you major in art and bsf nicho volunteered to be your naked model 🥴
【 18+ 】 tw ──── bsf!nicholas. . not extremely explict, no explict smut, lots of tension, making out, brief touches. | don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
the studio lights were too warm. or maybe it was just you.
your tiny off-campus apartment had been turned into a makeshift figure-drawing space—drop cloth taped across the floor, easel angled toward the best natural light from the window, charcoal already smudged on your fingers even though you hadn’t started yet. your final project was breathing down your neck, and the department’s usual models were booked solid. you’d been complaining about it for days.
nicholas had listened, then shrugged like it was nothing.
“i’ll do it.”
you’d nearly dropped your coffee. “nicho, you’re my best friend. i’m not drawing you naked.”
“why not?” that lazy, devastating smirk. “i’ve got a decent body. you need a decent body to draw. problem solved.”
you’d fought him on it for twenty minutes. he’d fought back with that quiet, steady patience he always had when he decided something mattered to you. in the end, you caved.
now he was here.
he stood in the middle of the drop cloth in a black t-shirt and grey joggers, barefoot, hair still a little messy from the wind outside. he looked at your setup, then at you, and raised an eyebrow.
“you gonna tell me how you want me, or…?”
your mouth was dry. “just… get comfortable. whatever pose feels natural. i’ll adjust if i need to.”
he nodded once. then he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.
your brain short-circuited.
nicholas had always been attractive—tall, lean muscle from years of casual basketball and the occasional gym phase, sharp jaw, dark eyes that could go from sweet to intense in half a second. but seeing him like this, all at once, was different. his chest was smooth, sharp v line disappearing beneath his waistband. shoulders broad, waist narrow, scar shining prettily in the light.
he didn’t hesitate. thumbs hooked into the joggers and boxers together, and he pushed them down.
your gaze followed helplessly.
he was already half-hard. thick, flushed at the head, resting heavy against his thigh. the sight made heat flood between your legs so fast it almost made you dizzy.
nicholas stepped out of the clothes and kicked them aside. he didn’t cover himself. just stood there, weight shifted onto one leg, one hand resting loosely on his hip, watching you watch him.
“well?” his voice came out lower than usual. “pose okay?”
you swallowed. “yeah. yeah, that’s… good. stay like that for a minute while i block in the figure.”
you picked up the charcoal with fingers that definitely weren’t steady and started laying down the first broad strokes. the long line of his spine. the curve of his ass. the powerful sweep of his thighs. you tried to focus on anatomy, on proportion, on the way the light hit the planes of his stomach.
but your eyes kept drifting lower.
every few seconds his cock would twitch, thickening a little more under your scrutiny. by the time you’d roughed in his torso and were working on the hips, he was fully hard—thick and flushed dark, curving slightly upward, a bead of precum catching the light at the tip.
“sorry,” he muttered, ears pink. “i’m still a guy—plus you’re staring at me pretty intensely.”
you forced yourself to keep drawing, even though your lines were getting shaky. “that’s kind of the point of a figure study.”
he let out a quiet breath that might’ve been a laugh. “right.”
you worked in silence for a while. the only sounds were the scratch of charcoal and the occasional shift of nicholas adjusting his weight. every time he moved, even slightly, you noticed new things—the way the lamplight caught the scar on his arm, the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, the way his cock bobbed when he breathed a little deeper.
your thighs pressed together without you meaning to.
after what felt like forever, your wrist started to ache from how tightly you were gripping the charcoal.
“can you sit?” you asked, voice a little hoarse. “on the bench. i want to try a different angle.”
nicholas moved without complaint. he sat on the wooden bench, thighs spread just enough for balance, one forearm resting on the oak. he leaned back just a bit—his cock now rested against his stomach, heavy and flushed. he looked at you steadily, like he was waiting for your next instruction.
you stepped closer to adjust the angle of his shoulders. your fingers brushed warm skin. he didn’t flinch, but you felt the way his breath caught, just barely.
“like this?” he asked quietly.
you nodded. your hand lingered a second too long on his bicep before you pulled away.
you went back to the easel and started a new page. this angle was worse. you could see everything—the curve of his cock, the way it twitched every time you looked at it too long, the veins that pulsed when he shifted. every time you glanced down to check proportions, your stomach tightened.
ten more minutes passed.
nicholas watched you the entire time. not in a creepy way—just steady. patient. like he had all night.
“you’re quiet,” he said eventually.
“i’m concentrating.”
“on the drawing? or on me?”
you didn’t answer. your hand was shaking again.
another long silence. then, softer:
“you can touch me if you need to,” he said. “for the pose. or… whatever.”
your charcoal paused mid-stroke.
nicholas’s ears were still pink, but his voice was steady. “i trust you. if you need to move my arm or my leg or… anything. just do it.”
you set the charcoal down slowly.
walked over to him.
he looked up at you from the stool, dark eyes unreadable. his cock was still hard, still leaking, resting against his stomach. he didn’t try to hide it.
you reached out and gently took his wrist, repositioning his arm the way you wanted it. your fingers stayed on his skin longer than necessary. nicholas’s pulse jumped under your thumb.
you moved to his leg next, lightly touching his knee to nudge it a fraction wider. the movement made his cock shift, another drop of precum beading at the tip.
neither of you spoke.
you could feel the heat radiating off his body. could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with something warmer, more intimate.
your hand hovered near his thigh—fingers lingering a bit too long.
nicholas’s voice was rough when he finally spoke.
“if you keep touching me like that,” he huffed quietly, “i’m not going to be able to pretend this is just for the drawing much longer.”
you looked at him.
his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. his jaw was tight. but he still didn’t move. still gave you every chance to pull away.
your fingers brushed his v-line, feather-light. almost teasing.
“maybe i don’t want you to pretend anymore,” you whispered.
nicholas let out a shaky breath.
then he reached up, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted, and cupped your face with one warm hand.
“come here,” he said softly.
you stepped between his spread thighs.
the kiss was careful at first—almost hesitant. like both of you were still afraid of breaking something fragile. his lips were warm, a little chapped. his thumb stroked your cheek as he kissed you, slow and deep and aching.
when you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing harder.
nicholas rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
“i’ve wanted to do that for a really long time,” he admitted, voice low. “i just didn’t want to ruin us.”
you swallowed. “you’re not ruining anything.”
he kissed you again, deeper this time. one hand stayed on your face while the other slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest. his cock was trapped between you, hot and throbbing against your stomach through your clothes.
you reached down and wrapped your hand around him.
nicholas groaned into your mouth, hips twitching.
“fuck—baby—”
you stroked him slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. he was so thick in your hand, so hard it had to ache. he buried his face in your neck and just breathed for a few seconds, like he was trying to hold himself together.
“i’ve thought about this,” he whispered against your skin. “more times than i should admit.”
you squeezed him gently. “show me. what else you've thought about”
he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes blown wide and dark. then he stood, crowding you backward until your calves hit the edge of the old couch.
"you have no clue what you are about to get yourself into, pretty girl."
synopsis : you were heading to your temporary part-time job at a senior's cafe, before you came across a florist that forever changed the way you viewed this dreaded season of spring. and news flash, you fall in love.
Synopsis - You decide to go to your gf’s dorm room that she shared with Rei - Her Bff. When you see her you can see her at her desk asleep.
Word count - 779.
Hanni - pink
Reader - white
You were walking to hanni’s dorm room, you haven’t really gotten to talk to her for the past weeks as she’s been studying for her upcoming exam. She had a Chemistry test coming up and being how she is she likes to study from weeks, maybe months if it’s really important, before the actress time to take the exam.
You wore a hoodie, grey sweatpants and some sneakers, you then walked up to her dorm room and knocked on the door.
You heard the do unlocking, instead of your gf it was Kim rei, Hanni’s bff. “Oh Y/n whatcha doing here..?” She asks and sure was surprised to see you.
“Oh hey rei, I just wanted to surprise hanni as we haven’t been able to have time for each other during school and online..” You say scratching the back of your neck.
She sighed, “Well to tell you, she’s been studying 24/7 it’s quite worrying you know..?” You nod.
She step to the side and you step in, “has she been like this for the past two weeks..?” You ask as you slipped off your shoes.
Rei nods, “Well she normally does this, i’ve been trying to get her to take a break but she’s been telling me she needs to study..” You sighed.
“I’ll talk to her..” You said looking at Rei, “Her room is down the corridor, to your right..” Rei said and you nodded.
“Thanks rei..” You smiled at her before going and knocking on her door.
You heard nothing, so you entered. You walked inside and saw Hanni sitting on her desk her head resting on the table.. her notes everywhere on her desk and her hair messy.
You look at her and smiled, she still had her headphones on as well as her glasses. You looked at her outfit, she wore pink and white pyjamas.
You gently rubbed her shoulder.. “Hey bun.. wake up..” You mumbled as you saw her shift a bit.
You kiss her cheek and she wakes up, “Hmm who’s that..?” She said yawning, she didn’t realise it was you at first.
But when she did she jumped up and hugged you, “y/n!” she said snuggling into your chest, “I’ve missed you bun..” you said hugging her back and patting her head.
You pulled her into a kiss, you holding her waist as she held your shoulders. You guys kissed till you guys were out of breath.
You panted, “I missed kissing you bunny..” you say pulling her closer into a hug. “me too y/n-ie.
“Hmm..” You see her look up a you, “was i sleeping.. when you walked into my room..?” She asked rubbing her eyes, you saw the bags under her eyes, you nodded. “Yea, so i pecked your cheek to wake you up.. from your slumber..”
“I really have to study.. baby.” She mumbled as she let go of the hug and went to her desk full of notes, You sighed.
“Have you been getting your beauty sleep bun..?” You ask as you turn her around in her chair to face you, “Yeah why..?” You knew she was lying.
“You can’t lie to me bunny,” You caressed her cheek, “Tell me the truth bunny..” She sighed.
“I’ve just been up studying.. so I haven’t gotten my normal amount of sleep that I usually get.” She mumbled looking away from you.
You sighed, “Cmon then,”
“Wha-?” Hanni was confused.
You picked her up by her waist, “we’re gonna cuddle do you can get some sleep and you can’t say ‘no’ as I know you’re really tired.” You say as you held hanni up, her arms wrapping around your neck and her legs around your waist.
She put her head on your shoulder as you walk you both to her bed, when you reach, you gently lay down with your gf on top of you.
You ribbed her back as you heard her yawn, “such a sleepy bunny.” You say as you kissed her forehead.
“Hmm thanks bae, I really needed this..” She says laying as she made herself comfy. You saw as her breath slowed down, she was dozing off.
You decided to draw on her back, using your finger, to draw imaginary shapes on her back. You reached and took off her glasses putting them on her nightstand for her.
You heard her soft breaths and smiled. “Gosh you are so cute bunny..” you whispered to yourself and turned off the lamp before putting the sheets over you both of you.
Not long after you dozed off, holding your gf close to you, as you guys both slept the evening and night away.
“You too!” You blurted out, right before realizing you'd gotten your words mixed up, “Wait- I meant to say you look pretty, but... I guess I mean both? Gosh, does that even make sense?”
A tiny smile spread across Minji's features at your adorable timidness, her boot-clad feet taking a few steps towards you before pulling you close, gracing your frame with a tender hug, “It makes perfect sense, weirdo… thanks...”
Her voice was calm and soothing as usual, despite the way it made butterflies swarm in the spot where your heart should be. You couldn't really explain it, but something about Minji's energy always had a way of making you look and feel like a lovesick geek by time you got a proper sentence out—
“So,” she began again, breaking from the embrace and looking you straight in the eye, her hands resting at your shoulders, “when were you gonna tell me about this little crush you have on me?”
Your eyes widened like you had seen a ghost, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips as she tilted her head at you, just as you muttered a distracting, “Right after I told you which Victoria's Secret fragrance I'm wearing?”
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐌 ── ❝ Crystals? As a gesture?... ❞
“Pfft, of course!” Hanni replied matter-of-factly, “just like how you gave me coins for that gum-ball machine we passed earlier… but who's keeping track of all that stuff anyways?”
“You, apparently...,” you said as a gentle laugh escaped your lips at her quirky reply, “but touché, Hanni Pham... what should I do with these?”
“Hmmm,” she hummed, cupping your right palm in her own as the colorful stones glittered beneath the mall’s sunroof, “you can put them under your pillow at night!... o-or maybe even stash them in your purse so you can think about me wherever you go!”
“As if I'd need a crystal’s assistant with that,” you teased, ruffling her hair slightly with your free hand. “These are cool, though,” you went on, heart warming at both the feeling of your hand in hers and at the unique gift, “very sweet of you...”
“Eh, I tryyyy,” she replied smugly, right before blowing a tiny pink bubble with the gum she chewed, only to spit the leftover candy into a napkin and ask, “wanna close your eyes and guess what flavor you taste on me?...”
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 ── ❝ I like your sweater… ❞
“Oh, this old thing?” Danielle asked with her warm Australian accent, taking the colorful sweater’s hem in her fingers to examine it's loose threads, “My nana knit this for me like... forever ago...”
“Well it's cool to see she was a step ahead of fashion trends back then,” you smiled, letting your hand brush over the soft yarn of her sleeve... That's when a certain question arose in your head:
“Random, but by chance, are you any good with using chopsticks?” You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.
“Oh, for sure! I’m basically a pro at it,” she boasted, flipping her curly locks in a cartoonish manner.
“Sweet! I have two coupons for two different places. One for a craft store, and another for a sushi bar… only thing is that they both expire tomorrow,” You went on, hoping that she'd catch your drift without you having to state any specifics...
“Oh? Well it'd be a total bummer to let them go to waste,” she shrugged, hooking her arm in yours before tugging you along with her, “we better get going quick before they run out of sashimi… or yellow yarn…”
𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I come in please...? ❞
You heard a gentle voice call from behind your bedroom door, face buried into the largest pillow you could find given the sob-fest you had earlier…
“The door’s unlocked,” you sniffled, turning over on your bed to face her as she peaked from behind the door, her bright smile not even fading at the sight of you.
“I brought some heartwarming treats and DVD’s!” She began, voice just as pleasant as it always was. Haerin made her way to sit beside you on the bed, opening one of your favorite candy bars and handing it to you.
“How’d y’know I was upset?” You asked before taking a bite of the candy, chuckling a bit at the way she watched you so intently while doing so.
“I didn’t,” she went on plainly, “… I already wanted to surprise you today and just got lucky that it ended up being at a time where you needed it most…”
“Awww,” you pouted, dropping the candy bar to pull her into a hug, “you’re literally the best friend I could ask for, Haerin… thank you for coming to see me…”
“Of course,” she whispered, mind lingering on the word friend for a moment, even though she was certain you meant something a little more than that…
“So,” she began again, breaking from the contact and reaching for the TV remote, “Wanna rewatch Mean Girls or Clueless first?”
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐄𝐈𝐍 ── ❝ Can I touch your hair? ❞
You asked the question for one reason: You were bored out of your mind from waiting at the bus stop, and playing with Hyein’s hair seemed like a fun way to pass the time…
“Oh, sure!” She chirped, immediately straightening her posture on the park bench as you scooted closer to where she sat, taking her wavy locks into your grasp.
Hyein’s round eyes wandered to the sparkly pink Juicy Couture purse you wore over your shoulder, compelling her to ask, “What’s in the bag?”
“Oh- just some barrette’s and hair clips I got from Claire’s yesterday,” you replied, pausing to click open your purse and show her the different kinds, “Thought you might be interested in some extra bling, so…”
“You know me far too well then, ____,” she smiled, scanning each package with her eyes before suggesting that you decide which hair-clip style she would wear, and vice versa.
You let out a simple “Okay” at her offer, reaching for the pack of silver shooting stars for her hair while she held the pack of butterfly clips beside your face, a satisfied look spreading across her features.
“These are gonna look gorgeous on you,” Hyein smiled, right before opening the pack of butterflies clips and popping a few different colored ones in her palm, “This is too fun already, hehe… I can decorate your hair first, right?…”
ʚ 𝐀𝒰𝐓ᕼ𝕆𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝕆T𝐸: I decided to explore the wlw genre for a change, and I have no one other than @jwanniie to thank for inspiring me to experiment on my platform in such a way through her works... I've always wanted to write for my fav GG's just like how I write for my fav BG's, but simply never found the courage to until now ~ Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I came up with! ɞ
❖ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @addictedtohobi @ot7sevenlvr -> if GG content isn’t your thing, pls lmk and I’ll refrain from tagging you in such posts moving forward :3
❛ A chance meeting over a blue lemonade at a coffee shop sparks an awkward crush, culminating in a rainy-day confession that transforms your timid connection into the start of something new as you walk to school together.
𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐦 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.5k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 22 mins
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Say hello to my very first girl group request (made by the lovely @dgybbvrcsacgswtcbkyv)! And honestly my first published girl group piece in general! Hopefully more will be posted soon! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: High School AU, Strangers-to-Crushes, Y/N works at a coffee shop in the mornings before school, Hanni is the school's popular girl, they're both painfully awkward and a little dorky, Y/N gets ghosted for two days, Y/N is implied to be a bit taller than Hanni, let me know if I missed anything!
The first light of dawn had only just begun to stretch across the city when you found yourself tucked behind the counter of a quaint coffee shop, the scent of freshly ground beans swirling around you. The world outside was still waking, the streets bathed in the soft glow of early morning, with only a few souls braving the chill air. It was a quiet hour, the kind that allowed your thoughts to drift as you worked, hands moving almost on their own as you prepared each steaming cup.
It was in this serene moment that the melodic voice of Hanni Pham cut through the stillness, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "Aren’t you from my school?" she asked, her tone curious yet soft, as if the question itself carried the weight of familiarity.
Startled, you looked up, your heart skipping a beat as you met her gaze. There she stood, the popular girl everyone knew, her presence commanding the small space. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her eyes, bright and inquisitive, were fixed on you.
You had always admired Hanni from afar, her warmth and kindness setting her apart from the rest, but in this unexpected encounter, you couldn’t help but brace yourself for the worst. The echoes of cruel laughter from your peers lingered in your mind, and despite knowing that Hanni wasn’t like the others, a part of you feared that she might still find a way to mock you, just as so many others had done before.
Yet, as you stood there, words caught in your throat, you realized that the girl before you seemed genuinely interested, her expression free of malice. There was no hint of the cruelty you had grown accustomed to; only the simple, honest curiosity of someone who recognized you and wished to connect.
You watch her through the veil of your lashes, barely daring to breathe as you hum in response to her question. The gentle sound of your confirmation seems to light up Hanni’s face, and you find yourself captivated by the way her smile widens, a warmth blooming in her eyes that seems to chase away the lingering shadows of the early morning.
“That’s so cool,” she murmurs, her voice soft and almost reverent as she takes in the cozy atmosphere of the café. The sincerity in her words takes you by surprise, and before you can stop it, a faint blush rises to your cheeks, your heart fluttering in a way that’s both unfamiliar and strangely comforting.
Gathering the courage to speak, you mumble, “What can I get you?” The words are barely above a whisper, your anxiety weaving them into a quiet melody that seems to float between you. Yet, despite your hushed tone, Hanni hears you, her gaze shifting to the menu hanging above you as she ponders her choice.
Her cheeks puff out slightly as she thinks, a gesture so endearing that it momentarily distracts you from your own nerves. You can’t help but notice the way her fingers fidget with the straps of her backpack, a subtle sign of her own anxiety. Somehow, seeing this small vulnerability in her makes you feel a little more at ease, as if you’re not the only one grappling with uncertainty in this unexpected moment.
“I’d like a lemon poppy seed muffin,” Hanni finally decides, her voice breaking the quiet. You quickly enter her order into the register, your fingers moving almost automatically as you try to steady your racing thoughts. Just as you’re about to hand her the receipt, she speaks again, her next question catching you off guard.
“What cold drink would be good with the muffin? There are so many options here that I wouldn’t know where to even start,” she admits with a light laugh, her eyes meeting yours once more.
The question hangs in the air, and for a moment, you’re at a loss for words. But then, you realize she’s genuinely seeking your opinion, and the thought fills you with a quiet sense of responsibility, as though this small decision is more important than it seems.
You take a moment to consider her question, the weight of her expectant gaze making your heart flutter. After a brief pause, you finally gather the courage to speak, your voice soft but sincere. “Well, I personally am a fan of the blue lemonades we have here. It’d pair well with the muffin.”
The morning light seems to dance in Hanni’s gentle eyes as she listens, her smile widening with a warmth that feels like the sun’s first embrace. She nods, her decision made with an easy grace that makes your chest tighten in the best possible way. “Well, then please add a blue lemonade to my order,” she says, her tone filled with a sweetness that lingers in the air like the scent of freshly baked pastries.
You nod, feeling a sense of quiet satisfaction as you prepare her drink, the task becoming almost meditative under the soft glow of her attention. The way she watches you, so trusting and kind, makes you want to do everything just right, to ensure that her experience is as lovely as she is.
When you finally hand her the cool, vibrant blue lemonade, the smile that spreads across her face as she takes the first sip is nothing short of enchanting. There’s a delightful hum that escapes her lips, a sound of pure contentment that resonates in the small space between you, and it’s all you can do to keep your composure.
Even as you clock out and begin your walk toward school, the memory of that moment clings to you like a cherished melody. You can still see her, bathed in the soft morning light, savoring the drink you had carefully prepared. The image of her satisfied smile and the gentle hum of approval replay over and over in your mind, a loop of warmth and wonder.
As you walk, you can’t help but marvel at how someone could possess such an infectious gentleness, a quality that seemed to radiate from her in waves, touching everything around her with its light. It leaves you pondering the possibilities of what it would be like to know her better, to be in the presence of someone who carries such precious warmth within them.
Throughout the day, you caught fleeting glimpses of Hanni as she navigated the bustling corridors of the school, her presence commanding attention without effort. She moved with a graceful ease, surrounded by the usual throngs of admirers and friends, her laughter a melodic thread that wove through the cacophony of voices. It was nothing out of the ordinary—just Hanni being the bright, beloved figure she always was.
But then there was that moment. A moment that took you by surprise, slipping into your day like a whispered secret. Seeking refuge from the noise and chaos of school life, you had retreated to your usual hiding spot behind the school building. It was a place technically off-limits, a secluded nook that offered a rare pocket of silence, where you could steal a few precious moments to yourself. Despite the risk to your perfect record, the solace it provided was worth it, and so you continued to visit, cloaked in the comfort of your solitary sanctuary.
Unbeknownst to you, Hanni had spotted you slipping away and, driven by a quiet curiosity, decided to follow. You were completely unaware of her presence until you looked up to find her standing there, her figure framed by the soft light filtering through the trees. She smiled down at you with that same kind, gentle glint in her eyes, the warmth of her expression melting away the edges of your solitude.
Caught off guard, you felt your heart race as you struggled to find something—anything—to say. Your hiding spot, once a bubble of safety and comfort, suddenly felt exposed under her gaze. Yet, there was no judgment in her eyes, only a serene interest that made you feel oddly understood, as if she, too, sought moments of quiet in a world that never seemed to slow down.
As she approached, your thoughts wavered, torn between wanting her to stay and wishing to retreat back into the silence that had been your companion. But before you could resolve the conflict in your heart, the moment was interrupted. Hanni’s name rang out from across the courtyard, one of her friends calling her back to the lively world she inhabited.
For a brief second, Hanni hesitated, her gaze lingering on you. Then, with a timid wave and another one of those radiant smiles that seemed to light up the air around her, she turned and rejoined her friends, leaving you alone once more. But even as she walked away, the flutter in your chest remained, a gentle echo of the unexpected encounter that left you wondering what might have been had she stayed just a little longer.
You had initially assumed that Hanni’s sudden interest in you, sparked by that brief encounter at the coffee shop, would fade into a distant memory by the next day. It seemed impossible that someone like her would remember you, let alone seek you out again. So when the gentle chime of the bell above the door signaled the arrival of a new customer, you had no reason to expect anything out of the ordinary.
But as you turned your attention from the old, well-worn coffee machine to the door, your breath caught in your throat. There she was, Hanni Pham, her presence as radiant as the morning light spilling through the windows. Her bright eyes locked onto yours, and her smile—so warm, so familiar—seemed to light up the entire room. In that instant, you froze, your mind struggling to process the reality of her standing there, just as it had the day before.
For a moment, you could only stare, wide-eyed and motionless, as she patiently waited for you to finish preparing the coffee for the customer before her. Her unwavering gaze held a kindness that made your heart skip a beat, and by the time you moved back behind the cash register, your hands were trembling, betraying the nervous excitement bubbling within you.
“Hi again,” she greeted you with a polite bow, her voice carrying a surprising cheerfulness that contrasted sharply with your own weary state. There was no trace of the exhaustion you felt from the early morning hours, only an infectious energy that made it impossible not to smile in return.
Despite your nerves, a timid smile found its way to your lips as you mirrored her bow, your heart fluttering at the sight of the school’s most popular girl standing before you once more. Hanni’s presence seemed to fill the space around her with a brightness that made everything else fade into the background, and as you met her gaze again, the familiar sensation of your pulse quickening reminded you just how deeply her unexpected attention affected you.
“Hello,” you managed to reply, though your voice was softer than you intended, a reflection of the sudden shyness that had taken hold of you. There was a slight tremor in your words, a delicate vulnerability that felt impossible to hide. “Welcome back. What can I get for you today?”
Hanni’s smile remained unwavering, a warm, gentle curve that seemed to carry the morning’s light within it. You couldn’t help but notice how the early sunrays, filtering through the shop’s windows, wrapped around her figure like an ethereal halo, casting her in a soft, almost angelic glow. It was as if the world conspired to make her appear even more enchanting, and you found yourself momentarily lost in the quiet radiance she brought with her.
“Yesterday’s muffin was delicious,” she began, her voice as sweet as the treats you served. “But my favorite was the blue lemonade you suggested. So I came back to order it again.” Her words were simple, yet the sincerity in her tone made your heart flutter. As she stepped closer to the counter, resting her elbows on the surface and cupping her cheeks with a childlike charm, you felt a warmth spread through your chest.
The proximity between you suddenly felt too close and yet not close enough, creating a dry lump in your throat that you struggled to swallow. Her presence was almost overwhelming, an intoxicating mix of kindness and curiosity that left you feeling exposed. You nodded timidly, your fingers moving to enter her order into the cash register, though your mind was a flurry of emotions that threatened to unravel your calm facade.
The price of her order tumbled out of your mouth in a hurried, tangled mess, your voice betraying the nervousness that had taken root within you. Desperate to escape the intensity of her gaze, you quickly turned your back to her, focusing all your attention on preparing her drink. The simple task became a lifeline, something to anchor you as you navigated the storm of feelings that her presence had stirred up.
Even as you busied yourself with the routine motions of mixing the drink, you couldn’t shake the awareness of Hanni standing just a few feet away. Her energy filled the space between you, a subtle yet undeniable force that pulled at the edges of your composure. You wondered if she could sense the effect she had on you, if she noticed the way your hands trembled slightly as you worked. And as you prepared her blue lemonade, you couldn’t help but feel that this small, shared moment was something more—something significant that neither of you fully understood yet.
Eventually, you mustered the courage to turn and face her, offering a shy smile as you gently placed her order onto the counter. Hanni hadn’t moved from her spot, still resting her elbows on the counter, her face delicately cradled in her hands. There was a peculiar sense of intrigue in her gaze, a quiet curiosity that sent your heart into a sudden, uneven rhythm. The way she watched you, as if you were the most fascinating thing in the room, made it nearly impossible to meet her eyes.
With a polite bow, you expressed your gratitude for her purchase, though your voice felt small under the weight of her attention. But Hanni didn’t move, her fingers tightening slightly around the paper bag that held her breakfast, a subtle sign of nervousness that mirrored your own. You tried to focus on anything else, but the magnetic pull of her presence was inescapable.
As the silence stretched between you, curiosity finally got the better of you, and you hesitantly looked up, wondering if there was something more she wanted. But the sight that greeted you left you breathless—a soft gasp escaping your lips as your eyes fell on the small daisy held delicately in her free hand. The sight of it was unexpected, and yet it felt like a small, precious gift, laden with unspoken meaning.
Hanni’s cheeks were tinged with a delightful shade of crimson, her flustered expression revealing a vulnerability that only endeared her to you more. There was something so sincere, so utterly charming about the way she stood there, clearly uncertain but still daring enough to offer this simple token.
Before you could find the words to respond, Hanni quickly placed the daisy on the counter, her movements rushed and clumsy, as if she were caught in a whirlwind of emotions. And just as swiftly as she’d offered the flower, she turned and hurried out of the store, her departure leaving you standing there in a daze, the tiny daisy resting between you as the only evidence of the moment you’d just shared.
As you stared at the delicate flower, a smile slowly spread across your face, the warmth of the encounter lingering long after Hanni had gone. There was a quiet magic in that brief exchange, something that left your heart fluttering with possibilities you hadn’t dared to imagine before.
The delicate petals of the daisy, left thoughtfully on the counter, held your gaze as you turned it over in your fingers. It seemed to have been plucked from someone's garden, its simplicity making the gesture all the more touching. A warmth spread through your chest, swelling your heart with a mix of surprise and quiet joy. You couldn't help but giggle softly, the sound escaping as you replayed the moment in your mind—the timid way Hanni had offered the flower, her usual composure replaced by an endearing awkwardness.
It felt almost surreal to think of Hanni Pham, the girl admired by so many, standing before you in such a flustered state. At school, she was always the picture of confidence, effortlessly navigating the throngs of students who adored her. Yet here she was, reduced to nervousness by something as simple as a daisy. The contrast was striking, and it made the encounter feel all the more intimate, like you had glimpsed a side of her that few others ever saw.
As your shift came to an end, you reluctantly changed into your school uniform, your thoughts still lingering on the unexpected exchange. Carefully, you slipped the daisy into the front pocket of your shirt, feeling its gentle weight against your heart. The thought of seeing Hanni again at school filled you with a mix of anticipation and hope. Perhaps she would notice the flower in your pocket, and understand just how much you appreciated her sweet, unspoken message.
But as the day wore on and you wandered the familiar hallways, your eyes scanning the crowds, a sense of disappointment began to creep in. No matter where you looked, Hanni was nowhere to be found. The absence of her bright smile and warm presence left you feeling strangely empty, as if a small but significant part of your day was missing. And as the hours passed, you couldn't help but wonder if the moment you'd shared had meant as much to her as it had to you, or if it had simply been a fleeting gesture, lost in the flow of time.
Two days had slipped by since Hanni Pham last stepped into the cozy coffee shop where you worked, and though she had only visited twice before, her absence was keenly felt. A quiet sense of disappointment settled over you, mingled with confusion at the sudden shift between you. What had changed? Had you somehow messed up her lemonade in your nervousness the last time she was there? The thought nagged at you, as did the unsettling possibility that her visits had been part of some cruel joke—a way for her and her friends to laugh at your awkwardness.
Yet, despite these doubts, the daisy she left behind held your skepticism at bay. It was a simple, delicate thing, but it had spoken volumes—a gesture that seemed too genuine to be part of any prank. The memory of that moment, her flustered expression and the way she had hurried out of the shop, kept replaying in your mind, offering a glimmer of hope amidst your uncertainty. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to her visits than met the eye.
Since then, you had crossed paths with Hanni a few times, though each encounter was more awkward than the last. Every time your eyes met across the school grounds, a flush would creep up her cheeks, and she would quickly avert her gaze before hurrying off, leaving you standing there with a mix of bewilderment and curiosity. It was as if the daisy had created an invisible thread between you, a connection that neither of you fully understood yet couldn’t ignore. And as the days passed, you couldn’t help but wonder what had really changed, and whether that fragile thread would ever be strengthened—or if it would simply unravel, leaving you with nothing but the memory of a fleeting smile and a flower wilting in your pocket.
You found yourself staring through the large windows of the coffee shop, eyes narrowed at the relentless downpour outside. The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the world beyond the glass into a blur of gray and silver. The day had begun with a slight humidity hanging in the air, a remnant of the previous night's showers. You'd assumed that as the hours passed, the weather would warm, and the clouds would part. Yet here you were, watching as the rain refused to let up, silently cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella—just in case.
Frustration simmered within you as you glanced toward your sleepy boss, who was slowly shuffling through receipts at the counter. Hope flickered briefly as you approached him, thinking perhaps he might have a spare umbrella stashed away somewhere—something to shield you from the impending drenching on your walk to school. But when he looked up at you with a pitiful expression, his lips forming a small, regretful frown, your heart sank. The unspoken words hung between you: there was no umbrella, no shelter from the storm.
The realization settled over you like a damp fog, and your shoulders slumped in resignation. You would be forced to face the harsh rain, its cold fingers reaching for you the moment you stepped outside. The thought of trudging through the downpour, schoolbag clutched protectively to your chest, sent a wave of irritation coursing through you. Yet, beneath that frustration, a quiet resolve began to form. You could handle a little rain, even if it meant arriving at school soaked to the bone. The day, after all, had to go on, and so would you—even if it meant battling the elements on your own.
Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the discomfort awaiting you—a day where your clothes would cling to you like a second skin, soaked through with rainwater. The thought of spending hours in a wet uniform, cold and miserable, while enduring the stares of your classmates made your stomach twist with dread. There was no escaping it now, though, and no one to blame but yourself for not being wise enough to carry an umbrella, despite the unpredictable weather.
As you stepped out onto the slick sidewalk, the rain assaulted you immediately, each droplet stinging like a million tiny needles against your skin. You broke into a brisk jog, your feet splashing through puddles as you hurried toward the school. The dark clouds above loomed ominously, their wrath evident in the relentless downpour that showed no signs of relenting.
Clutching your backpack tightly to your chest, you bowed your head low in a futile attempt to shield your belongings from the soaking rain. The chill of the wet fabric seeped through your uniform, clinging to your body uncomfortably, making every movement a reminder of your unfortunate situation. With each step, the wetness seeped deeper, the cold tightening its grip on you as you pushed forward, determined to reach the relative shelter of the school as quickly as possible.
A torrent of curses swirled in your mind as you hurried through the relentless downpour, your drenched hair constantly slipping into your eyes, obstructing your vision. Each time you swiped it away, the rain would only force it back, a ceaseless battle that left you increasingly frustrated. Your breath came in ragged, exhausted pants, and with each step, a wave of pure misery washed over you as you realized just how much further you still had to go before reaching the safety of your school. The thought alone was enough to make your heart sink even deeper into despair.
Then, as if the universe had decided to offer you a sliver of mercy, you heard a voice—a familiar one—shout your name from behind. Startled, you nearly stumbled, your momentum causing you to skid to a halt as you spun around, searching for the source of the call. You didn't know who it could be, but you certainly hadn't expected to see Hanni Pham, completely dry under the shelter of a bright blue umbrella, sprinting toward you with surprising speed.
Her cheeks were flushed, though you quickly rationalized that it must have been from her running. You stood there, drenched and slightly bewildered, as she closed the distance between you, your heart racing—not just from the physical exertion but from the unexpected sight of her. Hesitantly, you waited, unsure of what to expect, as she caught up to you, her presence like a beacon of unexpected warmth in the cold, miserable rain.
Hanni reached out clumsily, her hand gripping your shoulder as she stumbled, nearly colliding with you in her haste to stop. She barely managed to avoid knocking you over, her breath coming in short, labored gasps as she tried to regain her balance. The umbrella she held hovered above the two of you, offering a small but much-needed refuge from the relentless rain. You couldn’t help but release a relieved sigh, though you had to hunch down slightly to fit under the cover, given her shorter stature. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you tried your best to ignore the maddening flutter of your heart caused by her unexpected kindness.
While you were grateful for her sudden appearance, a mild irritation simmered beneath the surface. It had been two days since Hanni had seemingly vanished from your life after being so unexpectedly kind toward you. And now, here she was, as if nothing had happened. To you, it didn’t matter that, according to the unspoken rules of your high school’s social hierarchy, someone as beloved and popular as Hanni Pham wasn’t supposed to be seen interacting with someone like you, someone considered so low on that very same ladder. You were well aware of the invisible barriers meant to keep your worlds apart, but in that moment, none of it mattered.
What did matter was the fact that Hanni had, of her own volition, turned your plain and awkward interactions into something else when she plucked a daisy and left it for you at the coffee shop, her cheeks ablaze with an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher. It wasn’t fair for her to initiate such a change and then leave you hanging, avoiding you as if nothing had happened. As Hanni finally straightened her posture, catching her breath and seemingly ready to speak, she was met with your carefully guarded but unmistakably annoyed expression. You regarded her with a mix of curiosity and frustration, waiting for the explanation you felt you deserved.
Despite the chilly edge in your gaze, Hanni made an effort to appear nonchalant. Her laughter, though light, betrayed a tremor of nervousness as she twirled the ends of her slightly damp hair around her finger. Even in your state of irritation, you found yourself inexplicably charmed by the sight of her. Her eyes, despite the oppressive gray clouds and relentless rain, sparkled with a warmth reminiscent of the gentle morning sun that would occasionally filter through the coffee shop's windows, casting a soft, inviting glow.
You maintain your composure, raising a single eyebrow at her as she fumbles to address the situation. “Uh, it’s a good thing I spotted you and had my umbrella,” she murmured, her voice nearly swallowed by the cacophony of rain. The casualness in her tone only served to heighten your irritation. It was clear she wanted to gloss over the fact that she had vanished for two days without a word, and you were determined not to let her do so.
With a hint of measured annoyance, you replied, “It’s good to see you again, Hanni.”
Her reaction was immediate—an almost imperceptible wince at the subtle bite in your voice. For the first time since her transfer to your school, you saw her frown, and the sight of it struck you with a pang of guilt. The weight of knowing you were the cause of that rare expression was almost suffocating. Yet, despite the tug of empathy in your chest, you knew you had to stand firm. You weren’t someone to be manipulated or dismissed, and you refused to be treated as a mere pawn in whatever game she might have been playing.
"I noticed you kept the flower I gave you in your front pocket all day," she began softly, her gaze fixed on the wet pavement as if seeking comfort in its familiarity. "It looked really nice." Her words were barely above a whisper, and you responded with a half-hearted hum, trying to ignore the rapid fluttering of your heart. Hanni let out a quiet, defeated sigh as she finally summoned the courage to meet your unyielding gaze. "Look, I panicked, okay?"
Her sudden confession caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise as your lips parted slightly. A deep crimson blush crept up her cheeks, but despite the embarrassment, she held her gaze steady, even as her hands trembled while keeping the umbrella positioned over both of you, shielding you from the relentless downpour. "You’ll probably think I’m some crazy stalker, but here goes: I’ve had this silly little crush on you for the past year, and it all started one Saturday while you were working. I just stood there, watching you do your thing. You have this kind and soft smile that really caught my attention. And I promise, I wasn’t following you or anything, but after that, I just kept seeing you everywhere. You’re so quiet, and I really wanted to get closer to you.
"One day, I decided I’d try sitting with you at lunch, but you kept disappearing somewhere, and I could never find you. So, I kind of gave up for a while. Then, the other day, I forgot to eat breakfast and ended up stopping by your shop, not even knowing you worked there in the mornings. And, well, the next day, I stupidly gave you that flower out of nowhere, and then I just got really embarrassed. I couldn’t look at you after that because I was so sure you thought I was some weirdo or something. And maybe I was because I kept watching you from afar, hiding, and I noticed you were looking for me in all the places I usually hung out. But I still couldn’t bring myself to come out. Until today."
Hanni inhaled deeply as she concluded her startling confession, her chest rising and falling with the weight of words she had kept bottled up for so long. It dawned on you that she hadn’t taken a single breath as she rambled on, pouring out her heart without pause. You stood there, stunned, as her words echoed in your mind, causing a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts to spiral within you.
You struggled to make sense of it all, your mind racing back through the year’s memories, searching for any sign that might have hinted at her feelings. But try as you might, you couldn’t recall a single instance where Hanni had paid you any mind. All this time, you had believed you were invisible to her, just another face in the crowd, irrelevant in the bright, popular world she inhabited. The realization that you had been wrong, that she had noticed you all along, was a revelation you never expected—certainly not now, and certainly not like this.
Of course, you had always found Hanni intriguing. There was something about her that drew your gaze whenever she was near, a quiet magnetism that you could never fully explain. But you had kept your distance, never daring to imagine that your paths would ever truly cross. It was safer that way, you thought—to admire her from afar, to keep her at the edges of your thoughts, a fleeting presence that you could easily dismiss. That was, until she walked into the coffee shop where you worked for the first time, shattering the careful distance you had maintained.
You couldn't help but feel a wave of fondness wash over you as you observed Hanni, her wide eyes filled with anticipation, brows furrowed in a mix of worry and hope. The frown that lingered on her lips tugged at your heartstrings, and despite the frustration you’d felt moments ago, your resolve began to crumble. Slowly, a warm smile spread across your face, softening the tension that had hung between you.
“You’re so silly, you know that?” you teased, letting out a light giggle as you playfully poked her cheek. The irritation you’d held onto melted away, replaced by the warmth of the moment.
Hanni let out a sigh of relief, her own giggle bubbling up to join yours. The sound was contagious, and you found yourself laughing along with her, the earlier awkwardness dissolving into the gentle rhythm of your shared laughter.
“Let’s walk to school together, yeah?” you asked, your voice tender and inviting. You could hardly contain the surge of affection that welled up inside you when Hanni’s entire face lit up in response. Her eyes sparkled with a happiness that was impossible to miss, and she nodded vigorously, her excitement palpable.
Without another word, the two of you turned to walk side by side, the rain now a mere backdrop to the warmth that blossomed between you. For the first time, you found yourselves heading to school together, a quiet sense of joy settling into the space you shared.
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SYNOPSIS : I finally had free time to spend with, my girlfriend, Hanni, who I haven't seen in a while. Now I'm next to her as she's reminding me of the promise I made her last time. When me & her talked over the phone, and I teased her with my dick & jerking it while on face time.
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I finally got the energy to follow through, so I got up and hovered over her face as I pulled my dick out. A bare face no make up but yet even more attractive, Hanni was looking up at me while I was jerking my soft dick in front of her. Making it hard to the thought of how those fat lips would feel around my dick.
HANNI : "Baby, show me how hard I get you! It was so big when you showed me on face time! I got so wet thinking how it'll feel hitting the back of my throat"
As my dick was getting bigger, I see Hanni's eyes widen and her lips naturally puckering up, as if it was in her nature to be my cock sucking slut. To tease her, I rubbed the rim of Hanni's soft puckered lips with the tip of my throbbing dick. Which left a trace of precum on her lips, so I pull back to give Hanni time to process what's on her lips, and to think about what's instore for her in the near future. Without any hesitation, Hanni ends up licking her lips savoring the taste of my precum, and with bright shining eyes looked up at me.
HANNI : "Stop teasing me! I been so lonely with how busy your schedule has been, so let me get a some more of that down my throat! PLEASE!!"
With what she said and the fact that I was a gentlemen about it; By giving her time to process & enough of a small taste before hand. Leaving me to just ram my hard cock down her throat in one thrust with out any guilt of being abusive. The thrust left me looking past Hanni, so to check up on her I pulled back just a bit, to the point were the tip of my dick was touching Hanni's uvula, and as I looked down I saw Hanni looking up back at me and smiling with her eyes; But at the same time I felt her small hands, one on each of my ass cheeks, hold me and trying to push me forward as if Hanni didn't want me to pull out and wanted it deeper. I was shocked from how much of a slut my girlfriend had become without receiving proper care from me, that it made me chuckle a bit.
ME : " Wow! When did my girlfriend become such a slut!?"
Hanni, with a mouth full of my dick, responded by moving the corners of her mouth upwards, as to say she was proud to be my slut; But at the same time her patience was running thin, so she grabbed my ass even tighter with her small fingers causing her fingers to dig in my cheeks.
ME : "Ow! Ok! OK! Relax! Watch your fingers! I know what you want! And I love it, so don't worry I'll treat you like the slut you are! Since it must be tiring acting like a innocent proper young lady. That we both know you truly aren't! We both know you got this dick on your mind 24/7 ever since I took both of your virginities! But don't worry I love that about you!"
With that Hanni could relax, knowing she's going to get exactly what she's been needing to fill the loneliness, caused by my lack of time with her. So she let her body go limp and seeing that, I reached behind her with both hands and took control of her head, and started thrusting without any mercy having her head, that I was in control of, bouncing up & down matching my rhythm. While I was feeling the warm fat lips of Hanni wrapped around my shaft, as they were going up & down leaving my dick wet from all her saliva, that was caused by all the gagging she did on my dick. As those sounds were filling the room, the tip of my dick was tapping the back of her throat.
After a few minutes of using Hanni as nothing, but a pocket pussy with her mouth being the pussy, I pulled down on Hanni's head as I thrusted forward and held her there for a few seconds. As for the most part, I cumed in the back of her throat causing her to happily swallow; But I still had enough, that as I pulled out I left a trail of cum on her tongue, and as I pulled out Hanni selfishly was lifting her tongue. Licking my dick on it's way out of her mouth and tracing every vain that was still popping; Ending with kissing the tip of my dick as if to thank it for the meal.
I fell on the side of her, tired and took a breath while Hanni scooted herself next to me. She got underneath my arm and rested her head on my chest while I wrapped my arm around her. She wanted more, so her mischievous side came out, and played with my soft dick. While she whispers in my ear even though she didn't need to whisper; But Hanni knew the effect of having her breath hit my sensitive ears.
HANNI : "That was great! You taste amazing! (LICKING HER LIPS) Can I please have more?! What you don't want to get reacquainted with my other holes? They been missing you! Every time shove my dildos into my pussy and asshole, they been begging for the real thing! For your dick! For your WARM, (PAUSE TO BREATH IN YOUR EAR) HARD, (PAUSE TO BREATH IN YOUR EAR) LONG, (PAUSE TO BREATH IN YOUR EAR) and THICK DICK. Come on! Just imagine you can use my pussy and asshole just like you used my mouth! I won't complain!"
As she was purposely breathing heavily in my ear and stroking my, which at this point was semi hard, cock with her little hands that could barely completely wrap around my cock; But I couldn't help it and got completely hard again, like I haven't cumed yet.
HANNI : "Yay! it's hard again! Wow! I think it might be bigger than before! You love my pussy and asshole that much!?! I guess I'm not the only pervert here!"
As she gave me a kiss on the cheek while having the most innocent look on her face, but her eyes betraying her because they were full of lust. While she position her self laying flat on her stomach, facing away from me, pants & underwear pulled down and wrapped around her ankles, as she reached back with both hands to spread her ass open for me. Which gave me a clear view of her pick tinted asshole & pussy lips, that were gaping from the force applied by her hands as she spread them.
The view gave me an energy boost, that got me taking my position on top of her back. While I lined up my dick with Hanni's pussy, and put my head over her shoulder having my mouth next to her ear now.
ME : "You said you wanted to get married at 24, right? Well these days you can have a baby before getting married, because after tonight you'll end up pregnant by me! And that's a promise I can fulfill in a timely manner!"
As I thrust deep into Hanni's pussy with no warning.....
hanni’s breath came in ragged pants, her hard cock is still buried deep inside you as she gripped your thighs tighter to keep them splayed out for her. "you forgot our promise already? tsk." her voice dropped to a rough whisper.
hanni ignored your whine, her lips curling as she leaned in closer to your face. "or should i tell everyone how the perfect honor student actually cheated on every single exam?" she held eye contact, threatening you without raising her tone but enough to drain the color of your face.
you whined once again, now helpless with your legs ached from the past two rounds and your body slumping against the ruined mattress. "hanni, n-no more.. please, i cant.. my thighs.. im tired…"
"aww, you poor little thing~" she mused at you, patting your cheek in a mock comfort before finally withdrawing her cock out, your hole still leaking with her loads. “look how pretty your cunt is stuffed full with my cum.”
however, the second you exhaled in relief–and your thanks came out barely above a whisper, hanni flipped you onto all fours that made you let out a startled squeak as her arms locked around your waist from behind. "just one more round. i promise itll be quick." she whispered near your ear before nipping at your ear in a teasing manner. "or do you prefer getting your secret exposed during your honor student ceremony?"
you opened your mouth to argue—even though there is nothing to argue when you are in a vulnerable position—but her kiss on the nape of it shut you up fast. and hanni didnt even hold back as she slammed her cock right back inside your used hole, her thrusts immediately brutal from the very first second.
your moans spilled out shamelessly as your arms and legs trembled violently beenath hanni, your arms trying to brace for support but failing instantly. hanni’s rhythm staggered when you collapsed against the mattress, still her hips buckling weakly as she was briefly pulled out of you by the sudden slump.
“hanni, p-please give me a minute! ahh!”
without responding to your plea, hanni grabbed your trembling shoulders and flattened you onto the mattress, ignoring your whimpers as your chest was pressed down beneath her weight. then, hanni pinned your knees with hers, locking you in place with no escape as she pushed her cock back inside deeper.
“come on, y/n… i know you can take me well.” hanni teased you, her thrusts stayed rough while whispering praises behind you like she was trying to soothe the pain between punishing thrusts.
“i c-cant–ngh!!” you arched your back when her hips snapped sharp and hit your weak spot. “p-please…” you begged, hands weakly shoved at her hips in protest but hanni caught both wrists effortlessly and laced her fingers through yours. “you can.” hanni persisted, pressing your hands into the mattress between your head to keep you trapped beneath her weight and control mercilessly.
your voice cracked between moans, breathless and desperate in pleasure. "h-hanni… i-i beg you, s-slow down–!"
hanni heard you, of course—her sharpened eyes flickering to your fucked out face for half a second. however, instead of easing up, hanni huffed a quiet laugh and dipped her head to bite your shoulder gently. yet that was enough for you to arch your back once again.
her thrusts didnt slow even when you kept pleading. if anything, her thrusts got even deeper—punishingly so.
"dont care. you can take it."
barely holding on to consciousness, youd eventually sobbed into the mattress and shook your head in defiance, tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and stained the mattress wet instantly as hanni rolled her eyes dramatically. you would be sobbing when you can no longer take it.
but have you forgotten that hanni loved it when you cried? she'd get turned on even harder.
so, with that, instead of stopping–or slowing down, hanni increased her pace to chase her peak with every sharp snap of her hips clashing your ass while you moaned helplessly beneath her, unable to thrash around when you're under hanni's mercy. your sensitive walls clamp around hanni’s cock despite your desperate pleas for her to slow down.
“what a slut.” hanni mocked you with a snarl. “begging me to stop.. yet your body tells me otherwise.” a mocking laugh breaking away from her lips as she kept hitting the same weak spot that your body betrayed you once again, the familiar knot in your stomach building up for the third time, indicating that you were so close to cumming as a result from the overstimulation.
hanni’s breath hitches when she feels your walls clamping around her cock even tighter, so her thrusts turn erratic as she knows youre getting close to your high. "’m close, y/n. fuck, your walls clenched around me like a fucking vise."
you gasped out between clenched teeth, glancing over your shoulder to look at hanni through your blurred vision. "im getting c-close too… but i-i feel like im about to pee!”
hanni laughed in disbelief, amused. she ducked her head to your ear to murmur. "youre not peeing, idiot. youre just gonna fucking squirt all over my bed so hard." she then bit your earlobe playfully before driving her cock into you deep one last time as your body shattered beneath her.
a violent, sudden squirt soaked the mattress beneath you, waves of pleasure crashing over you while hanni shot another ropes of cum inside you. god heavens she emptied her balls for sure–filling you to the brim, so much that it dripped down your trembling thighs and onto the sheets, staining them. her hips stuttered through her own orgasm, riding out both of your highs with lazy rolls that made everything even more overwhelming.
eventually, neither of you could move. hanni had collapsed her exhausted, slick body on your sweaty back, her tight grip loosened around your limp hands right away and littering kisses on your shivering shoulders and neck.
“p-pull it o-out..” you beseeched, voice cracked from sobbing unguardedly.
hanni rolled her eyes and slid out with a soft grunt, her spent cock glistening with cum as she sat back on her heels. then, she eyed the mess—the soaked mattress, your trembling limbs remained limping, and your pussy still spilling out her loads because your womb couldn't take it anymore—then sighed into the steamed air exaggeratedly. "you ruined my sheets."
but then again, after hearing your guilty whines, hanni grinned slyly and reached over to pinch your cheek affectionately. "you know what? worth it though. you took me so good. and i love it when you cry."
then, hanni scooped you up into her arms with extra care and carried you to the bathroom. the shower turned on with a hiss of steam, water quickly warming up around both of you once hanni stood under the showerhead. your body instinctively curled tighter against hers, clinging for comfort after hanni putting you under her mercy.
hanni adjusted the water temperature when she noticed your tensed shoulders, making sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold as she held you close to her chest, one hand supporting your weight while the other gently rubbed your back, letting the warm water cascade over both of you.
as the moment falls into a comforting silence, you keep your face pressed into her shoulder for closeness, exhaustion taking over your spent body. even in the arms of a woman who knew your biggest secret—and someone who could unravel the truth in one blink—you still couldn’t help but feel safe with her.
god, how pathetic does that sound?
hanni tilted your chin up with her fingers, water droplets clinging to both of your lashes. "hey, y/n. look at me."
slowly, you lifted your dazed gaze to look into her half-lidded eyes. to hanni, seeing your face flushed red looked painfully adorable. she couldnt help a soft smile that tugged at her lips. for a second, she looked….. guilty? hanni never feels guilty to anyone. "did i go too far on you?" she asked you a question, and you shook your head quietly. then, she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a gesture she thought would at least melt you in her arms–and yes it worked. "does it hurt?"
your tiny nod made her frown. instantly, hanni pecked the tip of your nose in apology, then sealing her lips with yours which made your arms tighten around her neck, nuzzling into the kiss as her lips soft against yours.
when you finally pulled back from the kiss, your breath mingled with hers, a connecting string of saliva sat on each other's lips before it got washed away by the water. “hanni…” you called her name softly, earning a soft hum from her. “promise you wont tell anyone about this?"
hanni blinked at your question before smirking smugly like she had expected you would ask the same question all over again. she pecks your nose again before nodding solemnly. "cross my heart.” she whispered tauntingly softly. "our little secret~"
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"Wouldn't you prefer if we actually— uh, you know?"
"Nope." It's just one word, but it's delivered amid a smile so bright, with a voice so gentle, and accompanied with a hand so tender, that you know she means it.
"But why?"
"Does there need to be a reason? Other than that I love you." Hanni's voice is so clear, and her face so earnest, that you almost can't bring yourself to protest. Almost.
"But— it just doesn't seem fair."
"Why not?" There's a coyness to her smile like she's just entertaining your thought for the sake of it. Her hand is a little quicker now too, and her breath is a little sharper and hotter on your skin.
"Because I— you're—"
"You don't think I get anything out of this?" She smiles, holding in a laugh like it's the funniest thing she has heard all night. "It makes me feel good to make you feel good. It makes me feel loved."
"Well yeah but..."
"Don't you love it when I do it to you? Don't you want me like this, on my knees?"
"Of course I do, but—"
"Then what's the problem?" Hanni's hand is moving faster now, and it's becoming hard to think straight.
"I— I just feel like I should be doing something."
"But you are." Hanni's voice is growing softer as your breathing gets harder. "You're here with me. You're giving yourself to me, and letting me take care of you." She pauses, smiling gently as she watches your face. "Do you know how happy that makes me? To know that I can have you like this?"
The tension inside of you is building faster now, and Hanni seems to be able to tell. Her hand is a blur, and you can barely keep it together. You struggle to warn her, "But Hanni, your face. Your hair, I'm gonna—"
"I want you to."
"But I don't want to mess up your—"
"I said I want you to," Hanni insists, though her tone still gentle. "Please?"
It's those big baby browns of hers again, with her hand moving even faster now, and her fingers curling, and that last little bit of resistance in you crumbles away. You close your eyes, your body tensing as your hips buck into her hand, and your breath comes in ragged gasps. You open your eyes again as the orgasm finally hits you, and your vision fills with Hanni's smiling face.
She lets out a little gasp of pleasure as your cum spills out over her face. A little bit gets on her hair, but she doesn't seem to care. Her fingers keep moving, drawing every last bit of pleasure out of you until there's nothing left.
"That's it," Hanni says, her voice soft and gentle like she's calming a storm. "Just let it all go."
You try to say something, to tell her how wonderful she is, but the words just won't come out. All you can do is stand there, basking in the warmth of the afterglow, as Hanni presses her face against your cock and kisses you.
"Good boy," Hanni says. She smiles up at you, her face painted in your cum.
Your cock throbs against her cheek, and you let out a little shudder—a small aftershock of sensitivity. The feeling of her rubbing herself against you is almost too much to bear, but also too good to pull away from.
"Did you like that?" Hanni asks, kissing you again, right on the tip. "Did you like cumming all over my face?"
You nod, and she laughs.
"I thought you might." She kisses you once more, and then slowly pulls herself back to her feet. She's still wearing that smile of hers, so bright and warm it feels like you could melt in it. "I loved it too," she says. How the hell does she still look so cute, so wholesome, while defiled in such a sinful way?
You look down at your cock, still hard and pressed up against her thigh. "But, don't you want...?"
"Don't worry about me." Hanni fingers at some of the mess on her face, drawing it between her plump pink lips. "That was just for you."
"I could—"
"Later." Hanni laughs, leaning her slender body against you. "We have all night for you to do whatever you want to me. On me. In me."
She reaches behind you, taking a few tissues from the box on the countertop and begins to wipe the cum off her face.
"But for now, we better get back downstairs, everyone will be wondering where we've got to."
You let out a deep sigh, your cock still throbbing, your heart still pounding in your chest. You take one of the tissues and help clean Hanni's face. She smiles at you, her eyes sparkling.
"Such a gentleman," Hanni says, clawing out the bits of you that got into her hair. "Even when you just used me as a cum rag."
You both share a laugh as she cleans up the last of your mess. You help her put her dress back on, and then pull up your trousers. As you head back towards the door, you're suddenly overcome with a warm sense of calmness. A happiness, set in your heart, that you can't really explain.
"Oh," Hanni says, stopping before she turns the doorknob. "One more thing." She wraps her arms around you, pulling you in tight. You feel her body against yours, her warmth, her scent, and she presses her lips to your ear. "Happy birthday," she whispers.
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That night, it's the grandiose sequel to the sordid original.
"It's all about you," she whispers as she pushes you onto your back. Into the satin, you plunge, into the darkness. She rides you in the quiet of your room, her body bathed in moonlight, her hair tumbling over her naked shoulders. It's slow, and it's sweet, and it's sensual, and it's everything you could have ever wanted.
Hanni leans over you, and every little bit further she pushes, the more she arches her back and moans. Your cock hits her so deep like this, and she loves every moment of it. She blends from a slow grind to this bouncing of her hips. Her thighs slap against you as they shake wildly. Her ass jiggles from the impact of her against your hips, and you can't get enough of it. She's so wet for you, her pussy clenching around your cock, pulling you deeper into her with every thrust. You let your hands wander, grabbing her hips, cupping her breasts, and squeezing her thighs. You're mesmerized by the way her body moves, and you don't think you've ever seen anything so beautiful.
"Don't," she warns when you try to buck your hips to meet her thrusts. "This is just for you."
You groan in frustration, but she ignores you, continuing to ride you at her own pace. You do your best to keep still, letting her take control. Your hands roam her body freely, and she doesn't stop you.
"That's it," she moans as you cup her breasts. "Touch me. I want you to touch me."
Her words are like music to your ears. You squeeze her breasts, letting your fingers brush against her nipples. She moans again, her eyes fluttering shut. The sight sends a shiver down your spine. You can't believe how lucky you are to be able to see her like this. She's so beautiful, so perfect. And she's all yours.
As her moans grow louder, you know she's close. You can feel her pussy tightening around your cock, and you know what this usually means. Hanni will succumb to the pleasure, struggle to stay upright, and finally, fall to your chest and bury her face in your neck. It's adorable, and it’s the signal for you to roll her over, to take control.
This time, it's different.
Hanni seems to have other plans. When her orgasm comes, she keeps moving, riding you through it. Her body tenses up, and she lets out a long moan. You can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, but she doesn't stop. You've never seen her like this before, so determined to make you come. It's a new side of her, one you've never experienced, and you have to admit, it's ridiculously hot.
Her face is this twisted, blissful mask of pure ecstasy. Her mouth hangs open as she pants, and her eyes are screwed shut. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her cheeks are flushed red. She's never looked more beautiful.
You grip her hips, trying to hold on as she continues to ride you. You don't think you'll be able to last much longer, not with the way she feels around you. You can feel your orgasm building, and you know it's only a matter of time before you explode inside of her.
"Cum," is all she can whisper. It's strained and breathless like it takes all the effort in the world to utter the word.
She looks at you through half-lidded eyes, her gaze so full of lust that you could almost lose it at just a single look. She's never looked so sexy, so desperate, so needy. It's overwhelming, and it sends you over the edge. You groan, gripping her hips tightly as you cum inside her. She lets out a sigh of relief, her body shuddering as she feels your warmth flooding her insides.
"Oh god," she gasps, her body going limp as she collapses onto you. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close as you both try to catch your breath.
There's something in the air—something different. Hanni has always been good to you, but this is something else. This is special.
"Are you okay?" you ask when you're finally able to speak again.
"More than okay," she replies with a tired smile. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like it."
"Me neither."
She snuggles up against you, resting her head on your shoulder. You run your fingers through her hair, brushing it away from her face. You're still buried deep inside her, and she doesn't seem to mind. She seems perfectly content to stay right where she is, with you.
"Best birthday ever," you say quietly, and she lets out a comforting laugh.
Hanni x Male Reader
Word count: 4440 words
Summary: You intended to travel to well-known locations and enjoy delicious cuisine while on a relaxing and enjoyable vacation in Vietnam. However, something better than what you had anticipated occurred.
After a year of a successful debut and comeback, Newjeans finally got their deserved break. Each member planned their Vacation. Minji, Haerin, and Hyein with their family in South Korea, Danielle going back to Australia, and Hanni visiting her birth place in Vietnam.
"Can't wait to explore and meet tokkis in Vietnam" Hanni talking to herself while waiting in line.
You always want to visit Southeast Asia, some of your friends recommend going to the Philippines or Indonesia, but while researching for countries with great places, food, and people. You've decided to go to Vietnam. At first, you're worried since you will go alone and don't know anybody in Vietnam, but in the end you thought, there will be people to help you in Vietnam.
Arriving in Hanoi, Vietnam. It's really different from your home country. While waiting for a cab, a woman bumped you accidentally.
"Oh! Sorry" Hanni apologies
"No worries, look above when your walking" you said to her
"Thanks haha, I was waiting for my uber, but it seems he won't be able to pick me up" Hanni explained
"Oh, are you from here?, It looks like your Vietnamese"
"Ah yes, I was born here, hmm are you a traveller?"
"Yeah, this is actually my first time travelling alone"
"Hmm, that's good to hear. Enjoy travelling to Vietnam!"
"Thanks, you too"
A cab pulled, you asked the cab driver for the Haiti hotel. You then sit inside the car. The driver then asked if anyone in the line of waiting passengers if someone would be dropping near the Haiti hotel, one passenger answered. The driver then let the passenger come in.
"Is this a thing here in Vietnam, Sir?"
"Oh, sorry. There's a shortage of Cab at the moment"
"Oh"
"Thanks, for letting me, I am dropping in Haiti hotel too" Hanni exclaimed
You look at her, hearing the same voices that you just talked to in the line just a few moments ago.
"Oh, your Hotel is in Haiti too"
"Ahhh, you. Yes yes, haha"
"I am Y/N btw, sorry for not mentioning"
"I am Hanni" Hanni said while winking, thinking you would know her.
"Nice name, by chance do you know any tour guide person that knows Vietnam well?"
Hanni's facial expression from wanting to meet a tokki changed when you didn't recognize her.
"Oh, um, You know what, I can be your Your guide, I also wanna your my birthplace again"
"Really?, Don't you have any plan"
"Not really, lol too busy to plan before going here, so I was gonna wing it, but a companion would be great"
"Oh, thank you so much, don't worry I'll pay you too"
"No, no, I'll do it for free, haha"
"No, I insist, I'll pay you"
"Fine, fine"
The cab stopped, arriving at the Haiti hotel, both of you walked to the counter.
"So, how can I contact you Hanni, do you want to start tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah, tomorrow sounds great. Umm, this is my IG"
"See you tomorrow" you said to her while waving
In your mind, you've not only hired a touring guide, but maybe a friend too. It's really going great, plus you thought she's cute and really friendly towards you.
"Yah, yah see you too!" Hanni waving
No tokkis but a friend, great start for my Vacation, Hanni thought.
Waking up the next morning was a struggle, it's more hot and humid in Vietnam than your country, but you're excited to tour Vietnam and meet Hanni again.
You walked to the breakfast area of the hotel, wanting to relieve your aching stomach from hunger of yesterday's flight. Getting all kinds of food, half asleep you bumped into a person.
"Ouch"
Hearing the voice, a sudden adrenaline rush to your body, it was Hanni
"Hanni?"
"Oh Y/N, waking early too for free breakfast huh? haha"
"Oh, yeah"
"You got some good selection of food"
"Well I wanna taste every food from Vietnam"
"Ah, later I'll bring you to my favourite restaurant with great foods"
"Oh really, I can't wait" Smiling and looking in her eyes
Hanni too is smiling while looking in your eyes
This looking in each other eyes turned from seconds to minutes, break by the waiter from the restaurant
"Greeting in Vietnamese" "You two are a lovely couple, we would like you two to come in our free couple massage later this evening"
"Oh, no no. break by the finger of Hanni, shushing you
"Yeah, we are a couple. We would like that, thanks" said by Hanni
"Alright, here's the coupon. See you two later, Ma'am and Sir. Have a great day."
"Thank you too" - Hanni
"Wait, wait. Huh" looking confused to Hanni
"It's free, you should always take what the hotel offers you for free"
"Oh, but we are not a couple though"
"Yes, we're not, but it's just a massage"
"Fine, that's what you said so"
"Let's wrap up and explore Vietnam" excitedly said by Hanni
"Yes, let's do it"
You both go to your rooms, which aren't far from each other, just 3 doors apart. Your heart is beeping, your face smiling, and a tingling in your body as you change your clothes from pyjamas to a casual outfit.
"No way, this girl is making me feel this way. She's so cute, friendly, and ughhh I don't know. I just wanted to explore Vietnam but now, Ugh I don't know" you said to yourself while looking in the mirror
"He's cute" Hanni said in the mirror looking at herself
"He doesn't know me, which is fine but should I tell him?"
"No, no, maybe not yet. Ugh, this Vacation is going really really well"
You exit your door same as Hanni, she waves her hand to alert you that she's good to go.
"Nice outfit, you look cute" she said
"Thank you, you too. I like the bow"
"Really?"
"Yes"
She holds onto your arms in the elevator, as if you two are a couple. But you didn't even mind that. You're blinded by her cuteness and aroma. You felt like you found the one, even though no label is labelled. You barely know her, yet you want to spend your whole life with her.
"Um Hanni, do"
"We should get a tuk tuk, it's more fun to ride" she said
"Really, yeah its looks fun"
"What, wait what did you said"
"Nothing, haha"
"Hmm, you're asking if I have a boyfriend right?"
"No, no, no, no. I was asking if you have a family here?"
"My grandparents from my mother is here, and I don't have a boyfriend so your good"
"Oh, okay"
As the day goes by, you forget everything you planned in Vietnam. You only focus on how happy Hanni is, how much fun this cute Vietnamese girl you just met yesterday.
"Yo, that's the restaurant I said earlier"
"Oh, let's go eat"
"Me?" jokingly said by Hanni
Your confused face made her laugh.
"Haha, just joking. Let's go"
"Ah, whatever you said. Haha"
You paid the bill and told her that both of you can now go to your respective rooms, but she reminded you.
"Nah ugh, we got a couple massage later"
"Oh, I forgot, sorry"
"No worries, let's go now. It said until 9 pm"
"Okays"
You two walked to the massage room of the hotel, you asked the worker there where is the free couple massage, she pointed in the right direction, thus you two walked in there. The massage area is only 1 room, both will be side to side, and include each other's massage which confuses you.
"Each other massage, hmm what is this" looking confused to Hanni
"I don't know too"
"Hi welcome to the free couple massage, in which 3 types of massage will happen, firstly the standard massage in which a Massager will massage your full body, the second one is spiritual massage, in which you two will be inside the hut together to the hot steam, and lastly the each other massage, would happen between you two only, massaging each other will make you two closer"
"Oh, okay" looking at Hanni
"Yeahh, hmm this is my fault"
"You know what, let's just get the first type then dipped?"
"Yeah"
"Can we get the first type only?"
"Sir, you two are a couple, why wouldn't you two try the other types"
"Um, we are" interrupted by Hanni
"We'll take it all, thanks"
"Okay, maam"
"Okay, okay let's just not look at each other"
"Yeah" replied to Hanni
The first type of the massage went well, both of you got massaged by professionals and really a Vietnam massage that's different from your country.
"Oh that's good"
"Yes, my body feels better" said Hanni
The massager then pointed at the hut, they asked first what temperature the steam would you two like, you two choose the medium one.
Getting in the hut was easy, but hot. The hut is smaller than it seems on the outside, it really is for only two or three people max, the massager said removing the towel would be better so your whole body gets the steam evenly. Minutes go by inside, both of you now looking at each other.
"This is nice, it's hot and steamy"
"Yeah, Even though we're in towels, it's still hot"
"There's only two of us, and with this heat, camera couldn't be place here" Hanni said
"What are you gonna do"
"Hmm, I, I, just don't look at me, okay. I'll try it without a towel" Hanni said
"But"
She tossed her towel to the side, exposing her full body to the hot steam. You didn't look, even though you wanted to. But you hold your stand. After a couple minutes, she covered her body with a towel.
"You should try it"
"Huh, removing my towel?"
"Yeah, it's better"
"Okay, but don't look ah"
"Ye ye, I won't look"
You remove your towel from your body, exposing your naked body to the hot temperature, you look at Hanni, she fully closed her eyes. It was cute, the sight of her, fully closing her eyes to not see you naked. But in your mind, you want her to see you in this form, fully unclothed. Wanting her to see your erect penis.
"Your right Hanni, this is better"
"I'll cover now"
You said but it was before you got your towel below, as you said the last words from your mouth, she fully opened her eyes, looking at you while grabbing your towel below.
"Oh my god, I thought you were covered already. Oh my god, I am so sorry"
"Oh, I, I, I'll cover now. Sorry"
Your mind was in bliss, thinking she could have seen your junior. While in her mind it was different, complete emptiness is in her kind, she doesn't know what to react on what she saw, but then a blood from the heart flow to her brain, it told her "That was big, I wanna touch it"
"No, no, no Hanni, what you saw isn't real, Oh my god, is that how a cock is?, god damn, I thought those are not real, I thought they are just edited or enlarge cocks, but here it is, in front of me, A real big one, the one that is big, No, no Hanni, if he would know who am I, I am doomed, but he doesn't know, Iah fuck it, this is the only chance I get to touching a real thing, experiencing the big one." Hanni talking to herself in her mind
"Um, Y/N, do you have a girlfriend?"
"That's a weird question, I do not have one"
"Did you have, before?"
"No, no I don't"
"So, I could be your girlfriend now?"
"Huh?"
"You know, I don't know how to approach men but, this is the only chance I can get"
"What do you mean?"
"Can I be your girlfriend?"
"Wait, what's happening to you Hanni"
"This is Hanni still, and I am asking you to be my boyfriend so I can"
"So you can do what?"
"So, so, so I can suck your cock"
"What?"
"Yes, I've seen it, and you're hard for me? right, I am the only one here, don't tell your gay"
"No, I am not gay, I don't know, this is so fast, we've only met ea6other for a day"
"Yes, it is but I want your cock now, I can't erased it in my head, it feels like it's tattooed there, cannot be remove"
You haven't said yes, but to her, you're her boyfriend now. She then crawls towards you, like a cat hungry for days, but in this case a girl hungry for cock. She removed her towel, exposing her cute breast to you.
"You like that?, would it make your cock bigger"
"Um, Hanni, what's happening to you, why are you like this"
You haven't done anything, not that you intentionally did what happened earlier, it was a miscommunication but your still happy that this girl your with is not shy to see her true self to you. It feels like her mind breaks already, just seeing your big penis.
"Hanni, we're about to be done here in the hut, we should do it later in the room"
She snapped back to reality when you said it would be over inside the hut.
"Ah, is it?, is that a promise, I can touch it later?, It's mine right?"
"Yes, Hanni it's yours only but can you be your other self for now, please I don't want anybody to see you like this"
"Okay, Y/N you haven't answered my question yet"
"What question?"
"Ugh, you're so clueless, it's so cute. I'll ask you later"
Confused look at Hanni, as if you don't know what she meant, but slowly things are coming to your head, it makes sense now, how clingy she was before, how friendly she is to you. She likes you from the start when you two see each other, it's like a gift to her that she found you at the airport.
The last type of massage was shortly cancelled due to a leak in the steam in the room, so they gave you two additional 2 free massages just the normal ones for compensation.
You look at her, thinking she would be mad cause it was postponed but she's happy, for her it was a miracle. No timer for touching each other, and no hot steam that makes you two sweat. She wanted raw, raw hotness from your body touching each other, not a machine making the hot steam, but your lust and love for each other.
You two changed back to your casual outfit, she held your arms much tighter, making sure yours are her.
"Y/N, I can't wait to see it again"
"Shh, we're still here, people might hear"
"Oh my god, why can't a couple talked about couple things, shh shh, your really is clueless and I really like it"
"Alright, alright, to answer your question, yes you can be my girlfriend but"
"No but, but"
She hugs you, you hug her back tightly. This day is full of wonderful things happening, not only did you travel Vietnam, eat good and lots of food, but you end up with a girlfriend from the country you're visiting.
Walking in the corridor, going to your rooms, she asked, what room you two would want. You replied, hers. She replied, aight bet.
"Welcome to my room, which looks like yours too, haha. Sorry it's kinda messy, I haven't cleaned. I've slept yesterday"
"Haha, funny were the same, that's why I picked yours cause mine is worst"
"Haha, let's do it now"
"Now?, you don't want to shower first?"
"In the shower?"
"Yes, shower first"
"Okay, let's go"
She striped naked in front of you, as if you two are in a long relationship. She removed each of her cloth naughty and while looking in your eyes. An adrenaline goes to your penis, while looking at her, it makes it hard, creating a bulge in your pants, you adjust to make her see it.
"Wow, you want to huh"
"No, you want it more"
"Haha, I'll suck you dry"
"Oh really, I'll do it to you too"
Fully naked, she walked towards you, she grabbed her hands and guided it to her cute breast, she chuckled from your touch and it made her seize like your touch electrified her.
"Please be gentle, this is my first"
"It's my first too Hanni"
"So we're beginner's haha"
"Really beginner's, I don't have a condom on me, so we're lock on toucher each other "
"Huh? locked? wdym locked, fuck me raw, creampie me full, I don't even care anymore, I just want you, your cock in me, please"
"Alright, alright, chill I just don't want things to escalate too quickly"
"Don't bother, I am on pills anyway, I am actually an, no I just have a work that needs us to be on pills"
"Oh, that's neat. I'll make your wish come true then"
After your last word, she grabbed your pants, removing it to expose your big erect penis to her. She was excited, happy, and the smile on her face was apparent.
"Oh my god, yes please I want this cock on me now"
"Wait, open the shower first, I don't want you to smell my smelly penis"
"I don't care, I'll sniff it more"
"Your disgusting, and it's so hot"
"Haha, you're right. That's kinda far now, feel like we're roleplaying or something, let's just fuck you know"
"Yeah, haha, can I see your pussy?"
"Yeah, sorry I haven't shaved yet, didn't expect this to happen in my vacation, and I wasn't expecting to go beaching too"
"It's perfectly fine, it's better anyway hygiene"
You touch her first, making her angry.
"Hey, you touch my pussy first? really"
"Huh, I, sorry, alright, alright you're the pilot"
"Nah its fine but I want to suck your dick first"
"Okay, I'll clean it now"
After you washed your cock, she grabbed it without mentioning it.
"Aw, it hurts, just be gentle"
"Sorry, I'll suck it gently, I promise"
She handjobs you first while having a staring contest at hers, she wanted to see if it would hurt when she went fast, but it did5, it just makes you feel a thing.
"Slow down a bit, I'll gonna cum so fast from that"
"Alright, I'll suck it now"
"Okay"
She kissed your penis first, then slowly put it to her cute mouth. At first it was difficult, her mouth was too small for your penis to enter but slowly she adjusted to your size, you also helped her in making sure everything was going great, and gently.
"Ugh, argh, ugh, gulp"
She was sucking but because neither of you have this experience, it was going slow.
"Um, Hanni, I think your sucking isn't great"
She removed her mouth form you dick to speak
"Is it?"
"You should gag more, put it more inside of your mouth, like this(showing a picture from the net).
She slapped your phone.
"Are you saying I am not good?"
"Well, no, but maybe, sorry I just want you to experience this fully"
"Okay, I get you, I'll do what in the picture is"
She adjusted more, allowing your length to enter her mouth, your big cock now is full of saliva, and she is gagging from every downshift she does. The scene is magical, a cute girl you just met yesterday is now gagging from your cock.
"Yes, just like that Hanni, your doing it better now"
"Gag, really" happy Hanni while her mouth is full
You are now reaching your point, you tapped her shoulders to alert her, she winked and shook her head approving your hot cum to shoot in her mouth, not a second after that you shot your cum to her mouth walls, painting it white, marking her as yours.
"Yes, ugh, ugh just like that Hanni, your amazing"
She swallowed all your cum, and made a smile looking at your tired body.
"Hey, we haven't started the fucking yet, but your tired already, let's shower then go to my bed"
"Okay"
You two showered like a married couple, soaping each other, rubbing each other, making sure every part is clean cause tonight would be the best meal you will be eating. She pissed accidentally while you were soaping her pussy part.
"Oh, sorry I pissed"
"Damn, that's hot, like your pee is not, well actually it is hot to get pissed, the smell though"
"Hmm so you like getting pissed by"
After one last water, you take a towel to give it to her but she grabs you making your bodies touch each other and then rubs the towel to dry you off. After that, she held your hand, and followed her steps to her room. She closed her binds, turned the lights to comfy, and made the bed more presentable.
"It's your turn now" she said
"Okay"
She jumps to the bed, exposing her body to you, you crawl slowly making her excited, she's like the queen bee getting her worker to give what she wants. You first got close to her face.
"You know, we haven't kissed yet"
"Oh god, your right, let's do it"
You get close to her, attempting a normal kiss, but she doesn't do that, she wants to taste you. Exchanging saliva while kissing and sucking her mouth, she also does it. After a solid 5 minutes of sucking each other though. She breaks it.
"Your such a good kisser"
"You too"
Laughing at each other, but while laughing your hands in like a snake, wanting to bite its prey, but in this case the prey is her pussy. She reacted from your touch, making a cute sound of ouch. She nodded to show that she's ready, ready to get plates on, to get divine on, to be feast on. So you slowly head to her pussy, the aroma and smell that you thought would be different, but a love smell is what you experienced. Her grown hair is so cute, it looks better with it. You've already touched it and feel the slimy gooey leaking from it, this is it she's wet not from the shower, but from your touch, you wanted it, you want her soup, you want to lick the tip, the hole, the glory of womanhood. So you work on it, shoving your mouth to her pussy, first in her clitoris, from your research the best way is a star way, from left to the top then to the left, next to the bottom then go back to the left.
"Ugh, hmmm, yes Y/N, eat me like that, savour from me, do you like that baby, yes ughhh"
The noise from her only fuels your lust, so you change your area now to her vagina, it's tight, and you can feel a blockway for her hole, it is said as her hymen, and the one who breaks it is the one who is first. You now changed the tactic from star shape to, licking like it's a nutella jar. Each lick, each suck made her high, as if she could fly in the sky.
"Oh my godddd, why are you good at this, it is ahhhh, true that, ughhh you didn't have, ahhhhh yess right there babe, yes lick that and suck that ughhh, girlfriend before?, oh my god I am cumming, keep is up"
She releases her cum to you, making you suck her more, tasting her love juices which are sweet.
Both of you are satisfied with each other, but it's not done yet. You tossed your body next to her, she hugged you.
"Thank you for this wonderful experience Y/N, this isn't in my vacation plan but thank god it happened"
"You too, Hanni, I didn't know this would happened, this vacation is really something else, I just wanna spend my day and night with you"
"Please, we should do this everyday now until we both go back"
"I promise Hanni, we will do it every night"
"Thank you Y/N, I fucking love you, sorry for my language, can we fuck now"
"No worries, I don't mind it. We can if you want"
After your last words, she gets up, recharges like a fast charge phone. She towers you in the bed, putting her body to yours in a riding position.
"Is this a good position, search it up"
"Yes, I want to see you, and I want to kiss you while we're fucking"
"That's sounds hot, I'll put it in now, please be gentle with me"
"I promise Hanni, I'll be gentle"
This wasn't the case, from the very first move, Hanni was rough, immediately breaking her hymen and screaming like she got stabbed in a good way.
"Oh my godd, yesss fuck me like that"
"Wait, Hanni your too rough"
"I can't help it, break me Y/N, make me your cumdumped, fuck me both holes"
She's mind breaking already, just from one insert of your cock to her, she would obey what you do, and everything she says is what you're doing.
"Ugh, ugh, their hit me their, yes"
"God damn Hanni, I wanna fuck you to the brim so hard"
"Please Y/N, please make it happen"
The fucking if fucking, same position but both of you now is working towards the same goal, breaking each other to the top. Making a mess, like a tornado has come by. Every trust you gave, she gave back, every move you make, she moves back, the gentleness from both of you isn't showing, then a couple more moves both of you are now reaching your point.
"Y/N, I am gonna cum"
"Hanni, me too"
"Let's do it together"
"Alright"
"Ughhhh yes Y/N, fill me fill me fill me"
"Hanni your squeezing me so hard, ughhh Yes"
Cumming to each other was a great pleasure, but after it you both slammed to the bed, she was on top of you.
"This is amazing Hanni, I can't wait to do it again and again and again"
"Again and again, yess I love you so much"
"I love you too"
The night ends with both of you exchanging love notes, kissing each other's forehead but you're not done yet.
"Hanni, I have a question"
"Yes babe, what it is"
"Are you the Hanni from Newjeans?"
The end.
A/N: Wrote this while Wifi was gone so bare the wrong grammars lol, btw check my other story staring Hanni too in AFF link in my bio, would also post this story there, thanks!
A/N: If my Wifi stops again, I might write another, who knows maybe I'll continue this story.
❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the 5 times nicholas interrupts you and your boyfriend, ej and the one time he lets nicholas join.
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you’d been seeing euijoo for almost five months when the interruptions started becoming a problem.
it wasn’t that nicholas was doing it on purpose… well thats what you thought at first. you knew nicholas—not extremely well, but well enough. he was your boyfriend’s best friend, after all. the one who always offered you the last slice of pizza even when he was clearly still hungry. the one who’d randomly send you the most unflattering photos of euijoo mid-blink or mid-yawn with captions like “your man is broken, come fix him” even though every single picture just made your chest feel warm because he looked soft and sleepy and yours.
he and euijoo had been roommates since pre-debut, and old habits died hard. even as they moved into the new dorm, it was small, the walls were thin, and nicholas just seemed to have the worst timing in the world.
the first time.
it was a rare night when most of the members were out. you were curled up on euijoo’s bed, legs tangled with his, the movie on his laptop long forgotten. his hand was warm on your waist, thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt. the kiss started soft—slow, careful, like he was still learning how much you could take.
then it deepened.
euijoo’s tongue slid against yours, his hand slipping higher until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast. you sighed into his mouth, arching into the touch. he made a low sound in his throat and rolled you onto your back, settling between your thighs, the weight of him delicious.
you were just starting to rock up against the growing hardness in his sweats when the door flew open.
“yoooo ej, did you borrow my black hoodie—oh.”
nicholas froze in the doorway, eyes wide, taking in the scene: you flushed and panting under euijoo, euijoo’s hand still under your shirt, both of you staring at him like deer in headlights.
euijoo yanked his hand back like he’d been burned. you sat up so fast you nearly headbutted him.
nicholas’s ears went pink, but his mouth twitched. “my bad. i’ll… knock next time.” he grabbed the hoodie from the chair and backed out, closing the door with a soft click.
euijoo dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a groan. “i’m going to kill him.”
you laughed, breathless, still aching between your legs. “he didn’t even knock.”
“he never does…next time,” euijoo muttered, pressing a kiss to your neck, “i’m locking the door.”
the second time.
two weeks later, you were back.
this time the door was locked. euijoo had you pressed against it the second it clicked shut, mouth hot on yours, hands greedy. you’d barely made it to the bed before your shirt was gone and his was rucked up under your palms. he kissed down your chest, sucking a mark just above your bra, then lower, mouthing at the lace until your nipple peaked against the fabric.
you were grinding down on the thigh he’d slotted between your legs when the handle rattled.
“jju? you in there? i left my airpods on the desk—”
euijoo’s head snapped up. his voice was rough. “busy.”
a pause. then nicholas’s laugh, low and teasing. “yeah, i can hear that. i’ll come back later.”
you could hear the smirk in his voice. euijoo’s jaw flexed. he stayed perfectly still until the footsteps retreated down the hall, then he let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead between your breasts.
“i’m going to change the locks.”
you carded your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore how wet you were. “he knows, doesn’t he?”
euijoo didn’t answer. he just kissed the center of your chest and pulled you closer, like he could hide you and himself from the rest of the world.
the third time.
three weeks later, after a grueling back and forth from korea to japan for mc-ing. euijoo had completely forgotten about changing the locks.
you were on your back, euijoo hovering over you, both of you half-undressed. his mouth was hot on your collarbone, sucking a mark just below where your shirt would cover it. your fingers were in his hair, tugging gently every time he bit down. his hand had just slipped into your panties, two fingers teasing through your folds, when the lock clicked.
nicholas walked in like he owned the place, holding euijoo’s missing charger.
“yo jju, you left this in the—oh.”
euijoo’s fingers stilled inside you. you both turned your heads at the same time.
nicholas stood there, charger dangling from his fingers, eyes flicking from euijoo’s face to where his hand disappeared between your legs. he didn’t leave immediately. just… looked.
for three full seconds, nobody spoke.
then nicholas cleared his throat, set the charger on the desk, and backed out. “my bad. won’t happen again.”
the door clicked shut.
euijoo exhaled slowly, forehead dropping to your chest. his fingers were still inside you, and you were clenching around them without meaning to.
“he saw,” you whispered.
“i know.” euijoo’s voice was rough. he curled his fingers once, just to hear you gasp, then pulled them out. “he saw and he didn’t even pretend to be sorry this time.”
you didn’t know what to say to that. because the you also saw the look on nicholas’s face and it definitely hadn’t been sorry. it had been something else entirely.
the fourth time.
it happened on a friday night after a long schedule. you’d brought pizza because nicholas had texted you earlier saying “ej’s been in a weird mood, can u bring food? we can watch that new movie he wanted to watch.” you’d laughed, sent back a heart, and showed up with two boxes.
nicholas had answered the door, taken the pizza from you with a bright “thanks, you’re the best,” and even saved you the last slice like always. but when euijoo pulled you into his room later, the mood shifted fast.
you ended up on your knees between his thighs, his cock heavy and hot on your tongue. euijoo’s head was tipped back against the headboard, one hand gentle in your hair, the other fisted in the sheets. you were taking your time, savoring the way he twitched every time you swallowed around him, when the door opened.
nicholas stepped in.
he didn’t freeze this time. he just… stood there, watching. the pizza box was still in his hand.
euijoo’s eyes opened slowly. he didn’t tell nicholas to leave. his fingers tightened in your hair instead, guiding you a little deeper. you could feel nicholas’s gaze on the back of your head, on the way your lips stretched, on the soft wet sounds filling the room.
nicholas’s voice came out low. “you two are really bad at this whole ‘secret’ thing.”
euijoo’s answer was rough. “then stop walking in.”
nicholas didn’t move, he just scoffed “maybe i don’t want to.”
the air in the room went thick. euijoo looked down at you, then back at his best friend. for a second it felt like something was about to break.
“get out.” euijoo said, teeth clenched.
nicholas set the pizza box on the desk, turned around, and walked out.
euijoo came down your throat two minutes later with a quiet, frustrated groan, but he didn’t look satisfied. he looked like a man who was running out of patience.
the fifth time.
you both were kinda done pretending the tension wasn’t there.
euijoo had you on your back, legs hooked over his shoulders, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. you were soaked, aching, nails digging into his arms. he’d been teasing you for what felt like forever—rubbing the head through your folds, pushing in just enough to make you gasp, then pulling back.
“please,” you whispered. “jju, i need—”
he started to push in.
the door opened.
nicholas stood there again. this time he didn’t even pretend he was looking for something. he just watched as euijoo slowly, deliberately, sank another inch inside you.
euijoo’s jaw was tight. he didn’t stop. he kept his eyes on nicholas while he pushed in deeper, until he was buried to the hilt and you were whimpering beneath him.
nicholas’s breathing had gone shallow. his eyes were locked on where you and euijoo were joined.
euijoo’s voice was low, almost dangerous. “you gonna keep doing this forever, nicho?”
nicholas shrugged, smirking then turned, and left.
euijoo fucked you after that—hard, deep, like he was trying to fuck the frustration out of both of you. you came twice, shaking, but when it was over he stayed inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
later that same night, the dorm was quiet.
euijoo had pulled you into his arms under the blanket, your head on his chest, his fingers tracing slow circles on your bare shoulder. for a while neither of you spoke. the only sound was the low hum of the air purifier and the distant sound of nicholas’s shower running down the hall.
finally, euijoo’s voice came out quiet.
“i need to ask you something.”
you tilted your head to look at him. his expression was serious, a little tired, but there was heat still lingering in his eyes.
“about nicholas.”
your stomach flipped. you stayed quiet, letting him continue.
euijoo exhaled through his nose. “he keeps walking in. every single time. and he doesn’t leave right away anymore. he… watches. and i keep telling myself it’s annoying. that he’s just being an idiot with no boundaries.” he paused, thumb brushing your collarbone. “but that’s not the whole truth.”
you swallowed. “what’s the truth?”
he was quiet for a second, like he was choosing his words carefully.
“the truth is that every time he walks in and sees you like that—sees us—i get pissed off. but i also get hard. and i’ve noticed the way you react when he’s standing there. the way your body clenches around me. the way you look at him sometimes when you think i’m not paying attention.”
your face burned, but you didn’t deny it.
euijoo’s hand slid down to rest over your heart. “i’m not mad at you. i’m just… done pretending i don’t see it. he’s my best friend. he’s been sending you those stupid photos and saving you pizza and acting like he doesn’t want to be in the room with us. and every time he leaves, i can tell he’s hard. i can tell he wants it.”
he turned his head to look at you properly.
“so i need to know where your head is at. if nicholas walked in again… and i didn’t tell him to leave… if i let him stay… would you want that?”
the question hung between you, heavy and honest.
you were quiet for a moment, fingers tracing the lines of his chest. “i’ve thought about it,” you admitted softly. “more than once. the way he looks at me… it’s not just friendly anymore. and when he stays and watches… it does something to me. but i didn’t want to say anything because he’s your best friend and i didn’t know how you’d feel.”
euijoo’s arm tightened around you. he didn’t look upset. if anything, the tension in his shoulders eased a little.
“i feel like i’m losing my mind every time he interrupts us,” he said. “but i also feel like if we keep pretending this isn’t happening, it’s going to explode in a worse way.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “so if it happens again… i’m not stopping him. i’m not telling him to get out. i’m going to ask him if he wants to stay. and if you’re okay with it… i want him to join.”
your breath caught. “you’re sure?”
euijoo nodded, eyes dark but steady. “i’m sure. i want to see what happens when we stop fighting it. but only if you want it too.”
you nodded, heart racing. “i do.”
he pulled you closer, kissing you slow and deep, like a seal on the decision.
“next time,” he murmured against your lips, “he stays.”
the sixth time
you were already gone.
euijoo had you on your hands and knees, fucking you deep and slow, one hand fisted in your hair while the other gripped your hip. every thrust made you whimper into the sheets. the door opened, but neither of you stopped.
nicholas stood frozen in the doorway.
euijoo didn’t even look up. he just kept moving inside you, voice low and rough.
“just lock the door, nicho.”
the click caused a shiver to run down your spine.
euijoo pulled out of you with a wet sound and flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing. he climbed over your chest, knees on either side of your head, and tapped the head of his cock against your lips.
“open up, baby.”
you did.
he slid into your mouth with a low groan, one hand braced on the headboard while the other gently held your jaw. he didn’t thrust hard at first—just rocked in and out, letting you get used to the weight of him on your tongue.
nicholas was still standing there, hard and staring.
euijoo glanced at him over his shoulder, voice calm but commanding.
“well? you gonna keep watching or are you gonna fuck her?”
nicholas moved like he’d been waiting for permission his whole life.
still he took his time peeling off his sweats and boxers, eyes never leaving your body. when he finally climbed onto the bed, he moved slowly—deliberately. his hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs brushing teasingly close to where you were aching.
he didn’t push in right away.
instead, he dragged the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness, eyes flicking up past euijoo to how watch your face contorted even as your mouth was full. you moaned around euijoo’s cock and nicholas’s jaw tightened.
“fuck…” he breathed.
only then did he start to push in—slow, inch by inch, like he wanted to feel every second of it. your back arched. euijoo’s hand tightened in your hair as he kept fucking your mouth in those same lazy, controlled thrusts.
nicholas bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, forehead dropping forward like he was trying to keep himself together.
“been thinking about this,” he admitted quietly, voice rough. “every time i walked in… every time i had to leave.”
he started moving — slow, deep strokes that made your toes curl. euijoo matched his pace above you, fucking your mouth with the same unhurried rhythm. the three of you moved together like you had all the time in the world.
nicholas’s hands roamed your body — squeezing your waist, sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. every touch felt intentional. reverent.
euijoo’s voice was low and filthy above you.
“look at you… taking both of us so well. such a good girl.”
nicholas’s pace stayed steady, almost teasing. he rolled his hips in deep, grinding circles that made you see stars. you could feel how hard he was holding back.
euijoo’s hand stroked your cheek as he fucked your mouth a little deeper.
“you close, nicho?” he asked, voice deceptively calm.
nicholas let out a shaky breath, hips stuttering. “yeah—”
euijoo’s tone dropped, sharp and possessive.
“don’t you dare cum in my girlfriend.”
nicholas froze for half a second, a low, frustrated grunt leaving his throat. he rolled his eyes, but he listened. he pulled out at the last second with a sharp hiss, fisting his cock as he came across your stomach in thick, hot ropes. his head dropped forward, breathing ragged.
euijoo didn’t stop moving in your mouth. he kept the same slow, deep rhythm until he pulled out, stroking himself until he came across your tongue and lips with a quiet groan.
for a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing.
nicholas was the first to move. he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your stomach, right above the mess he’d made, before collapsing beside you. then he collapsed beside you with a quiet groan, one arm draping over your waist like it belonged there. euijoo settled on your other side, gently pulling you into his chest and brushing your hair away from your face.
the three of you lay there tangled together, skin warm and sticky, breaths slowly evening out.
nicholas was the one who broke the silence first.
his voice was rough but fond, a little teasing.
“you two are sickeningly cute, you know that?”
euijoo let out a quiet huff of laughter against your hair, but he didn’t argue. his fingers kept tracing lazy patterns on your arm.
nicholas tilted his head to look at both of you, a small, tired smile playing on his lips.
“so…” he continued, voice softer now, almost shy. “when can we do this again?”
authors note: my writers block disappeared for a bit when i read @kvegawari ‘s going limp during sex hyung line hcs.. the idea of nicho constantly being a cock block for jju is hilarious so i decided to make it into a fic ~~ i hope u guys like it !!!
You're on your couch, controller in hand, when the first rumble of thunder rolls across the city like God clearing his throat. The weather app on your phone has been screaming warnings all week - some massive storm system churning up from the Gulf, promising to turn the weekend into an apocalyptic light show. You're actually looking forward to it. There's something cool about being safely inside while nature throws a tantrum outside your windows. It’s as if, inside your apartment, nothing from the outside world can really get in, can really reach far enough to unravel the quiet you’ve built here.
Your phone buzzes with a text from Danielle: "Hey! Emergency favor? My friend needs a place to crash this weekend because of the storm. Her Airbnb got canceled last minute. Can she stay at your place?"
You pause your game and actually consider it for a moment. Your roommate Jake moved out two weeks ago to live with his girlfriend, leaving the spare room empty except for a bed and some boxes you haven't bothered to move yet. The place feels too quiet without his constant stream of terrible jokes and questionable cooking experiments.
"Who is it?" you text back.
"Hanni! I've mentioned her before. She's traveling around before starting her career. Super sweet, you'll love her."
You do vaguely remember Danielle talking about some friend who was taking a gap year to see the world. Something about learning languages and having adventures that make your Netflix-and-takeout lifestyle seem embarrassingly mundane.
"Sure, why not. When's she coming?"
"OMG thank you! She'll be there around 6. You're the best!"
It's 3 PM now. You look around your apartment with the critical eye of someone who's about to have a stranger judging their living space. It's not terrible - you're not one of those guys who lives like a feral college student - but it's definitely bachelor-pad basic. Clean enough, but lacking any personality beyond your gaming setup and the collection of empty beer bottles you keep meaning to recycle.
You spend the next hour doing a speed clean that mostly involves shoving random items into closets and running a vacuum over the visible carpet. The spare room gets fresh sheets that smell like the lavender detergent your mom bought you in a misguided attempt to civilize your domestic life.
By 5:30, you're showered and wearing actual pants instead of the basketball shorts that constitute your weekend uniform. You've even put on a t-shirt without any stains, which feels like formal wear at this point.
The building's ancient intercom crackles to life at exactly 6:03 PM.
"Hi! It's Hanni, Danielle's friend?"
Her voice has this musical quality even through the shitty speaker system. You buzz her up and find yourself actually nervous, which is ridiculous. It's just some girl who needs a place to crash during a storm. No big deal.
You open the door before she can knock, and—
Fuck.
Okay, let's pause here for a moment, because you need to process what you're seeing. Danielle definitely undersold this situation when she said "super sweet." Standing in your hallway is quite possibly the most beautiful girl you've ever seen in person, and that includes the time you accidentally ended up at a fashion week after-party and felt like an anthropologist studying a different species.
Hanni Pham is petite - maybe 5'3" in the sneakers she's wearing - with long dark hair that somehow looks perfect despite the humidity that's been building all day. Her skin has this natural glow that girls probably spend hundreds of dollars trying to achieve with makeup. She's wearing high-waisted jeans and an oversized cardigan that manages to be both cozy and effortlessly stylish.
But it's her smile that really hits you. When she grins (and she's grinning right now as she looks up at you) her whole face transforms. It's one of those smiles that makes you want to say something funny just to see it again.
"You must be the famous roommate.”
"Famous might be overselling it," you reply, stepping aside to let her in. "I prefer 'locally notorious' or 'generally adequate.'"
She laughs - actually laughs, not just that polite chuckle people give when they're being nice - and the sound does something weird to your chest.
"I'm Hanni," she says, extending her hand like you're meeting at a business conference instead of your apartment doorway.
"I know," you say, shaking her hand and immediately noticing how soft her skin is. "Danielle's mentioned you. I'm—"
"The mysterious roommate who apparently has his life together enough to have a spare room on short notice," she interrupts with a teasing smile. "Danielle was very impressed by your domestic capabilities."
"Danielle has clearly never seen me try to fold a fitted sheet," you say, grabbing her suitcase. "But I can order takeout with the best of them, so we won't starve."
She follows you into the apartment, and you watch her take it all in. Your place suddenly feels inadequate under her gaze - not messy, but definitely lacking in sophistication. She doesn't seem to mind, though. If anything, she looks comfortable immediately, like she's one of those people who can adapt to any environment.
"This is really nice," she says, and she sounds genuine. "Much better than the hostel I was staying at last week in Austin. There was this guy who brought his guitar to the common room every night and knew exactly one and a half songs."
"Let me guess—'Wonderwall' and half of 'Sweet Caroline'?"
"Close. 'Wonderwall' and the first verse of 'Hey There Delilah.'" She drops onto your couch like she belongs there. "It was painful. I started taking long walks just to avoid the evening concert."
You find yourself grinning as you set her suitcase by the hallway. There's something immediately easy about talking to her, like you've known each other longer than thirty seconds.
"So Danielle says you're traveling around before starting your career," you say, settling into the armchair across from her. "What's the master plan?"
"Oh, there's no master plan," she says with a laugh. "That's kind of the point. I graduated in May and realized I had spent four years studying business management and had no idea what I actually wanted to do with my life. So instead of jumping straight into the corporate grind, I decided to see the world for a while."
"Business management?" You raise an eyebrow. "Let me guess: parental expectations?"
"Bingo." She tucks her legs under her on the couch. "Asian parents, you know? They had my life planned out from birth. Good grades, good college, good job, good marriage, good grandchildren. The whole timeline."
"And you said 'thanks but no thanks'?"
"More like 'thanks but maybe later.'" She runs her hand through her hair, and you try not to notice how the movement makes her cardigan slip slightly off one shoulder. "I'm not rebelling exactly. I just want to figure out who I am when I'm not following someone else's script."
There's something refreshing about her honesty. Most people your age are either pretending they have everything figured out or wallowing in quarter-life crisis melodrama. Hanni seems genuinely comfortable with not knowing what comes next.
"So where have you been so far?" you ask.
Her face lights up. "God, everywhere. I started in California—spent a month in San Francisco, then drove down the coast. Did the whole Southwest thing, then back up to Colorado for a while. I was in New Orleans for two weeks, which was incredible but also nearly killed my liver."
"And now you're here because...?"
"I'm flying to Germany next month to start learning the language properly. And then this storm happened..." She gestures vaguely toward the window, where the sky is getting increasingly ominous.
"Germany, huh? Then what?"
"Portugal, maybe Brazil after that. I'm trying to learn German and Portuguese simultaneously, which my brain is not appreciating." She laughs. "But I figure if I'm going to wander around aimlessly, I might as well collect some languages while I do it."
You're impressed despite yourself. While you've been grinding through your marketing job and spending weekends recovering from the week, she's been living like a character in one of those indie movies about finding yourself.
"That's actually amazing," you say, and you mean it. "Most people just talk about doing something like that."
"Most people are smarter than me," she replies with that killer smile. "They understand things like 'financial security' and 'long-term planning.'"
"Overrated concepts," you say. "I've got both of those things and I still spend my Saturdays wondering if I'm wasting my life."
She tilts her head, studying you with those dark eyes. "Are you? Wasting your life?"
It's a more serious question than the conversation has been up to this point, and you find yourself actually thinking about it instead of deflecting with humor.
"I don't know," you admit. "I've got a decent job, this place, good friends. On paper it all looks fine. But sometimes I feel like I'm just going through the motions, you know? Like I'm waiting for my real life to start."
"And when do you think that happens?" she asks. "The real life part?"
"No idea. Maybe when I figure out what I actually want instead of just what I'm supposed to want."
She nods like this makes perfect sense. "That's exactly why I left. Everyone kept asking me what my five-year plan was, and I realized I couldn't even figure out what I wanted for lunch most days."
Another crack of thunder rolls overhead, closer this time. The light coming through your windows has taken on that weird greenish quality that means the storm is getting serious.
"Speaking of lunch," you say, standing up, "or dinner at this point—are you hungry? I was planning to order something before the weather gets too crazy for delivery."
"Starving," she admits. "I haven't eaten since this morning. What are the options?"
You grab your phone and start scrolling through delivery apps. "Thai, Chinese, pizza, Mexican, Indian... There's this Vietnamese place that's actually incredible if you're feeling adventurous."
"Vietnamese sounds perfect," she says immediately. "I haven't had good pho in weeks."
"You know pho?" You look up from your phone, surprised.
"I'm half Vietnamese," she says with an amused smile. "Did Danielle not mention that? Pham's my dad's name."
"She definitely left out some key details," you mutter while pulling up the Vietnamese restaurant's menu, feeling slightly embarrassed. Of course Hanni Pham is Vietnamese. You're usually more observant than this, but something about her presence is scrambling your normal social awareness.
"It's okay," she says, clearly picking up on your embarrassment. "I get it all the time.” She leans forward to look at your phone screen. "Oh my god, they have bun bo hue. Order that for me, please. I've been craving it for months."
"You got it." You add it to the cart, then look up at her. "Well, the dual nationality thing must be cool, I guess.”
"Sometimes. I got really good at code-switching depending on which side of the family I was with." She grins.
"And? Which one is actually you?"
She's quiet for a moment, considering. "Both, I think. Neither. Someone new." She looks at you directly. "That's part of why I'm doing this whole travel thing. Trying to figure out who I am when I'm not performing for anyone."
There's something vulnerable in the admission, and you feel a unexpected urge to tell her that whoever she is right now, sitting on your couch talking about identity and soup preferences, she's pretty fucking great.
Instead, you finish placing the food order and set your phone aside. "Well, for what it's worth, the version of you that's here right now seems pretty authentic to me."
She gives you a look that's hard to read - surprised, maybe? Like she wasn't expecting you to say something that direct.
"Thanks," she says softly. "That's... actually really nice to hear."
The moment hangs between you for a few seconds before another rumble of thunder breaks it. This one's close enough to rattle the windows.
"Jesus," you mutter, walking over to look outside. The sky has gone full apocalypse mode - dark green-black clouds rolling in like something out of a disaster movie. "This is going to be intense."
Hanni joins you at the window, standing close enough that you can smell her perfume - light and citrusy that makes you want to lean closer.
"I've never been in a real storm like this," she admits.
"You're in for a treat," you say. "We'll probably lose power at some point."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yeah. When storms like this hit, the grid just gives up." You glance at her. "You're not scared of storms, are you?"
"No, just... inexperienced." She looks up at you with a grin. "You'll have to teach me how to survive a proper thunderstorm."
There's something in the way she says it that makes your pulse quicken. Maybe it's the proximity, or the intimate lighting as the sky darkens, or just the general chemistry that's been building since she walked in. But suddenly the idea of being trapped in your apartment with Hanni Pham for three days doesn't seem like an inconvenience at all.
"First lesson," you say, forcing yourself to focus on the conversation instead of how close she's standing, "stock up on essentials before the power goes out."
"Which are?"
"Candles, flashlights, batteries, booze." You tick them off on your fingers. "I've got the first three covered, but we might need to make a liquor store run."
"What kind of booze?" she asks, clearly amused by your priorities.
"Wine for sophisticated storm watching, whiskey for if things get really bad, beer for everything else."
"You've really thought this through."
"I've lived here for three years. You learn to prepare for these things."
She's still standing close, looking up at you with those dark eyes, and you're starting to realize that the storm outside might not be the only dangerous weather system you need to worry about this weekend.
Your phone buzzes with a delivery notification, breaking the moment.
"Food's here," you announce, probably more loudly than necessary.
"Perfect timing," she says, but she doesn't immediately move away from the window. "Before we eat, should we make that liquor store run? It's only going to get worse out there."
You check the time on your phone. 7:15 PM. "Good call. There's a place around the corner that stays open late."
"Let me grab my jacket," she says, heading for her suitcase.
Five minutes later you're both hurrying down the sidewalk as the wind picks up. Leaves and debris are starting to swirl around, and the air has that electric feeling that comes right before a big storm hits.
———
The liquor store is busy (apparently you're not the only ones with the idea to stock up before the weather gets nasty). Hanni gravitates toward the wine section while you grab a bottle of decent whiskey and a twelve-pack of beer.
"What do you think?" she asks, holding up a bottle of red wine. "I don't know much about wine, but this one has a pretty label."
You look at the bottle - some mid-range Cabernet that's probably perfectly fine. "Pretty label is a valid selection criterion," you say. "But if we're going to be storm-bound for three days, we might want something a little more special."
You lead her over to a section with slightly better wines and pick up a bottle of Spanish Tempranillo. "This one's got character. Good for drinking while watching the world end outside your window."
"You really know wine?" she asks, looking impressed.
"I know just enough to sound like I do," you admit. "My ex was into wine, so I picked up some basics through osmosis."
"Ah, the ex." Her tone is light, but you catch something in her expression. "Recent?"
"Few months ago. Nothing dramatic, just... ran out of steam." You realize you probably shouldn't be talking about your ex-girlfriend to the beautiful girl you just met, but Hanni seems genuinely curious rather than uncomfortable.
"That's the worst kind of breakup," she says sympathetically. "When there's no big fight or betrayal, just the slow realization that you're not right for each other."
"Exactly." You're surprised by how well she gets it. "How about you? Leaving a trail of broken hearts across America?"
She laughs. "Hardly. I was dating someone senior year, but that ended when I decided to do this whole travel thing. He wasn't exactly supportive of the idea."
"His loss," you say, and immediately regret how that sounds. Too forward, too obvious.
But Hanni just smiles. "Thanks. I think so too."
You grab the wine and head to the checkout, where the cashier is grumbling about having to stay open during the storm.
"Y'all better get home quick," he says as he rings you up. "Weather service just issued a severe thunderstorm warning. Gonna be nasty out there."
As if to emphasize his point, a flash of lightning illuminates the store windows, followed immediately by a boom of thunder that makes everyone jump.
"Shit," you mutter, grabbing the bag. "We need to move."
The walk back to your apartment is like something out of a movie. The wind is whipping hard enough to make walking difficult, and the first fat raindrops are starting to fall. By the time you reach your building, you're both laughing breathlessly at the absurdity of racing a storm.
"That was exhilarating," Hanni says as you climb the stairs to your floor, her cheeks flushed from the wind and exercise.
"That was just the warm-up," you tell her, unlocking your door. "The real show hasn't started yet."
Inside, your apartment feels like a sanctuary. The food delivery is waiting outside your door (the delivery guy apparently decided not to stick around for a tip in this weather) and you bring everything inside just as the rain really starts coming down.
"Perfect timing," Hanni says, already unpacking the Vietnamese food on your coffee table.
You open the bottle of wine while she sets up the food, and within minutes you're both settled on the couch with steaming bowls of soup and glasses of the Tempranillo.
"Oh my god," Hanni moans after her first spoonful of bun bo hue. "This is exactly what I needed. I don't know how they get the broth so perfect."
"Good choice?" you ask, settling back with your own bowl.
"Amazing choice. You clearly know your Vietnamese food."
"I know good food in general," you say. "It's one of my few useful skills."
Outside, the storm is really starting to intensify. Rain is hammering against the windows, and the lightning is getting more frequent. The thunder is almost constant now, a low rumble punctuated by sharp cracks that make the building shake slightly.
"Jesus," Hanni says, looking toward the windows. "Is it supposed to sound like that?"
"That's normal for a storm this size," you tell her, but privately you're a little impressed by how intense it's getting. "We're safe in here. These old buildings are built to last."
She doesn't look entirely convinced, but she's trying to play it cool. You notice her flinch slightly at a particularly loud thunder clap.
"First real storm nerves?" you ask gently.
"Maybe a little," she admits. "I know it's silly, but I keep expecting something to fall on the building."
"Not silly at all. The first time I experienced a storm like this, I spent the whole night awake thinking the roof was going to cave in."
"Really?"
"Really. I was convinced every lightning flash was going to fry the building's electrical system and trap me in a powerless hellscape."
"And did it?"
"Well, the power did go out around midnight, but the hellscape part was mostly in my imagination."
She laughs, relaxing slightly. "Okay, so what actually happens when the power goes out?"
"Candles, flashlights, and a lot of sitting around in the dark talking. It's actually kind of nice once you get used to it. Very... primitive."
"Primitive how?"
You consider how to explain it. "Like, suddenly all the modern distractions disappear. No TV, no internet, no phone charging. You're just stuck with whoever you're with and whatever conversation you can make."
"That doesn't sound so bad," she says, taking a sip of wine. "Especially with good company."
There's something in the way she says it that makes you look at her more carefully. She's got this slight smile playing around her lips, and she's holding your gaze in a way that feels deliberate.
Okay, you think. So that's definitely flirting.
"The company seems pretty good so far," you agree, matching her tone.
"Just pretty good?" She raises an eyebrow. "I'll have to work on that."
Before you can respond, there's a brilliant flash of lightning followed immediately by a crack of thunder so loud it feels like it's inside the apartment. Both of you jump, and then you're laughing at your own reactions.
"Okay, that one was close," you admit.
"How close is close?" Hanni asks, moving slightly closer to you on the couch.
"Close enough that we're probably going to lose power soon," you say, acutely aware of the warmth of her leg against yours.
As if summoned by your words, the lights flicker.
"Shit," you mutter.
They flicker again, holding for a moment, then go out completely.
The apartment plunges into darkness so complete you can't see your hand in front of your face. The only illumination comes from the occasional lightning flashes outside.
"Well," Hanni's voice comes from beside you, sounding remarkably calm, "I guess this is where the primitive part starts."
You fumble for your phone's flashlight and use it to navigate to the kitchen, where you keep the emergency candles. Within a few minutes, you've got several candles lit around the living room, casting everything in warm, flickering light.
"Better?" you ask, settling back onto the couch.
"Much," she says. "This is actually kind of romantic."
She says it casually, but there's something underneath the words that makes your pulse quicken.
"Romantic disaster preparedness," you say. "I should put that on my dating profile."
"You'd get a lot of matches during storm season."
"Is that your type? Guys who are prepared for natural disasters?"
She pretends to consider this seriously. "I don't know. I'm still figuring out what my type is."
“You've really never figured out your type?"
"I mean, I thought I had. But then I realized all my previous relationships were based on what I thought I was supposed to want, not what I actually wanted."
"What did you think you were supposed to want?"
"You know, the whole package. Ambitious guy, stable career, five-year plan, ready to settle down and start checking off life milestones." She takes a sip of wine. "Turns out that bores me to tears."
"And what do you actually want?"
She's quiet for a moment, looking at you in the candlelight. "I'm still figuring that out. But I think I want someone who doesn't have it all figured out either. Someone who's okay with not knowing what comes next."
There's something charged in the way she's looking at you, like she's not just talking in hypotheticals anymore.
"That sounds terrifying and appealing in equal measure," you say.
"The best things usually are."
The storm outside is reaching its peak now. The rain is coming down so hard it sounds like static, and the lightning is almost continuous. But inside your apartment, with the candles flickering and the wine starting to warm your blood, it feels incredibly intimate.
"Can I ask you something?" Hanni says, shifting to face you more directly on the couch.
"Shoot."
"When Danielle asked if I could stay here, did she mention anything about... me? Specifically?"
"Just that you were sweet and I'd like you," you say. "Why?"
"Nothing, just..." She trails off, looking suddenly unsure of herself.
"Just what?"
"I think she might have been matchmaking," she admits with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "She's been trying to set me up with people for months, saying I need to stop being so picky and give nice guys a chance."
"And you think I'm the latest nice guy she's throwing at you?"
"Are you? A nice guy?"
You consider the question. "I try to be. Though I'm starting to think 'nice' might not be what you're looking for."
"What makes you say that?"
"Just a feeling," you say, holding her gaze. "You don't strike me as someone who wants safe and predictable."
"You're right," she says quietly. "I don't."
The admission hangs between you in the candlelit air. You're both aware that the conversation has shifted into more dangerous territory, but neither of you seems inclined to back away from it.
"So what do you want?" you ask.
She's quiet for a long moment, looking down at her wine glass. When she looks back up, there's something different in her expression: more open, more vulnerable.
"I want to feel something," she says simply. "I've spent so much time doing what I was supposed to do, being who I was supposed to be. I want to know what it feels like to just... follow my instincts for once."
"And what are your instincts telling you right now?"
She sets her wine glass down on the coffee table and turns to face you fully. "That this is probably a terrible idea, but I don't care."
"What's a terrible idea?"
Instead of answering, she reaches out and traces her finger along your jawline. Her touch is soft but deliberate.
"This," she whispers.
You catch her hand in yours, holding it against your cheek. "Hanni..."
"I know," she says. "We just met. This is crazy. I'm leaving in three days. There are probably a dozen reasons why we shouldn't."
"Probably more than a dozen."
"So why does it feel like the most natural thing in the world?"
You don't have an answer for that, because she's right. Despite having known her for less than three hours, this feels inevitable somehow. Like you've been moving toward this moment since she first smiled at you in the hallway.
"Maybe," you say carefully, "we don't overthink it. Maybe we just see what happens."
"What happens if what happens is that I fall for you and then have to leave?"
"What happens if we spend the next three days being careful and polite and miss out on something amazing?"
She considers this, her thumb stroking across your cheek where she's still touching you.
"You make a good point," she says.
"I have my moments."
"So what are you suggesting? That we just... go with it?"
"I'm suggesting that we're two adults who are clearly attracted to each other, trapped in an apartment during the storm of the century, with excellent wine and nowhere else to be." You turn your head slightly to press a kiss to her palm. "I'm suggesting that three days can be a lifetime if you let them be."
Her breath catches at the kiss, and you feel something shift in the air between you.
"Three days," she repeats.
"Three days."
"And then I leave."
"And then you leave."
"And we don't make any promises or plans or expectations."
"None."
She's quiet for another moment, studying your face in the candlelight. Then she smiles - that incredible smile that made you forget how to think when you first saw it.
"Okay," she says. "Three days."
And then she's kissing you.
It starts soft, tentative, like she's testing the waters. But when you respond, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss, she melts into you with a little sigh that makes your heart race.
She tastes like wine and something uniquely her, and when she runs her tongue along your lower lip, you actually groan against her mouth.
"Fuck," you breathe when you finally break apart.
"Good fuck or bad fuck?" she asks, her forehead resting against yours.
"Very, very good fuck."
She grins and kisses you again, harder this time, her hands tangling in your hair. You pull her closer until she's practically in your lap, and the feel of her body against yours is intoxicating.
Outside, the storm rages on, but you're barely aware of it anymore. All your attention is focused on the girl in your arms, the way she kisses like she's hungry for it, the little sounds she makes when you trace your lips along her neck.
"This is crazy," she murmurs against your ear, but her hands are already working at the buttons of your shirt.
"Completely insane," you agree, sliding your hands under her cardigan to find the soft skin of her waist.
"We should probably slow down," she says, even as she's pushing your shirt off your shoulders.
"Absolutely," you say, lifting her cardigan over her head. "Very sensible."
She's wearing a simple black bra underneath, and the sight of her in the candlelight makes your mouth go dry. She's even more beautiful than you imagined, all soft curves and smooth skin.
"Fuck, Hanni," you breathe, running your hands over her shoulders, her collarbones, the tops of her breasts.
She arches into your touch, her head falling back as you trail kisses down her throat. "This is definitely not slowing down," she gasps.
"Do you want to stop?" you ask, pulling back to look at her.
Her eyes are dark with desire, her lips swollen from kissing. "God, no," she whispers. "I want... I want you to touch me everywhere."
The raw honesty in her voice undoes something in your chest. You cup her face in your hands and kiss her deeply, pouring all your want and wonder into it.
When you break apart, you're both breathing hard.
"Bedroom?" you suggest.
"Bedroom," she agrees.
You blow out most of the candles, leaving just one to light your way, and lead her down the hallway to your room. In the doorway, she stops and looks around.
"This is very you," she says with a smile.
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's perfect," she says, and then she's kissing you again, walking you backward toward the bed.
You sit on the edge and pull her between your legs, your hands settling on her hips. She runs her fingers through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp in a way that makes you shiver.
"I can't believe this is happening," she says softly.
"Having second thoughts?"
"No. It's just... I don't usually do this. Sleep with someone I just met."
"We don't have to—"
"I want to," she interrupts. "God, I really want to. It's just new for me."
"What's new? The one-night stand thing?"
"The following-my-instincts thing," she says. "I've never just... acted on attraction like this before."
You smooth your hands up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her bra. "How does it feel so far?"
"Terrifying," she admits. "And incredible."
"Good terrifying or bad terrifying?"
"The best kind of terrifying," she says, and then she's pushing you back on the bed and climbing on top of you.
The feeling of her straddling your hips, her hair falling around her face as she looks down at you, is almost overwhelming. You reach up to trace the line of her jaw, and she turns her head to kiss your palm just like you did to her earlier.
"You're so beautiful," you tell her, because it's true and because she needs to hear it.
She ducks her head, suddenly shy. "You don't have to say that."
"I'm not saying it because I have to," you say, sitting up so you're face to face with her. "I'm saying it because it's true. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
She looks at you like she's trying to decide whether to believe you. "Really?"
"Really."
"Even with my hair all messy from the storm?"
"Especially with your hair all messy from the storm."
She smiles and kisses you again, and this time there's something different in it; less desperate, more tender.
"I like you," she whispers against your lips. "I really, really like you."
"I like you too," you whisper back.
"Even though I'm leaving in three days?"
"Especially because you're leaving in three days."
She pulls back to look at you. "What do you mean?"
"It means we don't have time to overthink this or talk ourselves out of it," you say. "It means we can just be here, right now, with each other."
"No expectations."
"No expectations."
"No promises."
"No promises."
"Just this."
"Just this."
She nods, and then she's kissing you again, and her hands are everywhere - your chest, your shoulders, your arms. You let your own hands explore her body, mapping the curve of her waist, the softness of her skin, the way she shivers when you trace patterns on her back.
Time seems to slow down and speed up simultaneously. One moment you're kissing slowly, savoring each other, and the next you're pulling at clothes with urgent need. But there's no rush, no pressure. Just two people discovering each other by candlelight while the storm provides the soundtrack.
When you finally reach for the clasp of her bra, she covers your hands with hers.
"Wait," she says softly.
Your heart sinks. "Are you sure? We can stop—"
"No, it's not that," she says quickly. "I just... can we talk for a minute first?"
"Of course." You settle back against the headboard, pulling her with you so she's curled against your side.
"This is going to sound weird," she says, tracing patterns on your chest with her finger. "But I've never done anything like this before. I've had sex, obviously, but never like this. Never just because I wanted to, without it meaning something specific."
"What did it usually mean?"
"That we were in a relationship. That it was leading somewhere. That it was part of a plan." She looks up at you. "This doesn't mean any of those things, and that's scary but also... liberating?"
"You don't have to justify it," you tell her. "We can do whatever feels right."
"What feels right is being here with you," she says. "But I'm nervous."
"About the sex?"
"About being vulnerable with someone I barely know. About letting myself feel something for someone I'm going to leave."
You stroke her hair, thinking about how to respond. "You know what I think?"
"What?"
"I think vulnerability is brave, not scary. And I think feeling something - even if it's temporary - is better than feeling nothing at all."
She's quiet for a moment. "You're very wise for someone I met three hours ago."
"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that..."
"And what about you? Are you nervous?"
You consider lying, playing it cool, but something about her honesty deserves the same in return.
"Terrified," you admit. "But not for the reasons you'd think."
"What reasons?"
"Because I like you. Like, really like you. And I'm scared that three days with you is going to ruin me for everyone else."
She lifts her head to look at you. "Would that be so bad?"
"Ask me in three days."
She smiles and settles back against your chest. "So what do we do with all this nervousness?"
"We take it slow," you say. "We don't do anything that doesn't feel completely right. And we remember that this is supposed to be fun."
"Fun," she repeats. "I like fun."
"Good, because I'm planning to show you the time of your life."
"Big talk," she says with a grin. "Can you back it up?"
"Give me three days and find out."
She laughs and tilts her head up to kiss you. "Okay," she says against your lips. "Show me."
The next hour unfolds like a dream. You take your time with each other, talking and laughing between kisses, learning what makes each other sigh and gasp. There's something magical about discovering someone new, about the way unfamiliar touches can make your body shiver.
When you finally do remove her bra, it's with reverent slowness, your eyes locked on hers as you reveal more of her beautiful body. She's perfect - small, firm breasts with dusky nipples that harden under your gaze.
"Fuck," you breathe, and she blushes prettily.
"Is that good?" she asks, suddenly self-conscious.
Instead of answering with words, you lean down and take one nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it until she arches off the bed with a gasp.
"Oh god," she moans, her hands fisting in your hair. "That's... that's really good."
You spend long minutes worshipping her breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firmer suction, learning what makes her writhe beneath you. She's incredibly responsive, her back arching and her breath coming in short gasps as you discover all her sensitive spots.
"My turn," she pants, pushing at your shoulders until you're on your back.
She straddles your hips again, and the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against your chest as she kisses you is almost overwhelming. Her hands explore your body with growing confidence, tracing the lines of your muscles, finding the places that make you groan.
When she works her way down your chest with kisses and gentle bites, you think you might lose your mind. She's thorough and deliberate, paying attention to your reactions and filing away everything that makes you respond.
“Hanni," you gasp when she reaches the waistband of your jeans.
"Hmm?" she hums against your skin.
"You don't have to—"
"I want to," she says, looking up at you with dark eyes. "I want to taste you."
She won. "Fuck, yes. Please."
She smiles and makes quick work of your jeans and boxers, leaving you completely naked in the candlelight. For a moment she just looks at you, taking in your body with obvious appreciation.
"You're beautiful too," she says softly, running her hands up your thighs.
"Guys aren't beautiful," you protest.
"You are," she insists. "You're perfect."
And then she's touching you, wrapping her small hand around your length, and coherent thought becomes impossible. She starts slow, just exploring, learning the shape and feel of you. When she finally takes you into her mouth, you literally see stars.
"Jesus Christ," you groan, your hands fisting in the sheets.
She's clearly not super experienced, but what she lacks in technique she makes up for in enthusiasm. She's paying attention to your reactions, adjusting her rhythm and pressure based on your moans and gasps.
"Hanni, fuck, that's incredible," you manage to say.
She hums around you, the vibration making you jerk beneath her. When she pulls off your cock to catch her breath, her lips are swollen and slick.
"Good?" she asks with a satisfied smile.
"So fucking good," you tell her. "Come here."
You pull her up to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips. The storm outside seems to have calmed slightly, but you barely notice. All your attention is focused on the girl in your arms.
"I want to touch you," you murmur against her neck.
"Please," she breathes.
You roll her onto her back and trail kisses down her body, taking time to appreciate every inch of soft skin. When you reach the waistband of her jeans, you look up at her for permission.
"Yes," she says without hesitation. "Please, yes."
You remove her jeans and panties slowly, savoring the reveal of her body. She's perfect everywhere – thick, smooth legs hiding the paradise you are about to discover.
"My turn to explore," you say, settling between her legs.
The first touch of your tongue makes her cry out and arch off the bed. She's already wet, and she tastes incredible; so sweet and musky and uniquely her.
"Oh god, oh fuck," she gasps as you find a rhythm that makes her thighs shake. "That's so good, don't stop, please don't stop."
You have no intention of stopping. You lose yourself in the task of learning her body, finding the spots that make her writhe and the pressure that makes her moan. She's incredibly responsive, her hips rolling against your mouth as she gets closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna come," she warns. "Fuck, I'm gonna come so hard."
You double your efforts, and within seconds she's falling apart beneath you, her back arching as waves of pleasure crash over her. You work her through it, gentling your touch as she comes down from the high.
When you finally lift your head, she's looking at you with wonder.
"Holy shit," she breathes. "That was... I've never... holy shit."
"Good?" you ask, pressing kisses to her inner thighs.
"Incredible. Amazing. Life-changing." She pulls you up to kiss her deeply. "I need you inside me. Right now."
"Condom," she manages to say.
"Nightstand," you say, reaching over you to fumble in the drawer.
The practicalities of protection handled, you position yourself at her entrance and look into her eyes.
"You sure?" you ask one more time.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she says, pulling you down for a kiss.
You enter her cunt slowly, both of you gasping at the sensation. She's incredibly tight and warm, and it takes all your self-control not to lose it immediately.
"Fuck," you groan against her neck. "You feel amazing."
"So do you," she pants, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Move, please move."
You start slowly, finding a rhythm that has both of you moaning. There's something perfect about the way your bodies fit together, like you were made for this.
"Harder," she gasps after a few minutes. "I need more."
You pick up the pace, driving into her with more force. The sound of skin against skin mingles with your gasps and moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that drowns out the storm outside.
"Yes, fuck, yes," she cries, her legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper. "Just like that, don't stop."
You can feel her getting close again, her inner walls starting to flutter around you and you're not far behind: the combination of her tight heat and the sounds she's making is pushing you rapidly toward the edge.
"Come with me," you gasp, reaching between your bodies to find her clit.
The added stimulation is all she needs. She cries out your name as she comes, her body clamping down around you in rhythmic pulses that trigger your own release.
You collapse on top of her, both of you breathing hard and trembling from the intensity. For a long moment, you just lie there wrapped in each other's arms, coming back to earth.
"Wow," Hanni finally whispers.
"Yeah," you agree, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Wow."
You clean up quickly and settle back into bed, pulling her against your side. The candle has burned low, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
"The storm's getting quieter," she observes, her head on your chest.
"Mmm," you hum, too content to care much about the weather.
"So this is what it's like," she says softly.
"What what's like?"
"Following your instincts. Doing something just because it feels right." She tilts her head to look at you. "I can see why people get addicted to it."
"Addicted to what? Good sex?"
"Addicted to feeling alive," she corrects. "I haven't felt this... present... in years."
You stroke her hair, understanding exactly what she means. "It's the storm," you say. "It strips away all the normal distractions and forces you to just be where you are."
"Is that what this is? Storm madness?"
"Maybe. Does it matter?"
She considers this. "No," she says finally. "I don't think it does."
You're both quiet for a while, listening to the rain that's finally starting to ease up outside. The thunder is more distant now, rolling away toward the east.
"Can I ask you something?" Hanni says eventually.
"Anything."
"What are you thinking right now? Really thinking, not just the polite answer."
You're quiet for a moment, trying to articulate the complex mix of emotions churning in your chest.
"I'm thinking that this is the best first day of anything I've ever had," you say finally. "And I'm thinking that two more days isn't nearly enough."
"And?"
"And I'm trying not to think about what happens after that."
She nods against your chest. "I'm thinking the same thing."
"What else are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that I could get used to this very quickly," she admits. "Being with someone who makes me feel like this."
"Like what?"
"Like myself. Like the person I am when nobody else is watching."
You tip her chin up so you can see her face in the dim candlelight. "That person is pretty incredible."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
She smiles and settles back against you. "Two more days," she murmurs, half to herself.
"Two more days," you agree.
But as you lie there holding her, listening to her breathing even out as she drifts toward sleep, you're already dreading the moment when you'll have to let her go.
Day Two: Dreaming
You wake up to silence.
Not just quiet; actual silence. No hum of the air conditioning, no soft whir of the refrigerator, no digital clocks glowing in the darkness. Just the gentle sound of rain still pattering against the windows and the warm weight of Hanni curled against your side.
The power is definitely out.
You check your phone: 7:23 AM, and the battery is at sixty percent. Outside, the world looks washed clean. The storm has passed, leaving behind a gray morning and the kind of pristine air that only comes after nature has thrown a proper tantrum.
Hanni stirs beside you, making a soft sound of contentment as she presses closer to your warmth. She's wearing one of your shirts. Now you can't help but think that you'd like to see her wearing every single one of your shirts throughout the nights.
"Morning," you murmur into her hair.
"Mmm," she hums without opening her eyes. "What time is it?"
"About seven-thirty."
"Too early," she decides, nuzzling into your neck. "Let's stay in bed forever."
"I like that plan," you say, tightening your arms around her. "Unfortunately, without power, it's going to get pretty cold in here eventually."
That gets her attention. She lifts her head, blinking in the dim light. "Still no electricity?"
"Nope. Welcome to day two of our primitive survival experience."
She stretches like a cat, and you can't help but admire the way the movement makes her back arch. Even first thing in the morning, with her hair messy and her makeup long gone, she's breathtakingly beautiful.
"How do you feel?" you ask, suddenly worried that she might regret last night in the clear light of morning.
She settles back against you with a smile that erases all your concerns. "Like I slept better than I have in months," she says. "How do you feel?"
"Like I don't want to get out of this bed."
"Then don't," she says simply, trailing her fingers across your chest. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"We could starve to death."
"Romantic starvation," she muses. "There are worse ways to go."
"Very romantic. We could become one of those tragic love stories people write songs about."
"The Storm Weekend Lovers," she suggests dramatically. "Found months later, still in each other's arms, beautiful corpses who chose love over sustenance."
"That's morbid as hell," you laugh.
"But romantic," she insists, grinning at you.
You kiss her forehead, marveling again at how easy everything feels with her. "Okay, before we commit to romantic death by starvation, let me see what the food situation actually looks like."
"Fine," she sighs dramatically. "Abandon me for practical concerns."
"I'll make it up to you with breakfast."
"What kind of breakfast can you make without power?"
"You'll see. Trust me."
You reluctantly extract yourself from the warm cocoon of blankets and Hanni's arms. The apartment is noticeably cooler without the heating system running, and you can see your breath slightly in the dim light.
"Jesus, it's cold," you mutter, pulling on boxers and a t-shirt.
"Come back," Hanni calls from the bed, having stolen all the blankets the moment you left. "I'm freezing without my personal heater."
"Give me ten minutes to survey our survival options," you tell her. "Then I'll come warm you up properly."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart."
In the kitchen, you assess your options by phone flashlight. The gas stove still works (one advantage of having an older apartment with gas appliances). You've got eggs, bread, coffee that you can make in your French press, and some fruit that doesn't need refrigeration.
More importantly, you've got camping gear in the closet from a phase last year where you thought you might become an outdoorsy person. That means a battery-powered radio, a camp stove with fuel canisters, and some warm clothing.
You get the coffee started first (because priorities) then set up the camp stove on the balcony to supplement the gas range. The morning air is crisp and clean, washed fresh by the storm.
By the time you return to the bedroom with a tray of coffee, scrambled eggs, and toast, Hanni has managed to make herself even more beautiful despite (or maybe because of) being wrapped in blankets like a burrito.
"You actually made breakfast," she says, sounding impressed.
"I told you to trust me." You set the tray on the nightstand and climb back into bed. "Coffee, eggs, toast, and..." You produce a small container from your back pocket. "Strawberry jam from that fancy place downtown."
"You had fancy jam just lying around?"
"I bought it for my ex and never used it," you admit. "Seemed like a waste to throw it out."
"Well, her loss is my gain," Hanni says, unwrapping herself enough to reach for the coffee. "Oh my god, this smells amazing."
You settle back against the headboard and watch her take her first sip. The way she closes her eyes and makes a little sound of pleasure makes you think about last night, which makes you think about things you definitely shouldn't be thinking about while trying to eat breakfast.
"So what's the plan for today?" she asks, curling up next to you with her coffee.
"Depends how long the power stays out. If it comes back on in a few hours, we can pretty much do whatever we want. If not..." You shrug. "We get creative."
"I vote for not," she says immediately.
"You want the power to stay out?"
"I want an excuse to spend the whole day in bed with you," she says with that direct honesty that keeps catching you off guard.
"We don't need an excuse for that."
"Don't we?" She looks at you over her coffee cup. "I mean, what would we normally do on a Saturday? If we were dating, I mean, or if this was... normal somehow."
It's a good question. What would you normally do? Probably sleep in, maybe grab brunch somewhere, do some shopping or see a movie. The kind of casual weekend activities that couples do when they're still figuring each other out.
"Honestly?" you say. "I'd probably be overthinking everything. Wondering if you were having a good time, whether I should hold your hand, when would be the right time to kiss you."
"And instead?"
"Instead I already know you taste like strawberry jam and make the most incredible sounds when you come."
She nearly chokes on her coffee, laughing. "Jesus, you can't just say things like that."
"Why not?"
"Because it makes me want to do things that aren't compatible with eating breakfast."
"What kind of things?"
She sets down her coffee and moves closer, her hand sliding under your shirt to rest on your chest. "Things that involve significantly less clothing and significantly more of those sounds you mentioned."
Your pulse kicks up immediately. "We should probably finish eating first."
"Should we?" she asks, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin.
"Food is important for maintaining energy levels."
"I can think of other ways to work up an appetite," she murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck.
The combination of her lips on your skin and her hand moving lower makes it very difficult to remember why breakfast was important.
"Hanni," you start, but she silences you by biting gently at your earlobe.
"I've been thinking," she whispers against your ear, "about last night. About how you felt inside me."
All coherent thought evaporates. "Yeah?"
"Mmm. And I've been wondering what it would feel like to wake up with you inside me. To start the day connected like that."
"Fuck," you breathe, your body responding immediately to the image she's painting.
"Is that a yes?" she asks, pulling back to look at you with a smile that's equal parts innocent and wicked.
"That's a definitely yes," you manage to say.
She grins and starts pushing the breakfast tray toward the nightstand. "Then breakfast can wait."
What follows is slow and lazy and perfect. Morning sex with soft gray light filtering through the windows and no urgency except the desire to be close to each other. You take your time exploring her body again, relearning all the places that make her sigh and arch beneath you.
"I love how you touch me," she whispers as you trace patterns on her inner thigh. "Like you're memorizing me."
"I am memorizing you," you admit, pressing kisses along her hipbone. "Every inch."
When you finally slide your cock inside her, it's with a sense of rightness that goes beyond the physical. She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you close, and for a moment you just stay like that, connected and still.
"This is what I wanted," she says softly, her hands framing your face. "To start the day with you."
You move together slowly, building pleasure with deliberate care rather than desperate need. It's intimate in a way that goes beyond just sex: it's tender and vulnerable and real.
When you both finally fall apart, it's with quiet gasps and whispered names rather than the loud cries of the night before. Afterward, you stay connected, neither of you wanting to break the spell.
"Now I'm hungry," Hanni announces eventually, making you laugh.
"Good thing I made breakfast."
"You're very practical for someone who just rocked my world."
"I'm a man of many talents."
She stretches beneath you, catlike and satisfied. "I'm beginning to notice that."
You finally separate and resettle with the breakfast tray between you. The coffee has gone lukewarm, but neither of you seems to care.
"So," Hanni says around a bite of toast, "what's the rest of our survival plan?"
"Well, assuming the power doesn't come back soon, we'll need to think about staying warm. The temperature's supposed to drop tonight."
"How much colder?"
"Forties, maybe high thirties."
"That's actually cold," she says, looking concerned. "I don't do well in cold weather."
"Don't worry," you tell her. "I've got camping gear, and worst case scenario, we can always share body heat."
"I like that plan."
"I thought you might."
You finish breakfast and decide to venture out to assess the neighborhood situation. Most of the power lines in the area are down, and you can see utility crews already working to restore service. The convenience store on the corner is closed, but the coffee shop two blocks away has a generator and is serving as an unofficial community center for people without power.
"This is kind of amazing," Hanni says as you walk through the neighborhood. "Look how everyone's just... helping each other."
She's right. Neighbors who probably barely speak normally are sharing generators and hot coffee. Someone has set up a grill in the parking lot behind the coffee shop and is cooking food for anyone who needs it.
"Crisis brings out the best in people sometimes," you say.
"Or the worst," she points out. "But this is definitely the best."
You grab some extra ice and batteries from the coffee shop, then head back to your apartment. By the time you return, it's almost noon and the temperature is starting to drop noticeably.
"Okay," you say, setting your supplies on the kitchen counter. "Time to implement phase two of the survival plan."
"Which is?"
"We build a fort."
"A fort?" She looks at you like you've lost your mind.
"A blanket fort," you clarify. "In the living room. We bring all the blankets and pillows from the bedroom, set up the camping gear, and create a warm, cozy space to wait out the power outage."
"That's..." She pauses, considering. "Actually brilliant."
"I told you I was practical."
The next hour is spent transforming your living room into what can only be described as the ultimate adult blanket fort. You use chairs and the coffee table to create a framework, then drape every blanket and sheet you own over it to create an enclosed space. Inside, you spread out camping mattresses and sleeping bags, set up battery-powered lanterns, and arrange pillows for maximum comfort.
"This is ridiculous," Hanni says, crawling inside the finished fort. "And I absolutely love it."
"Welcome to Fort Blackout," you announce, settling beside her. "Population: two."
"It's perfect," she says, snuggling against your side. "Like being kids again, but with the possibility of sex."
"The best kind of fort."
You spend the afternoon in your blanket sanctuary, talking and laughing and learning more about each other. Hanni tells you about growing up between two cultures, never quite fitting perfectly in either one. You tell her about your job and your friends and your general quarter-life confusion about what you're supposed to be doing with your existence.
"Do you ever think about just leaving?" she asks. "Packing up and starting over somewhere else?"
"Sometimes," you admit. "But I've got a good life here. Friends, decent job, this place. It seems stupid to throw that away just because I'm restless."
"But what if staying is what's stupid?" she challenges. "What if the life you have is just... fine... but not actually what you want?"
"What if I don't know what I want?"
"Then you travel until you figure it out," she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Not everyone can do what you're doing, Hanni. Some of us have responsibilities."
"What responsibilities?" she asks, genuinely curious rather than judgmental.
"I don't know... rent, career progression, not disappointing my parents..."
"Those aren't responsibilities," she says gently. "Those are expectations. Other people's expectations."
"What's the difference?"
"Responsibility is taking care of yourself and the people you love. Everything else is just pressure you're choosing to accept."
It's such a simple distinction, but it hits you hard. How much of your life is actually driven by what you want versus what you think you should want?
"You make it sound easy," you say.
"It's not easy," she admits. "It's terrifying. But it's also the most alive I've ever felt."
You're quiet for a moment, processing this. "Is that what last night was about? Feeling alive?"
"Partly," she says. "But not just that."
"What else?"
She turns to face you in the dim light of the fort. "Connection. Real connection with someone who sees me as I actually am, not as who they want me to be."
"And who are you actually?"
"I'm still figuring that out," she says with a smile. "But I know I'm someone who sleeps with beautiful strangers during storms and builds blanket forts and doesn't have a five-year plan."
"That sounds like a pretty good person to be."
"You think so?"
"I think so."
She kisses you then, soft and sweet, and you lose yourselves in each other again. There's something about the enclosed space of the fort that makes everything feel more intimate, more secret. Like you're the only two people in the world.
By evening, the temperature outside has dropped significantly, and you can feel the cold seeping into the apartment despite your fort construction. You've been keeping warm by staying close together, but it's clear you're going to need additional strategies for the night.
"I'm actually cold," Hanni admits, shivering slightly despite being wrapped in a sleeping bag.
"Time for phase three," you announce.
"Which is?"
"Hot food and alcohol."
You venture out of the fort to cook dinner on the camp stove - simple but warm soup and grilled cheese made on the gas stovetop. The bottle of wine from last night is joined by the whiskey you bought yesterday, and soon you're both warming up from the inside.
"This is actually fun," Hanni says, curled up next to you with a mug of soup. "Like camping, but with better amenities."
"Better company too," you say.
"You've done a lot of camping?"
"Some. I went through a phase where I thought I wanted to be outdoorsy. Bought all the gear, planned these elaborate trips, then realized I'm much more of an indoor person."
"What changed your mind?"
"Sleeping on the ground sucks," you say simply. "Also, I like showers and reliable wifi."
She laughs. "So you're a fake outdoorsman."
"Completely fake. I appreciate nature from a comfortable distance."
"Good thing I like fake outdoorsmen."
"Is that your type?"
"Apparently," she says, leaning over to kiss you.
The kiss tastes like wine and soup. When you break apart, she's looking at you with an expression you can't quite read.
"What?" you ask.
"Nothing, just... this is nice. Sitting here with you, talking about nothing important."
"As opposed to?"
"As opposed to the kind of conversations I usually have. About careers and goals and where do you see yourself in five years." She makes a face. "I'm so sick of those conversations."
"What would you rather talk about?"
"Anything else. Favorite books, worst fears, what you wanted to be when you were seven years old."
"A dinosaur," you say immediately.
"What?"
"When I was seven, I wanted to be a dinosaur. Specifically a T-Rex."
She stares at you for a moment, then bursts into laughter. "That's the best answer anyone's ever given to that question."
"What about you? What did seven-year-old Hanni want to be?"
"A translator," she says. "I wanted to be one of those people at the United Nations who wear headphones and translate speeches in real time."
"That's… very specific for a seven-year-old."
"I was fascinated by the idea that you could help people understand each other just by knowing multiple languages. It seemed like magic."
"It kind of is magic," you say. "Being able to communicate across cultures like that."
"Maybe that's part of why I'm learning German and Portuguese. Chasing that childhood dream in a roundabout way."
"Are you good at languages?"
"Pretty good. I'm fluent in Vietnamese and English, obviously, and my Spanish is solid. German is harder because the grammar is insane, but I love how precise it is."
"Say something in German," you request.
"Like what?"
"Anything. I just want to hear how it sounds."
She thinks for a moment, then says something in German that sounds both melodic and strong.
"What did that mean?" you ask.
"I said, 'This is the strangest and most wonderful weekend of my life.'"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
You're both quiet for a moment, the weight of the sentiment settling between you.
"Can I ask you something?" Hanni says eventually.
"Always."
"What happens after tomorrow?"
It's the question you've both been avoiding, and hearing it out loud makes your chest tighten.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do we exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch? Do we pretend this never happened? Do we..." She trails off, looking uncertain for the first time since you've known her.
"I don't know," you admit. "What do you want to happen?"
"I don't know either. That's the problem."
You set down your mug and turn to face her fully. "Why is it a problem?"
"Because I'm leaving," she says. "Because this was supposed to be simple and uncomplicated, and it's turning into something that feels... not simple."
"What does it feel like?"
She's quiet for a long moment, looking down at her hands. "It feels like the beginning of something important," she says finally. "And I don't know what to do with that."
Your heart does something complicated in your chest. "Hanni..."
"I know," she says quickly. "I know this wasn't supposed to be about feelings. But I can't help it. I really like you. Like, really really like you."
"I really like you too," you tell her, reaching out to take her hand. "More than I expected to. More than is probably smart."
"So what do we do?"
"I don't know," you say honestly. "But I know I don't want to spend our last day together worrying about what comes after."
"You're right," she says, squeezing your hand. "Whatever happens, happens. Right now is what matters."
"Right now is pretty great."
"It really is."
She leans over to kiss you, and this time there's something different in it; a tenderness that goes beyond just attraction or desire. It's the kind of kiss that means something, whether you want it to or not.
"So," she says when you break apart, "how exactly are we going to stay warm tonight?"
"I have some ideas," you say with a grin.
"Involving the sleeping bags?"
"Definitely involving the sleeping bags."
"And shared body heat?"
"Lots of shared body heat."
"Show me," she says, and there's something in her voice that makes your pulse quicken.
You spend the next few minutes rearranging the fort, zipping two sleeping bags together to create one larger sleeping space. The battery-powered lanterns cast warm, golden light over everything, creating an atmosphere that's both cozy and intimate.
"Come here," you say, settling into the makeshift bed.
She crawls over to you, and in the confined space of the fort, everything feels closer, more intense. When you kiss her this time, it's with the knowledge that your time together is limited, which makes every touch more precious.
"I want you," she whispers against your lips.
"You have me," you whisper back.
What follows is slow and thorough and incredibly intimate. In the warm cocoon of the fort, with the cold wind whistling outside, you take your time worshipping each other's bodies. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered endearment feels like something to be treasured.
When Hanni straddles your hips and slowly sinks down onto you, the look in her eyes is so intense it takes your breath away.
"God," she gasps, her head falling back as she adjusts to the feeling of your cock inside her.
"Look at me," you say softly, reaching up to cup her face.
She meets your eyes, and the connection is electric. There's something vulnerable and open in her expression that makes your chest tight with emotion.
"You're so beautiful," you tell her, because it's true and because she needs to hear it.
"So are you," she whispers, beginning to move slowly.
The rhythm you find together is unhurried and perfect. In the golden light of the lanterns, with the storm sounds providing a soundtrack, everything feels dreamlike and magical.
"I don't want this to end," she gasps as you hit a particularly good angle.
"Then don't let it," you say, sitting up to wrap your arms around her.
The new position brings you even closer together, and she makes a sound of pleasure that goes straight to your soul.
"Like this," she breathes, moving against you in a way that makes you see stars. "I want to feel all of you."
You lose track of time after that, lost in the rhythm of her body and the sounds she makes and the way she looks in the flickering light. When she finally falls apart around you, crying out your name, it triggers your own release with an intensity that leaves you shaking.
Afterward, you hold each other close in the warmth of the sleeping bags, listening to the wind outside.
"That was..." Hanni starts, then trails off.
"Yeah," you agree, understanding perfectly.
"Is it weird that I'm already sad about leaving?" she asks quietly.
"Is it weird that I'm already planning ways to convince you to stay?" you counter.
She lifts her head to look at you. "What kind of ways?"
"I don't know. Bribery, maybe. Really good coffee and homemade breakfast every morning."
"That's a compelling offer."
"I could throw in backrubs and excellent fort-building skills."
"You do build an excellent fort," she concedes.
"Plus, think of all the storms we could survive together."
She's quiet for a moment, and you can see her thinking.
"It's tempting," she says finally. "But you know I can't."
"I know," you say, even though part of you was hoping she might say yes. "Doesn't stop me from wanting to ask."
"What if..." She hesitates, then seems to make a decision. "What if distance doesn't have to mean the end?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what if we see what happens? Stay in touch, see where you are when I'm done traveling."
Your heart jumps at the possibility. "You'd want that?"
"I don't know what I want long-term," she says honestly. "But I know I don't want to just forget about you when I leave tomorrow."
"I don't want to forget about you either."
"So maybe we don't have to figure it all out right now. Maybe we just... see what happens."
"No pressure, no expectations," you say, echoing the conversation from the night before.
"Just... possibility."
"I like possibility."
"Good," she says, settling back against your chest. "Because I think you might be worth waiting for."
The words hit you harder than they should, given that you've known her for less than two days. But lying there in your blanket fort, holding this incredible girl who's managed to turn your entire world upside down in the span of a weekend, waiting doesn't seem like such a terrible thing.
Outside, the wind is still howling, but inside your makeshift sanctuary, everything feels perfect. You're warm and safe and holding someone who makes you want to be braver than you've ever been.
"Hanni?" you say softly.
"Mmm?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For making me feel alive."
She tilts her head up to kiss your jaw. "Thank you for making me feel like myself."
You fall asleep like that, wrapped around each other in a pile of blankets and sleeping bags, with the storm providing a lullaby and the promise of one more day together when you wake up.
Day Three: Departure
Sunday morning arrives with cruel sunshine.
You wake to Hanni tracing patterns on your chest, her finger following the lines of your muscles in the golden light streaming through the apartment windows. Sometime during the night, the power came back on - you can hear the quiet hum of the refrigerator and see the digital clock on the microwave blinking 12:00 in the kitchen.
"The storm's over," she says softly, not looking up from her artwork on your skin.
"Yeah," you agree, though you're not sure if she's talking about the weather or the weekend.
"I checked my phone. My flight's still on schedule for tonight."
"What time?"
"Eight-thirty. I should probably leave here around five to get to the airport and check in."
You do the math automatically. It's 9:15 now. Less than eight hours left.
"We should make them count," you say, tightening your arms around her.
"What do you want to do?"
The question hangs in the air between you. What do you do on the last day with someone who's about to walk out of your life? How do you fit a lifetime of experiences into eight hours?
"Everything," you say finally. "I want to do everything with you."
She smiles and looks up at you. "Everything's a pretty big list."
"Then we better get started."
What follows is the kind of day you'll remember for the rest of your life. Not because anything particularly extraordinary happens, but because of the weight of knowing it's all temporary. Every moment feels heightened, more vivid, like you're seeing everything in higher definition.
You start with breakfast in bed; real breakfast this time, with the coffee maker working and eggs that don't require camping equipment. Hanni steals bites of your toast and gets jam on her chin, and when you lean over to kiss it off, she tastes like strawberries.
"So what's the plan?" she asks, curled up next to you with her coffee.
"First, shower," you say. "A real shower, with hot water and actual water pressure."
"Together?" she asks with a grin that makes your pulse quicken.
"Definitely together."
The shower turns into an extended exploration of what it feels like to worship someone's body under hot water. You take turns washing each other with deliberate care, learning the geography of skin and muscle and the places that make each other gasp. When Hanni drops to her knees and takes you in her mouth under the spray of water, you have to brace yourself against the tile wall to keep from collapsing.
"Fuck, Hanni," you groan, your hands tangling in her wet hair.
She hums around you, the vibration making your knees weak. When you finally pull her up to kiss her, she's laughing and breathless and more beautiful than should be legal.
"My turn," you murmur against her lips, and proceed to return the favor until she's crying out your name and trembling against you.
By the time you finally make it out of the shower, it's almost noon and you're both wrinkled from the water and grinning like idiots.
"Best shower of my life," Hanni announces, wrapping herself in one of your towels.
"Just wait until you see what I can do with actual food and a working kitchen," you tell her.
"I've tried every kind of food in America. Do you think you can surprise me?"
"Watch me."
You spend the next hour cooking together - and you use the term "together" loosely, since Hanni's contribution mostly involves sitting on the counter distracting you with her legs and making unhelpful comments about your technique.
"You're supposed to flip it when the edges start to set," she says, watching you make pancakes.
"I know how to make pancakes," you say, though you're more focused on the way her towel is riding up her thighs than on the cooking.
"Are you sure? Because that one looks a little..."
"A little what?"
"Burned," she says with a laugh.
You look down at the pan and realize she's right. "That's your fault for being distracting."
"I'm just sitting here."
"You're sitting there being gorgeous and naked under that towel. It's very distracting."
"Poor baby," she says with mock sympathy. "Can't cook when there's a pretty girl in the kitchen."
"Not just any pretty girl," you correct, moving to stand between her legs. "You specifically. You're like kryptonite for my domestic skills."
"Kryptonite?" She wraps her arms around your neck. "I'm your weakness?"
"My greatest weakness," you confirm, leaning in to kiss her.
The pancakes burn.
You order takeout instead, laughing about your complete failure at domestic goddess status. While you wait for the food to arrive, Hanni gets dressed in clothes from her suitcase; jeans and a soft gray sweater that makes her skin glow.
"I need to do laundry when I get to Germany," she says, examining the contents of her suitcase. "I've been living out of this thing for months."
"What's Germany like?" you ask, settling on the bed to watch her pack and repack her things.
"I don't know yet. I fly into Munich, then I'm taking trains around to different cities. I want to see as much as possible before I settle somewhere to really focus on the language."
"How long will you be there?"
"Three months, maybe four. Depends on how quickly I pick up the German and whether I like it enough to stay longer."
"And then Portugal and Brazil?"
"That's the plan. Though plans have a way of changing when you're traveling." She looks at you. "I'm learning to be okay with not knowing what comes next."
"Must be liberating."
"It is. Terrifying, but liberating." She sits on the edge of the bed. "What about you? Any plans to escape your comfortable life?"
"Maybe," you say, surprising yourself. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday. About the difference between responsibilities and expectations."
"And?"
"And maybe you're right. Maybe I've been living someone else's idea of what my life should look like."
"What would your idea look like?"
It's a good question, and one you've been afraid to ask yourself. "I don't know," you admit. "But I think I'd like to find out."
"That's the first step," she says softly. "Admitting you don't know."
The food arrives, interrupting the conversation, but her words stick with you. As you eat lunch together on your couch (Thai food this time, eaten straight from the containers) you find yourself looking at your apartment with different eyes. When did you stop thinking of this place as temporary and start thinking of it as permanent? When did you stop asking yourself what you wanted and start just accepting what you had?
"Penny for your thoughts," Hanni says, nudging you with her foot.
"Just thinking about what you said. About not knowing what comes next."
"Having second thoughts about your perfectly adequate life?"
"Maybe." You look at her. "Is that crazy?"
"The only crazy thing would be staying somewhere that doesn't make you happy just because it's safe."
"But what if I leave and it turns out this was as good as it gets? What if I'm throwing away something good for something that might not even exist?"
"What if you stay and spend the rest of your life wondering what might have been?"
She has a point. You've been so focused on not making the wrong choice that you've avoided making any choice at all.
"Besides," she continues, "who says you have to figure it all out at once? You could start small. Take a vacation somewhere you've always wanted to go. Apply for jobs in other cities. See what happens."
"Is that how you started? Small steps?"
"God, no," she laughs. "I went full nuclear option. Quit everything, bought a plane ticket, and hoped for the best."
"How's that working out for you?"
"Well, I'm sitting in an apartment eating Thai food with a guy I met two days ago who makes me feel like I can conquer the world," she says. "So I'd say it's working out pretty well."
"Even though you're leaving tonight?"
"Especially because I'm leaving tonight." She sets down her food and moves closer to you. "Don't you see? If I had stayed home, played it safe, followed the plan, I never would have met you. I never would have had this weekend."
"But you're still leaving."
"But I'm not forgetting." She cups your face in her hands. "Some experiences aren't meant to last forever. That doesn't make them less valuable."
"How do you know the difference? Between something that's meant to be temporary and something that's worth fighting for?"
"You don't," she says simply. "That's what makes it an adventure."
You're quiet for a moment, processing this. "You're very wise for someone who doesn't have a five-year plan."
"I'm very stupid for someone who's falling for a guy she can't keep," she counters.
"Are you? Falling?"
She's quiet for so long you think she's not going to answer.
"Yeah," she says. "I think I am."
"Hanni..."
"I know," she says quickly. "I know it's stupid and impractical and completely against the rules we set up. But I can't help it."
"The rules were stupid anyway," you say, pulling her closer. "Who makes rules about not having feelings?"
"Smart people who don't want to get hurt."
"Are we smart people?"
"Definitely not," she says with a laugh that sounds slightly watery.
"Good. Smart people are boring."
"Are you?" she asks, looking at you with those dark eyes that see too much. "Falling?"
You think about lying, about protecting yourself and her from the complications that come with admitting feelings. But looking at her face, open and vulnerable and beautiful, you can't bring yourself to do it.
"Yeah," you say. "I'm definitely falling."
She closes her eyes like the admission hurts. "This is a disaster."
"The best kind of disaster."
"We're going to end up heartbroken."
"Maybe. Or maybe we'll end up with something amazing."
"How can we have something amazing when I'm leaving?"
"I don't know," you admit. "But I know that what we have right now is amazing, and I don't want to waste it worrying about later."
She opens her eyes and looks at you. "You're right. We have..." She checks her phone. "Four hours. What do you want to do with four hours?"
"Make love to you," you say immediately, then feel yourself blush at the words. "I mean... fuck. I meant have sex. Make love sounds so..."
"Perfect," she interrupts softly. "It sounds perfect."
And it is perfect. You carry her to the bedroom and spend the next two hours learning each other's bodies with a tenderness that goes far beyond anything you've shared before. Every touch is deliberate, every kiss is meaningful, every moment feels like something to be treasured.
When Hanni arches beneath you, gasping your name as you move inside her, the look in her eyes is so full of emotion it takes your breath away.
"I love the way you feel," she whispers, her legs wrapped around your waist. "I love how we fit together."
"I love everything about you," you say, and immediately freeze. It's too much, too soon, too honest.
But instead of pulling away, she smiles. "Say it again."
"I love everything about you," you repeat, this time deliberately. "Your smile, your laugh, the way you think about the world. I love how brave you are and how honest you are and how you make me want to be braver too."
"I love you too," she says simply, and the words hang in the air between you like a gift.
You stop moving, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the moment. "Hanni..."
"I know it's crazy," she says, her hands framing your face. "I know we just met and I'm leaving and this is supposed to be casual. But I love you. I love you and I needed to say it."
"I love you too," you say, and saying it feels like jumping off a cliff. "God, I love you so much it scares me."
What happens next transcends anything you've experienced before. You move together with a desperation that comes from knowing this is precious and temporary. When you both finally fall apart, it's with tears in your eyes and each other's names on your lips.
Afterward, you hold each other in the afternoon sunlight streaming through your bedroom windows, both of you quiet and overwhelmed.
"So," Hanni says eventually, her voice slightly hoarse. "We're in love."
"Apparently."
"That complicates things."
"Just a little."
She's quiet for a moment, then starts laughing. "This is insane. I'm in love with someone I met three days ago."
"Two days," you correct. "It's only been two days."
"That makes it worse, not better."
"Or it makes it magic."
She lifts her head to look at you. "You really think so?"
"I think that falling in love isn't supposed to be logical or convenient or follow a timeline. I think it just happens when it happens."
"And it happened to us."
"It happened to us."
"In the middle of a storm."
"The best things happen during storms."
She smiles and settles back against your chest. "So what now?"
"Now we figure out what to do with it."
"I still have to leave."
"I know."
"And you still have your life here."
"I know."
"And long-distance relationships are hard and usually don't work."
"I know."
"But?"
"But I love you," you say simply. "And you love me. And maybe that's enough to figure out the rest."
"You'd really want to try? Even knowing how complicated it'll be?"
"Hanni, I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. If there's even a chance we could make this work, I want to take it."
"What if I'm traveling for a year? What if I decide to stay in Europe? What if—"
"What if you stop asking what-if questions and we just see what happens?" you interrupt gently.
She's quiet for a long moment. "You'd really wait for me? Even not knowing when or if I'll come back?"
"I'd really wait for you."
"Why?"
"Because some people are worth waiting for," you say, echoing her words from the night before. "And you're definitely one of them."
She turns to kiss you, and there's something different in this kiss - hope, maybe, or possibility.
"Okay," she says against your lips.
"Okay what?"
"Okay, let's try. Let's see what happens."
"Really?"
"Really. I can't promise anything, and I don't know how it'll work, but... I love you. I want to see where this goes."
The relief that floods through you is almost overwhelming. "I love you too. We'll figure it out."
"Together?"
"Together."
You spend the remaining time before she has to leave for the airport doing normal, domestic things that feel anything but normal. You help her pack, though mostly you just sit on the bed and watch her fold clothes while trying to memorize every detail about her. You make coffee and share a mug, taking turns sipping from it like you're sharing something sacred.
At 4:30, you call a car to take her to the airport.
"I should go wait downstairs," she says, shouldering her backpack.
"I'll come with you."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to."
The ride to the airport is quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Hanni's hand is in yours, and you find yourself memorizing the feel of it: the softness of her skin, the way her fingers fit between yours, the small callus on her index finger from writing.
At the departure terminal, you help her get her bags from the trunk and then stand there facing each other, neither wanting to be the first to say goodbye.
"This is it," she says finally.
"This is it."
"I'll text you when I land in Munich."
"I'll be waiting."
"And we'll video chat when the time zones work out."
"Every day if you want."
"I want." She steps closer, looking up at you with eyes that are bright with unshed tears. "I'm going to miss you so much."
"I'm going to miss you too."
"Thank you," she says softly.
"For what?"
"For the best three days of my life. For making me feel like myself. For being brave enough to fall in love with me."
"Thank you for falling in love with me back."
She rises up on her toes to kiss you, and it's soft and sweet and tinged with the sadness of goodbye.
"I love you," she whispers against your lips.
"I love you too," you whisper back. "Now go have adventures. I'll be here when you're ready."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
You watch her walk into the terminal, turning back once to wave before she disappears into the crowd. You stand there for a long time after she's gone, watching planes take off through the windows and thinking about how much your life has changed in three days On the drive home, your apartment feels different, too quiet, too empty, like it's missing something essential. You walk through the rooms, touching things she touched, remembering the way she looked curled up on your couch or standing in your kitchen making coffee.
The blanket fort is still set up in your living room, and you find yourself crawling inside it, surrounded by the lingering scent of her perfume and the memory of everything you shared there.
Your phone buzzes with a text: "Boarding now. Thank you for everything. I love you."
You text back: "Fly safe. I love you too. This isn't goodbye, it's see you later."
"See you later," she responds, followed by a heart emoji.
You lie there in the fort, thinking about storms and timing and the way some people can walk into your life and change everything in the space of a weekend. Outside, the city is settling into Sunday evening normalcy, but inside your apartment, everything feels transformed.
Your phone rings. It's Jake, your former roommate.
"Hey man," he says when you answer. "How'd you survive the storm? Power's been out in half the city."
"It was... interesting," you say, which might be the understatement of the year.
"Just interesting? Dude, that was like a once-in-a-decade storm. Didn't you have Danielle's friend staying with you?"
"Yeah. Hanni."
"How was that? Awkward having a stranger crash during the apocalypse?"
You think about how to answer that. How do you explain that a stranger became the most important person in your world in the span of three days? How do you describe falling in love during a storm?
"Actually," you say, "it was perfect."
"Perfect? Really?"
"Really."
"Huh. Well, good for you, man. I was worried you'd be miserable stuck inside with some random girl."
"Definitely not miserable," you say, and you can't help but smile despite the ache in your chest.
After you hang up, you stay in the fort for a while longer, thinking about everything that's happened and everything that might happen next. Tomorrow you'll go back to work, back to your regular life, but something fundamental has shifted. Hanni was right: you can't go back to just going through the motions when you know what it feels like to be truly alive.
Your phone buzzes again. A photo this time - Hanni at her gate, giving a thumbs up with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
"Gate 47. Thinking of our fort," she's written.
You take a picture of yourself inside the blanket fort and send it back. "Fort misses you already."
"Save it for when I get back?"
"It'll be here waiting."
"Good. I love you."
"I love you too. Safe travels, beautiful."
You stay in the fort until long after her plane has taken off, scrolling through the few photos you managed to take over the weekend and reading through your text conversation. Eventually, you clean up the living room, folding blankets and putting furniture back where it belongs. But you keep one of the sleeping bags on the couch, and you don't put away all the candles.
Some things are worth preserving.
That night, you lie in your bed (which feels too big and too empty now) and think about the future. For the first time in years, you don't know exactly what comes next, and instead of that feeling terrifying, it feels like possibility.
You think about Hanni somewhere over the Atlantic, probably asleep in her cramped airplane seat, flying toward her next adventure. You think about the conversations you'll have and the texts you'll exchange and the video calls that will have to substitute for being together.
It won't be easy. Long-distance relationships require work and patience and faith that what you have is worth the difficulty. But lying there in the dark, remembering the way she looked at you when she said she loved you, you know it will be worth it.
Your phone buzzes one last time. "Somewhere over the ocean. Can't sleep. Thinking about our storm."
"Think we'll have another one?" you text back, not sure if she's still awake to receive it.
The response comes immediately: "I'm counting on it."
You fall asleep smiling, and you dream of storms and girls who taste like adventure and the way some weekends can change your entire life.
Three days. It took three days for a stranger to become the most important person in your world. Three days to fall in love and decide to fight for something that should be impossible.
But as you've learned, the best things usually happen during storms.
synopsis : nicholas wang was the vice captain for the basketball team. it just so happens that he’s also been your roommate for years now, but yet, the two of you have never been particularly close. that was, until nicholas arrives to your shared apartment with bruises on his face, you demand for an explanation only for him to tell you that he was defending you against your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, aka his teammate.
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You finally finished the project your professor assigned two days ago–you hated his class. He’d treat his class like a boot camp. In time you became starved so here you were, scrolling through your notes; RECIPES on the notes app. You decided to make some pasta–with chicken of course–at first you debated only making some for yourself but with a quick glance at the clock, you realized that it was around the time your roommate came home. Nicholas Wang.
You and Nicholas didn’t get along much, you’d rarely see him in the 2-bedroom apartment you both shared, and when you did, you both didn’t talk much. But since you were feeling kind today, you added more penne pasta to the boiling water in the pot. The seasonings were perfectly lined up in front of you as you cut the chicken breast into small pieces. Your eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, careful not to cut yourself with the big kitchen knife. Right after you finished cutting the pieces you heard the sound of numbers being entered into the digital keypad.
Your head lifts the same moment Nicholas steps into your view. From where you stood you could see the tiredness in his body, the subtle beard growing from days of not shaving. He didn’t notice you at first but when he did he gave you an awkward smile. “Hey, making pasta, you want some?”
Nicholas gives you a tight smile and nods. You nod slightly at him before he walks past the kitchen and toward his room. You watch him walk away, the black tee hugging all of his muscles, the grey shorts decorated with his football team’s logo–a wolf.
Nicholas was the vice captain of the basketball team. He was scouted alongside your friend Jo. You clear your throat and shift your attention back to your dinner. You seasoned the chicken and carefully put it into the pot. You grabbed the lid and covered the pot, reaching for your phone, you set a timer for ten minutes, then you’d check up on it.
You began to scroll through your notifications. A couple of texts from your friends asking if you wanted to bake with her tomorrow. You responded with a simple yes and went to Instagram, liking a couple of stories and commenting on Fuma’s new hiking post. You giggled at Maki’s enthusiasm: “YEAH BROOOOOO AYEEEEEE” “TS IS SO FIRE” “COULD NEVER BE ME.” You knew Fuma would no doubt be embarrassed but appreciated by his friend's comments.
“FUCK!” The sudden manly yell made you jump out of your skin, giving the food a side glance, making sure it was cooking fine, you hurried toward the direction of his room. The thought of knocking didn’t even cross your mind as you swung the door open.
“Are you–” You paused your sentence, too stunned to speak. In front of you was Nicholas leaning against his dresser, his head thrown back slightly, panting. But now his full, undivided attention fell on you. He wasn’t just against his dresser. He was almost fully unclothed. The only piece of clothing was a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that hung way too low.
You swallowed, a thick lump of spit traveled back down your throat, and your eyes trailed down his figure unintentionally. There have been many times when you have seen Nicholas walking around aimlessly with just a towel hung loose on his waist, but this sight in front of you made you hungry.
He straightened up, causing you to snap your eyes back to his and lock eye contact with him. You refused to look anywhere else. You cleared your throat. “Hm–Are you–Are you okay? I heard your yell.”
Nicholas takes a second to respond, “Uh, yeah, sorry to scare you. I just–” He turns his body toward you, giving you a full view of his defined abs. You refused. You couldn’t move your eyes anywhere other than his face, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “I’m frustrated.” You beckoned him to continue. “The coach decided to bench me for two entire games.”
“What?”
He nods, “Yeah, uh,” Nicholas scratches above his eyebrow, “I kind of got into it with Sunghoon.” Ah, him. You swallow hard at the mention of him.
Curiously, you ask, “Why?” Be careful to approach him with the question as you cross your arms in front of him. You look at his face for a second, and that’s when you notice he has a cut on his lip and his eye is sort of red. You gasp, immediately throwing yourself his way and cupping his face with your cold hands.
Nicholas winces at the coolness, but also the pressure. He hisses, and you remove your hands.
“Shit, Nico. What the fuck did he say? Did he say anything about you or the gro–” Before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you.
“You. He brought you up.” You took a step back, arms flopping to your sides.
Sunghoon Park was your ex-boyfriend for two years. You thought you two were endgame–a wedding, a house, and kids were all in your books. But, to him, your relationship was a silly game. For an entire year, he made you out to be a fool and made you believe he truly was the one for you.
Except he made it clear the day you had to stay out late in the campus library.
You had finished earlier than expected, and as you walked back to your dorm, you saw him hand in hand with another girl. Then you watched as he leaned down not just to peck her lips–no, he gripped her waist, like he did to you, put her hair behind her ear, as he did with you, and he kissed her with desperation–like he couldn’t live without her. All like he preached to you.
You blink up at him. “The fuck?”
Nicholas looked down at you with remorseful eyes. “Yeah, asshole decided to bring you up out of nowhere.”
You gulp, crossing your arms. “What did he say?”
“It’s better if you don’t know. Asshole’s like him can never keep their mouths closed.”
You huffed, “You’d think I would be the one to still talk about him, but it seems he’s still butthurt I did it in front of the entire team.” You shift your weight from one foot to another, completely forgetting that Nicholas was almost naked in front of you.
Without thinking, you reached up and lightly touched the corner of his lips. His head jerked back instinctively with a wince. “Shit, sorry. Let me help you.” Nicholas immediately shook his head.
“No, it’s fine. I can do it myself. But I have to take a quick shower first, so…” Nicholas now seemed aware that he was just standing in his boxers. “If you’ll excuse me…”
You cleared your throat, rapidly blinking, “right, sorry. I’ll be in the kitchen…if you need me.” You don’t let your eyes leave him until you’re out of the room.
You make it three steps down the hall before your composure cracks.
“Get it together,” you mutter under your breath, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead like that’ll reset your brain. It doesn’t. You inhale sharply and push into the kitchen, immediately greeted by the aggressive sizzle of your pot. “Oh shit.”
You rush to the stove and turn down the fire, lifting the lid completely to examine the food. A cloud of steam hits your face as you grab a utensil to stir the food. Once everything is fine, you let out a big sigh, gripping the counter as if it’d run away from you.
“This is Nicholas,” you whisper. “You barely talk. He’s just your roommate. That’s it.” Except it doesn’t feel like just that anymore. He defended you even if you weren’t close. He probably left your ex in a worse condition than he was in.
The sound of the shower turning on echoes faintly from down the hall, but that makes everything worse.
You busy yourself quickly, draining the pasta, seasoning the chicken again, tossing everything together, as if muscle memory can outrun your thoughts. By the time you’re done, you’ve plated two bowls without even realizing it.
You move them towards the kitchen table and set them up. “Not gonna lie… it smells really good out here.” Your grip on the bowls tightens before you turn around.
Nicholas stands there, hair damp, a loose gray shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, fresh sweats sitting low on his hips. You gulp and look away, tugging at your collar aggressively.
“Thanks. But now eat so I can clean your wounds.”
For the next fifteen minutes, the two of you ate in silence. There was an unspoken tension that you could both feel. You weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it was there.
Nicholas had long finished his food, just minutes before you did. Once your fork hit the bowl, he sprang up and took the bowl before you could say anything.
You were still chewing your food when he did that, so you immediately coughed as you forced the food. “What the hell? You scared the shit out of me.” He ignores you. He just takes your bowl like it’s the most normal thing in the world and walks it over to the sink, stacking it with his.
“You eat slow,” he mutters, turning on the faucet.
You scoff, grabbing your cup and taking a quick sip to recover. “Or maybe you eat like someone’s gonna steal your food.” A quiet huff leaves him.
The water runs as he rinses the bowls, his back facing you. The gray shirt clings more now around his shoulders, damp in places, and you hate that your eyes linger for even a second longer than they should.
You look away. Again.
Once he’s finished, you don’t give him time to argue as you take his hands and lead him into your room, heading straight for your bathroom.
He’d been here once or twice, the nights you’ve come home absolutely hammered after a night out at the club, you had stumbled your way inside the apartment, and he had managed to drag you to your room in the dead of night. But seeing it during dawn felt different.
Even if he’d been your roommate for a long time, he had to admit, he didn’t know you that well. You get first aid things from your cabinets before you turn over to look at him.
“Come,” you say, sitting on the bathroom counter. “I said I’d clean your wounds.”
Nicholas glances over at you. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” you cut him off, “Sit down.”
There’s a brief pause before he listens to you and awkwardly sits on the counter. He watches as you fiddle the cap to the ointment, and the first aid kid you set it down on the counter next to him, opening it with more focus than necessary. You slowly start to apply stuff to his lips. Your hands are colder than usual, Nicholas hisses as your hand cups his cheek. “Don’t flinch,” you mumble.
“I didn’t flinch,” he replies.
You don’t look up from his lips as you reply, “You literally hissed.”
“Because your hands were freezing.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing.
You roll your eyes, scooting closer. In correspondence, Nicholas spreads his legs wider, and you tilt his chin slightly with your fingers. “Yeah, well, deal with it.” You hadn’t realized your position yet. He was on the bathroom counter with you standing between his spread legs, leaving you no space to move freely.
You hadn’t noticed, but he had.
His breath hitched the moment you had scooted closer to get the ointment on, his eyes narrowing down past your face, accidentally falling on your breasts. The way you were leaning into him and giving him the perfect angle to look into the valley of your breasts made his heart jump.
He quickly looked away, even if his heart was telling him no.
Your touch is lighter now—more careful—as you dab at the cut on his eyebrow with antiseptic. He tenses a little, but stays still, his eyes fixed somewhere on your face.
You try not to notice. You really try, but it’s hard when he’s this close.
When you can feel his breath, steady but heavier than usual. Every time your fingers brush his skin, something in your chest reacts like it shouldn’t. “You could’ve just ignored him, now you’re going to have a black eye and a busted lip,” you say quietly, still focused on his eyebrow.
Nicholas scoffs softly. “Yeah, and let him keep talking?”
You frown slightly. “I don’t care what he says.”
“I do.” The words come out quicker than intended. When Nicholas realizes this, his eyes widen, but they falter when you pause and stare at him. Your hand stills for half a second before you continue, slower now, and look away.
“…Why?” You don’t look at him when you ask.
But you feel it, the way his gaze settles on you again, deeper.
“You already asked me that,” he says.
“And you didn’t answer.” Your wrist is gently caught, and you freeze at the touch. Nicholas’s hand isn’t tight. He’s not forcing anything. Just… holding you there, enough to stop your movement.
You finally look up. He’s already looking at you. “I don’t like the way he talked about you,” he says, quieter now. “Like you were just… something he could mess with and walk away from.”
Your chest tightens. “He doesn’t get to do that, especially when he cheated and lied to you.” Your lips part slightly, but nothing comes out.
“Nico…” you start, but your voice comes out softer than you expect.
His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go completely; instead, his free hand tests the waters. He brings it to your waist, and he watches as you inhale and look down at his hand. Then, it slowly comes down to your hip where he begins to circle your clothes skin with his thumb.
“You deserve better than that,” he adds. Nicholas stares down at you with hooded eyes. His eyes have suddenly switched, turning from a friendly stare to something you couldn’t quite place.
Your heart stutters, but you try to laugh it off, to lighten it, to push it somewhere safer. “You barely even talk to me, and suddenly you’re—what—my personal bodyguard?”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “Something like that. I could be, if you really wanted me to.”
You shake your head, but there’s no real bite in it. “You’re stupid.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Probably.” Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still in his, and your other hand is still hovering near his face. You swallow, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fine now. It’s just a small cut.”
“Mm,” he hums, but he doesn’t move back, doesn’t let go of your waist or your hand. You should move away and push him off of you. You should, but you don’t. Instead, you stay right there, caught in the quiet, in the warmth of his hand around your wrist, in the way he’s looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.
You can feel his breath on your face as you flutter your lashes up to him. “Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head as he finally tears his gaze off of you and looks down.
Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, “What?”
Nicholas chuckles, his shoulders jerking, “You make me feel insane.”
Your brows knit together, your heart thudding harder at the way he says it. “How?” you ask, quieter now.
He exhales slowly, his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to pull away, but you don’t. His hand is still warm against your skin, his thumb still brushing slow, absent circles against your hip like he forgot it was even there.
“Because I’m trying really hard,” he mutters, eyes dropping for a second before lifting back to yours, “to not do something I might regret.”
Your breath catches.
The air shifts.
“What would you regret?” you ask, even though part of you already knows.
His jaw tightens slightly. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back up. “You really wanna ask me that right now?” he says, voice lower now, rougher.
You don’t say anything. His hand slides a little firmer against your hip, grounding you in place. His other hand finally lets go of your wrist, but only so it can come up, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw before settling just under your chin.
Your breath hitches.
“Nico…” you whisper, but it comes out like a small whimper. This makes Nicholas’ eyes darken. He never knew such noise could get him this excited.
His thumb tilts your chin just slightly upward.
“Last chance,” he murmurs.
You stare into his eyes as you try to puzzle this, one moment you were just innocently cleaning his wounds, and the next, you’re leaning.
Both of your lips clash like oceans, with desperation and lust. The thumb that had been resting on your chin wanders over to your neck, where he wraps his entire hand around it.
Your lips move on their own, chasing the high you didn’t know you desperately needed.
A moan escapes your mouth as Nicholas gives your neck a small squeeze. The action caused your mouth to open slightly, but it was enough for him to slip his tongue inside.
His other hand comes to your head, cradling it and digging his fingers in your hair with desperation.
The kiss started to get messier, with his tongue moving against your own, and you felt like you could no longer breathe. With a small push, you disconnected yourself from him, heavy breathing.
His pupils were dilated and filled with hunger, just like yours.
No words were needed to communicate what you both needed next. Nicholas hopped off the counter, completely disregarding the small kit next to him, ignoring how much his face was hurting. All he wanted was to ruin you.
He towered over you, but he suddenly crouched, picking you up and making you lock your legs around his waist.
Luckily, the door to the bathroom had been open, making it easier for him to move into your room, all while he nuzzled his head in your neck, giving you light but sloppy kisses, marking you up.
“Nico…” the more you said his name, the more he wanted to ruin you.
He carefully set you down on your bed, pushing himself up to hover just above you. The gold chain he always wore was peaking out from his neckline until it slipped, dangling over your face.
“Are you sure about this?”
You had never felt more annoyed than now. With a roll of your eyes, you replied, “Just fuck me already.” You pulled him by the chain and kissed him harshly.
He let out a whimper of surprise. You could feel him smirk into the kiss.
Desperate, you put your hands on his chest and flipped him onto his back, placing your legs on either side and locking him in place. Your pussy pulsed as you sat directly on top of his bulge. You could feel the thickness and length, and god, he was huge.
You quickly worked your way out of the shirt you had on, leaving you in just your lacy white bra that covered practically nothing.
Your tits were practically spilling out of the cups. Nico’s eyes automatically fell on them. His mouth watered at the sight. He watched as you leaned over to the bedside table and fished for something. A condom, he assumed.
He wasn’t paying much attention to what you were looking for; his hands came up to your tits like magnets, latching onto them and just holding them. He didn’t massage or squeeze; he just held them there like he couldn’t believe it.
Countless times had he seen you in a sports bra and those tiny shorts he loved, the ones that always rode up your thighs, exposing your bottom. But he’d never seen you in this light, not this close.
When you finally found what you were looking for, a condom, you held it up. He spoke before you could. “Those won’t fit.” He said.
Your eyes widened, “What?”
He sat up, rubbing your skin. “Baby, the condom is too small.”
You chewed your lip as you glanced at the condom and back at him. The heat radiating between you two was hot. “Fuck,” you said.
“It’s okay, we’re already here, cmon, I’ll just eat you out.” As good as the offer sounded, you needed him in you.
You tossed the condom to the side, and his gaze followed. “What are you—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you pressed yourself further down and rolled your hips. The motion made you both hiss.
He was already so sensitive, the precum had already gathered at the tip, without looking at it, he knew the tip was red and sensitive. “Ahh, fuck, don’t do that.”
You tilted your head, rolling your hips once more, “Why? Scared?” The action made you suppress a moan; you bit your lip as you looked into his eyes.
His gaze darkened, “Y/n.” He warned, squeezing the side of your hips.
“Relax, let me ask you this: have you been tested recently?”
He nods with quickness, “Yes, I’m clean, through and through.” You hummed, content at the response.
“And how long have you been wanting to fuck me raw?” You didn’t get a proper answer as he flipped you onto your back. The action made you yell and let out a laugh. But he wasn’t laughing.
He gestured for you to lift your legs, “Can I?” You rolled your eyes, even though he was about to fuck you raw for the first time, he just had to be a gentleman.
“Yes,” You hadn’t finished the word before he pulled your shorts, along with your laced panties, down your legs. He tossed them to the side, not caring where in the room they landed.
Nicholas was entranced. The sight before him was one for sore eyes. “Holy shit, why have you been hiding this from me?” Nicholas lowers himself until he is eye level with your glistening pussy.
You attempted to close your legs, but that just made him push your legs further, giving him a better view and access.
He leaned in, nuzzling his head just close enough where his tongue flattens against your dripping sex. His tongue gives you one clean stroke, making your stomach flutter, and you flinch. “Oh fuck,” you whimper. Nico repeats the action, a clean stroke from where juices were threatening to spill, up to your swollen and sensitive clit.
He rests his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them further and wider apart for his convenience. You try not to get embarrassed by the vulgar sounds coming from the lower half of your body.
You hear the way your pussy squelches and plaps as the muscle probes your entrance, lapping your juices around. You jerk on instinct, suppressing a moan. Nico notices this and lifts his head, his eyes narrow, sharp, but it’s enough to communicate his thoughts to you.
Weakly, you nod your head in understanding, and with your free hand, you tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth back onto your pussy.
He wastes no time and goes back to devouring. You lay there, your chest heaving up and down like you’d just sprint miles, “Ahh.. fuck, right there!” You grip his hair, tugging it slightly.
Nico groans from the action, which causes a vibration to travel across your pussy, edging you closer. Nico can tell you’re at the brink of cumming.
You miss the way he smirked against your sex, but it’s not long before you feel his tongue detach from your entrance and move higher up to your deprived clit.
Nicholas uses two fingers to spread your entrance wide. He smears the juices further, coating his fingers in your slick until he pushes one in.
Your back arches as you feel it hit deep into your gummy walls, “Fuck!” Nico retracts his finger until just the very tip is inside before he pushes it back in, stretching you open.
Your other hand comes up to your clothed tit, sticking your hand inside your bra, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple.
Nicholas’ attention shifts to your tits for a second, watching as you add more to your pleasure. He takes this as a chance to insert a second finger, really stretching you out. “Oh! Mmm… fuck! Right there! Shit!”
He detaches his mouth from your swollen clit for a second, his hungry eyes looking at you. “Tight little pussy, tastes so sweet…” he says out of breath. His mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as he scissors his fingers in and out of your gushing pussy.
By now, your comforter is soaked, but so is his face and hands. He won’t complain, though, ever. “Can’t believe I’ve never had a taste before. Always teasing me,” he lowers his mouth, kissing your inner thighs, leaving wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss trails.
“Wearing those tight, pajama shorts that covered nothing, prancing around the kitchen like a dirty whore,” Nicholas scoffs, speeding up his movements. You felt the way his fingers hit the spot that made your eyes roll back and your back arch.
You feel that knot in your stomach, the same one you’d feel when you’d finger yourself or fuck yourself with a toy. “Mmm, ‘m so close,” you say, back arching.
“Yeah?” He asks, his movements begin to speed up; he’s determined to make you finish.
You moan, “Fuck, oh shit… ngh, keep going. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You knead your tit with your entire hand now, while the other remains in Nicholas’ hair. You pull at his hair slightly as the familiar coil starts to near.
Nicholas watches carefully as you throw your head back, your mouth opens wide as you gasp for air, “Oh–Oh my…god! Fuck– right there, please, please, let me come.” But it’s then that a flip switches in his head.
You’re unaware of the sudden shift. Only when his fingers leave your aching hole do you wince and whine. “Wha—“ your eyes shot wide open in disbelief and disappointment. You see the sneaky smirk on Nico’s face as he sits up. He maintains eye contact as he brings the two fingers that were inside of you, and puts them in his mouth.
He hums, purrs, at how sweet you tasted. He slurps the juices on his fingers like a lollipop. “Mmm, so sweet.” He taunts.
You sit up, and at the same time, you feel how sticky your inner thighs and pussy were. “What the hell, I was close. Too close.”
Nicholas laughs, but there’s something serious about it. “Changed my mind. Did you think I was going to let you cum just like that? I don’t think sluts like you deserve to cum, do you think bouncing around, with those thin, see-through tank tops wasn’t gonna catch my attention?” His eyes fall on your exposed tits.
“So perfect…” he says to no one in particular. Nicholas leans in just enough to catch your lips in a deep, quick kiss. You kiss him back with desire, arching yourself to him, your front pressing up against his own. You moaned as you felt your covered, hard nipples brush his shirt.
“Take it off,” you quickly unclasp your bra. You watch as he pulls his gray tee over his head, exposing his hard, toned abs.
He sees you swallow thick at the sight. “I’m all yours,” he says, beginning to lower his sweatpants, but your hand shoots out before he continues.
Puzzled, he furrows his eyebrows, but instead of giving him a verbal response, you flip him. Now the two of you are back to how it was in the beginning. The way you sit on him makes your clit rub on his sweats, on his thick and prominent hard-on.
Nicholas puts his hands on your hips, then they trail back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he slaps your ass cheek. He bites his lip as he watches you. Your fingers are trailing his lower abdomen like you’re under a spell. He observes the way you bite your lip as your index finger traces his abs down his happy trail.
A finger slips into his boxer waistband. Teasingly, you play with the fabric as you lock eyes with him. He groans, both impatient and under tension. “Please…” Your ears perk up at the desperation in his voice.
“Fuck…Y/N. Stop teasi-” You cut him off by pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You watch as it springs out, heavy and thick. Your mouth waters at the sight; it slaps against his hard abdomen.
It’s everything one can ask for: the tip, red and swollen, beads of pre-cum falling off, landing on his abdomen. You grasp the base of his cock, watching as his breath hitches at the touch. You lift yourself from his thighs and scoot closer, hovering over his cock.
“Please–please, baby,” his hand tightens at your hip, clawing your sides. You’re sure that was going to bruise later.
You grab his shoulder with one hand as the other guides his cock to your entrance. You feel the way both his pre-cum and yours mix.
Slowly, you begin to sink. A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel the tip of his cock begin to split you open, intruding your insides, “Aah–”. The feeling makes you roll your head back, tightening your grip on his shoulder, fingernails digging into his skin.
Nicholas whimpers, hissing at how good you feel. “S…So t-tight. Fuck,”
Both of you moan in sync as you fully bottom out. The tip of his cock kissing the top of your cervix, you could feel the way he twitched inside of you, every vein felt so intrusive and yet so good.
You leaned forward, grasping Nicholas’ face with both of your hands as you placed a rough kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hold back either, placing his hands lower, firmly gripping your bare ass, spreading your cheeks open, and fondling them as he gripped them.
The action made you roll your hip slightly. Nicholas moaned into your mouth, hot and loud. Rocking back and forth, you began to bounce up and down slightly.
Nicholas felt like he was going to cum at any second, the way you clenched around him when you sank on his cock, hissing in pleasure and pain. As you began to bounce up and down, Nicholas couldn’t help but detach his lips from you and attach them to your nipple.
“A-ahh..”
The tip was starting to hit that spot that you knew was gonna make you cum any second, “so b-big, fuck me… fuck… please.” You begged. Nicholas could feel the way your body was starting to slow down, and your bouncing got sloppier to the point where you were just grinding on him.
Taking initiative, he flipped you over on your back whilst remaining inside of you. He pushed your legs up, your heels above your head. But the new angle made you feel everything.
Your glistening pussy was fully exposed to him now. Nicholas looked down to where both of you were connected, and he couldn’t help but pump his cock in once and then twice, watching it slide in and out as it made squelching sounds. A white ring of cum formed at the base of his cock, his eyes traveled back to your face, watching you make fucked out expressions.
He began to pump in and out of your pussy, moaning at the way your tits were bouncing in sync. His hips rolled in desperation. Your gummy walls clenched around him; the stretch in the new position felt brutal.
Nicholas grabbed your hips, snapping them towards his own as he began to rut into you at an unforgivable speed.
“Fuck, fuck, shit baby, feel so good.” He rolls his hips again, letting your legs fall limp, but you quickly lock them around his waist, pulling him closer.
Nicholas buries his face into your neck, sucking on a spot. Marking you as his.
You claw at his back, nails sinking deep into his skin, leaving your own marks on his pale skin. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close. Harder… p-please.” You’re panting hard at this point, sweat forms at the crown of your forehead, and your hair sticks to your face.
“Oh? You want me to f-fuck you h-harder?” He pants, stumbling over his words as he goes deeper—if that was even possible.
Speechless, you could only nod. Nicholas smirks, his gaze meeting yours, “beg for it.”
“Please, fuck me harder. Make me cum. Please, I n-need you.. so fucking bad…” You babbled. You were so cock drunk, Nicholas chuckled at you.
He pulled out from you, a thin, long string of slick, dragged out as he disconnected himself from you. The milky white string broke apart.
“Since my pretty girl asked for it,” you felt yourself be moved, your face pressed against the softness of your pillow as Nicholas pushed down the middle of your back, arching yourself for him.
Your ass is up as you feel your head being gently pushed further into your pillow. Without a word, you felt his thick cock slide up and down your pussy, collecting your slick before he gave one push, bottoming out fully.
Your hands flew up to clench the sheets, fisting them as you jerked forward, biting your lip in satisfaction.
“Fuck,” Nicholas dragged out, his hand coming to the curve on your back, pressing you down, angling you wider. “Pussy so tight…all for me.” A deep groan left his mouth as he began to move his hips. With each stroke, you felt like he was splitting you open.
“Tight little shit.” His speed began to increase, and the pleasure increased too. “Look at you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside of you, coated with slick. “Such a g-good little s-slut. Should’ve b-begged me to fuck this p-pussy sooner…” His words were enough to make you clench your pussy tighter around him, moaning louder as your hips were trying to meet his own.
“C’mon, come on my cock,” His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he reached down to where both of you are connected, his pointer finger rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you. “Come for me, wanna feel you squeezing ‘round me.”
You make tiny little noises that make him increase his pace. Nicholas uses his free hand to reach forward, wrapping as much hair as he can around his wrist, pulling your hair back. “Oh fuuuck,”
“Aah—please, Nico… baby, I c-can’t. T-too much… ‘m too close.”
“Hngh, me t-too, perfect little cunt. S-swallowing me whole, so perfect, baby.” You’re on all fours now, your hands on the mattress as you try to balance yourself. Your hair is being pulled back, and you couldn’t help but grind and chase Nicholas’ hips.
His abs are flexing with every desperate rut, with every hectic thrust. “Fuuck, where d-do you want me…?”
You gasped as you suddenly started to feel overstimulated with pleasure. His cock kept rubbing the squishy spot inside, making you gasp for air. “I–Inside, fuck, cum inside p-please.” Nicholas’ eyes widened at the request. He didn’t think you’d say that, but he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t like the idea.
“S-shit, so warm, ‘m gonna fill you up,” Nicholas groans. “N–need to s-see you cum.” In a swift motion, he lets go of your hair and rotates you so your back is on the mattress. His arms cage you in as he lies on top of you, drilling into you. Nicholas lifts his body, leaving a tiny gap between the two of you, before his hand goes down to your abdomen, where he presses down. He feels the bulge where his cock is buried inside of you, unable to resist the moan that escapes his mouth as he feels his own hand pushing down. You moan too; it’s too much for you.
You're blinded with pleasure, and tears are swelling in your eyes. “C-can’t hold i–it.” You feel Nicholas’ faint breath ghosting over your mouth.
You wrap your legs around him, locking him in place as you feel a wave of pleasure crash over you. Your body shakes as the knot in your stomach finally bursts. Nicholas gives you sloppy thrusts, hissing at the way your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight.
He leans down to kiss you as he feels his own orgasm approaching. Nicholas keeps thrusting into you even when your high is coming down. You moan against his lips, gasping as his thrusts hit deeper into your sensitive pussy.
By now, your juices are spilling out, coating his thick cock like paint, oozing out of you. “Nico—Can’t. No more.” He doesn’t stop.
“Give it to me, c’mon. Come for me a–again.”
It crashes into you. The feeling like you're a water balloon waiting to explode. You’re already soaking him shamelessly, lolling your tongue out only to have him suck it. He sucks your tongue, kissing you vigorously.
You disconnect from the kiss, a string of saliva drags out. “Fuckfuckfuck—Nico, w-wait! I c-can’t.” He doesn’t stop, not even as you plead to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big; he knows he’s overstimulating you. You attempt to push off of you, but he doesn’t budge.
You feel that bubble burst. A thick load of liquid gushes out of your weeping hole; spraying him and your sheets, your eyes widen. “Holy shi– d-did I just p-pee?” You’ve never experienced anything like that, not with your fingers, a toy, not with anybody else.
Nicholas smirks as he feels you squirting all over him, coating his thighs, abdomen, and his cock with your juices.
His cock is bruising your cervix now; it’s ruthless and unforgiving. “Nngh, f-fuck! Comingcomingcomin–” He stills his thrusts, bottoming out completely. Nicholas empties his load into you. A broken sob left your throat as you feel his thick cum paint your walls.
It's warm, so warm. “S-shit. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Nicholas pleads to nobody in particular, “fuuuckk, still cumming—there’s so much, s-shit.”
Your body relaxes, and so does Nico’s. He’s still, securing his cum into you. You make a small ‘oof’ as Nicholas dumps his whole weight on top of you, spent from fucking into you.
The two of you stay still, with his limp cock still buried in you.
Your chest heaves up and down as you try to catch your breath. Nicholas lifts his head off your shoulder, wiping the tears that left your eyes. He leans in to give you a small kiss on your forehead, then your cheek. “It’s okay, you’re good.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at his poor attempt to calm you down. “Why are you laughing?” He asks, dumbfounded at your reaction.
You shake your head, “Never thought I’d end up fucking my roommate, much less squirting on him.”
Nicholas peppers your shoulder with light kisses, smiling against your skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You wanna know a secret?” You glance down at him, shaking your head.
Nicholas smirks as he leans up to whisper in your ear. “Jerked off to the thought of you multiple times, including just a few minutes ago.” He pulls back and watches as you look at him speechless.
“W-what?”
Your mouth hangs open, but you pause as you feel his limp cock start to get hard inside of you once more, twitching and pulsing. “Holy shit, are you serious?” Your walls flutter around him.
“So serious, fuck, I’m hard again.” He cages you in as he lifts his body off, just enough to get a proper look at you.
“I like you, for so long. F-fuck, let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow? Hm?”
You hiss at the sensitivity, “Yes, and by the way, I like you too.”
Nicholas’ eyes widen slightly for a moment, then it turns into something dark. His pupils dilate, and he rolls his hips just once, letting you feel his hard length again.
“F-fuck, say you’re mine, never letting you go now. Sweet girl with a sweet pussy.”
You bat your eyelashes up at him, a half moan, a half smiling tugging at your lips. “Yours, ‘m yours.”
Nicholas smirks as he begins to roll his hips with you moaning underneath him. He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking and biting your neck. “My sweet girl.”
【 18+ 】 tw ──── wolf hybrid dom!nicholas . . possessive weno, dubcon marking/biting, predator/prey kink, rough sex, creampie, knotting, size kink, wolfweno has heightened senses, breeding kink, blood mention. 1704 wc
don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
when the shelter had said nicholas needed enrichment, you hadn’t expected this.
the adoption papers listed him as “high-energy wolf hybrid, requires daily chase stimulation and scent marking outlets.” you’d laughed, thinking a bigger yard and some puzzle toys would do. the staff had smiled politely and added, “he gets… intense when the moon waxes. just keep him busy.”
“are you insane? a wolf hybrid?” your friend yuma had stared at you like you’d grown a second head when you told him over coffee the next day. “those guys are basically walking rut machines. one wrong scent and he’ll pin you to the floor. you sure you can handle that?”
you’d shrugged, cheeks warm. “he seemed sweet at the shelter. super affectionate, actually. and i’ve always wanted a hybrid who could keep up with me on runs.”
yuma had sighed, rubbing his temples. “just… text me every night, okay? if he starts getting too intense, you crash at my place. no heroics.”
you’d promised. but as the days passed, you stopped texting yuma quite as often.
the first week with nicholas was surprisingly gentle. the compact five-foot-ten wolf hybrid moved through your apartment with quiet grace—black ears constantly twitching at every sound, sleek black tail curling around your leg whenever you sat together. he helped with chores, cooked ramen like it was gourmet, and curled up on the couch with his head in your lap, rumbling contentedly when you scratched behind his ears.
but the closer the full moon got, the more the air changed.
he started watching you. intense eyes following your every movement from doorways. his scent—warm pine and dark musk—grew thicker, clinging to your clothes, your sheets, your skin. light nips on your shoulder when he hugged you goodbye in the mornings turned into lingering bites that left faint marks. he’d pull back immediately after, ears flat against his head, murmuring apologies.
last night had been the tipping point, though.
you’d come home from work to find him pacing the living room, claws clicking restlessly on the hardwood. the moment you stepped inside, his head snapped up. his tail lashed once, pupils already dilating.
“you smell like outside… and other people,” he’d frowned, voice holding a soft growling tone—stepping closer until your back hit the door. his nose brushed your neck, inhaling deep.
“i don’t like it.”
you’d felt the heat of his body, the barely-contained tension. “nicholas—”
“need enrichment,” he’d muttered, almost to himself. “shelter warned you. moon’s close.” then he’d forced himself to step back, claws digging into his own palms. “tonight. after your shower. we play the game. you run…i hunt.”
the apartment lights were off, only city glow filtering through the blinds. you’d just stepped out of the shower, skin damp and towel wrapped loosely around your body, when the shift in the air made every hair stand up.
his scent hit you like a wave.
then the growl—low, rolling, vibrated through your bones.
“go.”
your legs moved before your brain could even catch up. you bolted down the hallway, towel slipping from your body as bare feet slapped against the hardwood. behind you, claws clicked—slow at first, giving you that cruel head start he loved.
you barely made it past the couch before his voice rolled through the dark.
“little prey, i smell you.”
the words sent a shiver racing down your spine. you darted behind the armchair, heart hammering so loud you were sure he could hear it. his low, amused chuckle echoed off the walls.
“scared little doe…heart racing, cunt dripping already. you love this, don’t you? running from the big bad wolf even while your body begs to be caught.”
you took off again, lungs burning, thighs slick with what he thought was unwanted arousal. the bedroom was only a few steps away.
you lunged for it—
too late.
powerful arms snatched you mid-stride, taking a few steps before slamming you face-down onto the mattress. the towel vanished with a vicious rip of claws. hot breath fanned across your nape as sharp fangs dragged down your spine, leaving raised, stinging lines.
“caught you,” weno snarled, usually sweet voice taken over by the rut. black ears pinned forward, black tail lashing behind his compact, muscular frame.
two thick fingers shoved between your legs without warning, plunging into your soaked cunt. you muffled a cry against his palm as he pumped them roughly, curling hard against that spot that made your knees buckle.
“drenched,” he groaned, claws pricking your hip. “smells like fear and heat. perfect for a wolf’s knot.”
he yanked his fingers out, tugging at his sweats to replace his them with the blunt, leaking head of his cock, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
a broken scream tore from your throat. he was impossibly thick, stretching you open so wide it burned. nicholas growled in satisfaction, tail curling tight around your thigh to keep you spread wide.
“fuck—tight little cunt grippin’ me so hard,” he growled, hips snapping immediately into a punishing rhythm. “fighting me and still sucking me deeper. greedy bitch.”
he fucked you hard against the bed, each savage thrust forcing the air from your lungs. the wet, obscene slap of skin filled the room alongside your muffled moans and his feral snarls.
then his fangs sank into your shoulder without mercy, breaking skin. blood welled up; he licked at it greedily, hips never faltering.
“wait—nicholas—that hurts!—”
but he ignored your pleas.
again and again he bit—your neck, your back, the soft flesh of your side—leaving bloody teeth marks and blooming bruises across your skin. every sharp sting twisted into unwanted pleasure that made you clench harder around his cock.
“mine,” he snarled against the fresh bite. “gonna cover you in my marks. my scent. my cum.”
you sobbed, pushing weakly against his hold, but he only drove deeper.
he flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing. sharp eyes burning down at you, wild and almost glowing. he folded your legs up to your chest in a deep mating press and thrust back inside, even deeper at this angle. his knot was already swelling, catching at your entrance with every punishing stroke.
“shut up and take my knot,” he growled, voice completely gone to the beast that resided within him. he leaned down and sank his fangs into the soft flesh of your breast, biting hard enough to draw fresh blood while his knot pulsed and throbbed against you. “you’re mine to ruin. mine to breed.”
you couldn’t look away.
his ears twitched at every broken whimper, tail thrashing. he bit your breasts hard, fangs sinking deep, then your ribs, your stomach, your inner thighs—claiming every inch with bloody, possessive marks.
“gonna fill this cunt until you’re swollen with my pups,” he panted, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit. “you’ll smell like me for weeks. everyone will know who bred you.”
you pushed weakly at his chest, nails scraping against his skin. “weno—stop—! too deep—!”
“look at me while i ruin you,” he ordered, clawed hand wrapping around your throat.
that simple action caused pressure to build against your will—fast, devastating, unstoppable. you shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks even as your walls fluttered desperately around him.
“cum,” he snarled. fangs grazing your flushed cheek.
your orgasm crashed over you, cunt gushing around his thickness, walls spasming helplessly.
nicholas let out a deep snarl—knot finally catching—thick, burning, relentless— past your entrance in one final, brutal thrust—locked inside you, stretching you to the limit. you cried out sharply as it locked deep inside you, stretching you impossibly wide.
thick, hot ropes of his seed flooded your womb in heavy pulses. beating against your already sensitive walls. he ground deep, forcing every drop inside.
“take it all,” he growled, voice wrecked. “take my seed. gonna knock you up so you can’t ever leave your alpha.”
you trembled beneath him, overstimulated and stuffed impossibly full. his knot pulsed with every spurt, keeping you locked together. his tail wrapped possessively around your waist as he licked over the bloody bites with slow, almost sweet strokes of his tongue.
you let out a shaky, breathless laugh that dissolves into a soft whimper as another aftershock rolls through you. his knot is still locked deep, pulsing warmly with every twitch of his cock, keeping you plugged full of his cum. the stretch burned in the best-worst way, your belly slightly swollen from how much he pumped into you.
your hand trembles as you reach up, fingers threading through the soft black hair between his twitching ears. you tug gently, and nicholas—still hazy with rut—makes a low, rumbling sound and nuzzles into your palm like a giant, dangerous housepet.
“was i good prey, weno?”
“you were perfect prey, doe.” he coos, voice dropping into that dangerous, honeyed tone again. he leans down and licks a slow stripe up the side of your neck, cleaning the blood from where he’d bitten hardest. “running so cutely for your wolf. letting me hunt you. letting me breed you.”
you clench around his knot at his words and he groans, forehead dropping to rest against yours.
you tremble beneath him, overstimulated and spent. nicholas finally shifted, carefully rolling you both onto your sides so he can pull you against his chest without putting too much weight on you. his knot remained in you—thick, warm, and still pulsing faintly as the last weak spurts of cum leaked into your already overflowing cunt.
“mine,” he whispers against your hair, golden eyes half-lidded and glowing with quiet affection. “all mine now.”
he tucks your head under his chin, one arm wrapped securely around you, the other stroking soothing lines down your back. the apartment is quiet except for your mingled breathing and the soft, content rumble vibrating in his chest.
“sleep, doe,” he says gently, lips brushing your temple. “i’ll clean you up… take care of all these bites. and when you wake up… i’ll make you breakfast like a good boy.”
his tail drapes over your hip, cocooning you in his scent, his warmth, his claim.
the full moon is still high outside, but for tonight, your wolf is sated.
authors note: this was originally for an ask, half of it just sat in my wips for a week or two before i finally decided to finish it. i had no inspiration for a bit until i got so much love with my hybrid fics !! wrote this with my sweet fawn in mind. i honestly don't think its my best work, but i hope you guys still like it.
