Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 46 - Pack Up and Go

Han's pretty eyes are the first thing you see when you open yours. The level of adoration on his face is too much, and you can't help but giggle and hide your face under the covers as he sings, "Good morning!" He digs you out, planting a kiss on your forehead. He's so adorable. I swear to god I would marry this man.

The thought startles you and you sit up quickly. "What time is it?"

"It's 9, and I've got nothing to do until 2 but hang out with youuuu... How do you feel?"

You look around. "Did Minho go back to his room?"

"He did," Han says, taking your face in his hand and gently turning it to his. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, as far as I can tell. I just woke up." He nods understandingly, holding your face just long enough to give you a kiss. He releases you and rolls out of the bed to look out the window, lifting the curtains and standing naked in the morning sunlight. He excitedly starts pointing out landmarks he can see, but you aren't listening. His lithe body takes your breath away for the hundredth time. You let your eyes travel all the way up his slim but muscular legs, perfect little ass, deliciously trim waist and strong, wide back and shoulders. He turns his head, giving you his gorgeous profile, and your desire comes back to you with a vengeance.

"Jisung..." you whisper, the lust so strong you can't even speak out loud. He turns to look at you, giving you that devilish smile when he sees you squirming in the bed, clutching the sheets in front of you.

"Yes, baby?" He's teasing me. He knows full well what I want -

"I need you," you choke. It's unreal how much.

"You need me? Lil' old me?"

"There's nothing little about you, Jisung." Your eyes are stuck to his growing erection, your mouth literally watering.

"Hmmm... I guess if you're feeling okay..."

"I feel amazing, better than ever before in my life, now please for the love of god come fuck me... or I'm calling Minho back over. I bet he will - "

Jisung is already pushing you down, kissing your mouth quiet. "Fuck Minho. You're mine," he growls. His hand pushes your legs apart and his fingers slide through your pussy lips and into you as he kisses you, just a couple of them, and he groans when you clench down on them. "Ahhhh, sweet baby, that's so tight!" He pushes up and looks down your body so he can see what his fingers are doing, shoving them in deeper until they're buried knuckle deep inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit. Your tits trembling underneath him are irresistible, and he leans down to suck one nipple hard into his hot mouth, then the other. He fingerfucks you until you loosen up enough for him to slide in a third. You moan his name as he stretches you out. "Good girl... that's my good girl, nice and wet for me," he whispers, lips at your ear now, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into your mouth. He watches, his eyes half-closed and bottom lip bit with lust, as you suck your taste off of them.

"Are you ready for me?" You don't get a chance to answer, nor did you need to. His hips slide between your thighs and he sinks into your wetness with a quivering intake of breath, followed by a long, soft moan. "My god you feel so good," he groans, bottoming out. You arch your back and bite his shoulder, bucking under him to make him start moving. Han does move, albeit tantalizingly slowly, his dick dragging against your insides as you close up around his withdrawal and he opens you back up, repeatedly.

You love it until you need more, harder, faster. You whimper frantically - Han understands and speeds up slowly, his thrusts coming harder, harder, harder, until he's wearing you out. He pushes your legs up against your sides and rails you so hard you have to gasp for breath at the right time or you won't breathe at all, his hips knocking the air out of you each time he slams his thick cock in. When he's not snarling or groaning his mouth ravages yours, teeth nipping your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth, moaning into you, all the while never losing his impeccable rhythm.