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After Lollapalooza an 18+ Han short fanfic // MDNI

Dedication: to all the Han Jisung fans who nearly died after the Lollapalooza Paris show.

You get back to the hotel after the show to wait for your bf Jisung. He arrives still full of adrenaline and still dressed in his performance outfit.

18+ // female reader + Han Jisung // smut // explicit sexual content// masturbation // vaginal Sex // established relationship // explicit language

The crowd was going wild. The screams were deafening. They were screaming for the men on stage. Stray Kids. You loved all of the members, but there was one you loved the most. Han fucking Jisung. Your Han fucking Jisung.

Everyone who saw Han rap, knew he had a skilled, fast and deadly tongue. They didn’t need to have first hand experience to know that his skilled, fast and deadly tongue could cause earth shattering orgasms if it were between their legs, or latched onto any body part, really.

You squeezed your legs together, hoping to lessen the desire that was pooling in your core. Fuck he looked amazing tonight. With fluffy long hair falling in his face and the the all black outfit. The dark eye makeup coupled with the outfit gave him an emo look. You knew everyone was going absolutely feral for him. You didn’t realise you were so into this look too, usually preferring his hair off of his face and an undercut at the back. But, it didn’t take you long to realise that him sporting a new look every few months was actually a lot of fun. It kind of spiced things up a bit. Not that you needed things to be spiced up with this man. He knew how to keep you on your toes in the bedroom, showing you so many different colours to how he liked to make love to you, or fuck you.

You felt a buzz of pride wash over you as you watched them like a fool with a silly smile plastered all over your face. You were so proud of how far Han and Stray Kids had come over the past little while, and you couldn’t believe you would actually get to be here in Paris witnessing history for these young men.

After the sexy emo look, Han was then in a red oversized tshirt. You had noticed that tonight’s outfits hid his package too well. You (and every other Jisung fan out there) fucking loved copping an eye full of his bulge. But the audience was blessed with some wardrobe malfunctions from Chan and Minho, which you were sure would go viral over the next few days. You wondered if it was planned. You knew they were sneaky. And you knew they loved to tease.

You gazed at your boyfriend. How Han looked right now, with baggy pants and the oversized thsirt, coupled with that hair… it reminded you of the boys you used to crush on at school. When lust, hormones and angst made your heart rate kick up, and you felt like someone had punched you in the chest when they’d brush against your arm. It reminded you of that boy that broke your heart when you were younger. It had felt like the end of the world, and you swore and that you’d never get over him.

But Han… you knew he was in it forever. But it didn’t stop you from sometimes worrying that this was too good to be true, and that it could all come crashing down around you. The world really would feel like it was ending if that happened.

You shook the fear of the unknown, and the nostalgia of your past, away. Tonight was about new, happy memories.

Han was absolutely on fire tonight. His confidence, his swag, his energy were off the Scoville Scale. You knew you were in for an incredible time after the show. You couldn’t wait to see how he was going to fuck you tonight.

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You arrived back at the hotel first. You showered and put on your new lingerie. Black and red lacy panties and matching lace push up bra. They were expensive. They were new. And Han hadn’t seen them before. He was in for a treat.

You took your attention to the bed, making sure everything was just right. You turned on the lamps, doing your best to create some mood lighting, and slipped into bed with a glass of champagne. You pulled out your phone to scroll through the content fans had taken from the show, and you were impressed at how quickly content was being uploaded. Stays were fucking dedicated that was for sure.

Your heart stopped when you came across a clip of Han rapping to God’s menu. The wind blowing his hair, and the gold trimmed robe, made him look like a god. He was so fine. So sexy. So talented. You bit into your bottom lip, imagining that man on top of you. Devouring you. Imagining his mouth nibbling on your neck. Biting your nipples. Sucking your clitoris. A breathy sigh escaped your lips. You watched the clip on repeat as you fantasised about the man on the screen. Your body temperature began to rise as your brain filled with thoughts of him sinking into you, rolling his hips against you and whispering obscene things in your ear in English or Korean. It didn’t matter which language he used, it turned you on.

You downed the last of your champagne setting the glass on the bedside table. With one hand still holding the phone, your other hand drifted down your stomach and over your black lace panties. You were already wet and ready for Han fucking Jisung. The ache so unbearable that you considered relieving yourself of the tension.

You weren’t sure how long you were going to have to wait until he arrived so you made a judgment call.

You fumbled around the bedside table for your earbuds, plugged them into your phone, pushed the buds into your ears, and turned the volume up loud. You watched your talented lover on the screen as his voice resounded loud in your ears.

Your finger edged underneath the side of your panties, and glided through your wetness. God you felt swollen and so ready to be touched. To be fucked. You explored your delicate inner labia, spreading yourself open. You loved it when Han would spread your lips apart. He’d often sigh when he did, like he was looking at you for the first time, every time. He’d always lick his lips while he watched his fingers, or his cock slide in and out of your body. You imagined it was his fingers touching you.

Next, you dragged your fingertips up to your clitoris, applying pressure to your swollen, hard bud. You felt the warmth and tension in your core intensify and spread throughout your body like liquid.

Your breath was heavy now, and you were allowing yourself to moan. Low, long, breathy moans. Your fingers moved back down to explore your entrance, and you felt compelled to spread your legs as wide as you could. You were practically dripping in arousal, and as you sunk two fingers into your vagina you leg out a primal, guttural groan.

Your breath picked up even more, turning into shallow pants. Your moans becoming short whimpers. You were so close. You could feel the coil low in your pelvis tighten, ready to snap at any second. The palm of your hand rubbed your clitoris as your fingers dug into your g-spot.

Your eyes were glued to the man on the screen, while his husky voice was in your ears. You fucking loved this man with every cell of your being.

Your motions sped up, becoming more rough, more needy, and your hips started to rock against your palm and fingers. Sweat beaded on your brow as you fucked yourself on your hand, chasing your release like your life depended on it.

And then your were there. Tipped over the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Your back arched off the bed. Your walls pulsed around your fingers. The release was so strong that all you could do when it was over was lay still, close your eyes and try to catch your breath.

You could barely move, but you managed to rip the earbuds out of your ears and throw your phone down on the bed beside you. You were still panting and your heart was pounding.

“That was so fucking hot, babe, but I really need to fuck you now.”

Your eyes sprang open and you lifted your head towards the voice that spoke.

Han fucking Jisung. Standing at the end of the bed. Red tshirt, messy hair. Makeup and sweat mingled together and dried on his skin. Tongue poking out hungrily. And his big, hard, pretty dick in his hand.

“Han!” You choke on his name. “How long have you… how much did see?”

Han smirked. “Oh baby I saw everything.” He said slyly.

You felt yourself blush, but it was too late to be all embarrassed in front of him. Instead, you decided to play sexy. “And did you like what you saw?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Baby. Do you know how hard it was to hold back?” He sighed. “You even packaged yourself up nicely for me… I can barely contain myself.” He said gruffly looking you up and down.

“But,” he climbed up onto the bed, taking your legs and spreading them so he could kneel between them. “You know if you wanted to come to my rapping or singing, all you had to do was ask?” He rubbed his thumb over your inner thighs, biting into his lip and then snarling. You loved it when he did that with his mouth.

“Or maybe you were just too needy tonight, that you couldn’t be patient and wait for me?” His hand skimmed over your panties causing your breath to hitch. “Did my performance make you that horny that you had to finger fuck yourself? Couldn’t even wait for me.” His finger slid through your lips. You were so swollen and engorged, far more than earlier, and so fucking wet. Han sucked in a breath through his teeth. “So wet.” He stated.

He brought his glistening finger up to his mouth and licked your wetness off of it. “I’ve missed this.” He said savouring your taste. He’d tasted you only that morning, but the way he acts like a starving man only turns you on more.

You began to whimper again. Han was there now, ready to ravish you, practically straight from the stage and into the bedroom. His eyes were dark, hooded and full of lust. You knew he needed a fast, rough release. You knew he’d still be full of adrenaline. You knew he was going to pound your brains out. And you couldn’t wait.

You loved Han no matter how he wanted to have sex with you. Sometimes he was playful and cheeky. Other times he’d make love to you tenderly and slow. And other times he’d fuck you like he was like a wild animal. But no matter how he gave you love, he always made sure you knew you were the most beautiful, perfect creature he’d ever laid eyes on, and that he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I couldn’t wait for you Han,” you panted and swallowed hard. “You were so fucking sexy out there tonight… do you know how much your fans wanted you? How much I wanted you?”

Han hovered over you, resting his arms on the mattress on either side of your body. His face inches from yours. His fluffy hair falling onto your face. His leaking cock squashed between your bodies.

“There was something about you tonight, baby.” You reached up with both hands to brush his hair out of his face, holding it out of his eyes so you could get a good look at him. Han swallowed hard. “You were perfect out there. So hot. So sexy. So fuckable.” You whispered. “Did it feel good? Being out there on stage?”

Han nodded “It felt fucking amazing.” He whispered back.

Han loved praise and approval. “I need to you to give me that same intensity… that same confidence… right now.” You pulled him to nuzzle your neck. “Own me like you owned the stage, Han…please….” You begged.

Han growled and bit down into your neck making you welp.

“Fuck me as hard as you rap, Han. Use your mouth like you do when you’re performing.” Your voice was a mixture of demanding and begging, and it spurred Han on.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Dressed like this… dressed up for me… only for me.” his hands explored your body roughly, kisses landing on your mouth, face, neck. “I’m going to make you feel incredible.” He grunted, as he leaned back on his knees and took a long, lustful look at you. He reached down to your panties, hooking his fingers around the side and tearing them right off you, making you gasp, and throwing them to side.

Han made no attempt to remove his clothes as he resumed his position hovering over you, hooking an arm under one of your thighs snd hoisting your leg his shoulder.

With his free hand he pumped his cock a few times, before positioning the tip at your entrance. You lifted his shirt up his body far enough it wouldn’t interfere with his movements, but also so you could both watch that initial thrust as he squeezed himself into your pussy.

You both sighed in relief. “Fuck…. Baby…you’re so… tight… shit...” He huffed.

You pulled him down on top of you and wrapped your legs around his ass to pull him deeper.

You always loved the feeling of Han filling you up, stretching you, dragging his smooth cock against your walls. You loved his cock in any of your orifices, your body gladly accepted it. Your body craved it.

Han fucked you with abandon. You knew he would. He was so hyped up earlier, and you knew performing would only energise him further.

Obscene, wet noises filled the room and the slapping of skin on skin becoming louder and more impactful.

Han’s hips snapped rhythmically and relentlessly, and he grunted with each thrust. Each punch into your cervix made you whimper.

“I’m not hurting you am I baby?” He huffed but didn’t slow down, actually tried to go even deeper.

“In the best way.” You managed to respond. Tears were welling up in your eyes as Han started to slam even harder into you.

“I need you to take it for me…” he grunted “can you do that for me?”

“Mmmh..hmm… I… can take it… please… don’t stop.” The words were jolted out of you with each thrust.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself to the moment. His hair was damp with sweat, beads of it running down the strands and dropping on you. You didn’t care. In fact you loved a sweaty Han.

He leaned down and smashed his mouth on yours, the hot, wet breath mingling with yours. His tongue penetrated your mouth, finding your tongue. Your bodies connected at both ends and moving rhythmically together.

Your hands slid up his back, his tshirt stuck to his back with sweat.

“I fucking love you… baby…” he whimpered and he dug his fingers into your hips and squeezing the flesh.

Everything suddenly became too much and you were pushed over the precipice, squeezing and shaking around Han’s cock.

“You look… you feel… so good when you come, baby.” He cried. “I’m gonna… I’m…” Han squeezed his eyes closed and let his mouth hang open as he painted your insides with his release, and letting out a loud cry.

Fuck, you loved his come face.

“Fuck… baby…” he panted, collapsing on top if you. “You were perfect.”

“So were you Han.” You wrapped your arms around him hugging him tight. “Do you feel better after that?” You cooed.

“Hmmm….so… much….better.” He hummed.

He suddenly lifted his head to look at you, grinning.

“What is it?” You laughed. “What are you smirking at?”

“Let’s have shower. And then…” he paused “No…Let’s have a big drink of water, then a shower. Then…” he wriggled his eyebrows “we have snuggly sex? Naked snuggly sex.”

You grinned like an idiot. You couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

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