"After performing in a sold-out concert in Seoul, Hanbin finally slipped out of the spotlight. The day had been long—hours of choreography fixes, interviews, and keeping the younger members focused. Leading ZEROBASEONE wasn’t easy, and tonight had drained the last bit of energy from him.
“Finally… some time to breathe,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders as the elevator doors closed behind him. He loved his members deeply, but he needed moments like these—moments where he could stop being “Leader Hanbin” and just be himself.
It was past midnight when he reached the hotel floor. He pulled on a white tank top and some shorts he dug up from his suitcase, his hair still slightly damp from a quick shower, and made his way to the quiet hotel gym. He couldn't lie, his sex drive has been getting to him these days and he couldn't stop hiding it. Today, during one of the performances, his bulge was prominent in his pants as he performed, cause of something (or someone) that just aroused him in the moment*
He pushed open the gym door—expecting silence.
Instead, he saw you."
hope you could try it out for fun! i would like to know any improvements i can make; and if you want me to try diff. idols, do lmk too!
moonie! just had random thoughts after seeing hanbin at the yonsei performance and i am thinking what if nonidol hanbin finishing his performance and everyone heads for drinks after and you both end up hooking up drunk but it ends with goofy aftercare this lowkey sounds like a mess 😶🌫️
APOLOGIES THROUGH AND THROUGH!! THIS TOOK WAYYYYYY TOO LONG AND I JUST FORGOT ABOUT THIS!! I’m so sorry anon, I don’t even know if you keep up with me anymore 😭 but anyway here it is…
Hanbin mumbles your name, gripping your ass with gentle strength, enough to mark you up but not to hurt. “You like that don’t you baby?” You smirk, bouncing a tad bit faster watching the way his eyes roll to the back of head, his black hair becoming a little sweaty near his bangs.
“Mhm!!” He nuzzles his face in your neck, muttering out grateful phrases and desperate pleas. Eventually when you both finished, you softly help him pull out, discarding the condom and watching him rest against the headboard.
“I was so drunk a while ago, you fucked it right out of me.” He laughs and you smile back, adoring the redness on his cheeks, partly from the excess alcohol he chugged earlier and the other from having you on his dick.
“I’ve liked you since freshman year you know…” you say, standing up with some difficulty but you needed to stretch your legs and clean him up.
“No kidding…You were pretty obvious about it.” His voice drips with sarcasm, probably hinting at the fact that you scowled at him every time you saw him. “No look that was…” you trail off as you enter the bathroom, turning on the tap at the sink and getting a hand towel. “Look, I really liked you but like I also hate how you’re good at EVERYTHING…like name one thing you aren’t good at.” You get the towel back and softly dab it on his abs and thighs.
“Sex.” He answers with not even an ounce of hesitation. “Like I mean…sure okay I’m fine at the act itself but foreplay, aftercare, I don’t know I feel like I get too caring and I might creep them out you know…” he rubs his neck shyly, seeing you take care of him.
“Okay then mr.too caring take care me of me too.”
Hanbin cuddles your naked body, patting your head, lulling you to sleep. “Soft kitty warm-”
“Is that the lullaby from Big Bang theory?” You interrupt his honey voice
“Hell yea! You know that show??” He squeals with joy. “Most people do.” You reply with a certain indifference. “You’d be surprised at the amount of people that don’t.” He snaps back. “I’m pretty sure…that’s an incorrect statistic.” You speak out and you both sit up, a banter forming.
So about 15 minutes later, you came to the conclusion that Hanbin mostly talked with people that enjoyed k dramas more than American sitcoms, a simple idea that took ages to form since you both were still riding the high of booze.
“Anyway, let me sing you the lullaby more.”
“Hanbin I’m not a baby…You don’t have to do that”
His lips pout and his eyes turn round like boba pearls, making you give in and cuddle him back, listening to his perfect voice reciting that stupid rhyme.
“For the record, you’re my boyfriend now.”
“Well….isnt that like…obvious?” He asks, kissing the tip of your nose, smiling like an idiot.
Warnings: 18+ (Mature Readers Only). This is a one-shot inspired by the 2002 film Secretary and contains explicit sexual content, boss/secretary power dynamics, light BDSM elements (spanking, dominance/submission), and suggestive language.
Kim Hanbin always marks your mistakes in red ink, and maybe, he's enjoying it a little too much.
In the month you’d been working as Hanbin’s secretary, this was the first time he stepped out of his office to call you out—over a freaking typo.
“You missed a letter,” he muttered, tapping the error with his pen on the document you’d printed. His cologne hit you—musky and leather, a scent that pulled at your senses.
“Do it again,” he said, voice firm.
“Yes, sir. My apologies.” You snatched the document back, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremor in your fingers.
You were about to begin the rework when you noticed he still hadn’t moved. His fingers hovered on the edge of your chair, tapping against it.
You glanced over your shoulder and caught him looking at your blouse—not in a sexual way, but in that piercing, assessing look that made you swallow. There was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “Starting tomorrow, I want you looking presentable for our clients.”
He turned away, already heading back to his office, but added one more thing: “And stop biting your lip when you type. It gives the wrong impression.”
You almost bawled your eyes out the moment his office door clicked shut.
Hanbin hadn’t stopped testing you since that day. It was as if he were always looking for a fault in your work—in everything you did. You dressed better. You prepared his coffee exactly the way he liked it. Still, he’d say, “You forgot an extra teaspoon of sugar.” So you made it a habit to leave a packet beside his mug. You even trained yourself not to bite your lip anymore. Yet, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe he was just waiting for you to quit.
And of course—the damn red ink, circling your typos. Why did he have to act like a professor grading papers? You’d had enough.
So when everyone finally went home, you stayed behind and walked straight into his office.
“Come in,” he said. You found him by the window, watering the small plant he always kept in his office.
“I need to talk to you.”
He set the watering can down and faced you, his expression unreadable.
“I always do what you ask, sir, but I don’t know what else you want from me.”
He said nothing at first—just stared. But when his voice came, it was calm—too calm. It rattled you more than if he’d raised his voice.
“Do you?”
“Y-yes. No offense, sir, but… I think you’re doing it on purpose.”
His brow lifted. “Is that what you think?”
He stepped forward, slowly closing the space between you, inch by inch.
“You’re a perfectionist. Maybe even controlling,” you said, fighting the urge to shrink back. “But I won’t give up easily. You can’t break me, sir.”
You kept your eyes fixed ahead, his presence still clear in your peripheral vision.
Something ignited in his eyes—interest, challenge.
“Really?”
“Try me,” you said, surprised by how steady your voice sounded.
Silence.
Then he ordered, “Bend over the desk.”
“Excuse me?” you breathed, unsure you’d heard him right.
“You heard me.” His voice left no room for confusion, something darker simmering underneath.
You froze, pulse spiking. The air around you grew thick.
Hanbin stood behind you, like a predator circling its prey.
“I said, bend over,” he repeated, his voice now dangerously low.
And you did. You obeyed, bending over and pressing your palms to the cool wood of his desk, heart hammering in your ears as you waited for what would come next.
Hanbin began by caressing your back, and your body shivered under his touch.
Carefully, his hand drifted lower, reaching your skirt. He paused, lifting the fabric just enough before letting it slip away.
He took in the sight of the black lace underwear barely visible through your stockings, eyes tracing the curve of your ass down to the back of your thighs. You waited, breath held, your body aching for the return of his touch.
At last, he unfastened your stockings and slid your underwear down with maddening control. His palm pressed against your bare skin—testing, feeling—as if searching for the perfect spot.
Without a word—slap!
You gasped, the sudden sting stealing your breath.
Another strike—harder this time.
Then another. And another.
He didn’t stop until you’d lost count. By the time he was done and satisfied, your ass throbbed, red and burning. You winced as you pulled your skirt back up, the fabric scraping raw against your skin.
Leaning in, he whispered in your ear, “Now, go home.”
That day had changed everything; going to work each morning thrilled you like never before.
Hanbin felt it too—though he made sure you’d never know. He maintained his composure, face impassive, speaking only when necessary—usually when you made a mistake, which, more often than not, you did on purpose.
“What did I say about commas?” he’d scold you, tone clipped.
“Sorry, sir. I’ll fix it.”
“Do it again.”
“Yes, sir. I will.”
“You’ve been slipping.”
“I know.”
“I gave you more responsibility because I thought you could handle it.”
“I can,” you said through clenched teeth.
You couldn’t tell if he was convinced. His gaze locked on you in a way that made you feel exposed—like he was dissecting you, as if you were something to be figured out.
And yet, he made you feel seen.
“Bring them back to me as soon as you're done. Don’t use your hands.”
“Understood, sir.”
Again, you obeyed him.
An hour later, you entered his office, the papers clutched delicately between your lips. He saw that your lipstick had been wiped off, leaving only the clean imprint of your effort. He watched as you placed the papers on his desk neatly—no smudges, just proof of your attentiveness. His expression didn’t falter, but you were almost certain his fingers had tightened around his pen.
He hated to admit it, but he liked it. He liked when you improvised—how you found clever ways to accomplish every task he gave you. And this time, you’d used your jaw, your mouth. A mouth he often thought about kissing. Hard.
You both kept it up every day of the week—undetected by anyone else at the firm. No one suspected a thing.
You two were unconventional—didn’t even hold hands in the break room.
But Hanbin had his ways.
He would leave notes on your desk in that annoyingly perfect handwriting of his. Little praises. Daring challenges. Sometimes, just your name written in red ink—like a secret only the two of you understood.
In the following months, Hanbin noticed how much you’d changed. The woman who had often avoided his gaze now looked him straight in the eyes—the same woman who used to apologize even for minor things. You stood taller. Spoke clearer. You had learned to be confident in yourself.
As for him, you weren’t just the fire in his loins—you’d become a light in his life. A light he wanted to keep. For a long time.
One night, after everyone had gone home, he found you still at your computer, typing away. He knew you were pretending, as you always did—finding excuses to stay late so you could wait for him.
“You never give up, do you?”
You looked up, a playful smile on your lips. “Never.”
Hanbin’s gaze glinted. “Can you do this… twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?”
“You know I can,” you replied, daring, matching the spark in his stare.
For the first time ever, you saw Hanbin smile. God, he looked so good when he smiled—it made your heart jump.
“I’ve made reservations at this Italian place… for us.”
Your smile widened. “Are you asking me out on a date, sir?”
He nodded.
“You know what this means, right?” you teased.
“Yes,” he said softly. “It means this.”
Hanbin walked around your desk, took your hand, and gently pulled you to your feet.
Then he kissed you—not rushed, not demanding. Just real.
imagine having to share a hotel room and the same bed on a school trip with enemy hanbin. then in the middle of the night you wake up to him cuddling you and his hand moves somewhere else to tease you 😣😣
(ANON I JUST GOT BACK HERE and you're making me insane, well anyways)
one hotel room can fit two at maximum. it has to be done because of budget constraints for the trip. you never even wanted to be paired with your enemy, but here you are. sharing one bed with him even though you don't even like it, not even one bit.
it took you half an hour to really sleep because you felt so irritated. so you slept, hoping he would not cause any inconvenience to you. however...around 3 am, you woke up and found yourself trapped in a cuddle, hanbin's arms wrapped around your waist as if he didn't want to let you go. and his hand was gripping the hem of your sleep shirt.
"hanbin..." you said. "yes...? you want this?" he said, his fingers are literally beneath your sleep shirt now. his touch felt chilly but it turns you on somehow. "yeah...i want it..." you said, leaning towards his touch.
his hand went deeper and reached your chest, squeezing it. and fuck that felt good. his thumbs flickered up and down your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure to your core. as if hanbin's sensing it...he placed his thigh between your legs, grinding it against your clothed pussy.
he won't go into the real thing, but it's enough to make you a mess.
blonde hanbin does things to me that i can’t grasp. when mans has his eyes rolled back 😩😩
i feel you because
imagine you’re sucking hanbin off after a performance, is blonde hair sticking to his forehead as his skin glistened with a thin coat of sweat. his shirt sleeves rolled up, showing off his strong forearms. his hand travels to the back of your head, keeping it in place. “that’s it doll, just like that.” what would really send him over the edge is you looking up at him, batting your lashes as you swirled your tongue around his dick. “fuck yeah, keep looking at me like that.” he could feel his high coming, dick twitching in your mouth. “i’m close baby, can i cum in your mouth?” to which you responded with a moan, attempting to nod. he released with a slightly loud groan, his hand tangled in your hair. once you caught your breath, he brought you up into a kiss, his hands never leaving your body.
hard dom!hanbin who would fuck you so deep and rough, hitting your sweet spot with his dick, and at such a good angle too. he’s into hair pulling, whether it’s you or him receiving it he doesn’t care. in doggy style, he’d tug your hair, forcing your head to look up at him (spider-man style) “so fucking pretty.” he’d groan out, muscles tensing at how fast he’s fucking into you. in missionary, however, he’d keep an eye on you, watching as your mouth hung open, tongue sticking out and eyes rolling back. “you love it, don’t you? love being fucked dumb by me, huh, pretty?” his voice is like honey, but the words are so dirty. you’d wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto his forearms. he’d smile as he felt you clench around him, “b-binnie,, ‘m gonna cum.” he brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it in a fast motion. “just like that baby, cum for me. do it for me.” you let yourself go, screaming his name as loud as you can as you coated his dick in your juices. hanbin kept praising you as he kept the same pace, “think you can do one more for me?”
hanbin: oh he 100% would lose his mind, especially since you sent a pic of you in a very short skirt while he was at work. “baby please, you know i’m at work.” he could feel his pants tightening, crossing his legs and hoping no one sees. once it was over, he drove as fast as he could to your shared apartment, quickly running up to your room. “hi sweet boy~” you say teasingly, still in the same outfit you wore, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, “baby please, come on” he said with a smile. you thought about teasing him more to test how mean he could get, pushing him away from you. he brought a hand up to your neck, his grip tight yet gentle. “you think you can get away with this, hm? teasing me like that? absolutely not.”
gyuvin: he’d be more of the needy side, only getting mean when he got impatient. “y/n please, i need you.” he said desperately, whining for you to touch him. you kept playing with his pants, smirking up at him. “aww is my gyu needy, hm?” he was taken aback, you? having control over him? no way, not now at least. “what did you say?” his voice deepened, sending a wave of arousal through your body. “you wanna do this? you asked for it.” he replied, pulling you by the waist into a passionate kiss. “you wanted mean, right? well i’ll give you mean.”
