pairing : won haneul x fem!reader
summary : yn is js an asshole fr idk
warnings : sub g!p haneul smut, toxicity, belle is used as the “homewrecker”, crying, mommy kink 😅, cursing, etc.
unnecessary bs : 7.7k words 🙂↕️🙂↕️ happy holidays and tysm for 150 followers 😭🙏
“honestly, haneul, i don’t know why you’re still with yn,” julie said, reaching over to grab a fry from natty’s plate, only to get her hand slapped away.
“right, she’s the asshole of assholes!” the thai girl chimed in, shooting julie a warning glare as she pulled her plate closer.
haneul shifted uncomfortably in her seat, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “she’s not… that bad,” she said quietly, her tone unsure but still protective.
julie rolled her eyes. “oh, come on, haneul. we’ve all seen how she treats you. she’s toxic, plain and simple.”
“maybe she’s made mistakes,” haneul countered, her voice firm, “but everyone’s quick to judge without knowing the full story. she’s not perfect, but who is?”
“not perfect? bobsky, she manipulates you!” natty shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you’re always the one apologizing, always the one fixing things when she screws up.”
“i know she has her flaws,” haneul murmured, her gaze dropping to her lap. “but… i see a side of her that you don’t. she can be really sweet and caring when it’s just the two of us.”
julie raised a skeptical brow, leaning back in her seat. “love shouldn’t feel like this, sky. but fine—if you want to keep defending her, that’s your choice. just don’t come crying to us when she hurts you again.”
the table fell into an awkward silence, natty and julie exchanging worried glances while haneul quietly twirled a fry between her fingers, holding on to her hope, no matter how fragile it seemed.
“so… when are you gonna see belle? she’s such a nice girl and obviously likes you!” natty said, her tone light as she tried to steer the conversation into safer territory.
“mhm, she mentioned you two have been texting a lot,” julie added, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she nudged haneuls foot lightly.
haneul blinked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “oh, um… belle’s nice, yeah,” she murmured, her voice soft. “but it’s not like that. we’re just… friends.”
natty raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand. “friends who text each other every night?” she teased.
julie leaned in with an exaggerated gasp. “and friends who conveniently light up whenever they see each other?”
haneul fidgeted, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “it’s not what you think,” she insisted quietly, though the faint smile on her face betrayed her embarrassment.
natty and julie exchanged a knowing look, their playful grins widening as they returned to their food, satisfied with the blush they’d managed to coax out of their soft hearted friend.
the air was already a bit awkward when belle strolled up to their table, her tote bag slung over one shoulder and her phone in hand. she barely glanced at julie and natty before her eyes landed on haneul. “speak of the devil..” natty whispered to julie, a smirk playing on her face.
“hi, naneulie” belle greeted, her tone light and easy, like they were the only two people in the room.
haneul looked up, startled, and managed a soft, “oh hi, hyewon.”
belle smiled and wasted no time sliding into the seat next to the girl, her shoulder bumping lightly against hers. “i didn’t know you’d be here! cute surprise, huh?”
natty raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, while julie smirked, leaning back in her chair as if settling in for a show.
“we’re just grabbing some food,” natty said casually, glancing between belle and haneul. “you want something? you’ve already helped yourself to our company.”
belle didn’t even look at her, instead leaning closer to the younger and tapping her arm. “you didn’t text me back earlier,” she said with a playful pout. “i was waiting forever, you know.”
haneul blinked, fumbling for an answer. “oh, um, sorry—i got busy.”
“busy with what?” the blonde asked, resting her chin in her hand as she turned fully toward haneul. her knee brushed against haneul’s under the table, and haneul shifted slightly, looking flustered.
julie stifled a laugh behind her hand. “probably busy dealing with yn. you know, her girlfriend?”
belle paused for a split second, then let out a light laugh as if the comment hadn’t fazed her. “oh yeah, yn,” she said breezily, waving her hand. “but i’m sure she doesn’t mind me borrowing bobsky for a bit, right?”
natty leaned forward, grinning. “borrow her? belle, you’re acting like she’s your personal property or something.”
belle shrugged, her gaze still locked on haneul. “i mean, we’re just friends. it’s not a big deal, right?”
haneul’s cheeks burned as she looked down at her lap, unsure how to respond.
“you’re so bold,” julie teased, shaking her head. “aren’t you worried yn will like, find out and blow up?”
belle smirked, finally glancing at julie. “let her. what’s she gonna do, send me a mean text?”
“she’d probably send bobsky a mean text.” natty shot back, laughing.
belle ignored them, reaching out to lightly tug at the sleeve of haneul’s sweater. “you look really cute today.” she said, her voice soft enough that it felt just for haneul, even though everyone at the table could hear it.
haneul froze, her eyes darting to natty and julie, who were both watching with thinly veiled amusement. “uh, thanks,” she mumbled, scooting a fraction away, though belle didn’t seem to notice—or care.
natty leaned back, whispering to Julie, “yn’s gonna lose her mind when she hears about this.”
as the group continued chatting, haneul’s phone buzzed on the table. she glanced at the screen, the notification lighting up with your name.
yn 🩷: imysmm :(( can i call u later ?
haneul’s thumb hovered over the notification for a second. her stomach twisted as she read the message, the usual mix of guilt and exhaustion creeping in.
julie, ever nosy, leaned over to peek at the screen. “oh, is that yn?” she asked, dragging out the name with a knowing smirk.
haneul quickly turned the phone face down, her cheeks heating up. “it’s nothing,” she mumbled.
belle raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the exchange. “yn again?” she asked casually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “she’s so clingy, isn’t she?”
natty snorted, nudging haneul’s arm. “bet she’s sending her usual ‘i miss you’ texts, huh?”
haneul gave a nervous laugh but didn’t respond. her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t bother to check this time. instead, she focused on the conversation, pretending she hadn’t seen the message.
meanwhile, back on your end, the “read” receipt stared back at you, unanswered.
a few hours later, you’re lounging in your room, scrolling through Instagram with a bored, disinterested look on your face. you’ve already seen that haneul hasn’t responded to your texts, but you’re not about to chase her. you don’t have to.
your finger lazily swipes through the feed until you come across julie’s story. a group photo. at first, you’re not all that interested, but then you see her—haneul—standing in the corner of the frame, a little too close to belle.
your eyes narrow as you study the details. haneul’s hand is resting casually on belle’s waist. It’s subtle, but it’s there. so that’s how it is.
a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you watch them. haneul, with that soft expression on her face, looking so innocent, her hand on belle’s waist like it’s no big deal. you don’t miss the way haneul leans in a little, and how belle seems to be melting into the touch, her lips close to your girlfriends neck as she smiles.
you pause for a moment, then smirk. this is the perfect time to remind haneul exactly who she’s dealing with. you take a quick photo of yourself—just enough to tease, nothing too obvious, but suggestive enough to get a point across. you’re dressed casually, quite a bit of skin showing, leaning into the shot just right. you want it to look effortless, like you couldn’t care less, but you know exactly what you’re doing.
you post it with a simple caption: “huzz hmu”
no explanation needed. it’s clear.
as you stare at the post, your mind drifts back to the photo from earlier, the one of haneul with belle. you replay it in your head—the closeness, the casual touch, like nothing was wrong. and that’s when you decide: this isn’t just about her. it’s about sending a message.
you click back into the group photo julie had posted earlier. your finger hovers over the screen, and with a swift motion, you screenshot it. you crop it just right, zooming in on haneul’s arm around belle’s waist, making sure it’s crystal clear.
then you open your messages, and without hesitation, you send the screenshot to haneul. the caption? just a string of question marks.
question marks. no explanation. she’ll get the message.
you watch as the message status changes to “read” waiting a couple minutes before your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.
you stare at the message from haneul, your finger hovering over the screen. It’s a simple question: “why would you post that??”
you already know that she knows the answer—it’s obvious. you just needed to make it clear. you tap the reply box, fingers itching to type something sharp, but you pause.
instead, you just lean back, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. haneul was always the one to play it safe, to avoid confrontation. you know she won’t come right out and say what she’s really thinking, but she’s still trying to act innocent.
you finally type out a response:
“just thought id remind u whats out there. since u clearly dont care about whats right in front of u.”
you send it before you can second-guess yourself, feeling that familiar mix of satisfaction and frustration swirl in your chest. you know she’s going to take a while to reply, probably scrambling to figure out what to say without starting a fight. she always does.
sure enough, the dots appear. you brace yourself, waiting for the inevitable passive reply.
finally, the message pops up:
neul 💕: “This isn’t about me and Hyewon. You know that, right?”
you let out a light laugh before biting your lip while typing. “really? because it looks like ur trying to make something else happen.”
you can almost hear her hesitating on the other side of the screen. It’s exactly what you wanted—make her question herself, make her feel a little uneasy for once.
neul 💕: “I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
you bite your lip, resisting the urge to snap back immediately. Instead, you let a few seconds pass, then type:
“maybe u should start acting like u care. bc im not gonna wait around while u play games with other girls.”
you press send, leaning back against your pillow, feeling the rush of control that only comes when you have someone exactly where you want them.
you read haneul’s last message, and the corners of your mouth curl into a slight, bitter smile. she’s falling right into it—just like you knew she would. her hesitation, her soft words, it’s all so predictable.
you lean back, letting your phone rest on your lap as you take a deep breath. time to turn the tables. you quickly type out a message, making sure your words are sweet and innocent, laced with just enough guilt to make her feel like the bad guy.
“you know what? im just tired, haneul. i dont even know why i bother sometimes. i thought you cared, but it doesnt feel that way anymore.”
you hesitate, letting that statement sit in your mind for a second. you can practically see her scrambling to figure out how to respond. you know she’s soft, too soft for her own good, and it’s exactly what you need.
you add more, leaning into the act.
“i dont want to feel like im the only one putting in effort. it just hurts, honestly. i just want someone who actually chooses me.”
there it is. you’ve played the victim. you let the message hang there for a while, watching the screen, waiting for her to reply.
seconds feel like minutes.
finally, her message pops up. you can almost feel the weight of her guilt on the other side of the screen.
neul 💕: “I do care about you princess. I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. I don’t want you to feel like that.”
it’s exactly what you wanted. you smile to yourself, biting back a laugh. she’s swallowing it whole. you’ve got her wrapped around your finger.
you let a long pause sit before replying, letting her stew in her guilt. then, you type, just a little softer this time, letting the “i’m hurt” act run its course.
“i dont know, neul… sometimes it feels like im not enough. i dont want to be a second choice.”
you hit send, knowing this will be the moment she cracks.
haneul looks at your last message, her heart sinking. she doesn’t know how to respond, her mind racing with all the things she wants to say but can’t seem to get out. you’re upset, and she wants to fix it, but every time she types something, she feels like it’s not enough.
she stares at the screen, chewing on her lip, retyping the same thing over and over. “You are enough. You’re my first choice, my main priority.” but it feels hollow. it doesn’t feel like it’ll fix anything.
frustrated, haneul slumps back on the couch, rubbing her temples. julie, sitting nearby and watching her struggle, rolls her eyes. “you’re acting like this is the end of the world. just text her back already.”
haneul sighs. “i don’t know what to say to her anymore. she’s making me feel like I’m doing everything wrong.”
julie glances at the phone, then at haneul. “give me that.” she snatches the phone out of haneul’s hand before she can protest.
“julie, no!” haneul starts to reach for it, but julie’s already typing.
“watch and learn,” julie mutters, her fingers flying over the screen with a confidence haneul has seen quite a bit as the groups break up message writer. she doesn’t hesitate, completely bypassing all the guilt and worry haneul has been wrapped up in. Instead, she taps out a slick, direct message:
neul 💕: Yk yn, if you keep acting like this, you’re gonna push me away. Stop acting all hurt and play the game right, or someone else will take your spot.
she looks up at haneul, grinning. “now that’s how you handle it.”
haneul’s jaw drops. “julie, what the hell?! why would you say that?”
julie shrugs nonchalantly. “because it’s true. she needs to stop thinking she’s got you wrapped around her finger. you’re better than that.”
haneul stares at her phone in disbelief. she’s not sure whether to laugh, cry, or scream. the message feels so harsh, but there’s a part of her that knows julie’s right. if she keeps playing the role of the sweet, apologetic one, nothing’s ever going to change.
you read “haneul’s” message again, feeling a sharp pang of surprise mixed with frustration.
your fingers hover over the screen as a strange feeling settles in your chest. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. she’s not playing the game like she used to. she’s not apologizing, not begging. you hate that it feels like she’s finally standing up for herself, and you hate that you’re even considering backing down.
but you won’t. you won’t back down.
you start typing, every word laced with the control you know you still have. “so now im the one in the wrong? you seriously think you can just do whatever you want, haneul? ive been here, trying to make things work, and this is how you treat me?”
you press send quickly, but it doesn’t feel like enough. you need her to see exactly how this is going to play out.
without missing a beat, you type again. “you dont get to just walk away from this. youve never cared about me the way ive cared about you. ive given everything, and this is what i get?
a small, malicious grin curls at your lips as you reread the message. it’s a challenge, and you know exactly how she’ll respond.
but you’re not done. you need her to really feel the weight of what you’re saying, to know that the ball is in her court now.
so, as a final act, you block her number. a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. you know exactly what’s going to happen next. she’ll realize she can’t reach you, and then she’ll be the one scrambling to fix things. it’s the perfect move—she won’t be able to ignore the situation for long. you’ve got her right where you want her.
you throw your phone down on the bed and sit back, waiting for her to come to you in the way you know she always does—when she’s desperate enough.
back on haneul’s side, the weight of reality crashes down on her. her heart sinks as she tries to reply to you, only to see her messages turn green.
“wait, she blocked me?” haneul’s voice cracks slightly, disbelief washing over her. “why would she do that?”
julie and natty, who’ve been watching intently, both exchange tired glances. it’s becoming painfully familiar.
julie shrugs, not even trying to hide her frustration. “what did you expect, sky? you’ve been walking on eggshells for so long, and she’s always been like this. she gets what she wants, or you’re out.”
natty rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “honestly, this is exhausting. you’re letting her manipulate you again.”
haneul’s eyes dart to the phone, panic starting to creep in. “i need to call her. please, can i use your phone?” she’s almost pleading now, the desperation in her voice unmistakable.
julie hesitates before pushing her phone toward haneul with a sigh. “you really think calling her is going to fix anything? you know what she’s doing, right?”
haneul doesn’t respond, her fingers already tapping over the screen, trying to call you through julie’s phone. she knows it’s probably a bad idea. she knows you’re playing her, but she doesn’t know how to stop. her hands shake as she waits for the call to go through.
as the phone rings, julie and natty exchange a look, both of them silently acknowledging that this is just more of the same. haneul’s too wrapped up in this toxic back and forth to see it.
meanwhile, you sit back on your bed, the faint buzz of your phone breaking the silence. the screen lights up with an unknown number, and a smug smirk pulls at the corners of your lips. you already know who it is. haneul.
you take your time before picking up, letting the call ring for a few moments longer than necessary. finally, you swipe to answer.
“hello?” your voice is casual, almost bored, like you’re not even remotely fazed by the call.
there’s a pause on the other end, and you can practically feel haneul’s hesitation. then, her voice breaks through, soft and pleading, “yn… please, i just—”
you cut her off, letting the silence drag for a second before speaking. “what do you want, haneul?” your tone is icy, detached. it’s the calm before the storm, and you know she’s feeling it.
“i… i didn’t mean to hurt you,” haneul starts, her words rushing out, desperate. “i don’t know what’s going on, but blocking me like that… please, just let me explain.”
you can hear the urgency in her voice, and it only makes you feel more in control. you lean back into your bed, not even bothering to sit up, enjoying the power shift. “explain what? that you’re sorry? you always say that. but nothing ever changes, does it?”
haneul’s voice cracks. “i swear i’m trying, yn. i don’t want this to be over.”
you let out a small, fake laugh. “really? because it sure seems like you’re already moving on, huh? hanging out with belle and getting too comfortable with her. it doesn’t exactly scream ‘trying.’”
there’s a long, shaky silence on the other end. you can almost see her scrambling, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to fix it.
“you’re right,” haneul finally whispers, defeated. “i made a mistake.”
you smirk again, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “a little too late for that, don’t you think?”
the words feel almost too easy to say, but the rush of satisfaction is undeniable. you know she’s not going to give up this easily. she’ll be back. she always comes back.
you sit up a little, the smirk still playing on your lips, as you listen to haneul’s voice crack with guilt and desperation. you know she’s hanging on your every word, trying to figure out how to fix everything. and that’s exactly why you’re going to drag it out.
with a cold, calculated tone, you say, “you know, haneul, if you really want to fix this, if you really want to show me how sorry you are, then maybe we should talk about it in person.”
you pause for a moment, letting the words sink in, before you continue, dragging out the tension. “i think it’s time you come over and prove it. you’ll come to my place, and we’ll talk—really talk. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to convince me that this time is different.”
you let the silence hang between you, savoring the way she must be hanging on your every word. you know what’s coming next. you’ve already won.
there’s a long, tense silence on the other end of the phone. you can practically feel the weight of haneul’s hesitation, and you know she’s torn. she knows this is a game, but she’s so deep in it now that she can’t back out.
finally, haneul’s voice breaks through, quiet and shaky. “i… i’ll come. just tell me when.”
a victorious smirk spreads across your face. you knew she couldn’t resist.
you lean back against your pillows, rolling your eyes as if the power is effortless, the game won before it even began. “how about now?” your voice is soft, but there’s a cruel edge beneath it. “come over, neul. we’ll have a real conversation about everything. but make sure you’re ready.”
you hear her swallow, and the uncertainty in her voice is like music to your ears. “okay… i’ll be there soon.”
you end the call without a second thought, feeling the rush of control flood over you. you know exactly what you’re doing, and you can already predict how this will play out. haneul will come. she’ll beg. she’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.
and you’ll be there, sitting back, enjoying the show.
haneul hands julie the phone, her mind racing as she processes what just happened. a knot forms in her stomach, the weight of her decision settling in. what is she even walking into? what’s going to happen when she gets there?
“hey, i’m going to her house.” haneul announces to julie and natty, her voice strained and uncertain.
julie’s eyebrows shoot up, her face an unreadable mix of disappointment and frustration. she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “seriously, sky? you’re actually going over there? after everything that’s happened?”
natty just looks at her, her gaze tired but resigned. “i don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself. she’s just going to mess with your head more.”
haneul bites her lip, looking down at her phone as if it’s the only thing grounding her. “i know, but i have to try. i don’t want to give up on this yet.”
julie leans back in her chair, rubbing her temples. “you’re not going to fix anything by letting her control you like this. she’s playing you, haneul.”
“i’ll be fine,” haneul says, her voice shaky but determined. “i just… i need to do this.”
there’s another pause before haneul adds, almost offhandedly, “tell hyewon i said bye when she comes back from the bathroom.”
julie and natty share a glance, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. it’s obvious to them both: haneul is falling deeper into the mess, and she’s not even aware of it. julie opens her mouth to say something, but haneul’s already standing up, walking toward the door with a determined look on her face.
as haneul leaves, julie lets out a soft sigh. “this is gonna end badly.”
natty doesn’t answer. she just watches as haneul walks out the door, knowing there’s no convincing her now.
the sound of a knock on your door pulls you from whatever you were doing. you already know who it is before you even get up to answer.
you open the door slowly, and there she is—haneul. standing there in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy. her hair is slightly messy, her forehead slick with sweat despite the cold air outside. it’s almost pathetic how she stands there, her shoulders slumped, looking like she’s already defeated before she even steps foot inside.
you can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her like this.
“well,” you say, leaning against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. “didn’t take you long, huh?”
haneul doesn’t meet your gaze immediately. Instead, she wipes her forehead nervously, eyes darting around the doorway as if looking for some kind of escape. she opens her mouth to say something but hesitates, her words caught in her throat.
“babe…” her voice is soft, hesitant, the usual confident girl nowhere to be found. “i—i’m sorry. i just… i don’t want to lose you.”
you don’t move, just stare at her for a moment longer, letting her squirm. she’s so easy to read, so easy to manipulate. it feels almost too easy.
“you’re sorry? after everything you’ve done?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping back slightly to let her in but making no move to be kind or inviting. “come in.”
haneul takes a step forward, looking like she’s walking into a lion’s den. you close the door behind her with a soft click.
now it’s time to see how much she’ll beg.
haneul stands awkwardly in the middle of your living room, her arms crossed over her chest like she’s trying to hold herself together. her eyes flit around the room, avoiding yours, and the silence between you is thick, suffocating.
you lean casually against the armrest of your couch, arms folded, watching her. she looks so small, so unsure of herself. exactly how you wanted her.
“well?” you say after a moment, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “i’m waiting.”
haneul flinches slightly at your tone, but she forces herself to speak. “i—i didn’t mean for things to get this bad. i just—” she swallows hard, her voice shaky. “i don’t know what to do anymore, yn. you’re upset, and i… i don’t know how to fix it.”
you let out a soft, humorless laugh, shaking your head. “you don’t know how to fix it? really? maybe don’t put your hands all over belle next time. that’s a good place to start.”
her eyes widen slightly, and she stammers, “it wasn’t like that, i swear! she leaned into me, and i didn’t want to make it awkward. i—i wasn’t thinking.”
“of course, you weren’t thinking,” you snap, standing up straighter now, your voice dripping with venom. “you never think about how i feel, do you? i’m always the one who’s supposed to understand, to forgive, to be okay with you running around with your little friends while i’m sitting here, waiting for you.”
haneul’s lip trembles slightly, and she looks like she’s trying not to cry. “that’s not fair, yn. you know i care about you,” she says softly, her words stumbling over themselves. “a-and… sometimes you’re the one who goes out with other people… gets close with them…”
you scoff, taking a step closer to her, watching as she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “don’t put this on me, haneul. i’m not the one who messed up. you are. and now you’re here, looking like a kicked dog, hoping i’ll just forgive you because you said you’re sorry. is that it?”
“i’m not trying to turn anything on you,” she says quickly, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “i just—i feel like you don’t see how much i care. you do things too, yn, and sometimes it hurts, but i don’t—” she cuts herself off, pressing her lips together as her eyes drop to the floor.
you let out a cold laugh, crossing your arms as you take a step closer. “oh, so now i’m the problem? you’re really sitting here, trying to act like you’re the victim, when you’re the one out there with belle? touching her like it’s no big deal?”
haneul shakes her head frantically, her voice rising in desperation. “it’s not like that! i told you, i wasn’t thinking—”
“exactly,” you cut her off, your tone icy. “you weren’t thinking. not about me, not about us. but now you want me to believe you care? after all of this?”
her shoulders slump, and she looks so small, so defeated, that for a moment, you almost feel a twinge of sympathy. but then you remember the photo, the way her hand lingered on belle’s waist, and the bitterness takes over again.
“yn, please,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “i just want to fix this.”
you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words. “fix it, huh? and what exactly are you going to do to fix it, haneul? because right now, i’m not seeing much effort.”
her breath hitches, and she finally looks up at you, her eyes glistening. “i don’t want to lose you, yn. please, just tell me what i can do. i’ll do anything.”
you pause, letting her words hang in the air for a moment. the power shift is intoxicating, and you savor it, tilting your head slightly as you watch her unravel in front of you.
“anything?” you repeat again, this time softer, more venom laced beneath the word.
she nods again, her voice catching as she whispers, “anything.”
without warning, you place your hands on her shoulders and shove her backward onto the couch. she falls easily, her wide eyes locked on yours, and for a split second, you see the surprise flicker across her face.
you swing your leg over her lap, straddling her, your hands pressing firmly on her shoulders to keep her in place. haneul could stop you if she wanted to—you know it, and she knows it. she’s stronger than you, far stronger. her frame alone radiates quiet strength, the kind that could have you off her in an instant. but she doesn’t use it. she doesn’t even try.
her hands hover awkwardly by her sides, unsure whether to touch you or keep them away. her lips part, but no words come out, her expression a mixture of confusion and guilt.
“you’re pathetic, you know that?” you murmur, leaning closer until your faces are just inches apart. her breath hitches, and you can feel the tension in her body as she freezes under you. “all that strength, all that power, and you’re just letting me do this.”
“i—i don’t want to hurt you,” she stammers, her voice small, trembling.
“hurt me?” you echo, letting out a humorless laugh. “haneul, the only person hurting me right now is you. you don’t think seeing your hand on belle’s waist was a slap in the face? or that stupid soft smile you gave her?”
“it wasn’t like that,” she says quickly, her voice rising in desperation. “i told you—it didn’t mean anything! i wasn’t thinking!”
you tilt your head, pretending to consider her words as you trail your fingers down her shoulders, feeling the way she tenses under your touch. “not thinking,” you repeat softly. “you seem to do that a lot when it comes to me.”
“please, yn,” she whispers, her eyes glassy as they search yours. “tell me what to do. tell me how to fix it. i’ll do anything. just—just don’t leave me.”
you smirk, leaning back slightly but not moving off her. “that’s the thing, neul. i don’t think you even realize what you’ve done. but don’t worry—” you pause, letting the tension linger in the air. “i’ll make sure you never forget again.”
she swallows hard, her breath hitching as tears begin to spill down her cheeks. her trembling hands finally find their way to your waist, resting there lightly, as if grounding herself in the moment. her voice is barely audible as she chokes out, “i just want to make this right.”
you lean in closer, your voice a whisper against her ear. “good. because i’m not done with you yet.”
you don’t waste any time, leaning down again, this time with no hesitation, your lips crashing into hers with a force that leaves no room for second guessing. it’s hungry, possessive, your hands tangling into her hair as you press her back against the couch.
haneul lets out a soft gasp against your mouth, her hands tightening on your waist instinctively. she kisses you back just as desperately, her lips moving with yours, matching your intensity. tears are still streaming down her face, the saltiness lingering on her lips and slipping into the kiss. it only adds to the rawness of the moment, her vulnerability making her response even more desperate.
you can feel the way her body trembles slightly beneath you, not from fear, but from the weight of everything between you.
you deepen the kiss, biting down lightly on her lower lip, drawing a quiet whimper from her. it sends a rush of satisfaction through you, knowing you have her exactly where you want her. she could stop this if she wanted to—she’s strong enough to lift you off her like it’s nothing—but she doesn’t. instead, she lets you take what you want, surrendering completely.
her hands finally move, sliding up your back and pulling you closer, her strength barely restrained as she clings to you. the kiss grows hotter, more frantic, like neither of you can get enough.
when you finally pull back, both of you are breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen, and her wide eyes are locked on yours like she’s completely lost in you.
her hands still gripping you tightly, her gaze flickering between your lips and your eyes. her voice is shaky, tears still threatening to spill over as she whispers, “yn…” it’s quiet, fragile, like she’s pleading for something she can’t put into words.
you lean in again, your lips crashing into hers once more, harder this time, determined to make sure she doesn’t forget who she belongs to.
you can taste the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her lips, a heady combination that drives you wild. the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you, lost in this intense, desperate moment.
you feel her cock harden under you, drawing an exaggerated gasp from your mouth. “seems like someone's pleased with this turn of events," you murmur, your voice a low, husky timbre tinged with amusement. you grind on her boner, eliciting a strangled moan from beneath you. her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.
her nails dig into your waist, a silent plea for you not to stop. “yn..” she hisses through clenched teeth, her body tensing as she squeezes your waist harder. you just smirk wider and grind down harder.
haneul whimpers beneath you, her struggles growing weaker as you lean in closer, your presence overwhelming, claiming the space between you. her breaths come shallow and uneven, the fight in her fading as you assert your dominance, a quiet, undeniable force that leaves no room for resistance. “please...” she begs, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and submission. “please don't stop...” her legs fall open wider, inviting you to grind against her wood.
you lean down, your face inches from hers, and sneer at her pathetic pleas. “look at you, begging like a little bitch,” you spit in her face. “you're so fucking pathetic."
tears stream down her cheeks as she nods frantically, completely broken down by your harsh words. her voice comes out as a desperate whisper, “please mommy... j-just touch me. make me yours.” her hips buck upward shamelessly, seeking any kind of release from the intense denial.
you get down on your knees between haneul’s thighs, your face level with her lap. you hook your fingers into her waistband and slowly pull down her joggers and boxers, revealing her throbbing length.
“look at this fucking dick, neul,” you sneer, wrapping your hand around the base of her shaft and giving it a few rough strokes. “so hard and ready, just for me, right?”
haneul’s hands fly to her hair, gripping it tightly as she looks down at your face buried between her legs. “fuck, y-yes…just for you mommy.” she whimpers, as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head, sucking hard and making her whimper in desperation.
you begin to bob your head, taking her dick in and out of your mouth in quick, sloppy motions. you use your hand to jack her off in tandem, twisting and pumping your wrist as you hollow your cheeks and suck her hard.
you feel the older girl’s thick length pulse in your mouth as you work her over, her salty precum coating your tongue. you can hear her desperate whimpers and moans above you, her hands tugging at your hair as she fucks your face with shallow thrusts of her hips.
just as you feel her tensing up, ready to erupt, you suddenly pull back, letting her slick cock spring free with an obscene “pop”. grinning wickedly, you release your grip on her base, denying her that final push she so desperately craves. "not yet, neul,"
you chuckle darkly, blowing a stream of cool air across her overheated flesh. her dick jumps and leaks in response, the tip glistening with a mixture of your saliva and her own excitement. “i'm not done playing with you yet."
you admire your handiwork - haneul’s face is flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasps for air, completely at your mercy. her cock is rock hard and throbbing, aching for release but denied by your tormenting games. "p-please...” she begs for a release.
you wrap your fingers around her straining shaft, stroking her with agonizing slowness at first. each deliberate pump of your hand sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder and moan.
“cum for me. show me how much you love having my hand on your cock." you speed up your movements, twisting your wrist on each upward stroke.
you start to jerk her off faster, your hand moving up and down her length with increasing pressure. "you're so close, sweetheart. i can feel your dick throbbing in my hand." you lean in and whisper in her ear, "cum for mommy, neul."
her body tenses, and she lets out a choked off whimper as she finds her release, hot and sticky, spurting into your hand. but you don't stop. you keep jerking her off through her entire release, her overstimulated flesh turning sensitive and painful.
as you relentlessly stroke her, the korean girl starts moaning loudly, the sound muffled by you kissing her sloppily, swallowing her noises. her hips buck involuntarily, trying desperately to escape the overwhelming sensation yet desperately seeking more. tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she moans, "mmh…oh shit..."
her cock pulses weakly, overstimulated and sensitive, but you continue the torturous pleasure. "you can't help but love it, can you?" you whisper teasingly. "your pretty little cock is so sensitive and needy..."
you abruptly cease your relentless stroking, leaving haneul’s cock twitching and desperate. she whimpers in confusion and withdrawal, her hips still shuddering. you start to slowly remove your own clothing, teasing her with glimpses of your bare skin.
once you're naked, you crawl back onto the couch and straddle her hips. her eyes widen as she takes in your bare body, her gaze lingering on your curves. without a word, you reach down and guide her still hard (though sensitive) cock to your entrance.
as you slowly sink down onto her sensitive cock, haneul lets out a high pitched whine at the tightness and pressure. her overstimulated flesh struggles to accommodate your warmth, making her whine and squirm beneath you. "y-yn, it's too much!”
despite her protests, haneul’s cock remains rock hard inside you, betraying her body's true desires. you start to grind your hips, drawing more whimpers and gasps from her lips as you stimulate her sensitive tip with each movement. "ah! oh fuck, y-you feel amazing..."
the sensitivity proves too much for haneul, and as you continue to ride her, she can feel her release building too quickly. she tries to warn you, "wait, it's too soon, i’m gonna-" but you ignore her pleas, continuing to move on her.
with a loud, desperate cry, haneul’s body tenses and then convulses as she cums hard and fast inside you. her hot seed spills out, filling you up as she thrashes and jerks beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. “mmh— f-fuck!”
despite her pleas of "p-please, it's t-too much...", you continue to ride the older girl, her still spurting cock milking out every last drop of cum. you soothe her with gentle reassurances, "it's okay, baby... just a little more for mommy..."
her oversensitive cock twitches uncomfortably but remains impossibly hard as you continue your slow grind. tears reform in haneul’s eyes from the mixture of pleasure and intense sensory overload. "m-mommy... it's too sensitive... please... i-i can't..." "you can take it for mommy, my love..."
with a broken cry, haneul’s body starts to shake as she feels another wave of intense pleasure rushing through her. she buries her face in your neck, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as she starts to shoot blanks, her cock pulsing with each empty spurt. "mommy..."
you hold the girl close, cradling her as she sobs and cries into your neck, her body still twitching and spasming with the aftershocks of her overstimulated orgasm. her blank shots paint your insides, a futile attempt to empty her sensitive cock of its overwhelming load.
as haneul continues to cry and shake, you feel your own orgasm building, the relentless pounding of her sensitive cock against your g-spot finally becoming too much to bear. with a loud, piercing scream, you climax, your inner muscles clamping down on haneul's cock as you ride out your intense orgasm.
her fingers dig into your waist, keeping you pressed firmly against her as your climax triggers another series of blank shots from her exhausted cock. you grip her hair tightly, using it for leverage as you ride out your waves of pleasure. her sobbing moans against your neck only heighten your ecstasy.
“i can't... i can't stop..." she whimpers, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being used while so sensitive. her nails dig deeper into your waist, surely to leave bruises, as another empty spurt escapes her.
as both of you slowly come down from your intense orgasms, you gently stroke haneul’s hair, soothing her as she continues to sob softly against your neck. you hold her close, rocking her gently as you try to calm her down. her blank shots slowly taper off as her oversensitive cock finally starts to recover.
haneul finally looks up at you, her tear-soaked eyes wide and full of guilt. “i’m… i’m so sorry, yn… i didn’t mean to disappoint you…” she sniffles, her voice breaking as she searches your face for forgiveness. you tilt her chin up gently, forcing her to meet your gaze, your thumb tracing slowly along her cheek, wiping away the tears that fall like a confession.
“shh, baby,” you whisper, your tone soft, almost affectionate. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to… but you hurt me, neul.” you pause, letting the weight of your words settle, watching the guilt twist her features. “and that’s not what someone who loves me would do, is it?”
she shakes her head desperately, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “no, no, yn… i swear, i love you. i do. please, believe me…”
you offer her a faint smile, brushing her hair back from her face like she’s something fragile. “then prove it,” you say, your voice gentle, yet laced with an undeniable finality. “block belle’s number. delete her. she’s only coming between us, neul. and we don’t need anyone else, do we? just you and me, baby.”
her breath hitches, and she clings to you tighter, as if holding on will erase the tension that lingers between you. “i promise,” she chokes out, her voice trembling. “i’ll do it right now. i’ll block her. i don’t want anyone else. just you…”
you hum softly, your fingers combing through her hair in a way that’s both soothing and possessive. “good girl,” you murmur, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. “i knew you’d make the right choice. you always do… because you love me, don’t you?”
“i do,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “i love you more than anything…”
you smile, satisfaction blooming in your chest as you pull her impossibly closer, her dependence on you sinking deeper with every word, every touch, every breath.
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