So Ryn was spamming messages that day bc she thought I was mad (which I was, but I was at school and couldn't answer) AND BRO HER DRY LOSER ASS SPAMMED A TO Z AND 1-100 KSDJHDHD LMAO
summary; despite her tough exterior and reputation as an efficient CEO, behind closed doors, hanni secretly harbors a soft spot for her arranged wife, who has captured her heart in unexpected ways.
cw; boring ass fic. i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense cuz i'm sleepy as hell rn. ceo!hanni, hanni is lowk cold towards reader at first!, fluff, arranged marriage trope, richgirl!reader, and etc i don't mention!
a/n; this is for @iamtired10 bru
"alright, everyone, you can leave now," hanni stated with a firm yet composed demeanor, signifying the end of the meeting.
the room grew silent as the members of the board began to rise from their seats and began to file out of the room, each one of them giving a polite nod to hanni, acknowledging her authority as ceo.
once the door had closed behind the last person, hanni let out a small sigh and leaned back in her chair, her usually stern expression softening as she thought of you.
the memory of that day still lingered in her mind. she had returned home only to find out that her parents had made arrangements for her to marry you, the only daughter of a prominent business family.
at the beginning, hanni was distant and reserved towards you. you had made an effort to melt the ice between you two by treating her well, relying on advice from friends on how to be a good wife.
you had gone the extra mile to ensure hanni started her day off right by preparing her a deliciously satisfying breakfast each morning, even if it meant cutting it close with your own obligations. you also initiated small talks with her whenever you could, and your eyes softened with tenderness whenever you looked into hanni's gaze — a feat that many found intimidating despite shorter than you. all of this was done in an attempt to lay the foundation for a meaningful connection, though you had never previously been involved in any relationship.
in addition, hanni was initially baffled by your efforts — used to a world where many feared her. but as the days went on, she found herself slowly but surely drawn to your genuine affection — your acts of kindness and thoughtfulness slowly, but surely chipping away at the impenetrable wall around her heart.
from the moment hanni shared her first, sincere kiss with you in the back seat of her car after a charity event where she had been consumed by a surge of jealousy at the sight of an overly-friendly guest getting too handsy with you, but you managed to soothe her worries later, hanni was suddenly certain of the authenticity of her feelings for you — a love that was both pure and invaluable.
hanni's blissful reverie then was interrupted by the ping of a notification on her phone, alerting her to a message from her father.
mr.pham(aka my father) 👎
return home no later than 7 pm.
we're having dinner with the kim family tonight.
also, inform your wife just in case she didn't receive the information.
hanni pham
understood.
then, hanni stood up from the chair, a small smile playing on her lips as she dialed your number. she began to pace around the room, the faint sound of her heels clicking against the floor the only noise in the room aside from the ringing of the phone.
she waited for your answer, the sound of the dial tone the only thing breaking the silence as she continued to pace back and forth. she glanced at the clock on the wall, noting the time and silently wondering if you were alone or if you were with others.
yes, you were, in fact, with others at that moment. the charity event had been tiring, but you had maintained a calm and composed demeanor, much to the appreciation of those around you.
you had just finished speaking with one of the investors when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. without hesitation, you excused yourself from the conversation and stepped aside to check your phone, your heart quickening with anticipation when you saw hanni's name flash on the screen.
as you stepped to the side, you glanced around to ensure you were out of earshot before answering the call, a small smile playing on your lips at the thought of talking to hanni. "hey, what's up?" you asked, your voice warm and friendly despite the exhaustion from the event.
the hustle and bustle of the charity event faded into the background as you focused all your attention on the conversation with hanni, her voice like music to your ears. "did you get my parents' message?"
you blinked in surprise, realizing that you hadn't checked your phone for any new messages yet. "eh.. i haven't seen it yet," you responded. "what's the message about?"
"oh, right," hanni said, her voice tinged with a hint of nerves. "my parents are hosting a dinner with your family tonight after 7 pm. they want us both to attend."
a mix of surprise and excitement washed over you. "dinner with our families" you repeated, a smile growing on your face. "that sounds like it'll be fun."
hanni's voice came through the phone, her tone a little softer as she spoke. "they're probably just trying to get a sense of how things are going between us lately."
you chuckled softly, imagining the look on hanni's face as she spoke. "probably," you agreed. "but it could be a good opportunity for us to show them how great we're doing, right?"
there was a moment of silence as hanni seemed to ponder your words, and then you heard a small huff of what sounded like her version of a laugh. "i suppose you're right," she said, the hint of a smile in her voice.
"i'm always right," you teased, knowing full well that hanni would likely roll her eyes at your comment.
true to form, you heard a scoff of amusement from hanni in response to your comment. "sure you are," she replied sarcastically, but you could tell there was no malice behind her words.
you chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the sound of her response. "i'll be looking forward to seeing you later," you said, your voice gentle yet filled with anticipation.
"yeah, let's do matching outfits for tonight," hanni said in response to your statement. "i'll leave the choice to you."
"cute, you're giving me creative control?" you teased, knowing full well how particular hanni could be when it came to fashion.
you could practically hear the eye roll through the phone as hanni responded. "yeah, since i trust that you have good taste," she said, the slight hint of sarcasm in her voice not quite masking the genuine faith she had in you.
you chuckled softly at her response. "well, i'll take that as a compliment," you said, your voice filled with pride. " i'll make sure we look amazing tonight."
there was a moment of silence, and then hanni spoke again, her voice quieter than before. "i'm looking forward to it," she admitted, a hint of excitement and a rare display of vulnerability in her words.
"alright, i love you, han," you replied, a wide smile on your face as the words passed your lips effortlessly.
you could almost imagine the flustered look on hanni's face as you said those three, little words. after all, you knew how rare it was for her to express her emotions openly — and the fact that she had allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to say "i love you" was a testament to the trust and affection growing between you two.
hanni's voice trembled slightly as she responded, the words slipping past her lips like a secret only meant for your ears alone. "i-i love you too," she managed to stammer out, her voice filled with a mixture of embarrassment and affection. if you were there with her, you could bet she'd be blushing furiously, but for now, she was grateful that the phone call prevented you from seeing her flustered expression.
with that, the call came to an end as you reluctantly ended it, knowing that you had one more important task to fulfill before you could go home — giving each and every one of the children at the charity event a parting hug and words of encouragement.
time had passed quickly, and now you were both settled in the shared bedroom, having taken a quick shower and preparing for the upcoming dinner with both of your families.
since hanni had given you free rein over the choice of outfits for the night, you had taken it upon yourself to ensure that both of you would look absolutely stunning at the dinner. you had chosen two elegant, yet complementary outfits, one that perfectly suited hanni's slender figure and natural grace, the other tailored to highlight your own curves. the colours you had chosen matched perfectly, bringing out both of your best features and creating a unified, charming look.
you couldn't help but murmur to hanni as you gently adjusted her bangs, "i never knew red looked so good on you." and indeed, the deep crimson colour of the outfit you had chosen for her accentuated her sharp features and gave her a striking, yet incredibly captivating look that you found yourself unable to look away from.
hanni gave a soft hum in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she took a moment to feel the fabric of her outfit. "i could say the same thing about you," she said, giving you a quick once-over with her eyes. "you look stunning."
she let her gaze flutter to your own dress, appreciating the way the soft, silken fabric hugged your curves and highlighted your striking features. then, she lifted her eyes back up to meet yours, a small spark of admiration glimmering in her gaze.
"red suits you just as much as it does me," she added, tilting her head ever so slightly as she observed the way the warm, crimson hue complimented your skin tone and hair.
she reached out to brush a loose strand of hair away from your face, her touch incredibly gentle and caring — a stark contrast to the intimidating figure she cut in the corporate world.
"you're beautiful," she said softly, intimate whisper as her eyes traced over your features, drinking in your loveliness with unabashed awe. "can i kiss you?" she asked, her voice soft and slightly suggestive as she tilted her head slightly, waiting for your response.
"you're lucky i haven't put my lipstick on yet," you replied with a cheeky grin, taking a step closer to hanni, closing the distance between you without any hesitation. "come on, han, kiss me," you added, your voice filled with playful anticipation as you reached out to place your hands on her hips.
hanni let out a small huff of laughter, the sound soft and warm. "i never let such a little detail stop me," she said, bringing her hands up to cup your face as she pulled you closer. "you should know that by now." with that, she leaned forward, pressing her lips gently against yours in a tender, yet passionate kiss.
she let the kiss linger as she savoured the taste of your lips, her fingers gently caressing your cheekbones as her eyes fluttered closed. she drew back only a few moments later, a soft smile playing on her lips once more as she regarded you with unabashed affection.
"i love you," you murmured, the words slipping past your lips as you took in the sight of hanni in front of you, her features soft and open, so different from the stern expression she usually wore.
"i love you too," hanni replied quietly, her voice holding an undercurrent of vulnerability only you were privy to. she leaned in again, pressing a lighter, more chaste kiss against your lips before she pulled away once more, her hand reaching down to intertwine with yours.
"let's get going," she said, gently tugging at your hand as she began to lead the way out the bedroom. "we can continue this later."
Prompt: Jeongie showering after having nasty sex with her ex who she swore she would never ever be back to but she can’t help it ‘cause the pussy too good. “Even when you broke me, you’re too much of a good fuck to let it go.”
Genre: Smut, Angst
TW: toxic exes, mentions of cheating(but who knows). emotional issues. Mostly hate sex.
If Minjeong had to use one word to describe pleasure, it would be easy: you.
“Fuck.. y/n~” Minjeong moaned, grabbing your hair tightly and keeping you closer to her cunt (not like you would try to get away anyways) “I’m gonna fucking come.. Hmm fuck don’t stop…~” she begged in that cute high pitched tone she had when she was on the verge of her orgasm. You knew it very well, you’ve heard it a million times. You gave the girl what she wanted, and moved your tongue so fast until she was making a delicious mess in your mouth “oh my fuckin godddd…” she loudly cried while reaching her climax for who knows what time in that night already.
Once she calmed down, she looked at you, and you looked at her too, quietly making such intense eye contact, neither of you willing to let go. To let go of several things…
“Is this the part where you send me home ‘cause you promised to never let me sleep in your bed again?” You asked her, making her clicked her tongue and roll her eyes, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you to the bed now. She had you on your back while getting ready between your legs yet again.
“Shut the fuck up and moan for me, y/n.” she ordered and you were ready to obey, not without teasing her first tho.
“You know, that’s confusing. Do you want me to moan or do you want me to shut up baby?” And making you gasp, she grabbed you by the neck as soon as the pet name left your mouth, ‘cause hearing you calling her anything like that after your breakup felt like a dagger of memories to her heart.
“You know what? yes. I prefer if you just shut the fuck up.” She said, grabbing her own panties and shoving them into your mouth. You wanted to complain but fuck it, you were in no position (plus you loved having her panties in your mouth don’t Fuckin act funny). You felt the girl’s fingers massaging your clit, while her face showed a frown as she focused her eyes on your pussy. Seeing her so concentrated was something you always found so hot.
However, you knew she was doing her best not to look into your eyes, and that saddened you. Unlike before when she’d love looking at them and express her love through her endearing stare and soft smiles, now she wanted to avoid being too aware that it was you, her ex, the one that hurt her, who she was fucking. Minjeong knew nobody would turn her on like you, but if she thought too much about anything, it would just freak her out. Too much pain she tried not to process.
If Minjeong had to use one word to describe pain, it would also be easy: you.
“You cheated!” she accused once again, dressed in an oversized shirt.
“oh my goshhh…” you left out in a stressed sigh while finishing putting your shirt back on “not this again. I did NOT cheat, we were not together anymore. Just get. Over it.” you remarked every word, you were tired of this. You’re not even sure what exactly triggered this argument again this time, but it never took too much for Minjeong to get so worked up when you were there. The plan was to simply go home after hooking up, trying not to argue but of course, you guys failed again. Like always.
“You didn’t even wait a fucking week! I fucking caught you while picking up my stuff you horny piece of lying shit.” she said while pushing your shoulders.
“But it was not cheating! Jesus, minjeong, YOU broke up with me. You broke up with me because you said I turned distant and instead of talking to me, YOU alone decided to end our relationship. Why are you acting like I’m the villain?!”
“Because you are! And what? Am I supposed to believe you didn’t know her from before? That you weren’t fucking before we broke up?!” you really hated her tone and the assumptions she kept making over and over again.
“Think whatever you want, Minjeong.”
“yeah of course I’m gonna think whatever I want, because you know it’s true. Fucking cheater.”
“Don’t Fucking talk to me in that tone, Minjeong.” you warned her, clenching your jaw.
“Or what,y/n? What the fuck are you gonna do?” she challenged you, her face too close to yours. You were looking at each other like you wanted to kill each other, and maybe you wanted, or maybe…
“Oh fuck… oh my Fuckin god!” Minjeong screamed under you, her nails deep on your back and the strap deep inside her as she clenched around it so tight, coming with you while the other end of the toy made you reach your own climax, biting on the girl’s shoulder. “Fuck! That hurt you fucking idiot, let go!” She complained while pushing you to the side, now both of you lying side to side on the bed, looking at the ceiling trying your best to ignore the post nut clarity. there goes another burning, steamy round of sex. Bodies so sweaty and hot you could feel the hair stuck to your forehead and nape. “I’m gonna take a shower, you better not be here once I’m out.” She said, in a bitter tone that was still somehow calmed. You heard her, but didn’t show any reaction as your eyes were still stuck to the ceiling. You sighed, hearing her enter the shower, knowing you had to get up soon to get your clothes before she decided to do it herself and pushed you out of her door half naked.
——
On a different occasion, after you two finished, you didn’t wait for her to tell you to go. You started getting dressed up a little faster than usual. Normally, you waited for her to just kick you out, ‘cause deep down you always had a little hope she’d let you stay with her, to sleep in each other’s arms like before, like when you were each other’s home and safe place. The day after tho, you were busy because of work and you needed to advance some of it so you did have to go home that night. However, Minjeong didn’t buy it.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked very curious and clearly upset about your behavior, which surprised you because she was always the one in a hurry to get you out of her apartment. You scoffed.
“What? Now you want me to stay?” you asked in a sarcastic tone, which made her role her eyes “I have work tomorrow morning and stuff to finish tonight, I don’t have time to wait around until you’re kicking me out and throwing my clothes at me in the middle of the hallway.”
“Bullshit.” she said, clearly getting worked up once again because of whatever she was imagining. “what is it? That bitch texted you to get home soon?”
“What are you talking about?” You asked really tired, you really didn’t wanna deal with this tonight.
“You know who I’m talking about, y/n. Your new bitch, the one you cheated on me with.” she answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Are you fucking serious? How many times do I have to tell you that it was a ONE time thing? Why cant you get that through your fucking head?!”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” she yelled, tears threatening to fall already.
“I am NOT lying, fuck!” you yelled back, agitated about this whole situation, this whole routine and cycle.
“God why do we always end up fighting?!” she screamed louder in exasperation. She just doesn’t understand how someone who used to make her feel so much love now upset her so easily.
“I don’t know! You tell me!” you told her, moving your hands as you speak to emphasize your desperation for answers “You’re always the first one to raise your fucking voice. What, am I supposed to just accept it and let you talk to me like that like—”
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” she yelled with a trembling voice and tears already falling down her face, grabbing your shirt and hardly pushing you against the wall, making you go quiet and a little scared. Both of you breathing heavy, her so close to you that you could feel her breathe on your lips. She rested her forehead against yours without making eye contact, just trying her best to calm herself. “I Fuckin hate you, y/n.”
“No you don’t…” you whispered, this time waiting for her to make the next move. And so she did, kissing you deeply. And there you went for yet another round. This time, it made you so exhausted that you fell asleep for a little while, and Minjeong decided to take the chance to shower.
She hated herself. For enjoying the taste of your lips, the touch of your hands, the feeling of your skin. The taste of your body and how you knew hers so well. She hated you (no) but she hated herself more for not being able to escape you, to resist you. You broke her fucking heart and you didn’t even seem to care, and still here she was, calling you when she needed you, and you would always come like you always did. Or when you suddenly text her or knock on her door, she couldn’t deny you. Her body burned for your touch.
It burned for it and afterwards it would still burn, but for different reasons. Minjeong always needed to shower after having sex with her ex. She needed that private time, to desperately try and erase you from her body like she wasn’t gonna call you again soon. Minjeong would cry under the water, knowing she could never erase the print you’ve left in her heart, her soul. Knowing she would always yearn for you to make her body yours. She was yours, and as much as she hated the pain you caused her, this is something she had yet to accept. That you were each other’s. That she couldn’t just cut that thread. Her body didn’t listen to her, her mind was fragmented and so was her heart. Pieces of them everywhere inside of her, most of them not able to process all of this.
So she’d cry under the shower, out of pain, out of anger, out of love. Out of so many things. Kim Minjeong was just emotionally exhausted, and you? You were emotionally numb. And you were trying to be ok with it for now, ‘cause you knew the moment everything hit you again, it was gonna be chaos inside of you. You were not gonna be able to process your girl not being your girl anymore. The love of your life turned into some type of enemy that didn’t want you but couldn’t let you go either. So you trick your brain, deep down hoping things will get better and you’ll find some answers. For now? You’d make Minjeong yours again and again the only way she allowed you to.
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