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Aug 9

XO, Y/N: Lost on Level Five

Episode 4: Hanni Pham solo date (fluff & lots of smut)

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The morning after Somi’s explosive encounter with Y/N, the fifth-floor group chat was still a chaotic storm of notifications. The audio clips of Somi’s guttural moans and the wet, squelching sounds of her fingering herself with Y/N’s seed had left the girls in a state of collective arousal and competitive frenzy.

For Hanni, reading those messages was like pouring gasoline on a slow-burning fire. While she and Y/N had established a sweet, steady rhythm of weekly lunch dates, the vivid descriptions of his stamina and the sheer hunger in Somi’s voice made Hanni realize that "sweet" wasn't enough. She wanted the heat. She wanted the intensity. She wanted to know exactly what it felt like to be filled by him.

Hanni awoke at 5:00 AM, her mind racing. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head—a timeless piece of wisdom passed down through generations: "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." As a professional pastry chef, Hanni knew that food wasn't just sustenance; it was a language of desire, a way to seduce the senses before the body ever touched.

She spent the early hours in her kitchen, the air filling with the scent of melting butter and caramelized sugar. With practiced precision, she folded fresh, tart blueberries into a rich, creamy filling, wrapping them in flaky, golden pastry to create perfect turnovers. Beside them, a tray of chocolate chip cookies baked to a precise golden-brown, the chocolate chunks still gooey and molten. As she packed them into a neat basket, her heart hammered against her ribs. She wasn't just delivering breakfast; she was staking her claim.

When she reached Y/N’s door, she took a deep breath, smoothing down her apron. She knocked softly, her pulse quickening. When Y/N opened the door, still slightly sleepy with his hair tousled, Hanni felt a wave of affection and lust hit her simultaneously.

"Good morning, Y/N," she beamed, holding up the basket. "I wanted to bring you something sweet to start your day. Just a little thank you for being so wonderful to me lately."

Y/N smiled, the warmth of his gaze making Hanni’s toes curl. "Hanni? You didn't have to do this. But god, it smells amazing."

"I wanted to," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, a hint of the flirtatiousness she’d seen in the group chat leaking through. "And… I was wondering. If you aren't too busy tonight, would you like to go on a real date with me? Not just a quick lunch, but a proper evening out?"

Y/N didn't even hesitate. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I would love to, Hanni. It's a date."

The moment she left his apartment, Hanni whipped out her phone. The group chat was still buzzing with the aftermath of Somi's "victory."

Hanni: "Guess who just scored a real date for tonight? 😉"

The response was instantaneous.

Somi: "GO GET HIM, HANNI! Just remember to tell us exactly how he tastes! 👅" Danielle: "Finally! Hanni's moving in! We're all rooting for you, babe!" Jiwoo: "Wait, Hanni, you're actually okay with the 'arrangement'?"

Hanni smiled, her fingers flying across the screen.

Hanni: "Of course. He's too much of a prize to keep to myself. I'm happy to share, as long as I get my fair share of that dick. ❤️"

Magenta: "That's our girl! Get him tonight, Hanni! Make him scream!"

As evening descended over the city, Hanni spent an hour in front of her mirror, meticulously crafting a look that balanced elegance with raw, provocative allure. She chose a dark brown two-piece outfit that clung to every curve of her toned body. The square-neck crop top was tight, hugging her breasts and ending just below her ribcage to leave her smooth, tanned midriff completely exposed. The matching high-waisted skirt was the piece de resistance; it featured a daring, large cut-out panel on her left hip, revealing a tantalizing stretch of skin from her waist down to her upper thigh.

She accessorized with a thick, chunky gold chain-link necklace that rested against her collarbones and large gold hoop earrings that framed her face. Her long, pointed white nails looked sharp and sophisticated, and she carried a glossy, red heart-shaped handbag that added a pop of playful passion to the ensemble. She finished the look with a swipe of glossy lipstick, leaving her lips slightly parted and inviting.

When Y/N arrived to pick her up, he stopped dead in his tracks. He was dressed in a classy black blazer paired with dark jeans, looking every bit the sophisticated gentleman. But as his eyes traveled over Hanni—from the exposed skin of her hip to the way the brown fabric strained against her chest—his expression shifted from admiration to pure, unadulterated hunger.

"Hanni…" he breathed, his voice low. "You look… absolutely breathtaking. I can't even find the words. You are stunning."

Hanni felt a thrill of victory. She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—a mix of vanilla and jasmine—wafting toward him. She looked up into his eyes, her dark brown irises shimmering with a mix of romance and mischief. "Do you really like it?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. She shifted her weight to one hip, deliberately drawing his attention to the cut-out in her skirt. "I wanted to wear something… special. Just for you."

Y/N reached out, his hand resting firmly on the small of her back, pulling her closer. "Special is an understatement. You look incredible, Hanni. I might have a hard time focusing on the food tonight."

Hanni giggled, a soft, melodic sound, and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Well, that's the plan. But first, we eat."

Hanni had made reservations at a friend's restaurant, a hidden gem downtown that specialized in authentic European cuisine. As they entered, the atmosphere was immediately romantic—dim lighting, soft jazz playing in the background, and the rich aroma of garlic, saffron, and simmering wine filling the air.

They were seated at a secluded corner table, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across Hanni’s tanned skin. As they looked over the menu, the conversation flowed with an effortless grace. They spent the first hour talking and laughing, bridging the gap between "casual acquaintances" and something much deeper.

"I don't think I ever told you the full story of where I grew up," Hanni said, leaning forward, her breasts pressing slightly against the edge of the table. "I'm Vietnamese-Australian. I grew up in Melbourne, which is a completely different world from Seoul."

Y/N leaned in, captivated. "Melbourne? That sounds amazing. What was it like?"

Hanni’s eyes lit up as she began to describe her childhood. "Oh, it was wonderful! My father is obsessed with the outdoors. Some of my favorite memories are of us surfing together at the beach. I used to try and out-surf my younger sister, which usually ended with both of us wiping out and laughing until we couldn't breathe."

Y/N laughed, imagining the scene. "I can totally see you as a surfer girl."

"It wasn't all beaches, though," she continued, a mischievous glint in her eye. "The wildlife is the craziest part. I remember this one time, a kangaroo literally tried to fight our backyard fence. It just stood there, boxing the air, looking at us like we were the intruders! I used to think they were so cute until one tried to steal a sandwich right out of my hand."

Y/N chuckled, his gaze drifting from her lips to her eyes. "You're full of surprises, Hanni."

"I have plenty more where that came from," she whispered, her voice dropping to a flirtatious hum. She reached across the table, her long white nails grazing the back of his hand. "I've spent so much time in the kitchen making treats for other people… but tonight, I just want to enjoy something sweet with you."

The dinner was a culinary masterpiece. They started with a rich, creamy pasta infused with truffle oil and wild mushrooms, the flavors exploding on their tongues. Then came the Spanish paella, a vibrant medley of saffron-scented rice, succulent shrimp, and mussels that tasted of the Mediterranean sea. Between bites, they flirted openly, the tension building with every shared look and accidental touch.

Y/N found himself mesmerized by Hanni. It wasn't just her physical beauty—though the way her brown outfit accentuated her curves was nearly distracting—it was her spirit. She was warm, intelligent, and possessed a playful confidence that made him want to pull her across the table and kiss her deeply.

"You're staring," Hanni teased, a small, knowing smile on her lips.

"I can't help it," Y/N admitted honestly. "You're beautiful, Hanni. And not just the outfit. I love the way you talk, the way you laugh… I've really been looking forward to this."

Hanni felt a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the wine. She reached out and squeezed his hand. "I've been looking forward to this too. More than you know."

To top off the evening, they ordered the restaurant's signature gelato. They shared a large bowl of artisanal pistachio and dark chocolate, using two spoons to feed each other. Each small bite was an excuse for their eyes to lock, the silence between them heavy with an unspoken promise of what was to come.

As they left the restaurant, the cool night air hit them, but they didn't feel the chill. Y/N instinctively wrapped his arm around Hanni’s waist, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her hip through the cut-out of her skirt. Hanni shivered, not from the cold, but from the electricity of his touch. She leaned her head against his shoulder, sliding her hand into his, their fingers interlocking perfectly.

They walked back toward their apartment building in a comfortable, romantic silence, the only sound being the distant hum of the city and the rhythmic click of Hanni’s heels on the pavement. They were still enjoying the last of their gelato, the sweet cream lingering on their lips.

Hanni looked up at Y/N, her dark brown eyes reflecting the city lights. She felt a surge of affection for him, but beneath that was the simmering hunger she had felt since reading the group chat. She knew the other girls—Somi, Haneul—had already tasted him, and the thought didn't make her jealous; it made her crave him more. She wanted to experience that same intensity, to feel his strength and his passion.

As they approached the entrance of their building, Hanni slowed her pace, pulling slightly on his hand to make him stop. She turned to face him, her body pressing lightly against his black blazer.

"Thank you for tonight, Y/N," she whispered, her voice breathy and full of longing. "It was… perfect."

Y/N looked down at her, his gaze intense. He could see the desire swirling in her eyes, the way her lips were parted, inviting him. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. "The night is still young, Hanni."

Hanni smiled, a slow, sultry expression that promised everything. She didn't say a word, but the way she looked at him told him exactly what she wanted. She wanted to go upstairs. She wanted the clothes to come off. She wanted to find out if the rumors in the group chat were true.

Hand in hand, they stepped into the lobby, the air between them thick with anticipation, the romantic dinner having served as the perfect appetizer for the feast they were both craving.

The air between them was thick, electric, and heavy with a tension that had been building since the moment Y/N had seen Hanni in that brown dress. As they reached the door to her apartment, the world around them seemed to fade into a blur of city lights and distant noise.

They stopped, standing chest-to-chest, their breathing synchronized and shallow. For a long moment, neither spoke; they simply looked into each other's eyes, a silent conversation of raw desire and mutual longing passing between them.

Hanni couldn't take the anticipation for another second. The memories of the group chat—Somi’s guttural moans, the descriptions of Y/N’s stamina—were screaming in her mind. She didn't want a "sweet" evening; she wanted to be consumed. She reached up, her fingers curling into the lapels of his black blazer, and pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss.

It wasn't a gentle greeting. It was a claim. Hanni pressed her body firmly against his, her curves molding to his hard frame. Her tongue flicked against his, tasting the lingering sweetness of the gelato and the heat of his mouth. Y/N groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against his growing erection. He could feel how desperate she was, the way she arched her back and whimpered into his mouth, her hunger mirroring his own.

They broke apart just an inch, their lips glistening, breath hitching. "Do you… want to come inside for a night drink?" Hanni whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of affection and lust.

"Yes," Y/N answered immediately, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "God, yes."

The door had barely clicked shut behind them before the pretense of a "drink" vanished. The moment they were inside the privacy of her sanctuary, the restraint they had maintained throughout dinner snapped. They collided again, their mouths crashing together in a clumsy, desperate scramble.

They stumbled through the hallway, legs tangling, backs hitting the walls as they fought to get closer to one another. Every touch was frantic—hands tearing at fabric, lips searching for every inch of exposed skin. They practically fell into the bedroom, the dim lighting casting soft shadows across the space. Hanni didn't wait. With a fluid, confident motion, she reached for the zipper of her dress. She stepped out of the brown fabric, letting it pool on the floor like a discarded skin.

Y/N froze, his breath catching in his throat. Hanni stood before him in a laced pink bra and panties set that left very little to the imagination. The delicate lace strained against her ample, curvy breasts, and the thin straps dug slightly into her soft shoulders. The panties hugged her wide hips and plump ass, highlighting the seductive swell of her thighs. She looked like a goddess of desire, her skin glowing in the low light.

Hanni saw the way he was staring—the raw, unadulterated hunger in his eyes, the way his pupils were blown wide. She loved it. She loved knowing she had this effect on him, that she had reduced a sophisticated gentleman to a man starving for her body. She gave him a playful, knowing smile, her chest heaving.

"Like what you see?" she teased, though her voice was thick with need.

Y/N didn't answer with words. He stripped off his clothes with frantic haste, his blazer and jeans hitting the floor in a heap. When he stood before her naked, Hanni’s eyes dropped to his cock. It was thick, heavy, and pulsing with a need that matched her own. A small whimper escaped her lips; she wanted that weight inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Y/N rushed back to her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he reclaimed her lips. He began to worship her, his kisses migrating from her mouth to the sensitive curve of her neck. He sucked on the skin there, leaving a faint mark of possession that made Hanni gasp and arch her back.

"You are so beautiful, Hanni," he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her. "I've wanted you all night. I can't stop thinking about how soft your lips are."

He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her sternum, swirling around the lace of her pink bra. He kissed the valley between her breasts, his hands kneading her curves with a passionate intensity. Hanni moaned, her fingers digging into his hair, guiding him further down. He continued his descent, kissing her stomach, the dip of her waist, and finally, the lace of her panties.

He lingered there, breathing in her scent—a mix of her perfume and the natural, musky aroma of her arousal. He licked the fabric of the panties, tasting the dampness that had already soaked through. Hanni let out a loud, shaky moan, her hips twitching instinctively.

"Please… Y/N… I need you," she whimpered.

With a deft movement, he slid the pink lace down her legs, tossing them aside. He stepped back for a moment to admire her fully—the pink, plump folds of her pussy glistening and wet, inviting him in. He didn't wait any longer. He pushed her gently back onto the bed and dove between her legs.

The first touch of his tongue against her clit made Hanni scream. It was a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure that radiated through her entire body. Y/N was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision. He sucked her clit into his mouth, creating a vacuum of pleasure that had Hanni thrashing against the sheets.

"Oh god! Yes! Right there!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the room.

As he continued to eat her out with a starving passion, Hanni reached back and unclipped her bra, tossing it away. She wanted to feel him everywhere. Y/N responded instantly, reaching up to grab her breasts, his fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while his tongue continued to ravage her pussy. The combination of the stimulation—the rhythmic suction on her clit and the firm grip on her tits—was too much.

Hanni’s breath came in ragged gasps. She felt the tension building in her lower belly, a coil of heat tightening until it finally snapped. She let out a guttural scream, her body shuddering in a powerful, toe-curling orgasm. She clamped her legs around his head, pulling him closer as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

As she slowly came down from the high, her mind cleared, but her hunger only intensified. She looked down at Y/N, who was looking up at her with a look of pure devotion, his chin wet with her juices. Hanni felt a surge of competitive desire. She thought of Somi, of Haneul, and the audio clips they had shared. She wanted the other girls to know exactly how Y/N felt inside her.

She reached down, grabbing him by the chin and pulling him up into a deep, searing kiss. As their tongues clashed, she tasted herself on his lips—the salty, sweet flavor of her own release—and it only made her wetter.

"I want it now," she whispered against his lips, her voice commanding yet desperate. "Fuck me, Y/N. Fill me up. I want to feel every inch of you."

While he positioned himself between her legs, Hanni reached for her phone on the nightstand. With a quick swipe, she opened the fifth-floor group chat. She hit the record button on the audio message app and held the phone close to her face, her breathing heavy and erratic.

"Girls…" she moaned into the microphone, her voice dripping with lust. "You have no idea… Y/N is here… and he's about to destroy me…"

Y/N didn't need another invitation. He gripped her thighs, pulling them back toward her chest, and drove his big dick into her in one powerful thrust.

"AHHH!" Hanni shrieked, the sound captured perfectly by the phone.

The sensation was overwhelming. He was so thick, stretching her walls to their limit, filling her in a way she had only dreamed of. Y/N groaned, his muscles rippling as he began to move. He started with deep, rhythmic plunges, each stroke bottoming out against her cervix.

"You're so tight, Hanni," Y/N groaned, his voice strained with effort. "God, you feel incredible. I can't believe how perfect you are."

"Fuck me harder!" Hanni screamed, her voice cracking. She spoke into the phone, her words punctuated by the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding. "Do you hear that? He's so big… he's stretching me so wide… oh god, Y/N, yes! Right there!"

For the next twenty minutes, Y/N absolutely destroyed her pussy. He shifted his weight, driving into her with a relentless pace that left Hanni gasping for air. He was a force of nature, his stamina proving every word the other girls had said. He flipped her, moved her, and pounded into her in missionary, his chest heaving against hers, their sweat mingling.

Hanni was lost in a blur of pleasure. Every thrust sent a new wave of electricity through her. She felt another orgasm building, then another. She screamed as she peaked for the second time, her internal muscles clamping tight around his shaft, milking him. Before she could even recover, Y/N changed the angle, lifting her hips and driving in even deeper.

"I love being with you, Hanni," he whispered, his voice romantic and raw. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

"I've wanted you since the moment i met you in that diner, Y/N… oh god, again! I'm coming again!"

She exploded into a third, shattering orgasm, her body shaking violently as Y/N continued to hammer into her, refusing to let her go until she was completely spent.

As the intensity slowed, Hanni lay there, panting, her skin flushed a deep pink. But as she looked at the phone, seeing the notifications from the other girls blowing up—their jealousy and arousal palpable through the screen—a new desire took hold. She wanted to give him everything. She wanted to be claimed in the most taboo way possible.

"Y/N…" she whispered, her voice a sultry lure. "I want you… in my ass."

Y/N paused, his eyes widening. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she moaned, rolling over onto her stomach and arching her back, presenting her plump, rounded ass to him. "I want to feel you there. I want you to take it all."

Y/N didn't hesitate. He reached for a bit of lubricant from the nightstand, coating his thick cock and her tight entrance. He pressed the head of his dick against her pucker, and Hanni let out a sharp gasp of anticipation. With a slow, steady push, he began to slide inside.

Hanni let out a muffled scream into the pillow, the sensation of being filled anally being an entirely different kind of intensity. It was a pressure that felt all-consuming, a fullness that made her feel completely possessed.

"Oh god… it's so big…" she whimpered.

Once he was fully seated inside her, Y/N began to move. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and began to pound her into the mattress. The sound was different now—deeper, heavier, the rhythmic thud of his pelvis hitting her ass echoing through the room.

Hanni grabbed her phone again, holding it close to her lips, her voice a broken, needy whisper.

"He's in my ass now, girls…" she moaned, a triumphant smile on her lips despite the intensity of the pain and pleasure. "He's fucking me so deep… I can feel him in my gut… he's pounding me into the bed… I'm his… I'm completely his…"

Y/N increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent. He was no longer the sophisticated gentleman; he was a predator, and Hanni was his willing prey. He whispered romantic things in her ear—how much he adored her, how she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known—even as he ruthlessly hammered into her backside.

"You're mine, Hanni," he groaned, his voice a dark command. "Tell them. Tell them who you belong to."

"I'm yours!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the recording. "I'm Y/N's! Fuck me! Destroy me!"

The friction and the pressure built to an unbearable peak. Y/N felt his own climax rushing toward him, a tidal wave of heat that he could no longer hold back. He let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, devastating thrusts, burying himself as deep as possible in her ass.

He came with a violence that shook them both, his seed pumping deep into her bowels in hot, thick bursts. Hanni cried out, her own body reacting to the intensity, her pussy pulsing in sympathy even though he was in her ass.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. Y/N stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing heavily against her neck, kissing the salt from her skin.

Hanni lay there, completely exhausted, a look of pure bliss on her face. She looked at her phone one last time, seeing the chaotic storm of messages from the fifth-floor girls—the jealousy, the longing, the sheer desperation to have their turn with him.

She smiled, curling closer to Y/N. She had experienced the heat, the intensity, and the passion she had craved. And as she drifted toward a deep, satisfied sleep in his arms, she knew that the "sweet" rhythm of their relationship had been replaced by something far more explosive.

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