Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 22 - The Confusion

It wasn't that you were in love. You weren't in love, you told yourself. You might be in very hard like, though. You knew this when you decided to go to Han; you had pushed it down all this time, trying to avoid being alone with him - and then you stupidly thought you should test yourself. Just to see if you were over it. See if you could be with him without that unwanted emotion raising its head. It was hard, but you knew it was the only way to get over it. Just do it until you were numb. That was the plan.

Now here you were, both of you admitting some feels, and that was the wrong direction if you planned on keeping yourself out of trouble. Han was holding you, worrying out loud about the situation, and you pushed away gently and grabbed him by the shoulders. There was one easy way out of this moment, and you knew it - distraction.

"Han. Let's not get tangled up in this. We both know it's gonna be hard... but I know what's harder." You smiled slyly at him, running your hand down his pants to his dick, which was indeed getting harder. The scent of him, so close to you, was making you crazy. He groaned. "Okay," he said determinedly. "If that's what you want, I will damn sure give it to you."

Han didn't waste any time, dropping to his knees in front of you and lifting your skirt, putting his head under it as his fingers hooked into the crotch of your panties and yanked them down your thighs. He planted a firm kiss right on top of your clit, his hands sliding around to your ass, then he went to work with his mouth until you could no longer stand. That fucking tongue! "Hannie," you gasped, trying to pull him out from under your skirt by the hair. "I'm gonna fall down if you don't stop." Han took one more long swipe up your slit with his tongue, then stood and picked you up completely like you were a bride, taking you to the bed.

Han laid you down and removed your clothes with deft fingers, gentle but firm, shushing your comments. That was one of the things you really found attractive about him - he was just dominant enough to make you feel like he could take care of you, but he was careful and considerate about how he did it. Not that he couldn't play rough when you wanted it - but his default was exactly what you liked most of the time.

For a long moment, he just stood over you, humming in appreciation. You finally sat up and reached for his zipper, tired of waiting. You unfastened his pants and brought his cock out - god you missed it! - and kissed the tip, making Han shudder and rip his shirt off. He backed up long enough to kick his pants off and then he stood again, holding his dick to your mouth. You happily went to work on it. Even the taste of him triggered desire in you, remembering the first time you'd tasted him, with Lee Know between your legs. Han was holding your head in his hands now, and you let him fuck your mouth, setting his own pace. When he started shaking, he backed away and bent over to kiss you as he pushed you back onto the mattress and slid between your legs.

There were few things in life, you had decided, better than the feeling of Han's wide cock stretching you open. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as he drove into you; you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his lean waist and pulled him deeper. Han groaned, head dropping to your neck as your warmth swallowed him whole. "I fucking missed you so much," he murmured. He pushed back up on his athletic arms, locking eyes with you as he slowly withdrew, then slid back in. It felt just as good every time he sunk into you, like you were newly opened, like he was the first who'd ever been there. You grabbed his shoulders, rising your hips to meet his thrusts, loving his reaction every time you squeezed down on him.

You loved the sounds he made. You could hear reflections of those sounds once in a while when he was performing, and subsequently listening to him sing or rap always made you a little wet, ever since that first weekend you spent with him. You made a game of trying to get the sexiest moans out of him, and it usually didn't take long for your body to respond once you got him going. He'd always been able to make you come without a lot of effort, though he certainly never slacked on it.