Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 36 - Two Weeks

You met Han in the lobby, shocked at how much you'd missed him once you saw his face. Not only how much you missed him, but how incredibly hot he was. Those sparkling but haunted eyes. The perfect pouty lips. His body was made for fashion and he took on the challenge, wearing cool and weird clothes alike, making it all look like art. You couldn't help but simp for him. He greeted you with a big smile, slipping his arms around your waist and kissing you sweetly before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"Well, do you still love me?" he asked, his smile infectious.

"Yes I do, and I'll love you even more if you feed me. I'm starving."

Your morning had been slightly strenuous, thanks to Changbin and his never-ending libido. You'd finally gotten him to settle for a massage, which knocked him out completely (but made you super horny); you could only hope he woke up before time to go to the venue.

You took Han to a little diner you knew of and the two of you ate lunch, though to be honest you spent more time just looking at him adoringly as the two of you talked. He, however, finished his double burger, fries, and had a slice of pie. The man could eat anything and never gain an ounce. He motioned for the check and leaned back in the booth, stretching. You watched, admiring his lissome figure.

"Do you want to do anything special tonight?" you asked him, sitting back as the waitress took your plates.

"You," he grinned. "You're special and I want to do you."

You laughed. "Okay, then, after the show - "

"I'm doing you," he said confidently. He looked at you a moment, dropping the silliness. "You know what? I want to fuck you all the time, and I mean all the time. But I'd be just as happy if we just hung out together. So I hope you don't ever feel like - "

You stopped him mid-sentence with a finger on his adorable lips. "I never feel anything but happiness when I'm with you, Jisung. I don't care if we're fucking or fighting."

He looked at you wide eyed. "Have we ever fought?"

"Well there was that time with the pizza..."

"That was Hyunjin's fault! He should have given you the last piece."

"I didn't want it! He's a full grown man and needed it way more than I did, anyway. I still think you shouldn't have been mean to him."

"He can take it. Believe me."

"He pouted and I almost went with him that night instead," you said sulkily.

"I would have killed you both."

"You could have joined in," you grinned.

Han looked thoughtful. "Do you like it better with two of us? Three?"

"It has its charms. It depends on my mood. But I'm always perfectly happy one on one, too." You looked at him closely. "Do you like it when we're joined by one of the others?"

Han looked down at his hands, holding yours across the table. Suddenly the waitress appeared with the check. It was a different waitress than the one who'd served you, and you immediately got a tingling on the back of your neck and withdrew your hands from his.

She lay the check down in front of him, never taking her eyes from his face. "I'm sorry, but are you Han Jisung?" The girl was quivering, her apron clutched in her fists. Oh shit.

Han leaned back, cool as a cucumber, and put his finger to his lips. "Shhhhh," he said, then flashed a million watt smile. She visibly swayed.

"I can't believe it. Oh my god. I'll be at your show tonight! Can I please have a picture? I'm such a huge fan. Actually my best friend is even a bigger fan, and you're her bias, so please!?"