Chapter Text
Zhang Hao has died and gone to heaven, she is certain of it.
That would make Sung Hanbin an angel—one of mercy, of grace. She towers above Hao, her eyes and smile sharp, cutting right through Hao's soul to the darkest depths.
From the moment Hanbin had shoved Hao onto the bed and demanded that Hao stay still and look pretty as Hanbin uses her cock, Hao had ascended.
It is all Hao has ever wanted, and she almost feels guilty for indulging, for allowing herself to be spoiled and catered to so thoroughly. No one has had her like this—nor ever will, if she is able to have her way.
Hanbin reminds her that this is what she wants too.
"Feels so good, baby," she sighs, lips shining with a mixture of gloss and Hao's spit. Hanbin swivels her hips with a deadly precision, taking Hao's strap deeper. All Hao can do is stare in awe. Her own arousal sits heavily in her tummy, warm and pulsating as Hanbin stokes it.
Stunned, Hao's arms sit uselessly by her sides, even though she itches to reach out and touch, feel the softness of Hanbin's breasts and waist and thighs beneath her fingertips. She won't, though—she will be good, obey Hanbin's order.
There are no complaints from Hao, however, as Hanbin makes a show of it all, gropes at her breasts as she rides Hao, slow and steady. Her pretty brown nipples are perky and aroused from the harsh pinches Hanbin keeps giving them. "Enjoying the view?" Hanbin giggles, melodic and enchanting, a siren call amidst a stormy sea—Hao's saviour.
Hao wets her lips and nods, and scrambles to reply, "Yes, baobei," when Hanbin raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow in disapproval at her silence.
This is the first time, yet Hao is attuned to every little signal and nonverbal instruction—as with every other part of their lives and personalities, they slot together perfectly. It is unexpected, had actually been the barrier that had prevented Hao from pursuing Hanbin romantically. She was fairly certain it would end how all of her relationships had, with a bitter taste and lack of fulfilment when it comes to the bedroom.
Hao is assertive in most matters—she pursues what she wants, brimming with ambition and confidence that often gives people the wrong idea. Many partners had expressed disappointment in how she acted in the bedroom. She wasn't dominant enough, she wasn't rough enough, she simply wasn't enough. As she quickly found out, no one seems to be interested in a whiny top that wants to be bossed around. Especially not one that enjoys being in charge in every other situation.
So, that is how she and Hanbin had started. A friendship that blossomed into something much more, but Hao hadn't dared to take things further, for her sake, for Hanbin's sake. She knew exactly how it would go, and even if it made her unbearably sad, she didn't want to lose Hanbin.
One night of lingering touches and sparks of electricity had worn down Hao's resolve. Not to mention Hanbin. Fuck, she looked amazing, as always, but tonight—Hao hadn't been able to tear her eyes away from her glowing beauty. Apparently, Hanbin had felt the same, as one cocktail later she had all but dragged Hao out of the bar and hailed a taxi back to Hao's apartment.
Fully prepared to fake her way through this one encounter, to take care of Hanbin, Hao had steadied herself and attempted to put on a front.
It had lasted about two minutes—crumbled apart the moment Hanbin had shoved Hao onto the bed.
And now here she is, laid against her own sheets as Hanbin takes, shamelessly uses Hao in a way she had only dreamed of.
That damned dress is still on Hanbin, tugged down so that her breasts spill out, and hiked up past her hips so that Hao can watch how skilfully she takes Hao's cock. She isn't wearing panties, a fact that had knocked the wind right out of Hao's lungs upon discovering. To think that Hao could've sank to her knees right there in the bar and serviced Hanbin—her cunt pulses hotly.
"Getting tired," Hanbin sighs after a few more minutes, words warped by her pout. It's an order dressed as a simple statement—she wants Hao to take over.
Hungrily, eager to please, Hao gets Hanbin onto all fours and slides her cock in once again, fingers digging in to her soft hips as she begins to thrust. Unsure movements, testing the waters. It is so incredibly uncharacteristic of Hao to be like this—but she wants to make Hanbin feel good.
"Are you a teenage boy?" Hanbin hisses out, and turns her head to pierce Hao with a fierce glare. Shame curls deliciously inside of Hao. "No?" Hanbin prompts when she gets no reply—Hao shakes her head, cheeks reddening, as she avoids making eye contact. "Then stop fucking me like a virgin, Hao-jie. Fuck me properly or not at all."
A pathetic keen builds in Hao's throat, the words fuelling her arousal immensely. Hanbin doesn't know that Hao likes this, finds pleasure in being spoken down to. Well, she didn't, but Hao is sure she knows now.
"Yes, miss," Hao utters, transfixed by the way Hanbin's ass jiggles with every thrust, how slick spills from her cunt, covers her inner thighs and Hao's strap.
Hanbin giggles, drawing Hao's attention back to her face. "Miss?"
"Oh! I—I'm sorry, I can get a little carried away—"
"I like it."
Hao can tell that Hanbin means it. Utterly pleased, Hao blushes and ducks her chin to her chest, mumbling, "Thank you, miss," as she continues to drive her cock into Hanbin. Deep and hard thrusts that make Hanbin's toes curl and her back arch further. The dress is hiked up around her waist now, a truly erotic sight. A stark contrast to Hao, who Hanbin had stripped naked and practically shoved into the harness of the strap-on the moment they entered her bedroom.
"So polite, jiejie," Hanbin coos, gasping when Hao pushes in to the hilt and grinds, and then continues on, "That's much better, just like that, baby," all breathy and strung out.
A shiver runs down Hao's spine, nerves tingling at the praise. Emboldened, Hao picks up the pace again, fingers digging harshly into the softness of Hanbin's hips, gripping for purchase so that she can deliver each ram of her cock with a precision that has Hanbin yelling and thrashing.
God, Hao could cum like this. She might—each jostle of the base of the strap against her throbbing clit sends zips of pleasure through her groin. Paired with the sight and sound of Hanbin in the throes of ecstasy, it would be impossible for Hao not to be incredibly close.
Hanbin's manicured nails rake across the sheets, grasping the soft material in a bid to ground herself as she bounces to meet each movement of Hao's. "So fucking good," she moans airily, and Hao preens once more.
One of her hands disappear, and from the way Hanbin's body bends and bows, Hao knows exactly where it has gone. Her own breaths are ragged, slightly worn from the exertion, from fucking Hanbin so hard and consistently for the past few minutes—she refuses to stop and rest, though. Not when she can see the moment Hanbin cums, legs shaking as her orgasm rips through her. It becomes harder to thrust from how tightly she clenches around Hao's length, but Hao perseveres. Only when Hanbin chokes out a weak command for Hao to stop, does she come to a halt.
"Hanbin-ah," Hao rasps, finally catching her breath. A warmth is sitting heavily in her tummy, spreading deliciously between her thighs, begging for attention. She quivers, taut with desire. "Need to cum, please."
The words snap Hanbin out of her post-orgasmic delirium. With trembling arms, Hanbin pulls herself up and pushes Hao back onto the bed, situating herself between Hao's legs. Nudging the strap-on out of the way, she delves in, licking a wide strip from Hao's leaking cunt all the way up to her clit.
Without thinking, Hao tangles her hands in Hanbin's long hair, tugging and pulling, practically riding Hanbin's face, frantic whines and whimpers spilling from her lips as she tips over the edge. It should be embarrassing, how quickly she cums, but she can't really bring herself to care when Hanbin is wrapping her lips around Hao's clit and sucking, hard, overstimulating her until she is begging for mercy.
"Enough, ah, aaahh," Hao cries out, "Too much, please, Hanbin-ah, miss!"
She doesn't use the word stop, something that Hanbin points out when she finally extracts herself from Hao's pussy, face glistening with Hao's release. The realisation hits Hao like a truck, because she really didn't. She squirms at the implications, at how easily she had submitted herself to Hanbin, allowed her to take whatever she pleased.
Hanbin doesn't push any further, though, and crawls over Hao's prone body to capture her lips in a gentle kiss, something so tender that Hao tries her hardest not to assign any meaning to it.
Quietly, comfortably, they clean up, and the sight of Hanbin in one of Hao's t-shirts sends a wave of possessiveness crashing over her, almost unbearable. Her teeth hurt, her heart too. A question lingers in the air, thickening it to the point that it begins to choke Hao.
Not for long—Hanbin, sweet and thoughtful Hanbin, cuts to the chase the moment they slide into bed. Kind and gentle, as always, she simply states, "I like unnie a lot."
Hao's heart thuds dully in her chest, still unsure. "I like Hanbinnie a lot, too."
"As more than a friend?"
Although Hanbin is asking such a bold question, her voice is subdued, a little timid. A small giggle escapes from Hao at the absurdity of it all—here they lie, shy after such lewd acts. "Yes… I never—in the past, I've never had someone match me so perfectly like this."
"No one has ever wanted to put you in your place, huh?" Hanbin is smirking, Hao can hear it, even if the other girl is tucked into Hao's chest right now. "A shame, really. They don't know what they're missing out on. Who doesn't love having a pretty girl at their service?"
Heat steadily spreads across Hao's face, all the way down to her tummy, a pleasant warmth. "Lots of people, apparently," she answers, a tad bitter. It isn't anyone's fault for having preferences, it just hurts to have been rejected countless times because she doesn't seem to live up to the expectations of others.
"Well, they don't matter," Hanbin states, matter-of-fact. "Not anymore." She pauses, laughing a little before adding, "I might even scare you off, unnie, I've been told I'm a lot to handle."
"I can take it."
That, Hao is certain of—even more so when Hanbin decides to challenge her assertion by climbing onto her lap, staring down at Hao with a hungry look. "You can handle me taking what I want, when I want it? Trust me when I say I'm insatiable, jiejie."
Fuck, Hanbin isn't wrong, because Hao can feel the dampness of her panties against Hao's bare thigh.
"I would love that," Hao utters, dazed and taken completely by how perfect Hanbin is for her. Part of her is convinced this must be a dream. "I'll take care of you."
She pushes her thigh against Hanbin's heat, a slight movement to test the waters. In response, Hanbin bears down, grinds languidly without skipping a beat. One of her hands trails up the front of Hao's shirt until her fingers rest over the elegant length of Hao's neck. She applies pressure, light but enough that Hao can feel it—knocks her dizzy, along with Hanbin's next words, bold and certain.
"Yes, you will."