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you? sick? : p. hanni
synopsis: only an idiot catches a cold in the summer.
# : pairing ! nonidol! pham hanni x gn!reader
# : tags ! established relationship, fluff, it's really just fluff i promise, haerin snitches on you (ooooh), spoon feeding, cháo (congee) goes so hard when you're sick my mom used to make it whenever i was sick, i love this stupid seal picture, young sheldon mention
# : wordcount ! 1k
# : warnings ! none
you were dying.
...okay, dying is definitely an exaggeration. but you sure as hell feel like you're dying.
and you did text your friend haerin to help but she replied "ijbol" and left. and you couldn't call your very lovely flawless gremlin girlfriend because... well, you're embarrassed.
see, some days ago the exact same situation happened, but to hanni. she had called you in distress and of course you came over and helped her, but not without making fun of her. that's part of your relationship, really; it's all in good fun. but it also subjects you into a life where you have to watch what you say around the girl you love because anything and everything will be used against you.
in most cases it ends in bickering (you targeting her height and her targeting your IRL typos) and maybe a good laugh and the inevitable cuddles-on-the-couch, but you won't hear the end of it if you caught her cold after relentlessly teasing her for catching a cold in the middle of july. now you caught a cold in the middle of august. how fun is that?
you're currently suffering on your bed with a mountain of tissues on either side, all grossly soaked in your nasal fluids, covered by a heap of blankets and an episode of young sheldon playing indistinctly in the background. worse yet, your parents are gone on an anniversary date so you're completely alone in the house. haerin was supposed to come over today, but backed out after you texted her in a panic.
...there's thumps resounding throughout the house. oh no. you're sick and you can't even hide. what if it's some killer and—
"i'm not a killer, y/nnie. i'm honestly offended you think that."
oh shit. your killer has really pretty eyes. or maybe your cold got worse and you're dead and seeing an angel.
the angel helps you sit up, the tissues miraculously gone. maybe she cleaned up the mess. the netflix episode is still playing in the background, though it's turned down to the point in which you can barely hear sheldon throwing a temper tantrum.
in a few seconds your mind clears, albeit only slightly. but at least you can make sense of what's going on around you. you're still sick and unfortunately not dead. and the angel sitting by your bed is...
"are you feeling okay?" she smiles softly, tilting her head to the side and measuring the temperature of your forehead with the back of her hand. "you're burning up like crazy..."
squinting your eyes and blinking rapidly, you turn to look at the girl. "hanni."
"y/n."
huh. maybe she had telepathic powers. wait, no! this is bad! bad for your pride. and bad for your heart. well, whatever. she wouldn't make fun of you if you were actually suffering, would she?
something metallic—a spoon—gets pushed against your lips. it's holding some kind of porridge, piping hot, and you reluctantly take it into your mouth despite not being very hungry. as mentioned before, it's piping hot, causing your eyes to water and your throat to burn as you swallow the food. unfortunately, that meant you couldn't taste anything due to the heat.
hanni grins, already holding the next bite over the porcelain bowl filled with the porridge. "too hot?"
you nod meekly and blush when she blows gently on the spoon. she holds it up to your mouth again, and this time you happily take the bite. you can finally taste it: a warm spoonful of the cháo thịt bọ that you've acquired a liking for, after coming over to the girl's house for dinner several times.
humming in approval, you look back at your girlfriend pleadingly, silently asking for another bite with your eyes. "did you make this?"
"yeah," she nods, blowing on the next spoonful and watching you take the bite. "haerin texted me and said that you're sick. why didn't you tell me?"
"well..." you shift uncomfortably, pushing your blankets off of your lap. it was getting too hot, especially with your fever and the added presence of your girlfriend. "i didn't want you to make fun of me. and i didn't want you to get sick. again."
to your embarrassment, hanni starts laughing like you'd just told the funniest joke of the century to her. she sets the nearly empty bowl on your nightstand so she could wipe her tears with her sleeve.
her face suddenly shifts into a more serious expression. "are you being for real? i may joke around a lot but i'm still your girlfriend. i care for you, you know?"
you look away in shame, sniffling. "i know..."
"and i want to take care of you because i love you! when haerin contacted me i was so worried, stupid," she glares, but feeds you the last spoonful of cháo. you're almost disappointed it's all gone. hanni's cooking is always superb. "by the way, my mom already made phở back at my house so i packed some for dinner."
"oh my god, you're the best girlfriend ever. i love you so much, i could kiss you," you ramble, staring starry-eyed at your girlfriend.
"ew, no, you're gonna get me sick again!"
you gasp in offense. "did you just say ew to the one you love!? i can't believe this."
"shut up, god," she groans, the empty bowl on your nightstand again. you get a hold of her hand, admiring the promise ring you got her for your one-year anniversary. you were also wearing yours, but when you brought it up to your face to see it closer, you felt a familiar, stinging sensation traveling through your nose.
"ah... achoo!"
hanni and you stare at each other wide-eyed. she eventually starts snickering, and you glare at her.
"only an idiot catches a cold in the summer," she smiles. it's so sweet that you feel like you're melting, even though you already shed your three blankets.
"you love me."
"i love you."
a/n : hey guys 😁 sorry this was short my friend got sick like last week and it turned into this
tw: drabble, smut no fluff, pegging, very rough and mean femdom, sub!seonghwa, degradation no praise, heavy overstimulation, crying, begging, quite scary
w/c: 0.9k
a/n: its 4am and well shit
"youre a little slut, aren't you?" you murmur to him as he slowly adjusts to the dildo you halfway inserted into him. he is on his back facing you, his knees pressed onto his chest, taking all the harsh treatment. your delicate fingers caress his soft cheek, wiping his tears. he moans pathetically, "please, please."
"please what, doll?" you say, gently sliding your fingers down his flawless skin. "please..." his weak voice shakes as well as his entire body, aligning with the cruel vibrations. "please, let me cum," he cries. he knows that if he came without your permission, you would give him no mercy.
"not yet," you chuckle, watching how defeated he shows to be. you love how weak he is. you love the way his own cock is coated with your own arousal from previously. you love the way you came four times tonight, while he has not at all.
"you're so small," you say, beginning to insert one finger beside your dildo to stretch him. you heard his breath fall short, growing silent at the sudden unforgiving feeling, and you smile. you insert two, and he grows stiff, tears now flowing out of his eyes. you insert three, and he bites his tongue, unable to take anymore. you attempt to insert a fouth one in, but he is too small for that.
once youre done pottering, you take away your hand to grab his tiny waist. you begin to move in circles. every bit of pleasure seonghwa ever feels never goes unseen; it shows in his expressions vastly. he moans with his lips closed, as though trying to stay silent to no use. it's embarrassing for how sensitive he is. you begin to notice certain angles which trigger him most, focusing on them. you pause, and start to slowly penetrate deeper towards the most influencial spot.
"please theretheretheretherethere," he muffles. his eyes widen when you begin to fully insert the rest of the dick inside of him, and he whines so loudly as he expected lesser of its size. he couldn't adjust in time.
with no regard for his comfort, you pull out and slam into the very sweet spot.
he screams, his cum poured everywhere. he attempted to hold it in, but he couldn't. it felt so good. he releases a cascade of beautiful wails before he begins to sob. the damage is done.
"i- im sorry," he mumbles. "please."
you dismissed his response immediately, pulling out slowly and thrusting into him again towards the very same spot. he screams so much louder, now trembling from the sensation.
"you're so fucking loud. you're a spoiled little whore, you hear me?" you say, and his only response was a silent wince. you vigorously slap his round ass. he moans, crying more.
"a spoiled," "fucking," "whore."
you punctuated each of your final words with a sharp thrust forward, seonghwa releasing loud yells at each one. you genuinely doubt if the entire neighborhood didn't hear him.
"ahh... please- please.. please go easy.. please," he mutters.
"oh, you can take it," you reply, and he moans to another thrust. "a shit like you could take it."
he clenches.
you then start to fuck him, finally. you pushed towards all his sensitive areas, abusing them.
the speed was moderate, yet to seonghwa, he is barely handling it right now. his couldnt help rolling his eyes back as he lets out the most broken cries, but he refuses to admit that it feels so good.
having applied too much mascara, he's a sobbing mess, begging and crying for you. yearning for your utmost love.
your thrusts gradually become strong, as though you're aiming to go the deepest possible. at this extent, youre abusing the spot against his prostate, ruining his inside, beating him as hard as you could. seonghwa's eyes are shut as he's wailing louder now, his moans deep every thrust and conveying his sufferage. his tears coat his cheeks. he sounds exhausted, yet overwhelmed.
until you strike a specific part with that strength, his eyes widen and his entire body electricutes. he releases a second time, and all the fluids spill everywhere. a chain of the loudest squirms fill the room.
his back arches against the sheets.
he cries out louder and higher in pitch. his narrow, red tongue slightly sticks outwards, following the leaking saliva and other fluids. his trembling begins to worsen, his body tense and struggling to get away from you.
"wait- ahh~~ too-.. too much-"
the mixture of sweat and tears running down his face and the sound of his moans grants you a sense of satisfaction. you feel like you have complete control over him as he lies below you, crying and begging you to stop. he is powerless and helpless, fully under your control. you know he likes this.
the tight grazing ropes binding his wrists shuffle above him, restricting him from his will to get away. as he begs for mercy, you begin to grant the opposite.
you thrust at a faster, animalistic pace. you watch his eyes roll backwards from the overwhelming sensation, tensing himself, holding in his voice to process the feeling. however, it leads to no avail; his silence was only temporary when he begins to squirm louder than before, high sounds he never thought he could make. he clenches on the artificial dick as though he is trying to milk you. you care to no extent, fucking all sorts of fluids into his tight little hole.
Back from his US tour the first thing that yunho said is “im going to fuck you until you can’t feel anything but my cock” and he meant what he said like now he’s fucking you for an hour you don’t even remember how many times you had cum already at this point his cum is dripping out from your cunt and you have no energy left to tell him stop he’s just keep pounding your cunt and telling you in your ear “All mine all this tight cunt is mine im going to fill your womb with my cum so you will get pregnant with my child “ that thought makes your lower belly warmer feeling how deep he thrust his long hard cock inside you.