#haobin x reader

you and hao usually come last, enjoying the warmth of each other before begrudgingly leaving your cozy room. hao is tugging you to the kitchen with your hand in his and when he sits, he pulls you into his lap. multiple groans and gagging noises can be heard around the kitchen. hao literally pays this no mind and continues to mind his business (which is currently occupied with wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his head rest on your back.) until hanbin brings plates over for the both of you.

Hanbin wasn’t as much of a fan of pda in front of others, but he’d still feed you both a bite of food every once in a while, which, of course, causes a fit of laughter from gyuvin and yujin, both of them copying you three, feeding eachother and making cooing noises while doing it. usually a simple “keep it up.” and a stern look from hanbin keeps them quiet. not for long though.

in the practice room:

now this goes two ways. they're either grateful you’re there or wants to throw the whole TRIO out of the room.

Theyre grateful when hanbin has been getting increasingly annoyed when the younger ones won’t pay attention, getting snippy with all of the members. as soon as hanbin balls his fists up and his brows start to furrow, there you are to save the day! you interrupt his incoming eruption with a quick,

“binnie!! you want some water? come take a break, i miss you.”

you don’t really miss him, you see him all the time COMMA BUT when he looks over at you, smiling and holding up a water bottle, all of his anger dissipates. his eyes soften and his fists unclench as he happily walks over to you. he grabs the bottle, sits on the floor between your legs, and lets you massage at his shoulders. it brings him true peace. (but its interrupted when hao sits in front of him and scolds him for not taking a break as soon as he started getting upset and how he needs to be easier on the young ones. hanbin closes his eyes in annoyance, but hes grateful for both of you.) (also, yujin, gyuvin, and jiwoong all throw you prayer hands as a thank you for saving their asses.)

they want to throw yall mfs out whenever the entire group is getting tired, energy depleting, and all you, hao, and hanbin are doing is laughing in the corner with eachother. they just do not understand how you could POSSIBLY have that much energy after a 5+ hour long practice. you assuage that by buying them desserts.

at an award show:

now, the members are so thankful you get to accompany them to their schedules, even if you aren’t a part of the group. they love when you’re around because you, at this point, are almost essential to their growing dynamic. you provide a significant amount of support to all of them, having a special relationship with each member.

with this being said, you + haobin at an award show… disastrous.

remember how i said hanbin doesn’t like pda in front of others? yeah throw that shit out the window when you’re at an award show. Hanbin just thinks you and hao are so pretty that he can’t help but be a little jealous when other people look at you both for too long. you both just look so good when you’re all done up. and you both know it too. the way you walk and act exudes confidence and hanbin straight up cannot help but want to shield you from everyone's eyes other than his own.

since he can't do that, he opts for having a hand on both of you at any given time. whether that be hands on your waists when youre standing in designated area, holding hands while you navigate through a crowd, or pressing his hands on both yours and hao’s thighs when you sit on opposite sides of him. he’s just obsessed with you two. the other members also see this and thinks its hysterical. they all giggle when one of you lets go of his hand and his eyes widen in panic when he notices either of you are talking to a person outside of their group. the rest of the group teases him.

“they’re not gonna disappear dude. seriously.”

“hanbin you gotta be hurting their hands."

"just put a leash on them at this point." (he does. often. but thats not for them to know, nor to ever find out.)

“omg hanbin look theyre talking to hyunjin!” (this one makes hanbin panic the most. hyunjin is one fine man and he definitely thinks with enough conversation, both you and hao could be swayed to leave with him tonight.)

You had wanted to protest. Wanted to say that even if it was your birthday, it wasn’t an excuse to skip out on making money. But then your brain, still foggy with rest, remembered just how many sick days you had left and figured it would be fine to listen to your best friends and take the day off. Plus, hearing Hanbin refer to you as their girl made it worth it as well. Your relationship with them was difficult to describe. You were each the best part of the other’s life. The reason to be happy. Parts of a mirror reflected on each other. There were no labels on your relationship, but you all knew that you were in love with the other two. Maybe soulmates was the best word for the three of you. 

You rolled over in bed, tucking yourself into Hanbin’s chest as he lifted his arms to wrap around your upper half in a way that was more comfortable for you both. His scent never failed to consume you–the mix of a powdery, soft warmth that was somehow cold at the same time. One of your definitions of comfort, without a doubt. 

“What plans did you and Hao make f’me today?” you slur quietly, mouth pressed against the skin of his neck. You know it wasn’t your imagination when a small shudder passed through him. He played it off though, one hand coming up to try and tame some of your hair that was messy from sleeping.

“Why would I tell you though, hmm? Wouldn’t that ruin the surprise?” Hanbin was teasing you, he knew you disliked surprises. You groaned, the sound vibrating against the sensitive nerves of his neck, causing a laugh to escape him. “Fine, fine…” He shifted against you, propping himself up on one of his elbows against your satin pillowcase as you lay back down against the bed. The sight of his eyes looking at you with such warmth makes your heart ache with affection, similar to how his pupils dilate; you’re sure your heart increased in size when you looked at him. “Hao’s getting you breakfast right now, and then we’re gonna hang out here for a little. We’re gonna take you shopping in Cheongdam-dong and then we have a reservation at your favorite pottery place… We booked dinner at your favorite restaurant, and when we come back to yours, we’ll have a little party.” 

They made a big deal out of your birthday, but you’d grown to love that as much as they did.

That much was clear as Hao returned to bed with a brown paper bag consisting of all of your favorite pastries from your preferred bakery that was right across the street from your apartment. They knew that you liked to have your space to yourself while eating, so Hao had found his way into Hanbin’s arms as you helped yourself to all of the delicious goodies he’d brought you. And after, the eldest out of the three of you leaned over, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“Happy birthday.” You could practically taste the buttered dough of the croissant he’d eaten.

If you had it your way, you’d spend every morning like this one: with the two people you loved the most, watching as Hanbin fed Hao bites as you lounged in your bed until the clock ticked past 11 a.m. Hanbin, always the one to keep you both on schedule, was finally able to coax you and Hao out of bed shortly after the last pastry was eaten. You’d all gotten ready together, Hao having to practically fight Hanbin off of you to be able to do your skincare for you, before you got dressed. They might as well have begged to pick out your outfit for you, but you had denied their request (only with a promise for them to dress you for dinner). And dressed in your favorite sweater and a cute miniskirt to match, Hanbin had tied your shoes for you and they’d led you out of your apartment.

You knew for a fact that they had already bought you presents. So you weren’t really sure why it seemed like they had challenged each other to see who could spend the most money on you. It had started relatively small–Hapa Kristin, Acne Studios, and Olive Young, but now, they were debating over which Saint Laurent dress would match best with the Cartier pieces they’d just bought for you. A small sigh leaves you as you sit on one of the velvet couches in the changing room. 

“I like the black one more,” Hao protests, referencing the long silk dress with the dark color. The open back was pretty and it fit your body beautifully, so you wouldn’t have been upset if they’d gotten it for you. But Hanbin points towards the dress you’re wearing now.

“This color looks good with her skin, though.” The beige dress you’re wearing is the same fabric as the black one Hao is talking about, and the shape is similar. Hanbin looks to you, “You pick. It’s your birthday.”

You think for a moment. There was something about the black one that made you feel, well, sexy. And when you pictured attending dinner with Hanbin and Hao later, that’s how you wanted them to see you–sexy enough to finally make a move. “The black one.”

As you walk into the fancy restaurant later that evening, that’s exactly how you feel. Especially with the two hottest men you’ve ever seen on each arm. After Hanbin pulls the chair out for you to sit, Hao orders some kind of white château wine that the three of you begin to drink instantly after putting in your requests for food as well. 

“What would I do without both of you?” you muse as you sip at your wine. Hao reaches over, brushing a strand of your curled hair out of the way of the simple yet elegant Cartier necklace they’d bought you that day. 

“Probably be coming home from work.”

You roll your eyes at Hao’s words, suppressing a small laugh. But when his fingers brush against the bare skin just above your chest, you shudder softly. You’d lost count of how many presents they’d gotten you today, but you wanted to be greedy. You wanted more. Specifically, you wanted them. So, you set your wine glass down, one of your hands going under the table to rest on Hao’s thigh. The corners of Hanbin’s mouth turn down a little and his eyebrows furrow as he watches Hao tense up. 

“Do we have anything planned after dinner?” Your hand rubs against the soft material of the slacks Hao’s wearing. Almost up to his dick, and then back down to basically his knee before your fingers could brush his crotch. “You guys didn’t plan a whole surprise party, did you?”

“Nope, we learned from last year,” Hanbin says, his eyes staying on Hao as the older man’s lashes flutter. You squeeze his thigh, making Hao’s eyes widen briefly. “Are you okay, hyung?”

“I’m fine,” Hao mumbles before his hand grabs yours under the table. You smirk a little, thinking he’s going to push it away, only for his hand to guide yours to feel his hard-on. It’s your eyes that widen this time. When you try to pull your hand away, Hao just grips it harder, pressing it against the bulge in his pants. “Better than fine, actually.”

“Alright…” Hanbin trails off, still glancing between the two of you. You’re sure your face is at least a shade darker than usual, and suddenly, you’re grateful for the dim lighting in this restaurant. 

You clear your throat, trying to compose yourself. “So we’re just going back to mine after dinner?” 

Hanbin hums in agreement. “We have one more present for you.” You don’t miss the way the corners of Hao’s mouth twitch into a smile at Hanbin’s words. When he finally lets your hand go, you know the night is far from over.

By the time you return to your apartment, your body is practically thrumming with need.

Hao, being the tease he is, had proceeded to mess with you for the rest of dinner. Rich words whispered in your ear that made the tension in you increase as Hao’s hand tangled in the silk material of your dress. Every now and then, he would’ve scrunched it a little, his touch still burning even through your clothes. And now, with Hanbin’s hand on your exposed lower back, there was a need in you that was only growing by the minute.

You try to distract yourself, though, as Hao passes by you and Hanbin in the entryway of your apartment, the younger beginning to usher you in the familiar direction of your bedroom. “One more present?” you ask, Hanbin’s pinky brushing against where the dress meets your lower spine. The open back made you unable to wear a bra with this dress, and the scoop was so deep that it almost exposed the top of your underwear. 

Hao pushes the door to your bedroom open, only one of your bedside table lamps on from when you were getting ready for bed earlier, casting a golden glow throughout the room. Your bed was still unmade from this morning, and the scene was so cozy that part of you just wanted to lie down and sleep after such a day. But the other part of you–the throbbing between your legs, said otherwise.

“One more present. You can sit down, YNie, I’ll go get it.” With that, Hanbin quietly leaves your room as you sit on the edge of your bed. Hao’s quick to stand in front of you.

You trace your eyes up his frame–how good he looks in those black slacks with the matching jacket, how his hair’s slightly ruffled. How he’s still hard. “D’you win your little bet with Binnie today?” Hao doesn’t say anything, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you as he begins to remove your heels. 

“Of course I won. Only wish that Hanbin would’ve let me get something for him too.” You hum softly as one shoe comes off, and Hao’s fingers massage the arch of your foot to relax it after walking around in heels all night. “I think I won whatever game you were playing at dinner too.”

Your heartbeat quickens in your chest. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hao’s plump lips are in the shape of a tiny grin at how you’re acting coy. “Dinner was amazing. The food was great as always.” Hao chuckles at this, slipping your other heel off.

“You’re just asking for it now–”

Hao’s cut off as Hanbin carefully opens the door to your bedroom again, and in his hands, one of the prettiest birthday cakes you’ve ever seen with glowing candles lit on the surface. Your heart softens immediately at the sight, whatever teasing you’d been engaging in with Hao fading. This was probably the most intimate you’d ever been with them. “Happy birthday,” Hanbin whispers as he moves to sit next to you on your bed. “Make a wish.”

You’re quiet for a moment, closing your eyes as you pretend to think of a wish. But you know what you want. You open your eyes, taking a deep breath before blowing the candles all in one go with only one thought in your mind: Let me be theirs and let them be mine. Officially.

Hao cheers softly for you as Hanbin laughs. You can’t help but smile as well. Best. Birthday. Ever. 

“It’s red velvet. Your favorite,” Hanbin says, taking the cake from your hands as Hao waves a hand over the smoke unfurling from the candles. A spark of excitement goes through you.

“You guys are literally the best…” You glance at Hanbin’s hands. “But, um, how are we gonna eat it?” An expression of realization passes over his face.

“Ah, I– forgot the plates and stuff in the kitchen.”

That doesn’t stop Hao, though. He reaches across your lap, smudging his finger through the whipped frosting on one side of the cake and holding it up to your lips. You look at him, that charged energy from earlier slowly returning to your veins. 

“Go ahead.”

Maintaining eye contact with him, you take hold of his wrist, guiding his finger into your mouth. Sweetness from the frosting explodes on your taste buds, and underneath, the skin of Hao’s finger is soft and almost as sugary as the cream. You swirl your tongue around the digit before slowly pulling it out of your mouth. “Delicious.”

Hanbin’s there before you can even process it, smearing frosting across your bottom lip before his lips are crashing against yours. Distantly, you know he’s handing the cake off to Hao to put on your bedside table, but you couldn’t care less about the dessert anymore. You can feel all of the pent-up emotion in the kiss–the longing, the tension, the love. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, licking the frosting off before entering your mouth again to tangle with yours. A small noise escapes you as his hands find your waist, gripping onto the dress they’d bought for you as Hanbin guides you to lie back. 

When Hao’s lips find your neck, you’re practically moaning into Hanbin’s mouth.

There had been a few kisses throughout the years between the three of you. Of course there were; it was bound to happen, considering you’d all been in love with each other since you met. Tension had always been a staple in your relationship, especially when you were all under the influence. But now you were grateful for the practice because, as a result, you knew exactly how each of them liked to be kissed. Plus, you had a feeling that after tonight, though, you’d be getting your birthday wish.

Hanbin finally pulls away, panting softly as he watches you tilt your head back to give Hao more room to lightly suck the sensitive skin of your neck. The sounds you’re making already have a feeling akin to obsession growing in his gut, if that were possible. Hanbin reaches around Hao, carefully pulling his jacket off his shoulders and tossing it onto the floor before he begins unbuttoning the older man’s shirt from behind as your body writhes against the bed. Your thighs rub together desperate for friction against your clit, and one of Hao’s hands comes up to force them apart. 

He only pulls away from you when Hanbin tugs at the collar of his shirt, taking it off of Hao just like he had with his jacket. It feels like whatever breath is left in your lungs is stolen from you as Hao turns his head to kiss Hanbin. You never thought the sight could be so erotic. Of course you’d imagined it before, but this was so much better than any of your fantasies. You sit up a little, removing your arms from the straps of your dress to free your breasts. At some point during their kiss, Hao had gotten Hanbin out of his top too.

Eventually, they separate as well, turning their attention back to you as you lie back again.

“Look at you…” Hanbin breaths as he settles on your left side and Hao on your right. Almost tentatively, his thumb brushes over one of your nipples–both of the nubs already tight and sensitive with arousal. “We’re sorry we kept you waiting so long for us, pretty. We’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

You can only nod in agreement as two of Hao’s fingers capture your right nipple, rolling it between them gently. Enough to give you the sensation you’d been craving for, but not enough for relief. “Hyung,” Hanbin whispers as he lies next to you, mouthing at the top of your breasts. “Wanna get some more of that cake?”

And then, after a moment, more of the frosting is spread over your body. This time, over your right nipple, only for Hao to cover the nerves with his mouth immediately after, sucking the bud in a way that has your back arching off the bed with a loud gasp of his name. “Oh!” One of Hanbin’s arms wraps around your waist in a gesture that’s both meant to be comforting and as a way to keep you still. The feeling of both of their tongues working over your tits has your pussy clenching around nothing, an absurd amount of wetness gathering in your underwear. 

Hao begins to kiss his way down your body, his fingers leaving the whipped frosting from your birthday cake behind for Hanbin to lick up with his tongue. You’re practically trembling beneath them as Hao’s fingers tuck into your dress and your underwear, slowly pulling them down at the same time. When you’re finally bare for them, they can’t help but stare at the apex between your legs for a moment, making your face flush.

“Please–”

“Don’t have to beg, darling, it’s your birthday after all,” Hao interjects, his pointer finger gliding smoothly over your sopping, swollen clit, making you gasp sharply. “Just trying to decide what we should do first.”

But it seems like Hanbin already has an idea as he gestures for Hao to settle between your legs. Only for him to copy the action as well. Your legs are stretched wide over their shoulders, accommodating room for the two of them, and the sight of them looking up at you has you hiding your face in your hands. Hanbin chuckles, reaching up to pull your hands away.

“None of that.” And Hao presses a kiss to your inner thigh before both of them dive in. And if you thought both of their tongues on your tits felt good–this was heaven. You’re honestly not sure how you’re able to last more than a few seconds as Hao occupies himself with your clit, rolling the bud around with the tip of his tongue, causing your hole to leak some of your juices out onto Hanbin’s waiting tongue. Merely teasing you before his tongue pushes inside of you. All of it is sloppy: how wet you are, how you’re still trying to squirm under them and their ministrations, how you can’t decide where to put your hands. But them? They’re perfect as always, working together with a teamwork only the three of you seem to share. 

“C-Close!” you call out only after a few minutes, but how were you supposed to hold on longer than that? These were the two men you’d been in love with for years eating you out like your cunt was the birthday cake that was somewhere nearby. And fuck it, it was your birthday. You could have whatever you wanted. With a final cry of both of their names, gushes of your release are squirting onto their faces, and Hanbin and Hao are more than happy to lap it all up. 

You barely have time to catch your breath before they’re flipping you over and Hao’s taking the spot in front of you on his knees. Your arms feel weak under you as you do your best to hold yourself up, but with the aftershocks of your orgasm going through you, it’s difficult. Behind you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle, and you can only assume that Hanbin’s removing his pants. Hao looks down at you. You pout up at him.

“You’re gonna make me do it?”

“Of course I am, darling. Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I’m going to unwrap every present for you.”

So, you remove the rest of Hao’s clothing as Hanbin settles behind you, his hands pulling your hips up so you can feel his thick, hard length sliding along your slippery folds. The sensation already has you moaning. That, along with the sight of Hao’s pretty, long dick in front of your face. You jerk him off a little, his eyes falling shut as his full, pink lips part a little. You smirk a little. They’re the same shade as the tip of his cock.

“Take a deep breath f’me,” Hanbin instructs behind you, and you listen, only to feel like your cunt is being practically split in half.

“H-Hanbin!” He shushes you softly, holding himself still as he lets your body adjust to taking him. You can feel everything. Every vein and every twitch as your cunt sucks him in greedily. To try and quiet yourself, you open your mouth to finally let Hao push into your mouth. 

The weight of him on your tongue is incredible, and the taste of him has you pushing your hips back towards where you’re impaled on Hanbin’s dick even if you’re not fully adjusted yet. You’d been waiting for them for years. You didn’t want to take anymore time for them to fuck you. Thankfully, Hanbin seems to get the message as his hips rock forward, setting a slow pace that’s deep enough to have your head spinning. 

One of your hands wraps around the part of Hao you can’t fit in your mouth. Hanbin may have had the thickness, but Hao certainly had the length. Relaxing your jaw and doing your best to remember to breathe through your nose, you look up at Hao to silently communicate with him to use you. And the message is most definitely received with the way his hands tangle into your once perfectly styled hair, rocking his hips towards your mouth in the same way Hanbin takes you from behind. 

This seemed too good to be true–having them on both sides, fulfilling everything you’ve ever wanted (including your pussy). But it was real. That much was clear with how quickly you were already heading towards the edge again. You cry out around Hao’s dick, sweat clinging to your skin as the sounds of your messy pussy fill your bedroom, something strangely satisfying. You feel stuffed to the brim, Hanbin’s dick forcing your gummy walls to mold to the shape of his heavy cock as Hao fills your throat. Yeah, this was heaven.

Hao groans above you, being much louder than Hanbin, whose hands are going to leave bruises with how tightly they’re gripping your hips. “Come on, birthday girl. Give us another one,” Hanbin pants. Your hand had long left the base of Hao’s dick, opting to scratch at his thighs as your thoughts slowly left you–your brain fuzzy and too fucked out to do anything but take it.

With another muffled whine, you’re cumming on Hanbin’s dick, triggering both of their orgasms as well. Hao’s, from the way the vibrations of your throat felt around him, and Hanbin’s, from your walls clenching down on him like you were trying to milk him of everything he was worth. The sounds of their orgasms fill the room just like the sounds of fucking, and when Hao pulls out of your mouth, you weakly swallow what seed hadn’t been shot straight down your throat. 

They give you a moment to catch your breath before you’re speaking up, voice scratchy and quiet. “Best birthday ever.” Hanbin chuckles behind you, giving your ass a small pat.

“Yeah, yeah, we love you too.” You hum happily at that, feeling wholly satisfied as your eyes begin to fall shut. Hands hold onto your shoulders, pushing your back up against Hanbin’s chest, but you don’t think anything of it until you feel the tip of Hao’s dick brush against where Hanbin’s still nestled inside of you. 

“Which one is that… two? Got a few more left, baby, gotta get to the number you turned today.”