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Sung Hanbin x Zhang Hao (한빈 x 하오) neulbin ⋆ haobin ⋆ binneul ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ fluff * cute
𐙚 one shot story
A love feels like home
Here lies a tale of Zhang Hao and Sung Hanbin from zerobaseoneーtwo souls finding harmony in each other amidst the noise of the world. ♬
Reminder: These stories are purely fictional. Readーjust don't think too much ！
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Tales to read, when you're awake at 3 a.m. Where the whole world is sleeping ᝰ.ᐟ
Word count: 1.4k #first_tale
The moonlight spilled softly through the large windows of the dorm, casting a gentle glow over the living room. It was nearing midnight, and the silence of the space was comforting. Zhang Hao sat curled up on the corner of the couch, his phone resting on the table in front of him. He had tried to sleep earlier, but like the past few nights, rest evaded him. He even tried some relaxation music to help himself, but none of them worked.
His white hoodie was securing him from the slight cold. He hugged his knees as he was placing them on the couch. He needed a good night's sleep, but could not. He has not been able to get proper sleep lately.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The weight of recent schedules, expectations, and his own thoughts seemed to press down on him. At first, he hadn't told anyone, not wanting to be a burden, but it had begun to show in the smallest ways-his energy dipping during practice, his focus faltering during rehearsals. His state was not normal.
Hanbin, as perceptive as ever, noticed.
"Hao hyung, you've been quieter these days," he had said one night during a break in practice. "Is everything okay?"
Zhang Hao had tried to brush it off with a smile. "It's nothing, Just tired. Don't worry about me." Zhanghao did not want to throw his weaknesses at others.
But Hanbin did worry. He always did.
That night, as Zhang Hao stared at the floor in the darkened dorm, resting his chin on his knees, the sound of the door clicking open startled him. Hanbin stepped in, his hoodie pulled up, and his hair slightly messy. Hanbin's hair was still slightly wet.
"Bin?" Zhang Hao sat up, surprised. "Why aren't you asleep?"
Hanbin shrugged, closing the door behind him. "Couldn't sleep," he said simply. But the way his eyes scanned Zhang Hao told a different story.
Without another word, Hanbin walked over and plopped down next to him on the couch. He pulled Zhang Hao into a hug, wrapping his arms securely around his hyung. Zhang Hao froze for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden closeness. Hanbin tightened his wrap around Hao and snuggled as close as he could. Zhanghao could smell the soft cologne he had. His slightly wet hair made Zhanghao chill. Hao could do nothing but snuggle into Hanbin.
"Bin, what are you-"
"You've been struggling, hyung," Hanbin murmured, his voice soft but firm. "You don't have to hide it from me. you know that hyung... You can tell me anything." Hanbin placed Hao's head on his chest, ruffling the older's silky brownish hair.
Zhang Hao felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't realize how much he had needed this-someone to see him, to acknowledge his struggle without judgment. He felt so warm. Zhang Hao gripped Hanbin's attire.
"I just... I haven't been able to sleep," Zhang Hao admitted quietly, his voice cracking slightly. "There's so much going on in my head. I feel like I can't keep up sometimes." His words muffled as he breathed hanbin's scent, still his head on hanbin's chest.
Hanbin pulled back just enough to look Zhang Hao in the eyes. His gaze was steady, filled with concern and something deeper-something that made Zhang Hao's chest tighten.
"You're doing so well, Hao hyung," Hanbin said, his hand resting gently on Zhang Hao's cheeks, rubbing his thumb on the soft moist skin. "You're strong, talented, and you've worked so hard to get here. It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes, but you don't have to go through it alone. Hyyung, I really really admire you"
Zhang Hao blinked, his vision blurring slightly with unshed tears. He hadn't cried in so long, but Hanbin's words broke through the walls he had built around himself.
"Thank you, Hanbin" Zhang Hao whispered, his voice trembling.
Hanbin smiled, pulling him back into the hug. "From now on, whenever you feel like this, just tell me. I'll be here. Always."
Hanbin's fingers gently combed through the soft strands of Zhang Hao's hair, his touch steady and comforting. His other arm was wrapped securely around the older's waist, holding him close as if shielding him from the weight of the world. A few muffled sounds escaped from Zhang Hao, but Hanbin didn't press him for an explanation. Instead, he began to hum a soft lullaby, his voice low and soothing, as his hand continued its tender movements.
Zhang Hao, overwhelmed by the younger's warmth and care, felt a rush of emotions welling up inside him. Before he could stop them, silent tears slipped from his eyes, dampening the fabric of Hanbin's hoodie. Hanbin noticed the wetness against his shoulder but chose to ignore it, a small smile playing on his lips. It was Zhang Hao's tears, after all-that was his Hao hyung. To Hanbin, something so fleeting and raw was far more precious than any concern over his clothes.
All that mattered was holding him closer, letting him know he wasn't alone.
The soft, comforting scent of Hanbin wrapped around Zhang Hao like a warm blanket, lulling him into a gentle drowsiness. Nestled securely in Hanbin's arms, he slowly drifted into dreamland, his breathing growing slow and steady. A few minutes later, Hanbin heard soft snorts escaping from the older, a sure sign that he had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep. The sound brought a wave of contentment to Hanbin's heart, and he couldn't help but smile.
His eyes softened as he looked down at Zhang Hao, who was snuggled up against him like a child seeking solace. Despite being older, Zhang Hao often had a way of melting into Hanbin's presence, letting himself be doted on like a little boy. It was a side of him that Hanbin cherished deeply.
Hanbin's gaze lingered on Zhang Hao's serene expression, his chest rising and falling in a calm, rhythmic pattern. Unable to resist, Hanbin leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Zhang Hao's tousled hair, the familiar scent of their shared shampoo filling his senses.
"You smell nice," Hanbin whispered softly, his words carrying a playful warmth as a small smile tugged at his lips.
For a moment, he simply held him closer, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment speak louder than any words ever could.
That night marked the beginning of a new routine. Whenever Zhang Hao felt the weight of everything becoming too much, Hanbin would hug him as soon as they got home, holding him close and reminding him that he wasn't alone.
It became a habit-one that Zhang Hao found himself looking forward to. The warmth of Hanbin's embrace, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the quiet reassurance of his words became Zhang Hao's anchor.
One night, as Hanbin hugged him tightly after practice, Zhang Hao found himself leaning into the younger boy's touch, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know when it had started, but his feelings for Hanbin had grown beyond friendship.
"Bin," Zhang Hao murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" Hanbin replied, his chin resting on Zhang Hao's shoulder.
Zhang Hao hesitated, his fingers curling tightly around the soft fabric of Hanbin's hoodie. His chest rose and fell with unspoken emotions, and after a pause, his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible. "Thank you... for everything."
Hanbin leaned back just slightly, enough to meet Zhang Hao's gaze. His eyes, warm and searching, locked onto the older boy's face, and in that moment, the world seemed to fall silent. The space between them grew charged, heavy with words that didn't need to be spoken.
"You don't have to thank me, hyung," Hanbin murmured, his tone tender and unwavering. "I just... I care about you. So much."
The raw sincerity in Hanbin's voice hit Zhang Hao like a tidal wave, leaving him momentarily breathless. His heart stumbled in his chest, and before doubt could creep in, he leaned forward, letting his forehead rest softly against Hanbin's.
"I care about you too," Zhang Hao confessed, his voice quivering with vulnerability.
Hanbin's lips curved into the kind of smile that felt like coming home-gentle, reassuring, and full of love. "Then let me take care of you, hyung."
A tear escaped down Zhang Hao's cheek, shimmering in the soft light. He nodded, his defenses crumbling in the warmth of Hanbin's words. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight pressing on his chest lifted, and he could finally breathe again.
As they sat there in the quiet dorm, wrapped in each other's arms, Zhang Hao realized that he had found something he hadn't even known he was searching for-
a love that felt like home.
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My very first one shot story post on tumblr. And this work is mine. I've uploaded this on wattpad too.
it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it. ˒´-
꣑ ࣪˒ 〈 🌰 〉 ･ 3.4k
ρairings ˒ husband!soobin x reader
ɠ ; smut ˒ fluff
ωarnings ˒ breeding kink, soobin rlly wants to get reader pregnant, lactation kink, general smut, traditional roles, tradwife reader, whiny soobin, breast fondling, mentions of balls cause i know how some people feel abt that, they’re both whiny for each other, soobin’s big, and lmk if i missed anything!
✎୭ ashlynn's note this one’s at the request of my lovely @biteyoubiteme! i love you baby, and could not thank u more for giving me this gift. this was the best gift i could’ve gotten for christmas >.<‘ but yes, since we are always giggling over dad!txt, this one i dedicate to u!!!
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The best thing you’ve heard today is the jingling of keys at the front door.
Soobin comes through the door with heavy, tired eyes. When the kids come tumbling down the hallway for him, they soften into something warm. Lifting one to pepper kisses over her face, and listening to the other tattle about something that’d happened earlier, his mouth tugs into a gentle smile.
Dusting powdered sugar off your hands, you wait your turn. The scene falls over you like a dryer-warmed blanket. All you three had done today was wait for him to come home. When finally it’s you that he turns to, your heart flickers.
The Christmas tree is up and in a stand, but it’s bare. You didn’t want to decorate it without him, as much as he told you he wouldn’t mind if you and the kids did. It’s not every Christmas eve that he works, but he’d been scheduled this year. You’d spent the whole day rolling out dough and slipping the kids some, even though you knew the sugar would wind them up, just to make the house feel less empty.
And, wind them up it did. You took them outside, bundled up in thick cashmeres and puffy jackets, at one point, hoping they might work some of it out in the fluffy snow that’d fallen fresh on yesterday. It hadn’t worked, but watching them with pink cheeks and giggling was worth the while. Then, the three of you drug snow-wetted feet indoors to defrost, tugging off layers to accept the tingle of warm air against your numb skin.
You wish he was there, too, though.
Soobin reaches up to pull his tie loose from his neck as he comes to give you your greetings. He just manages to get it loose before taking your lips against his.
With his hands steadying you by the hips and the counter at your back, you sigh out a soft breath. Your lips speak of your longing—the both of you. Slow and intimate tugging of lips and soothing, your lashes dust against your cheeks. He tastes like some peppermint candy he’d probably picked up on the way out of the office. Fingers still a bit cold from outside, he brings one hand up and cups your cheek, brushing a thumb up and down the flushed skin there.
He smiles against your mouth and parts from you only to sprinkle sugary kisses over your face. They fall everywhere: a few over your cheeks, one just beside your mouth, and the last to your forehead. He cups your cheeks through each. When he pulls back and you think he’s done, he steals a quick peck for good measure. His hot-chocolate eyes catch yours once he’s done for real, nose crinkling.
“Hi, baby,” he says. Your heart sings listening to his smooth timbre. It resonates through you and brushes down every last frayed nerve. “How did home treat you?”
You reach behind yourself to tug your apron off. It’s a mess of flour and stray buttercream icing. “It’s Christmas eve,” you tell him. That’s answer enough. “How was work? Did you have a good day?” you say, smoothing your hands over the knitted sweater you’d swiped from his drawer. “We missed you.”
His chest is like home against your back as he wraps you up in his frame. “Doesn’t matter; I’m home now. It’s a good day.” He murmurs his words into your hair. “Mmm. You smell good. Are all these cookies for me?”
“You know who they’re for,” you say. The smile on your mouth is light and fluffy, like whipped cream. Sweet. You’d waited all day for this—for him.
His arms encompass you, wrapped across your front like ribbons over a present. You can hear the lazy smile in his words. “Were you baking all day waiting for me, beautiful?”
With the weight and warmth of him against you, you let your head fall back on his chest. You hum. “I missed you so bad,” you say.
“I know,” he says. Pressing a toasty kiss right into your neck where it’s bared to him, he adds, “I missed you too. Wish I was able to spend the whole day with you guys, not paperwork. But, it’s okay. I had my pretty wife here waiting for me.” Toward the tail-end, he hangs sweet suggestion over his words.
Your cheeks go pink. Maybe you’ve got the heater up too high. It’s not usually this hard waiting for him to get home from work. You’ll usually be busy with your own stuff, so that time passes you by fast enough. And then, he’ll come home all tired, and you’ll finally get the kids to sleep and he’ll make slow, sweet love to you, and then the whole household goes quiet as you all knock out. But today... you found yourself missing him more. On Christmas eve, you’re all supposed to be together; spending the day sprawled over the couch with intertwined limbs and running through Christmas classics with bellies full of hot chocolate and candy canes.
But, he’s here now. That’s all you can ask for. A full, content home.
“The kids want to do the tree,” you say, curling your fingers over the warm skin of his forearm where he’s bunched the cuffs of his button-up to his elbows. “They waited very patiently all day.” You drag the word all out, because really... it’d felt just as long to you. Usually, you’d have had your tree up and laced with twinkling lights and ornaments two weeks ago, but you really wanted to wait until you could do it all together.
“Well,” he says, leaving you with one last nip to the column of your neck before dragging himself off you. You miss the security of his arms almost pathetically quick. “Let’s get it decorated, then. Wouldn’t want to make you guys wait any longer.”
Soobin departs to find the tubs of Christmas stuff, and you go to pull the kids from their playing.
You can hardly help the excited little smile that finds its way to your mouth as you do.
❅
The lights on the tree wink at you, a cozy warm white like ice crystals among green pine needles. Its branches dip under the weight of heavier bulbs. Starry silver and Santa red, and even those assorted ornaments that you’d let the kids pick out, shimmer in the low light. It’s serene and familiar, like the Christmases that you can only relive through orange, flickering memories of better times. Your chest aches in the good way, looking at it.
All of you had put your touch to it, but mostly, you’d sat back and watched them all work, committing it to memory so that it might never go spotty—so that you can remember it years down the road, and use it like a dose of soothing balm when you no longer have this.
Now, you and Soobin just sit and admire it. In true Christmas fashion, you two had to wrangle the kids to bed. You raised your brows at them and warned them with the same old things you’d heard on Christmas night: Santa doesn’t stop by the houses of kids who don’t sleep, and he especially doesn’t stop for kids that don’t listen to their parents. That got them, warm in their jammies, dragging their feet to bed. Reluctantly, yes. But it did the job, and now it’s just you two.
Your stomach does an excited flip as, in between his mindless smoothing over your skin, Soobin toys with the waistband of your plaid pajamas. Lifting your head from his chest, you look up at him.
“Baby,” he says, taking that hand up and under your shirt. Running the warm, calloused tips of his fingers up the plane of your belly and then just under your breast, he says, “I missed you...”
Sweet and slow, a familiar hunger kindles between your thighs just at the way he says it. You know when your doting husband needs you. Your heart tugs toward him—you need him just the same. Surrounded by the home you’ve made together, made lovely by the scent of Christmas, and in his safe arms, all you want is him.
You tug yourself up from him and the cushions, sliding yourself over his lap so that your two thighs part around his waist and your heat meets his bulge. He’s hardened there already, strained against the fabric and hard against your clothed cunt even through the layers. Sucking in a breath, he supports the small of your back with two sturdy arms.
“Missed you too, Binnie,” you mumble into his neck. You’d said it a few times already, but you think it still isn’t enough to convey what you feel. His hands come down to cup your ass, digging divots into it and pressing you into soft grinds down onto him a few times. Your skin prickles wherever he goes.
When his hands find their way back to the elastic band of your bottoms, you lift your hips and let him tug them off you. It’s an awkward position, and you have to lend him a little help with those and your panties with a snort. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, laughing too.
At a brush of your bare cunt against his cock as he frees it, stood proud between the space of you and against your belly, your smile gives way to soft gasp. The tip of him weeps with pearly beads from the slit. He takes it into his hand taps it against your bud a few times, his free hand at your back, and relishes in the twitching of your hips above him.
With the warmth of his cock lined up with you, he pushes some of your hair out of your face and says, “Hate having to wait all day to see my pretty girl...” His chocolate eyes dart up and down between the sight of you just about to join bodies and your face.
Sinking down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him anew, you hum agreement. You nestle him all the way down until the tip of him brushes just before the end of your depth, and then you give your hips a few rolls to let your insides adjust to his cock. Soobin’s big—no matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch. He doesn’t mind the wait; he sits patiently for you to adjust each time, running his hands up and down your hips just to touch you.
You dig your knees into the cushions and lift yourself off his cock. You let him slip all the way up until the flared tip of him threatens to pop out, letting the moment linger there for a moment before dropping back down on him. His shoulders take the blunt of your weight as you fuck yourself up and down him. “I...wish you didn’t have to work that stupid job...” Your voice permeates the air, above the crackle of the fireplace and the soft smacks of your skin against his.
His fingers dig into the soft curve of your waist where your shirt bunches. Each time you push yourself up, he helps, the corded muscles of his forearms twisting. It’s an intimate dance that the two of you have practiced and mastered, knowing when to give and to take without even the need for words. “I know,” he says, his voice taut. “But... I’m here now, baby. I’m here now. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Your chest feels full at that. You know he means it; he works so hard for you all. The couch cushions are abrasive against your knees, and your thighs burn with a terrible ache, but all that matters in this moment is how he sucks his lips into his mouth and lets his head fall back into the cushion at his back. He rocks his hips up to try and meet you. Each time you bring yourself down on him in a way that has his brow twitching or eyes screwing shut, you aim to find it again—in all of it, you hope he feels you thanking him.
Lifting his head, he tugs your shirt up to watch your tits bounce along with you. Taking his palm over one, he says, “Fuck—miss when these were all full of milk. All heavy for me...” His thumb rolls a pert nipple. Shuddering around a chill, your chest jumps against his hand.
Rather than controlled drags up and down his cock, you devolve into frantic rutting hips and whines. Each roll—back, forth, and in messy circles—nudges his twitching cock right up against that weak spot. Flame rolls in your belly and your thighs.
When you’d been pregnant, your tits had swollen up to produce milk, and they’d never gone back down. Maybe a bit, but never back to what they’d been before pregnancy. Soobin loved it. Not that he hadn’t been content with your breasts before, but you think it was more that he was fascinated that it was him who did that to you. That he had filled you with his cum, and got you round and pregnant. When you’d first started leaking, it wasn’t even you who’d realized. You had been stood in the kitchen with a flimsy grey shirt tugged over your body. When you looked up to see what your husband was up to, his eyes were all glazed over and heavy on your chest, where your shirt had gone dark and wet around your nipples. Before you could hurry off with reddened cheeks to change, he’d pinned you against the counter by the hips to suckle the mess up himself.
“Baby,” he says, voice coming from his throat a hoarse plead, “Beautiful, please, can you give me something for Christmas? Just one thing?”
Hair on your neck damp, you nod frantically. Around his waist, your thighs twitch with exertion and each blazing brush of his cockhead against your gummy walls. You’d give him anything; you’d already grown two children for him.
“You—gonna let me put another in you? Can I please get you all pregnant again?” he grits out, his hair falling out from its styling and over his rose-dusted cheeks. He looks at you heavy-lidded.
Your cunt squeezes him, an answer before you can even form the words. It does a number on you, the way he says it. Because really, you do think that to Soobin, the greatest gift you could give him is to carry his children and to just continue to love him. It’s no different for you; you want nothing more. “Yes, please... I’ll give you as many as...you want, please, just...”
The entirety of your pleading is not even out of your mouth before he’s pressing a strong arm across your back and laying you under him. The cushions accept your back lovingly.
Soobin takes a moment to situate you two. He drags you down by the hips, closer to him, tugs your shirt fully off to let it flutter to the floor elsewhere, tugging his own off in the same fashion, and he pushes your mess of hair out of your face so that he can better see you. And then, melding the bare, warmed skin of your soft chest to his own hard one, he rolls his cock up into you.
It’s slow and tender, like promises of love baked into each grind. He makes love to you in the form of open-mouthed kisses and puffs of breath fanning out over your skin when a deeper thrust has both of you shaken-limbed. In your ears, hot, he whispers filthy nothings.
“Gonna knock my pretty girl up again,” he pants. “Want—you to go around wearing me, big and round. My wife. You look so pretty pregnant... Fuck..” The skin of his chest brushes up against your hardened nipple each time he fucks himself up to you, his hands everywhere as he can’t find where he wants to hold you most. Eventually, he settles on linking his fingers with yours above your head with one hand, and the other splayed over your belly. Right where your belly might be swollen, were you pregnant once more. “Right here... can’t wait—h-oh, shit. Do you want that, baby? Want to give me another?”
Chest and belly tight, you can only manage a squeak and a nod. Through bleary eyes, you take in his face. The soft and masculine angles of his cheeks and jaw, his sweet brown eyes, his pinched brows... and all you feel is safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. His body cages you against the cushion, slung over you and delivering languid strokes, but you don’t feel trapped. Not one bit. In his arms, you feel untouchable. Secure beyond a doubt.
Nowhere else, with nobody else, would you rather build a family.
“Soobin, please,” you whine, welcome tears prickling at the corners of your eyes like snowmelt. “Want it so bad... I want it so bad....” Wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower spine, you urge him deeper.
“Okay,” he says. The smacking of your skin punctures the serene air as he picks up the pace. He lets his head fall into your shoulder, stunted breaths falling out as his belly tenses. “Okay, love. Gonna fuck you full of my cum, n’ keep it in there so I know it takes... shit, gonna give you my cum now, okay?”
Face screwed up, you try and roll yourself to meet him, to chase the tightness in your own belly, but he’s got you. With a few more hot stripes of his tongue over your tits and over your neck, and a few frantic nudges right into that spot he’s so familiar with, you go still and then break into full-body shakes. You press your mouth into his shoulder to obscure the sharp, sweet cry that comes rushing out along with your orgasm, worried about waking your sleeping kids. Your thighs twitch and shudder around him, some deep and innate part of your brain taking over through the fog to make sure he cums well and right into you. Fingers and toes curling and splaying through it, you allow yourself to fully feel the sweetness his cock gifts you with.
You don’t doubt that he’ll get you pregnant, cumming in you. Soobin’s seed is heavy and potent. He could knock you up whenever he pleased; the last two times he’d done it, you were surprised how easily it took. Your insides twist up around him harder.
“Fuck,” he half growls, half whines. “Fuck, fuck... Love you, baby... Love you so much...”
He holds you to the couch, fucking you into it as his heavy balls smack against your bottom. And then, spewing murmured expletives and taking your face into a big hand of his to press frantic kisses to your cheek, his hips stutter.
As promised, he spills his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what you want. It’s hot and thick against your gummy walls. He holds you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still. When you think he’s done rolling his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, he grinds harder.
Soobin slumps over you, finally stilling. He does not pull out, nor unplug you, though. He wants to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it. His heart thunders a lovely song against your chest, and yours his. He runs long fingers through your hair mindlessly, the both of you basking in the slow fire as it burns through your veins and leaves you lazy.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles.
Heart fuller, you hold him closer. “We have so much wrapping to do...” you mumble, trying to blink away your content sleepiness.
He pushes himself off you just to say, “Don’t remind me.” His weight cradles you once more, running appreciative fingertips over your thighs as he says, “Just a little more.”
Who are you to deny him that? You cherish the lines of his face, all soft in the yellowish glow of the tree’s light. Here, in his arms, you let yourself forget about that and anything else but the simple love buzzing in the air.
“Just a little more,” you agree.
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synopsis | after your car breaks down in the middle of a winter storm, you have a bright idea on how to keep warm.
pairing : hanbin x fem!reader genre : oneshot, smut, established relationship, light argument, light comedy warnings : unprotected sex, language, pet names, slight exhibitionism, a little rough for a second, hair pulling word count : 1702
authors note : i love this man so bad
“You’re joking,” You spit out a pained laugh, “Babe, stop fucking around and just turn the car on.”
The man in the driver’s seat emphasized pulling the key out, putting it back in, and turning it—only for the engine to try to turn over with all its might, and then off.
“Babe…” You were in complete and utter disbelief. How could this happen? Of course, it had to be on a day when you needed to be somewhere: your parents house in 20 minutes, to be exact. “Are you kidding?”
He deadpanned, “I really wish I was.” a disbelief smile cracking against his features as his hands gripped the wheel.
“You hate my parents that much, huh?”
“Do you even like them?”
“Touché.” You huffed, falling back against the seat, arms crossing. You looked out the windshield that had started fogging because of your breaths (and conversation), watching as the snow danced through the air. It would’ve been beautiful, and you did think it was…about 5 minutes ago when the car was still moving, heat blasting.
You sighed, coming to terms with what had happened, “I’ll call them. You call the tow place.”
And you did, asking your dad if he’d come pick you up—he said no, and you would’ve laughed in his face if you knew he wasn’t actually being serious. He blamed it on the snow, saying your sister had taken the truck to get last minute preparations for the party, and that, evidently, a small car wouldn’t be of any help.
After you hung up the phone with a frown, you listened to the way your boyfriend spoke to the towing place. He sounded so calm despite the situation possibly being dire. He explained how you were only a couple of minutes from the town your parents lived in and that they weren’t willing to come pick you two up. He even double-checked all of the questions the man was asking him: does it roll-over? Do the lights turn on? Is it smoking?
You didn’t know your boyfriend had that side to him. Of course, you knew Hanbin was mature, that’s why you liked him initially—besides his looks, you’ve got eyes after all—But him taking control over the situation was…hot on a below-freezing day.
He hung up the phone, catching your gaze. You’d been staring, and he’d noticed.
“What’s up?”
“You’re kinda hot.” You blurted so nonchalantly.
He laughed, “Thanks, I’d hope you think that way. I am your boyfriend.”
Your head shook slowly, eyes still wide from the staring, “Lucky me.”
He started to open the door after popping the hood of the car, which made you slightly jump back to reality at the sudden noise. “I’ve got to check something, you stay here though.”
“Do you think the car will blow up?” You only-kind-of joked, “I hope so,”
He gave you a knowing look, “Shut up and just stay here, babe. It’s not gonna blow up.”
“Bummer.” Your eyebrows knit at the command, “Do you even know anything about cars besides how to drive one?”
“Well, you were too busy staring, but he did tell me what to look for over the phone.”
You replied in a duh-tone, “Well, excuse me,” A slight huff left his lips at your response, and you shivered, only now realizing that the door was slightly cracked, “God forbid I ask a simple question…and can you close the damn door or get out? If you haven’t noticed, it’s fucking snowing.”
Hanbin looked outside and then to you, mocking the feeling of being shocked, “Oh my God, it is snowing! Thanks for telling me, captain fucking obvious.”
“H-holy shit,“ You remarked, feeling anger at the situation, “Just get out, I don’t want to fight.”
He hummed, almost like he was debating your proposition, “Yeah, because I don’t know if you were still mentally aware when he said this, but they’ve gotten a lot of calls tonight. It will be like an hour before they even get someone out to us. But let’s not fight. That would really dampen our holiday spirits, wouldn’t it?”
Without a shred of thought, your hand came up and smacked against your forehead. Hanbin snorted loudly at the action, dissipating whatever resolve he had brewing for you.
His hand reached out, taking yours off your face, “It’s okay, we’ll just go home after this and watch a movie. Maybe we even have some hot chocolate in the cabinet—I bought some a couple of weeks ago.” Your cheek found its way between your teeth, “I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t freeze to death—That would really dampen my holiday cheer.”
He didn’t freeze to death; he just slipped and fell comically on the way back, like one would on a banana peel in a stupid cartoon. A loud announcement of “fuck!” following.
After making sure he got up, you burst out laughing, a scowl on his face. Though he started to giggle once back in whatever residual warmth the car had to offer.
“Are you okay?” You asked as he shut the door beside him, noticing the wet patches on his jeans now as the snow melted.
“Wet and cold.”
You mumbled, cracking another joke, “I know what you can make wet,”
However, it must've not been that bad of an idea because now you couldn’t think about how awful you were feeling, your head clouded with the pleasure of your boyfriend under you.
“Fuck, y/n,” He sighed, earning your fleeting attention. His voice trailed off into nearly a whisper, “You’re so perfect.”
His hands gripped your hips painfully tight, sure to leave his prints in its wake. He pulled you chest to chest, hearts beating in unison through the fabric blocking you.
You moaned, rocking in tandem with his small thrusts into you.
“So much better than awkward small-talk with your parents. I’m glad this—fuck—car broke down.” You tried your best to laugh, “Did me a favor.”
Though the thrusts were sloppy, all you could feel was the warmth and security he brought upon you. He held you close, caged onto him, and whispered sweet-nothings into the skin of your neck. He made you feel better despite the pleasure, your heart swelling with affection that only he could deserve.
He said something along the lines of: I love you, and you were made for me, and so wet, so tight.
Hanbin wasn’t even cold anymore, and he had long forgotten about the ache in his hip from falling. This was better. This was worth it.
The feeling of you wrapped around him, the light kisses you kept pressing against the side of his face, the claw marks left in the wake of thrusts that hit just right inside you.
It was all worth the inconvenience, in hindsight.
You felt the bubbling sensation in your lower abdomen, pushing back against his shoulders.
“Fuck,” You swore, staring down at his lidded eyes—the ones that were locked on you. His fingers dug into your hips, assisting your attempt at quickening the pace.
He looked so unforgivingly good under the slight moonlight shining through the window. His lightly tanned skin glimmered with sweat, tattoo on full display as the collar of his shirt rode down. His hair was now tousled from the grip you’d had on it earlier, and he looked so utterly ruined.
You almost felt shy over such a sight.
You couldn’t possibly show up to your parents house anymore.
As his hands guided you up and down his length, you dove in to kiss the exposed skin of his neck, overwhelmed and trying to get ahold of yourself. You were building up to your peak quickly with this newfound vigor.
“Don’t hide from me,” He must’ve heard your inner monologue, “I wanna see you when you come, baby, that’s my favorite sight. You always look so pretty, falling apart because of me. I need to see it. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
You nodded into his neck, still sucking marks along the underside of his jaw. A weak moan escaped your lips and went directly into his ear, butterflies swarming inside him.
The sudden movement made your stomach drop—in a good way—cunt clenching around him as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you back upright.
“Look at me,” His grip got tighter, forcing your mouth open to assist with the pull, “Don’t hide from me, y/n.” He warned again, low moans now tumbling out of your mouth.
You weren’t usually quiet, but there was something about the sorta-kinda publicity of a car that made you feel self-conscious—though you’d not seen or heard a soul. And Hanbin evidently didn’t like that.
He let go of your hair, letting you collapse just a bit into him, now doing most—if not all—the work. “I know you’re close, babe,”
And he was so far from being wrong.
His hand came off your hip and snaked between your bodies, rubbing circles along your clit. You squeaked, forcing your eyes to stay open with whatever willpower you had left and looking at him. Just as he desired.
“C’mon,” His voice was low, intimately so, “Let go for me, baby.”
Oh, you did, with or without his words of encouragement; your ears were ringing so loud you could barely comprehend.
Your head felt fuzzy but clear enough to hear the groan he let out, nails now digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he came too.
Hanbin finally let you fall into his shoulder again, chest rising and falling abnormally as you both let reality back in. He gently stroked your back as you kissed his cheek, a reminder you were still awake and aware.
He liked the reassurance of your body, knowing that only he could make you feel the way you do. And vice versa.
“Shit,” He slightly laughed as lights filled the car from behind. He saw it approaching through the rearview mirror; however, he didn’t process that it was the tow truck.
You jolted up, squinting from the brightness. There was no way you were hiding now, but you had to do what you had to do to keep warm.
☆ 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.
