When He Snaps | B.I. x Reader
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When He Snaps | Kim Hanbin x Reader Wordcount: 1,195 Commissioned by: @linedheart Summary: smut - Your days off were meant to be spent lounging at home, but maybe the studio wasn’t the worst place to spend the day.
“Binnie,” you whine, your chin on his shoulder.
“I’m almost done,” he said, but you pouted in response. He had definitely said the same thing an hour earlier.
You rubbed your face on his shoulder and let out a long low sigh, fiddling with the distressed denim on his thigh. He ignored you, his focus completely on his computer screen. You watched him a moment longer, then planted a kiss on his cheek, and he muttered a quick “thank you,” his focus not wavering.
You pouted again, wishing you could be doing literally anything other than sitting in a tiny cramped studio with your boyfriend who was supposed to be spending your day off with you. You were expecting to pick him up from his studio, then go back to your apartment to watch Hyori’s Bed & Breakfast, and maybe make out a little bit and see where that took you. You were even scrubbing, wearing a too-big sweatshirt you had stolen from Hanbin and a pair of running shorts that had never seen a treadmill. You were ready to be lazy on your couch with the cuddliest boyfriend you could ask for.
You wondered how much longer one could rearrange the same five notes. Especially when you’d much rather he rearrange your guts.
A moment passed before you put another kiss on his cheek, getting the same “thank you” as before. You circled a finger further up his thigh, and his leg began to bounce. It may have been nothing, but you were pretty sure he was starting to notice your impatience.
You wondered what you could do to catch his affections, what kind of dirty tricks you needed to play. Your hand was already dangerously close to his crotch with no avail, and you didn’t particularly want to initiate before Hanbin had hinted at some interest in the activity you had in mind. You wracked your mind for a more subtle approach.
It took a long while, but you finally decided on something that wasn’t quite as subtle as you had convinced yourself it was. Hanbin had a sensitivity - his neck. Licks and bites and kisses across his throat made him weak, and you knew this well. So, you licked a quick stripe up the side of his neck, hoping to get the right reaction.
Hanbin flinched, putting a hand on the set stripe on his neck. “Did you just lick me?”
“No?”
He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, making you giggle. “What’s with you today?”
You shrugged. “Nothing.”
He slowly went back to his work, but as soon as he settled, you licked his neck again, dissatisfied with the reaction you got. This time, he stood in response.
“What are you trying to accomplish here?”
You looked up at him, looming over you, and your throat felt dry. “I just want a little attention.” Your voice sounded quiet even to you.
“Stand up.”
You stood up, extremely aware of how close the action put the two of you in this closet of a workspace. Hanbin grabbed your hand, putting it on his crotch, and your eyes almost fell out in shock when you felt his already growing erection.
“This kind of attention?” Hanbin asked. “You know my neck is sensitive. Is this what you wanted?”
You swallowed. This almost didn’t seem like your boyfriend, but you knew better than to complain. “Yes.”
He dropped your wrist and spun you around harshly, hands landing on your hips while you gasped, grabbing the desk for support. He quickly pulled your hair aside and bit down on your neck, hands pulling your ass into him. You groaned, despite your whiplash from the situational switch, and did your best to not bend over the desk in excitement, especially because that would stop the wonderful work Hanbin was putting into your neck.
His fingers migrated upwards, under the loose sweatshirt you wore, gripping at your waist and urging the fabric upwards. You took the hint, and when he disconnected himself from your neck, you pulled the top off and tossed it haphazardly aside. He immediately undid your bra and pulled it off you, kneading your breasts as he kissed a line down your shoulder. You groaned again, the gasped when Hanbin pushed you over the desk with a steady hand on your spine.
You forced things aside, the mouse clattering unceremoniously to the floor to make way for your body. His hands slid under your shorts, gripping at your ass as you tried to back it up onto him, but he held you steady.
Without warning, Hanbin pulled your shorts and underwear down in one movement, and the cold air hit your core, pulling a hiss out of your lips. He ran a rough finger along your slit, your knees practically buckling. You let out a moan, your forehead hitting the desk as he slipped two fingers in you.
“How long have you been wanting this, babe?” His voice was low, you almost didn’t recognize it. “You’re soaking.”
You whimpered as he used his slickened digits to rub your clit, your knees bowing. You didn’t even realize he had shoved down the waistband of his jeans until you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance.
Instinctively, you pushed backwards, desperate for him. He thrusted into you, burying himself as deep as he could, grabbing your wrist and holding it against your spine. You groaned as he continued his thrusting into you, with seemingly no worry about whether or not you had adjusted. As your groans turned into whimpers, then practical screeches, he pulled you vertical by your biceps and pivoted, pushing you against the door and covering your mouth.
“Don’t make so much noise,” he said. “I’m at work.”
You wanted to say something, tell him it was a Saturday and that if you had any say, the two of you would be the furthest from his work as you possibly could be, but you really weren’t in a position to say much of anything.
With his free hand, he gripped your hip as he pumped up into you. You wailed into his palm, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release. Even as your orgasm pulsed around him and your legs shook, he continued burying himself into you repeatedly until tears were falling down your cheeks.
He pulled out, and you all but collapsed into him. He spun you, hiking your thighs onto his hips. He guided himself back into you and your jaw fell open, finally being able to look him in the eyes as he fucked you.
Hanbin’s brows were furrowed, his tongue peeking out of his lips as he concentrated on chasing his own end. Your ankles crossed behind him, and his hand found your mouth again when you let out a high pitched moan. You were edging on overstimulation as his thrusts became erratic, slamming into you over and over. He dropped his forehead onto yours, finally making eye contact. You did your best to maintain as he buried himself, finally shooting into you.
You decided spending the day in his studio wasn’t so bad afterall.