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ik hanni's so soft, but can you make a fic like I kinda wanna see her as a fuck girl 😭 liek girlie be fuckin girls left and right

And she's like a bball/foot ball player and ur like innocent and ofc a VIRGIN

Mean gp hanni please, and also take ur time 😓

Pairings: G!p Fuck girl basketball player Hanni x fem reader!

Word count: 1,4

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), use of aphrodisiac, manipulation, corruption kink, p in v, fuck girl hanni, virgin reader, reader gets called kitty, little bit of teasing, not proofread, and just filthy smut!!

Jwans note: I managed to make this kinda soft🫣🤷‍♀️

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You hated basketball, and you hated Hanni. Or maybe you hated basketball because of hanni?

Hanni was one of the most popular basketball players in your whole school, and the most arrogant one. She had girls literally flooding her house everyday or all over her in the school cafeteria.

You’ve heard some of the nastiest rumors about her, from the same girls that she has fucked dumb and threw away the next day, it got to the point that there were no more girls to fuck in your school, she had to “re-fuck” and that was one of the things that she hated. She wanted something new and different, not something she already got to have her fun with. She got bored easily and that’s just her habit.🤷‍♀️

You hated her because of her mean attitude and the way she treated the girls after she got to have her fun with them. Well hate is a big word, dislike is more like it.

You never hanged out with type of people like Hanni. She was way out of your league and you liked your own small group of friends. You guys weren’t nerd but you weren’t popular, you guys just had your grades on the top of the list. You cared for your future and career. So after the cute kindergarten crush and date you had, you never went out nor had some kind of hook up in some available room in those frat parties like most people your age did.

You heard the unnecessary rumor in your school, about your friend group being a pack of losers and virgins. You have no idea who spread that information, but there was nothing to deny except the losers part. You honestly didn’t know what was wrong with being a virgin or not having much experience. But still you had to torment the laughing of the mean girls and the laughing of the fuck girls.

Hanni found the thing, quite alluring actually. The idea of fucking a virgin pussy and virgin mouth, didn’t fail to make blood pressure in her cock and also she’d put you in the list of the girls she has already fucked, so it’s a win win situation for her.

But the real question is…How will she get you under her spell?! You were a hard person to impress or to make a move on, so if she acted nice and kind around you, that won’t impress you.She need more smart and easy way to blind you under the sheets.

The teacher has been nagging about her needing a tutor because of the constant basketball practice and the basketball games. So she have been missing out on lots. Hanni recommended you as her tutor, you were shocked that she even acknowledged you, you were gonna deny but the wide smile the teacher gave and the loud “Good choice” she muttered made you change your mind and accept being her tutor. What is the worse that could happen?

Days come and go as fast as wind, and here you are in front of her door, the first tutoring session. Bringing your hand to knock on the wooden surface. You gave two soft knocks, and not long after, a figure stood tall in front of you. She was wearing grey sweatpants and her teams basketball shirt.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down to her crotch, the visible little bump in there. She saw how you eyed her length she gave a little dirty chuckle. “Shall we go inside?”

You gulped before meeting her lust filled eyes and nodded hurriedly. The little look she had on her face, made anticipation burn right under your belly button.

You sat down on her black leather couch crossing your legs and she stood in front of you.

“Do you want coffee, tee or juice?” She asked you heading towards her kitchen, you registered what she said. “Juice is fine!” You answered politely.

You waited for her patiently, your bag on your lap, playing with all of the cool zippers and pockets before her figure came with a tray of what you think is Orange Juice and heart chocolates. You honestly don’t know about this combo of Orange juice and chocolate, but you are here as a guest so you must be grateful for what she offers you.

You took the glass of juice from the tray and took a little sip, she offered you heart chocolates with a little smirk. Your heart told you to not take it but your brain shouted otherwise and you obviously went with your brain.

“Taste these new chocolates, I bought them from a cool shop near here!”

You mumbled a low ‘thank you’ and took a bite from the heart chocolate. “It’s good!” You said with a warm smile on your face. “I know” she smiled back at you, or not a smile, it was more like a grin.

You started the tutoring session, it was going peacefully and perfectly, before you felt your panties soaked, you were so wet that you swore that there is a probably a stain on her couch. But what confused you was,why were you aroused? There was no particular reason for you to be this wet.

You felt that your clit was ten times more sensitive and you felt like a horny rabbit, even the slightest touches of her hand on your burning form was enough to make the most sinful noises come out. She saw how you were biting your lip or stuttering when her knee brushed against yours. The drug finally did it work and she loved seeing you in this vulnerable state.

You tried rubbing your soaked pussy against the couch, but soon stopped due to the noises that threatened to fall. She wrapped her hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your heat.

She started groping and rubbing the soft flesh. And you couldn’t help yourself and you let out a moan, your hand immediately found it way on top of your mouth, your eyes wide at the sound you just let out.

She gave once again one of her dirty chuckles “if you want me to touch you this badly you could just tell me kitty!” Her index and middle finger found it way over your clothed clit and started rubbing it.

“Fuck- baby you have a waterfall down here” your breath hitched, your brain too occupied with pleasure and the feeling of wanting more that you are not processing what she said. She took off your pants and started toying with your soaked pussy, playing with your folds, thrusting her knuckles in then pulling immediately out, or pinching your sensitive pearl.

And suddenly all of her touches were gone. Her sweats were getting too uncomfortable and suffocating for her, with one swift motions her clothing was discarded on the same pile as your pants.

She aligned herself with your walls before pushing in, your virgin pussy suffocating her cock in the most delicious way ever.

“Fuck kitty, your pussy is hugging me so tight.” Her eyes were shut close and yours were too. Your sobs echoed through the room walls, you were desperate for more. Her hips started rocking against yours gently, the head of her cock discovering places nobody has ever visited. She gripped on your waist like she could just collapse any moment, the grip so tight that you are sure there is now a red or purple marks there

“I’m the first and only one who is going to run this pussy” she muttered before her face leaned against yours, her lips swallowing your high pitched moans.

Her pace started being desperate, hammering her hips against yours, sweaty skin slapping sounds echoing, moans and groans the only thing your brain processing. Her lips captured yours, the kiss messy and sloppy, exchanging saliva and her tongues sucking on yours.

Your pussy was now swallowing her length even tighter, “Hanni I-I’m close” you uttered, it was more like a moan but she could understand you.

“M-me too kitty m-me too!” She groaned. Her tips continued abuse made you clench once more around her before your orgasm washed over you, leaving you exhausted. Your first ever orgasm.

You felt your insides being flooded with warm sticky liquid and you realized that she came. She snuggled onto you, her hands wrapping around your exhausted form. And your hands around her neck. You knew that you had to take a shower soon, but you want to enjoy this moment for now.

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elly99 · 10 months

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In The Moonlight

Part 1 of 3. Check here for more details.

Can we go where no one else goes? Can I know what no one else knows? Can we fall in love in the moonlight?

An evening in Milan. Another city that you were dragged along to by your parents. Being expats meant that they had to move around a lot for work. It also meant you were well off, but all you really wanted was to settle down. To have a real home.

You were in Italy for the week for vacation, but you'd return to Korea in a few days, where you'd continue to spend who knows how many years having to make new friends and learn another new language. It was tiring. Forming connections with people only for them to be broken in a few years. Adapting to a new culture only to move again when you were finally getting comfortable.

You also never had lasting relationships as a result. And at this point you were afraid of even trying. But the thought of not having to be alone in hotel rooms anymore always kept you hoping for something. Hoping for a real home. A home in somebody special. Though that was probably always going to be just a dream.

An evening in Milan. Another night with your thoughts running wild. You were out on your balcony watching the lights of the metropolis drown out the stars that you'd much rather see. Only the moon survived. Its light beautiful and comforting.

Then you hear a voice interrupt the drone of the city. It was bright and warm. Sweet. How velvet would sound if you could hear it. It was coming from the room next to yours, through the open balcony door. She seemed to be talking to herself, though you figured it was probably to a phone or camera. You recognized Korean but also English with an Australian accent. An interesting mix, you thought.

"And then there's also a really nice balcony!"

You quickly retreat just beyond sight as she walks out, staying within earshot to still be able to listen to her voice. She reverts back to Korean and, though you'd just started learning, you gathered that she wanted to take some pictures but wasn't very pleased with her skills. The ensuing silence hinted that she was taking the photos now and you couldn't help but sneak a peek.

And there she was. The prettiest girl you'd ever seen to match the prettiest voice you'd ever heard. But with her short stature and her hair in a bun you also found her incredibly adorable. Then you notice what she was wearing. All white and all Gucci. Even for you that was a lot, you admitted. She must have been a model for them, attending the fashion show that week.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice you'd walked out onto your own balcony to get a better glimpse of her. She waves at you and says a quick, "Hi!" before heading back inside. You wave back but she was already gone. Blushing and covering your face with your hands in embarrassment, you chide yourself for staring.

You hear her say, "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" from inside. You stay out on your own balcony for a while, hoping that she'd come back out again eventually, so you could apologize in case you made her uncomfortable. Not hearing anything for a while, you look back at the moonlight and resign yourself to your thoughts again. But right as you're about to head back she reappears.

"Hey! I'm sorry if I was a little loud. I was just filming a vlog."

"Hey, yeah! No problem at all! Sorry for staring. If I was. I can't be sure because I was lost in thought. I was just so, um, curious? About your accent," you half lie. "You were speaking Korean, right? But also..."

"Oh, no worries! And, yeah, it's complicated," she chuckles. "I'm from Australia but I work in Korea and now I'm here for a few days for the Gucci fashion show."

"I can see that," you say, laughing. She laughs, too, and it sounds just as sweet as her voice.

"What about you? What's your business here on this fine evening?" she asks in a mocking tone, keeping up the humorous atmosphere.

"It's complicated," you reply, copying her.

"Care to explain?" she asks with a smile.

"Well, how long do you have?"

"I have all night," she jokes, but something about her eyes tells you she's half serious.

"Ok, give me a few. I'll be right back."

You rush back into your room with the most absurd plan in your head and you called yourself stupid for even considering it. But there was just something about her. A connection. You wondered if she felt it, too. You spent the whole night cursing the universe for how it always ripped your connections apart. But the way she shone in the moonlight made you want to make a new one. It made you reckless. You wanted to get to know her. You were both away from home, on trips that would only last a few days. This would likely be the only time you'd ever see her. So why not do something dumb? What did you have to lose? It was now or never.

You put on your coat and shoes, left your room, and knocked on the door to hers. She opens the door slowly, peeking out from the small gap in the door frame.

"Hey! It's me. I was just wondering if you wanted to... um... go for a walk with me? I know it sounds stupid but I just felt something. Some kind of connection? It might just be me being silly. But I wanted to keep talking with you. This might be the only time we see each other, so I just thought..."

"Hmm, if my manager catches me... or if I'm recognized out there..."

It doesn't seem like she wants to go. But her door is still open.

"And I'm super shy..."

"Oh, yeah, that's completely understandable! It was a ridiculous question anyway. And it's getting late. What was I thinking?" You chuckle nervously, rushing your words. "I-I'm just gonna go..."

"But wait a minute! I wanna go," she says, eyes shifting, not knowing where to look. "I'll go with you."

Her reply freezes you in place. Stunned at her statement, barely believing what you just heard, you stammer, "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Why not? Let's do this."

"Wow, I..."

"Let me just change into a different coat. Something less... um... conspicuous." She laughs and says, "I'll be right back!" then lets the door close behind her.

It was the second time you'd heard her laugh that night and you catch yourself falling for it. Thankfully the door just closed, because you were smiling like an idiot. Smiling because you were sure you'd just met an angel and because she was really coming with you. None of it made sense. But you figured that angels only came to you in dreams anyway.

She comes back out in a blue plaid coat and her hair down. More subdued but just as beautiful. She smiles at you but quickly looks away when your eyes meet. She was indeed super shy. But so were you.

"Let's go! Did you have somewhere to go in mind?"

"The Milan Cathedral is not far from here. Wanna go see it?"

"That sounds lovely!" she affirms, walking by your side.

Now alone in the elevator with her, mirrors on all sides, it was hard not to look at each other. You both fidget nervously but end up making eye contact again. This time you hold it for a bit longer and in the awkward silence you see that she's thinking the same thing. This was happening. You were committed now. In some strange way you were inseparable for the night.

Out on the street you lead the way to the cathedral, while she leads the conversation.

"So! You were going to explain yourself. What are you doing here? Did you keep it to yourself all this time cuz you're trying to kidnap me or something?" She was kidding but you realize that it could be a genuine concern.

"No, no! Of course not! I'm here with family. Just a short vacation."

"So they were with you in the room? Oh my gosh, did they hear me vlogging?"

"Nah, don't worry. They have a separate room. And what would be so bad about them hearing you? You have a really nice voice."

"Aw, thank you! That's really sweet of you."

"I bet you could be a singer."

She laughs to herself. "Yeah, that would be something." After a pause she backtracks. "Wait, so you have a room all to yourself? At that hotel?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You must be..."

"Rich?"

She laughs again. "Yeah. Are you? You must be."

"Well, my parents are. I'm just the fortunate kid who gets unfortunately dragged around wherever they go."

"Why unfortunate? Isn't it nice to see so many different places? Even I don't get to travel that much except for work."

"Well, that's just it. They travel for work most of the time. That means we're constantly moving and I have to adapt to living in different countries all the time."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Experiencing new cultures is always nice!"

"Oh, yeah! Don't get me wrong. It is nice. But then we move when I start to enjoy and get comfortable. When I start making really good friends at school. Then I end up missing so many people or even losing touch with them. It's just a little hard. I mean, I do realize that I am very fortunate. Just not with people I guess."

Awkward silence again as you wait for the traffic light. She doesn't quite know how to answer you, so she asks a new question instead.

"You ever realize how every person you pass by is living their own, very real life? But we pass by so many, maybe make eye contact, and never see them ever again."

"Yeah, definitely. There's a word for that. It's called 'sonder'."

"That's a word?"

"Mmhmm. In the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I'll read the definition to you."

You take out your phone and look it up, somehow proud that you were teaching her something new.

"It's 'the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.'"

"Wow."

"After all that 'wow' is the only thing you can say?"

She laughs yet again. She could only do that so many more times before your heart melted completely.

"I mean what can you say to that, really? Don't act like you had more to say than 'wow' when you first read that. It's just so real."

"Fair enough. But yeah I think about that all the time. All the very real people you could possibly have amazing connections with but you'll just never know what could have been. You'll never get to know them."

"Yeah..."

"So I'm glad I didn't just leave you as that girl vlogging on her balcony. I'm happy you're here with me now."

As the cathedral heaves into view she looks at you and smiles, blushing slightly.

"Me, too."

For a few minutes you stay silent as you find a place to sit and appreciate the majestic monument that stood before you. You settle for a seat around one of the lampposts.

"So tell me! How did you end up in Korea?"

"Oh, I auditioned for a girl group and then..."

"Wait, so you are a singer! I knew it!"

"Yup! I'm just here as an ambassador for Gucci."

"Sorry, I'm new to all the kpop stuff so I probably wouldn't know your group. Or any group for that matter."

"No big deal! We're called NewJeans. I'll play some of our music for you later if you want."

"I'd love that! I actually just moved to Korea, so I'll probably learn a whole lot more about all that soon."

"Oh, really? Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's so cool! What a nice coincidence. Two non-Koreans living in Korea happen to meet in Italy for a night."

Her statement got you thinking. After pondering it for a while you say, "We're here in front of this huge cathedral, so I might as well ask. Do you believe in a higher power?"

"Mmm, I'm not sure."

"Sorry, that may have been too personal."

"No, that's alright. I do think the universe has a way of bringing people together. The right people at the right time. Like how I met my members. And I'm sure you feel that it can take away those people just as easily. But I'd like to think that even if that happens, they'll always stay with you if you really had a connection. They'll always be a part of you. So don't be sad that it's over, be happy that it happened. Or something like that. That's a Dr. Seuss quote, right?"

"Yeah. 'Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.'" And indeed you smile at that thought. "You're right. I'll smile because the universe brought you to me tonight. And even if we might not see each other after tonight, I'll be glad that you happened."

She laughs softly. "Are you always this cheesy?"

"Sorry. I just really liked what you said. Got carried away."

After a few moments of silence she says, "This feels like a dream. Like this shouldn't be happening, but here I am with you, a stranger, yet it feels right. It feels like this time is just ours. Like tonight is whatever we make it and the rest of the world doesn't matter."

"Yeah, I feel that, too." You pause for a few breaths. "It's just sad that tonight will eventually come to an end. We'll eventually wake up from this dream."

"But doesn't that give it more meaning? Knowing that things eventually end is what makes life meaningful, I think. Like, if we were sure we'd meet back in Korea in a few days, would you even have asked me to walk with you?"

"I guess you're right. I probably would've taken it for granted. So again I'll just smile that we have this time together. No matter what happens afterwards."

"And I'll smile that I took a chance with you."

"Let's just make the most of tonight then. Make this our dream together."

"Let's do it."

You spend what feels like hours watching the crowds come and go in front of the cathedral. She shared her music and you shared yours. As the winter night deepened, the wind grew more chilly, but somehow you didn't feel it. Her company was more than enough to keep you warm.

"I love this song! What's it called?"

"Hype Boy! It's really nice, isn't it? We actually have a meme, where if someone asks you a question, you just answer 'NewJeans Hype Boy'."

"So, like, if I ask you, 'Are you feeling cold right now?'"

"NewJeans Hype Boy."

You chuckle. "Gotcha. I see how that could be funny."

Suddenly she lets out a gasp. "Look! The lady over there is selling roses!"

"Wow. This late?"

"I'll buy you one. Hold on."

"I... Wait!" But before you can stop her she's already gone. And as you watch her run excitedly you knew you were falling for her. It was a simple gesture but there was something about her that made it feel like she was buying you the whole world. You see her point towards you as she makes the purchase before running back just as excitedly as she had left.

"She told me you looked like a star in the night and that you deserved more than one. So I bought you a bunch," she says shyly.

"Wow, I... Thank you!" To say that you were overwhelmed would be an understatement.

"And I agree with her. You do seem like a star somehow. Which is why, to answer your question earlier, I'm not cold."

"Me? What about you? You're a whole galaxy!"

Even in the dim light you see her blushing. "Really?"

"Really," you say with a reassuring smile. "Thank you again for these. I love them."

"Sure!"

Then there's silence again for a while.

"I mean, technically we both are stars. Or at least made of stars. Stardust. With their dying breaths old stars explode and release all the elements needed for life into the universe. I've always found comfort in that thought. That's why I like to look up at the stars."

"Is that why you were out on the balcony?"

"Yeah. Until a different star caught my eye."

"Oh, please!"

You giggle at the way you make her shy.

"Now that I think about it, it's similar to what you said earlier. Even when things end, good things can come of them. Just think: there was a star billions of years ago that exploded and its remains eventually coalesced and formed the earth. And then us. And now we're here together."

"That's beautiful."

Quiet returns as you both sit on those thoughts. After a while longer of watching the tourists snap their last pictures for the night and snickering at the locals who scoffed at them, she breaks the silence.

"I love the way the people dissolve into the background. Against the canvas of the city. You know how when you watch a time lapse the environment stays still while everything else moves like a blur. It's like the environment is more resilient to the passage of time."

"I guess that's just how human life is. Sort of quick and transitory. And I think I can relate to that even more. I feel like my life has just been a bunch of snapshots. Blurring together all the places I've been. All the people I've lost..."

She turns to you with a saddened expression.

"But after tonight, after this time with you, I know to make the most of it."

Her frown turns into a smile. "Yeah. It's not so bad that tonight is our only night. Even if it's just a fleeting moment in our lives. I'm so glad to have met you."

"Me, too. Let's just treasure the blurriness and awkwardness of life."

She nods in response and eventually looks back at the cathedral.

"Hey, you don't even know my name, do you?"

"What if we just don't share our names? We said we'd keep tonight like a dream after all."

"I like that."

You exchange smiles but behind them there was something more. You'd exchanged something deeper. A night together. A connection. A communication between the deepest parts of your souls.

"You wanna head back? We should probably get some sleep. I have a plane to catch tomorrow."

"Oh, you're leaving tomorrow?" A hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yeah."

"Sounds good," she replies. "Let's go."

On the way back to the hotel only a few words are shared between the two of you. But that was ok. There was a certain comfort in the silence. A certain comfort in the fact that although you didn't get to know each other's names, favorite colors or food, or what you liked to do on the weekends, you did get to know each other's hearts.

As you approach the door of her hotel room you feel a weight start to build in your chest. Was this really it? You answer yourself out loud.

"I guess this is it."

"Yeah, I guess so," she says as she opens the door and steps through. She turns back around with a smile that came from her heart. "Thank you for tonight. It was amazing."

"And thank you! You helped me change my perspective on a lot of things and for that I'll always be grateful. Tonight was so special."

She already has her hand on the doorknob but she can't bring herself to close the door. Her eyes dart from the floor, to you, then back to the floor. Finally, she makes eye contact with you and you see something like longing in her gaze.

"You wanna... come in? Stay with me for a while?"

You chide yourself for even entertaining the thought. This wasn't right. How could it be? You'd just met. But you also agreed that tonight would be a dream. A dream you both shared and made together. You weren't going to back down now. All you had was tonight.

"NewJeans Hype Boy," you say with a grin.

She had to cover her mouth to muffle her laughter in case she woke up the whole hallway. "Nice one. I thought we were having a moment there and you pull that one on me. But is that a 'yes'?"

"Of course. I'd love to stay."

For the first time that night she takes your hand and pulls you through the doorway.

You spend the time together on her balcony, talking about anything and everything, continuing to listen to each other's music, looking up at the moon. And with her in the moonlight you thought you felt something like love.

But there was that inevitability. Eventually you had to go.

As you stood at the doorway, preparing to leave, it was you this time who couldn't close the door. You couldn't let her go. Not after tonight.

"Hey, I... I don't want to do this. I know we said we'd keep tonight special, like a dream, but I don't want to lie to myself. I don't wanna lie to you. I can't do this. This can't be the last time. Can we..."

"Meet again?" She holds your hand gently and looks up at you.

You nod in response.

"I was hoping you'd say that. I don't think I could've let you go, either."

Then, to your surprise, she pulls you back in through the door and wraps her arms around you. An embrace so warm, not just because of her coat, but because she wanted you to stay. And from then on your lives were inextricably linked.

"Here's my phone. Give me yours."

As she enters her number you try to catch her name but she quickly moves your phone out of sight.

"Let's stick to the deal. We're strangers for tonight. Don't look until tomorrow, ok?"

You can only smile and nod at her proposition. Whether she was aware of it or not, she had done everything right that night to make you fall for her.

"I'll be quite busy tomorrow and I know you'll be on a plane, but text me when you can."

"I will. Thank you again for tonight. It meant everything to me."

"No, thank you! You made tonight unforgettable." And there goes her smile again. Tugging at your heartstrings.

You open the door for the last time and step out of her room.

"Good night."

"Good night! Sweet dreams!"

Back in your own room you knew you had no need for sweet dreams. She was the sweetest dream you could possibly have had that night. You fall asleep knowing you had fallen for her completely.

And when you wake up the next morning you knew that she wasn't just a dream. She was real. As real as the roses beside your bed. Because her number was in your phone. And her name was Hanni.

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