Maybe dragging your boyfriend out to go shopping when he was in the middle of song writing wasn’t your greatest idea, but the poor man needed a break. All he’d done the past month was sit hunched over his desk, scribbling away on paper before either setting it to the side or tossing it in the direction of the waste bin. He was going to work himself to death.
The stores weren’t too terribly crowded. You were skipping around the store, grabbing everything that caught your eye. Hanbin was behind you, holding all your bags with a blank stare. Even when he was out he was trying to work.
“Hanbin,” you said, giving him a pointed look. He blinked, looking at you.
“What?” he asked.
“Come on, this is supposed to be distracting you from work,” you said, nudging him slightly.
“I know babe. Come on, why don’t you try some of this stuff on.” You nodded, dragging him to the dressing rooms. He handed you your stuff and collapsed onto the couch. You began trying on the different outfits, looking at yourself in the mirror before stepping out to show Hanbin.
You were trying on one particular dress when the zipper seemed to get jammed. You struggled a bit before calling your boyfriend in. He stepped in quickly and laughed at you.
“It’s not funny!” you huffed. He continued to laugh, shaking his head at you.
“How do you keep getting stuck in these situations?” You let out a huff as he slid the zipper up your back. “There. All better.” You turned to stare at yourself in the mirror. It wasn’t what you would call a modest dress. It stopped at the top of your thighs, and was definitely a little tight, but you certainly didn’t hate the dress.
Hanbin came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed gentle kisses to the nape of your neck, making you giggle and shiver. He continued to kiss along your neck, sliding his hands back to squeeze your hips. You hummed, leaning in your head back.
“I like this dress,” he murmured against your skin, pulling you back against him. You could feel just how much he liked it.
He quickly spun you around, pressing his mouth against yours. The kiss was hot, wet, and sloppy. You grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He responded by tugging at the zipper of the dress. You dropped your arms so it could pool around your feet. He began walking you backwards until your back pressed against the cold mirror. You let out a gasp, throwing your head back.
“Hanbin. Someone could hear us.”
“Then I guess you better keep quiet, huh.” He continued kissing you. His hands traveled around your body, squeezing everything now and then. His hands slowly began to move down your body, along with the rest of him. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he nudged you with his nose.
He lifted one of your legs up to throw it over his shoulder. He moved your underwear to the side before he gave you a long, slow lick. Your thighs tensed as you fought the urge to moan. He did it a few more times before he dove right in. You kept your head pressed against the mirror as your hands gripped his hair.
He refused to hold back as he licked and prodded you until you were a shaking mess above him. Only then did he stand up, pulling you along as he sat on the bench in the dressing room, shoving the clothes to the floor. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down until they were barely below his ass, just enough for his dick to spring free.
He rubbed himself against you, lubing himself up so he could slide into you easier. Slowly you lowered yourself onto him, biting your lips to keep from moaning. Once you were seated, you began moving up and down. He gripped your hips, watching as you bounced up and down.
“Just like that babe,” he whispered in your ear, licking along the shell. “God you’re amazing.” One of his hands traveled down to rub soft and persistent circles on your clit. You buried your head in his neck, letting out a quiet moan into his skin. He moved his thumb faster, feeling as you began to shake above him. He didn’t stop until he felt your entire body tense above him before going slack.
He pulled you off him, setting you to the side of him. You cuddled up into his side, catching your breath and letting your heart slow down. He tucked himself back into his jeans and began collecting the scattered clothes.
“What about you?” you asked. He smirked, turning to look at you.
“Oh don’t worry, I plan to finish this when we’re home and I can hear you scream.” He shot you a wink as you began giggling. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before allowing you to get dressed. You could always try it all at home anyway.
