

ricky- fucking in an empty parking lot in the back of his expensive car

gyuvin- sweet morning sex full of kisses and sleepy moans

[fanbasetwo]

ZB1 TEXTS AFTER A FIGHT , (💬)

pairing: boyfriend ! zb1 × girlfriend ! afab reader, genre: fluff, smau, synopsis: basically zb1 texting you after an argument/fight [MASTERLIST!!]

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[teaxeee]

Here me out…zb1 legal line when you squirt for the first time -🐰

So I took my sweet time cause I couldn't come up with ANYTHING while on Tumblr, glad google docs helps. ANYWAYSSSS:

ZB1 (legal line): when you squirt for the first time

Jiwoong wouldn't be surprised, as he expected you to already squirt for the first time, but he can't lie and not say that he found it very hot, if your first time squirting was when his cock was deep inside your pussy, then he'd go crazy and speed up the pace, as he wants to see you do it again

Zhang Hao would be surprised, especially if it's because he's eating you out. He'd pull away and stare at you, as he gets more aroused due to the fact you squirted because of his mouth! He'd dive right back in and gently lick at your entrance before he slides his tongue in carefully, watching you become a moaning mess

Hanbin would be taken off guard, since he didn't expect you to squirt at all, as you're both sitting in front of the mirror, your back against his chest and your legs spread apart as he has his fingers buried deep in your pussy, as he sees the mess you made. But that doesn't stop him at all from continuing, as he starts to thrust his fingers inside of you again while you moan and whimper from his fingers. He starts kissing your neck to help you calm down as he tells you "you did such a good job princess, I'm so proud of you", which makes you become more sensitive from his touch

Matthew wouldn't be surprised too, but he'd find it such a huge turn on as he makes you squirt from both his fingers buried inside of you and his mouth attached to your clit, trying to push you over the edge as you cry out from the stimulation and grip his hair, making him grunt against your pussy as he keeps eating you out, not planning to stop anytime soon

Taerae wouldn't mind it at all, as he keeps your legs spread apart, all while fucking his tongue in your pussy as you squirt on his tongue. He notices how sensitive you've became so quickly but he doesn't stop, his tongue only doing wonders on you as you become a mess from the way he's making you feel

Ricky would become a but flustered and shy as he realizes what you've done, as he slows down his thrusts, seeing how weak you've become as you squirted from how good he fucked you with his cock. He lets you calm down for a bit before he starts thrusting again, making you become a moaning mess

Gyuvin would be surprised but excited, since he made you squirt with his cock being buried deep inside of you. He'd be so proud that he made you squirt but ask if you're feeling okay and if you want to continue, overall he'll probably be hyper about it and not let it die for a few days, he'll bring it up ALL THE TIME.