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Room 143 Series: A Han Jisung 18+ fanfic - Part 1 - A Night to Remember (the beginning of the 143 Series)

Premise: If someone told me I would spend a night with Han Jisung, I would have laughed in your face.

Stray Kids are in Sydney Australia for their Maniac concerts, and so am I. Little did I know that I would be staying at the same hotel as them, or what was going to unfold that night.

Characters: Han/ OFC, Very little mentions of Stray Kids Ensemble.

Trigger Warnings/ Warnings: smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, sex toys, mild spanking, angst, romantic feelings, videotaping sex, cum eating, explicit language, making love, anal sex.

This is an adult 18+ story.

Approx 22k words

If someone had told me that I would have one night with Han Jisung, I would have laughed in your face.

[ Han heard my frustrated, pathetic cry. “Tell me what you need me to do.” He whispered huskily between kisses.

“Touch me, Han.” I breathed, and I reached down to touch his hand on my thigh. “Please.” My voice was barely audible.

He let out a shaky breath and looked down to where our hands were resting together on my leg. My hand slid back up his arm to grip his bicep, and he slowly inched his fingers up the inside of my leg, his hungry eyes following his hand as it disappeared under my skirt. ]

Sophie pov Earlier that day…

It was finally Tuesday, and I woke up in the hotel room with excitement. Tonight was the night. Stray Kids were having their Sydney concerts tonight and tomorrow night and I was going to both! YES!

I flicked the sheet off of me but continued to lay there trying to ground myself that I was actually going to see them in real life. They would be in the same place as me. At the same time. I squealed and flapped my arms and legs around in excitement. I was such a nerd.

Sydney had been hot this week. February was the hottest month of the year in Australia, but this week was outrageously hot, and STAYS were getting worried about the outfits they had chosen for the night. It was definitely not the weather for black pants and boots, or any of the punk/goth-like attire many had planned to wear. I’d been sweating for days! I hoped the boys would be able to cope tonight. They had already performed two concerts in Melbourne, and that city had had a heatwave too.

I had arrived at the hotel yesterday evening, to give myself a little bit of a mini break from my busy life, and, because I didn’t know anyone who liked Kpop, my mini break was also a solo one.

But that didn’t bother me at all. I knew from the STAY’s Facebook group that many were going to the concerts solo. I loved the idea that young people these days are happy to enjoy the things that light them up, even if no one else they know likes it. I am a slightly older STAY. Early thirties. So doing things independently doesn’t seem as big a deal as it would have 15 years ago. I was fine with flying solo.

I checked the time on my phone. 8am. I had too many hours to kill, and decided I’d go and have some breakfast and then go do a workout in the hotel’s gym. That should pass some time and get a smidge of my pent up excitement out of my restless body.

I went down to the restaurant where breakfast was your standard “Continental breakfast”, and I filled up on pastries and orange juice. The restaurant was practically empty. Any business folk would have already eaten (if they had even eaten at all) and be off to work, and since it wasn’t the weekend there weren’t any families around. Empty and quiet.

Once I had enough to eat and drink I headed to the gym room.

I wasn’t the fittest person in the world, and I was definitely not the most confident person in a gym setting, but I did like to make sure I exercised three times a week.

I opened the door to the gym and found it to be empty. Good, no one would see my awkwardness. The room was moderately sized, with several treadmills and elliptical machines along the back wall, a floor area for mat work, some strength training equipment and free weights along the full length mirrored side wall. Two weights benches were parked nearby.

After warming up on an exercise bike, I decided I’d use some free weights today. I wandered over to the weights and picked up the 4 kg dumbbell and sat down on a bench and began a set of bicep curls.

Even though I was alone I felt so uncoordinated and self-conscious. But I tried to push through. Something I had learned about myself a long time ago was that after the first ten minutes of anything, some of that weird anxiety lessens, and I settle into what I am doing. So my first goal was to get through ten minutes and surely I would feel okay after that.

That’s when I heard voices outside. Male voices. Getting closer to the gym.

Fuck. Don’t tell me some gym bros are going to come in here?

I could feel my skin flushing as I became flustered. I listened hard trying to find out what the voices were saying.

I could here them. One voice was bellowing loudly, another laughing. But I couldn’t understand them. They were speaking a foreign language.

The gym door burst open and three men dressed in black confidently sauntered in.

They noticed me right away and nodded a polite hello to me, bowing slightly when they did.

I automatically responded with a friendly smile and a “hello, how are you.” But inside I was frozen.

It was fucking 3Racha.

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The three men moved so confidently around the gym whilst I tried to mind my own business and not look at them. Every now and then I would steal a glance, and each time I could feel my heartbeat kick up a gear.

They looked like gods as they helped each other with weights, admiring each other’s physique as their muscles became pumped up. Changbin said something to Han and Chan burst out laughing uncontrollably. Han then pouted and complained. Was Changbin teasing him? I smiled to myself as I watched their interactions. If it wasn’t for the nerves and anxiety swirling around my body telling me that this is fucking real, I would have pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

I felt like an outsider who had no idea what I was doing. I couldn’t stay any longer. But I also couldn’t leave. I’d be an idiot to walk away from this scenario. But I couldn’t keep sitting there with my 4kg dumbell. I needed to move onto some other exercise.

I scanned the room, seeking out a piece of equipment to use. Something that didn’t look too difficult. The pull down bar. Yes, I have used one of those before.

So over to the pull down bar I went. It was set to some outrageously heavy weight that only Chan and and Changbin would be able to manage, which meant that I’d have to figure out how to change the weight setting. I stood there looking for the pin that readjusts the weight. How the fuck do I do this?

“You look a little lost with that.” Oh my fucking god. Chan. My heart stopped and felt like I couldn’t find my words. Be polite. Be polite. Somehow I managed to pull a smile and actually speak.

“Um… yeah I… I’m just trying to adjust the weight.” Okay, so I managed to speak, but it didn’t come out well.

Chan came in closer so he could adjust the machine. He was standing so close to me that I could feel a warmth radiating off of him, and the smell of his skin which was of a fresh deodorant and sweat mingled together. His bare arms so close that if I reached out I would touch them.

“What setting would you like?” he looked at me and smiled that gorgeous smile we all know and love.

“Um… maybe the second lightest.” I said shyly realising what a weakling I am.

If Chan had any judgment about how not-strong I was he didn’t show it. He just simply slot the pin in, and then held the handle bar steady as I sat down on the seat. He was about to pull it down for me when I felt someone come up behind me. It was Changbin. He took hold of the handle bar, ushering Chan to let go of it, and pulled it down so I could hold onto it. Chan let him, taking step back, but stayed lingering by my side.

Changbin’s thick arms were on either side of mine as he held the bar steady for me to take hold of, his hands merely inches away from mine. I couldn’t breathe.

“Thank you.” I managed as Changbin let go and stepped back. By now Han was hovering around as well and I felt like I could die of embarrassment on the spot. How was I supposed to do this with them all watching me?

I took a deep breath and pulled the bar down, and then released it back up. Although I didn’t know how to change the weight on the equipment, I did know how to do the exercise properly with good form. Thank God. Satisfied that I was doing it correctly, Chan and Han went back to what they were doing at the bench press, but Changbin took this as an opportunity to be ‘personal trainer’ and stood close by watching, nodding. Approving.

“I think you can do heavier.” He stated, more to himself than to me. He took hold of the handle bar again, this time his fingers brushed mine, sending a shiver through my body, and eased the bar back up to it’s starting position. Then he considered what weight to set the machine. I watched him with one of his arms crossed across his chest, across his skin tight black t shirt, his other hand at his mouth in thought. Han was back now standing at Changbin’s side.

“What do you think? This one?” he asked Han.

I looked from Changbin to Han. Han looked at me. I felt my skin redden. He raised his eyebrows up and down at me as if to say “look at Changbin… He can’t help himself can he?”. I let out a small chuckle and Han laughed too.

“Okay try this one.” Changbin had reset the weight and helped me get back into position.

It was far heavier than I expected, but manageable.

“Changbin! A hand.” Chan called out over at the bench press. Satisfied he’d selected the correct weight for me, Changbin went back over to his leader, leaving Han to supervise me.

I felt like I was going to die. Han fucking Jisung. In the flesh. His slim body was covered with a white muscle tee, showing off his toned arms and he had slim black sweatpants on. We were in the middle of a heatwave and he had sweatpants on!

I had experienced performance anxiety in the past but this would have to top it. I attempted to keep my breath steady and my mind focused on the exercise. I tried to block out this stunning young man’s energy. This stunning young man who was… gazing?…at me.

After I completed ten pull downs, Han took the bar from me and let it slide back up. His chest grazing my back as he did so. My breath hitched. Was that on purpose? Then he came around and crouched down next to me, and from seemingly nowhere, he pulled out a bottled water and offered it to me.

“My names Han.” He said “and over there, that’s Chan and Changbin.” He pointed to his band members then turned his attention back to me, waiting for me to introduce myself.

I smirked. I wasn’t sure what to say. “I know.” I whispered quietly.

Han raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in surprise.

“You know who we are?” he leaned forward “are you a Stay?” added excitedly.

I nodded. “Umm.. Yes.. But only a new one. I am not sure I know enough to even call myself a Stay. I am going to the concert tonight though.”

“You’re a Stay. Trust me.” Han grinned.

A dreaded thought hit me then. What if they think I stalked them here!

“I wouldn’t have imagined JYP would have put you guys up at this hotel, though.” I hoped that didn’t sound extra stalker-like.

“Actually we weren’t meant to originally. It’s all been changed up last minute. But it’s not too bad. I got to meet a Stay and that is always a bonus.” He playfully punched me in the arm.

“My name’s Sophie.” I offered.

“Nice to meet you, Sophie.” Han grinned. His smile was infectious, and I found myself grinning like an idiot at him.

The next little while was spent with mostly me talking about where I live, what I do and how I came there alone and that I'm going to their concert.

“So how are you getting to the venue?” Chan piped up. By then all three members were sitting around chatting to me, and I felt more comfortable and at ease.

“I don’t know. I guess an Uber?” I replied.

“Don’t be silly. You can come with us.” Han said and turned to Chan. “Can’t she Hyung?” Han looked hopeful.

“It’s okay. I am a grown woman.” I didn’t want to cause any problems or tension between the members or staff.

Chan held up his hand. “Of course she can come with us, but you’ll have to get her a pass and she’ll have to be there for soundcheck, and we won’t get back here until quite late.”

This was too much. I didn’t need any special treatment.

“Look. I’m really grateful you want to look after me, or be kind or… whatever… but it’s really okay.” I insisted.

“What’s your room number? I will collect you myself.” Han said sounding chivalrous. It was rather endearing to see him eager to take care of me.

Maybe I should run with this and see where it goes?

I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I said. “Room 143.”

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Back in my room I flopped down onto the bed. What the hell just happened? I kicked my legs in flurry, and brought my hands up over my face to muffle a squeal. After I let reality sink in, I sat straight up. I needed to get ready! Han had said we had to leave by 2pm and that left… I looked down at my phone… two hours.

I jumped in the shower, but my mind was still in the gym with Han, Chan and Changbin. How does something this exciting happen to me? Me!! It just kept repeating itself over and over in my mind like one of those TikTok looped edits.

I don’t know how I managed it, but before I knew it I had blow dried my hair, applied my makeup and was slipping on my frayed denim skirt, and a pink and white tee covered in little love hearts. The theme I was trying for was “Maxident”.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the knock on my hotel door.

Was it already time?

I hurried to the door, almost tripping over my own feet. “Coming. Just a sec.” I called out. I took a deep, steadying breath, and opened the door.

There stood Han… Han. Fucking. Jisung. Standing at my hotel room door. He was now donning baggy cargo pants and a grey, oversized hoodie, which he had pulled up over his bucket cap. He was gorgeous, and I felt my nerves pick up.

“Hi there.” I smiled and welcomed him into the room.

“Room 143?” he replied pointing at my room number “143 I love you!” he sang and finger hearted me, making me laugh. “I’ve got you something.” He gestured to the black cross-body bag he was wearing.

I ushered Han into my room. My room. Argghh how was this even real?

The hotel room was pretty standard of hotel rooms. An ensuite bathroom off to the right when you entered the room, a double bed in the middle, and a 2 seater couch and coffee table on the other side of the bed. A large window looked out onto a mediocre view.

“So…this is my humble abode for the next day or two.” I said gesturing around the room as though I was giving him a tour. Han scanned the room like it was somehow unique, until I saw his gaze land on an item of clothing laying on the floor… a black lace garment. Fuck, my bra!

In the most ungraceful way, I kicked the bra away and under the bed. “Sorry about that.” I stuttered. How fucking embarrassing. Han simply grinned at me as though he wanted to tease me, but he didn’t say a word.

“So… I brought you a present.” He said as he pulled off his cross-body bag. My eyes widened as he unzipped it and he pulled out a band tshirt. “I thought seeing as though you are part of the team tonight, you would like to wear this?” he handed me the shirt.

“Naww… thanks…Han.” I unfolded the black shirt and held it up against my body. The little green Maniac logo on one breast, and green print on the back.

I looked up from the shirt and met his eyes to find him looking at me expectantly. “Go try it on.” He encouraged me. “I mean I love what you’re wearing right now, so you don’t have to change it if you don’t want to,” He scratched his head nervously, “but I’d love to see you in it.” He added coyly, lowering his eyes to the floor. A rush of heat rose through my body.

“Of course. Yes…Just give me a minute.” I choked. “Um, I’ll be right back. Grab a drink if you’d like.” I waved towards the mini bar and kettle.

I stood at the bathroom sink in my new band t-shirt, trying to decide whether to tuck it into my skirt or not. What would Han prefer? Stop it, Sophie. He’s just being kind. It’s not like he’s attracted to you. I turned from side to side to get an idea of how I looked, and settled on tucking it in to highlight my hourglass figure. Then I touched up my make up. Han Jisung is in my room! I slapped my cheek to bring myself back to my senses, my stinging skin telling me this was very real. Okay, breathe Sophie. You can do this.

I stepped back into the room to find Han making two cups of tea. It was an interesting sight. Him looking all street-wise whilst brewing a comforting warm tea. Just like he can deliver hard hitting rap lines and then turn around act like a Baby-girl.

“Tada!” I exclaimed and Han turned around. He looked me up and down and nodded in approval. “Looks good, baby!” He grinned nervousnessly, fidgeting with the cords of his hoodie.

“Aren’t you hot in that?” I asked pointing to his hoodie? “It’s so hot today! Even for those that live here!”

“It is hot today.” He whispered and bit his lip, like he wasn’t talking about just the weather.

I ignored the sudden tension that had filled the room. It was suddenly suffocating, and I started twirling my hair around my finger to try to look busy.

“Well… feel free to take it off if you’re too hot, ok.” What the fuck are you saying? But Han was already removing the hoodie and his bucket cap anyway, and draped them on my bed before returning his attention to the tea. His long, slender neck, now on full display, had a thin sheen of perspiration. It set off something inside of me. I am not generally a fan of sweat, but seeing Han with just a light amount of perspiration, well, it was doing something to me. I wanted to…taste it.

“Tea’s ready!” he announced, turning around with a hot teacup in each hand. “Should we sit on the couch…?” he nodded towards the two seater couch at the other side of the room.

“Huh? Mmm.. Yes… sure…” I was brought back to reality, and it seemed I was finding it difficult to find my words, so I just awkwardly led the way and sat down.

Han placed the tea on the timber coffee table and settled into the couch and grinned at me. My eyes darted around the room nervously. What was one supposed to say to a Kpop idol who was sitting in your hotel room and just made you a fucking cup of tea?

“So…” I sucked in my breath and picked at the the hem of my skirt with my fingers.

“This is awkward for you isn’t it?” he concluded, tilting his head to the side as he watched my nervous hands busy with the frayed hem.

He glanced up capturing my gaze and I nodded, sucking in my lip. “Yeah… Sorry?” I offered.

“You don’t need to be nervous around me, baby.” He chimed endearingly. It was supposed to make me feel at ease, but all it did was make me nearly choke on air.

“If it helps, I’m nervous too.” He continued, leaning in closer like it was a secret. He looked so perfect. Big eager eyes, and an expression of wonderment, like he thought he was the lucky one in this situation.

“Really?” I whispered. “You’re nervous too?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He seemed so confident and outgoing, although I had only ever seen him perform.

He nodded. “I am the most nervous person I know!”

I laughed softly. Han looked at me suspiciously. “What is it? Why are you laughing?” he teased.

“Han,” my laugh becoming louder. “I’m the most nervous person I know!”

The rapper looked at me in disbelief, mouth hung open.

“Mm mm,” I nodded. “You don’t want to know how nervous I was in the gym this morning.” I confessed, smacking him lightly on the arm.

“You looked pretty cool and calm to me.” He argued cheekily.

“Well you don’t look nervous right now!” I taunted.

Han grabbed my hand from the hem of my skirt and held it against his chest. “Feel how fast my heart is.” He whispered seriously. I could feel his hard pecs under his shirt and the pulsing of his heart against my hand, as he stared into my fucking soul. My eyes were locked on his. I couldn’t escape his gaze. Han may have thought his heart was beating fast, but it was nothing like the racing of my heart. The pounding sounding like a fucking drum line was standing in the room.

“Can you feel it?” he asked hopefully. Oh god what was happening?

My mouth was dry. I needed a drink. I pulled my hand back quickly, and without thinking, I picked up my teacup and took a big sip in a bid to busy myself. Big mistake. “Fuck!” I pulled my mouth away and almost spilled tea down my new shirt. “I burnt my tongue!” I couldn’t believe how stupid I must’ve looked.

Han chuckled “Well it is fresh, baby.” He teased and he took the cup off me, returning it to the table. Baby?

I hung my head. Why oh why did I do that? I squeezed my eyes closed and shook my head, hoping to shake out the embarrassment.

“Oh my god,” Han’s teasing turned serious as he saw my reaction, springing from his seat to dart to the mini bar to grab a bottle of water.

“Here,” he offered me the water. “Drink this, it will help.”

I took a big gulp of water, hoping that it will dissipate my embarrassment as well as my burnt tongue.

“Hey!” Han edged closer to my side, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” I could feel his eyes on me even though my gaze was firmly fixed to the floor.

I shook my head. “I’m just so clumsy.” I whispered and looked up shyly to meet his gaze. His eyes were kind and warm, and he was smirking a little.

“Baby,” Baby? Really, does he have to keep saying that? I knew he said it to everyone, but it didn’t stop my heart from skipping a beat. “You are talking to the clumsiest Idol known to man!” he sat up proudly. “You want someone to forget lyrics? You��re looking at him. You want someone who falls on his butt? Me!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his words. He was far from clumsy, but his attempt to be relatable and make me feel better, well, it was kind of working.

“You’re good? You promise?” he asked again, double checking, rubbing my shoulder. I nodded my reassurances along with a smile.

“Good.” He whispered, nodding satisfied that I was okay. My eyes drifted to where his hand was still lingering on my shoulder, although now he’d stopped rubbing it. Han followed my gaze to where his hand rested, and for a moment it felt like time stood still. My heart stopped, my lungs weren’t working, and butterflies were starting to swirl around in my stomach. I could’ve sworn I saw longing in his eyes, and his breath catch in his throat. He abruptly came to his senses, quickly retracting his hand and nervously pushing his hair back.

“So,” he picked up his tea and blew on it before carefully taking a sip. “I take it you don’t live super close if you’re staying in a hotel?” he asked. “Wow! That is hot!” he gasped, referring to the tea, and quickly placed it back on the table.

“I guess not, I live about two hours from here. I could’ve driven home after the concert, but you know what?” I looked at Han “I wanted to just have a bit of a break. You know, from the real world. Just a couple of days.”

Han nodded approvingly. “I’d love to have a few days just for myself.” He gazed softly across the the room as though he was imagining what it’d be like to have time off to do whatever the hell he wanted.

“I take it you don’t get a lot of free time?” I asked curiously.

Han shook his head. “Nah," he paused momentarily and smiled. “but it’s all good. I certainly don’t have anything to complain about, that’s for sure.” It was as though he was trying to convince himself, more than me.

His demeanor seemed so bubbly and energetic, but as we talked there on the couch I could feel there was a lot more going on for him. It felt like underneath that happy, dorky young man there was something else, like something was missing. A sense of emptiness, perhaps? Sadness? Loneliness? I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but what I was quickly noticing was that Han, although he wanted to come across as carefree and fun, deep down he yearned for something. Whether that was more of something, less of something, or something different to what he currently had, I didn’t know.

“Are you okay, Han?” I asked seemingly breaking his thoughts.

The young man paused, considering my question. “Really. I don’t have anything to complain about.” He repeated, but his words sounded empty. “But lately I’ve been lonely. I mean, I have the guys, the staff,” he sighed. “But… I don’t know. I’m tired and I suppose, maybe, I need some newness in my life.” He nodded to himself thinking through what he had just said out loud. It seemed like he was processing his thoughts and speaking them out loud for the first time. “I feel like I need some respite. From everything.” He half smiled.

A pang of empathy rushed over me and without thinking I reached for his hand that was resting on his thigh and squeezed it tightly. For a long moment, Han studied my hand covering his, and sucked in his lip. Then he looked up locking eyes with me questioningly.

I thought there was no longer any oxygen left in the room. I didn’t even know if I’d even taken a breath for the past three minutes, and it seemed Han wasn’t breathing either. We were both frozen still. The only sign that we weren’t actually frozen in time was his expression as he searched my face, like he was silently asking me a million questions and trying to find the answers in my eyes.

“The tea is probably good to drink now.” He said, swallowing, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah… the tea.” I acknowledged, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away either.

Han cupped my face with his other hand, causing me to finally remember how to exhale. With slightly parted lips and eyes that conveyed a glimmer of want, he glanced down at my mouth and subconsciously licked his lips. His eyes flickered back up to mine for a brief moment before returning them to my mouth as he slowly closed the space between our faces. He was merely inches away and I could feel his hot breath close to my skin. I wanted nothing more than to feel his breath directly against my mouth. I wanted his breath in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, and have his wet tongue slip inside me. I wanted his teeth to hungrily bite into my lip and then softly kiss away the pain.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed.

I bit my lip and nodded.

Han’s lips had barely even touched mine, but I could already feel the electricity shoot through my veins, making my body tingle. The butterflies in my stomach started to go berserk and I truly thought they’d make me float away if it weren’t for Han’s hand on my cheek.

He pulled away momentarily searching my eyes for permission to continue. I let go of his hand and slipped it around the back of his neck his skin hot and sweaty underneath my fingers. I needed to hold on for dear life if he was going to keep kissing me.

Our lips connected again, starting off slowly and carefully as though one of us would break if either of us moved too suddenly. His lips were soft and he tasted like mint. Did he brush his teeth before coming here? His hand slid from my cheek to my waist and in response I melted in closer to his body. Han took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, parting my mouth slightly so he could sneak his tongue inside to find mine. He moaned and peeled away again.

“Is this okay?” he panted, checking in with me.

“Yes, don’t stop” I begged, wrapping both my arms around the back of his neck and finding his mouth again with a sense urgency. My heart kicked up a notch when I felt his hand land firmly on my thigh, my skin burning from the touch. I dove my tongue into his mouth and his fingers squeezed the flesh of my leg as he let out a low groan.

My body was rapidly responding to the man that was kissing me. We were only kissing and I’d only just met him, but my core ached for more, my panties close to soaking. Han’s hand wasn’t far away from where I was craving to be touched. All he’d have to do was slide it up the inside of my leg and he’d be there.

I gripped his upper arm (the one attached to the hand on my leg), pulling him closer, encouraging him to keep going, inviting him to explore my body. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh, sending shivers up my leg all the way to where I wanted him most. He was setting me on fire and I whimpered with need.

Han heard my frustrated, pathetic cry. “Tell me what you need me to do.” He whispered huskily between kisses.

“Touch me, Han.” I breathed, and I reached down to touch his hand on my thigh. “Please.” My voice was barely audible.

He let out a shaky breath and looked down to where our hands were resting together on my thigh. My hand slid back up his arm to grip his bicep, and he slowly inched his fingers up the inside of my leg, his hungry eyes following his hand as it disappeared under my skirt.

“Han!” I gasped when his fingers reached my panties.

Han smirked as he pressed his finger against me. “Is this what you wanted?” His eyes were hooded and hazy with desire. I whimpered and nodded, parting my legs a little to give him more access. Han ran his finger along my underwear, grazing over my clitoris. “You’re soaking!” he sounded surprised. His fingers moved more hurriedly, finding the edge of my panties and pulling them to the side. “Kiss me.” He commanded and I smashed my mouth back onto his. He slid a finger through my wetness, rubbing it over my bare clit.

“Fuck!” I huffed. Then he sunk two fingers deep inside of me. My eyes rolled back from the relief of finally being filled making me throw my head back in pleasure. His hot, wet mouth moved to my neck, sucking and nibbling my skin as he started to move his fingers in and out of my pussy.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He cooed. “You really needed this, huh?”

“Mhh-hhm” was all I could manage. I had lost access to my vocabulary. All I could do was lose myself to Han and how incredible he felt.

“Sophie?” he kissed up the side of my neck and brought his mouth to my ear. “There’s something I want to try, if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, anything.” I panted. I didn’t care what he planned to do, I just wanted more of him.

Han removed his fingers from me and brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucked my wetness off them. “You taste so good. I want to taste more of you.” He leaned his forehead on mine. “Will you let me?”

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Han pov:

“Sophie?” Han kissed up the side of her neck and brought his mouth to her ear. “There’s something I want to try, if you’ll let me.”

“Yes, anything.” She panted. Her voice was husky and so fucking sexy.

He removed his fingers from her pussy and brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth to taste her wetness. “You taste so good. I want to taste more of you.” He leaned his forehead on hers. “Will you let me?”

Han could’ve just kept making out with Sophie, but he felt an uncontrollable urge to serve the woman in front of him. It had been so long since he felt the kind of nerves that came with desire, and it felt good to lose himself to whatever was unfolding. Even though he didn’t know her, the woman in front of him illuminated warmth and comfort, and understanding, and he wanted to envelope himself in her aura. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to please her. To satisfy her.

“Yes…please…” she purred, her neediness going straight to his already throbbing cock.

“Lean back for me, baby.” He breathed.

Sophie sank against the back of the couch, not taking her eyes off of him as he slid to the floor in front of her, pushing the coffee table away to make room.

Han’s hands trembled slightly as he undid the button on her skirt. He could’ve just slid it up around her waist, but he wanted the option to explore her body more easily. He slid both her skirt and soaked panties slowly down her legs and carefully put them to the side, then leaned in and kissed her mouth softly while his fingers gently dug into her hips. His lips tingled and his cock twitched as she deepened the kiss and slid her tongue into his mouth. Han felt his insides melt as his heart rate rose (and his dick getting even harder). He could kiss her forever.

They only had forty five minutes until they needed to be in the vans to head to the venue. That wasn’t nearly enough time. But the next forty five minutes were theirs, just theirs, and no one else’s. Part of him wanted to devour Sophie rough and urgently, but what he wanted more was to slowly savour every second, making the most of the little time they had.

A small whimper escaped Han as Sophie tried to pull his hips between her legs and kiss him more frantically. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was enough to spur him on. Han matched her intensity with the kiss before pulling himself away.

Sophie reached for the hem of her shirt.

“No, baby. Leave it on for me.” He panted. The thought of eating her out while she was wearing their band t shirt turned Han on more than he could imagine.

Sophie nestled back into the couch and opened her legs offering herself to him. Han met her eyes. They were looking at him longingly and beckoning him to come closer. Then he dropped his gaze to her slightly parted mouth. Her lips were silently begging him to ruin her. Then he allowed his gaze to drop all the way down to her centre, between her legs.

Fuck! Han subconsciously licked his lips as he took in her beauty. She was a goddess.

“Touch me Han.” Sophie panted.

It was all he needed to hear. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pressed his mouth against her pussy. Sophie gasped. Han groaned.

Han had only gone down on a woman a handful of times. It was always a rushed encounter, and he didn’t think he’d ever made a woman orgasm through oral sex either.

He realised that he might not be equipped to satisfy Sophie and that frightened him somewhat. He didn’t want to disappoint her. But he knew that he was great at improvising, he was after all one of the best freestyle rappers. He had a clever, talented mouth. He could learn as he goes.

Han carefully tuned into how Sophie responded to his ministrations.

He learned that she lets out shallow pants and whimpers if he used to tip of his tongue on her clitoris.

He learned she made long, low moans when he used the flat of his tongue to lick stripes up from her entrance all the way up to her sensitive nub.

He learned that she stilled in anticipation when used his hands to spread her lips with his fingers.

And he learned that she rocked her hips when he slid his tongue inside of her while rubbing her clit in firm, fast circles.

Han never knew that anything could taste this good. He felt like a starving man who had been offered the most scarce delicacy in the world and he was trying not to consume it too fast.

He’d never had anyone respond to his touch like Sophie was either. She was hot and wet, and when he stole glances of her face her cheeks were flushed and her eyes unfocused.

Han wanted to worship this woman.

“Sophie, baby. I want to put my fingers inside you again.” He said “tell me how you’d like me to do it.” Han didn’t want to undo all his good work with clumsy finger fucking.

Sophie looked dazed but managed to find her words.

“I like two.” She said through a ragged breath. “Palm facing up.” She added. Han licked two of his fingers and brought them to her entrance. “And.. could you keep using your mouth too?”

He slid two fingers into her vagina as he sucked and licked her clit firmly. Then he began to gently thrust his fingers in and out of her in rhythm with his tongue.

She was so wet that his fingers slid easily, and the wet sounds of him fucking her with his fingers made his cock ache. Han couldn’t help but imagine his cock inside her. He could tell it was swollen and in need of a release. He knew there’d be pre-cum leaking into his boxers. He tried to concentrate on bringing Sophie to the edge, but his mind kept thinking about her wet, tight walls squeezing his cock.

“Han?” Fuck, his name sounded so fucking hot coming out of her mouth. “Han…please… I’m close”.

Han registered Sophie’s words, and it was enough to push the thoughts of being buried inside her away.

“Yes baby…tell me what you need me to do.” Han encouraged her to guide him.

“Curl your fingers… push up…into…against the front of my body…keep sucking my clit”. She managed between groans.

Han did exactly what she asked. He curled his fingers and began to thrust them the way she'd described. He could feel the flesh there had a different texture, and he focused his attention there. He used his mouth with a renewed vigour.

Sophie was coming undone. Her hips started to buck against his hand, and she was getting louder as she was getting closer. Her legs began to shake and her back arch.

“I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She said and threw her head back. Her whole body tensed and stilled, but Han could feel her walls squeeze and then pulse around his fingers. He supported her through her orgasm and eventually her body melted back into the couch and he removed his fingers.

It was the most incredible thing Han had ever witnessed. Again, he was overcome with the urge to lick her wetness off his fingers. So he did. He wanted to remember this taste forever.

Sophie sat up and cupped Han’s face in her hands. She looked freshly fucked and so gorgeous. Her cheeks were pink. Her lips were full. Her eyes warm and happy.

Han couldn’t help himself and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss.

“That was so good, Han.” She grinned like a drunk fool. It made Han’s heart burst.

“You were so perfect, Sophie”. Han whispered.

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After they had both calmed down and their heart rates had returned to normal, Han realised that they only had 15 minutes to get down to the cars that were taking them to the venue.

Panic set in as they scrambled to get dressed, tidy their hair, compose themselves and get where they needed to be.

But they made it with 2 minutes to spare.

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Sophie pov

Before I knew it I was seated in the arena with the perfect view of the extended stage. The atmosphere was buzzing as Stay were getting excited. Before the show I was able to get a behind the scenes glimpse into what goes into a production like this. It was fascinating and I felt grateful for the opportunity to see how it all came together. Sitting next to me were two young women, probably around nineteen, and they started chatting to me.

“This is SO exciting!!! How long have you been a Stay?” the black haired girl asked me. I was embarrassed to admit it had only been a few months.

“Oh so you’re a Baby Stay?” the lighter haired girl said excitedly, and leaned forward. “Do you have a bias?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows. What the hell was I supposed to say? Did I have a bias? “Kind of?” I squeaked. “What about you?” I quickly deflected the question.

“Jisung.” The black haired girl cooed, closing her eyes, imagining her bias.

“Oh!” I choked and cleared my throat. “Yeah, I like him too.” I said smiling. I wonder if she’s imagined him between her legs? How many people in this room have visualised him doing all sorts of obscene things to them? Oh god Sophie, stop. Just stop. Focus.

I watched Han as he performed their stages. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Everything he did on stage was magic. Whether he was rapping, singing like an angel, or being a goof-ball during the intermissions, he was captivating. Stay loved his sense of humour and listened intently as he told us about going to the pool with Lee Know and just walking around in the water because he can’t swim.

Han didn’t really search for me in the audience, instead focusing all his attention on performing for their fans. Muddy Water was next, which meant that Han and just three other members were going to wander around the second stage in a less structured and choreographed way. I knew it was going to be a treat. Han fucking Jisung looked so god damned hot strutting around that stage. All of them did. When it was his turn to rap, I could really hear how skilled, smooth and talented his mouth was, and what it’d be like to have him rap in my ear in his bedroom voice. I couldn’t help but think about that mouth between my legs only hours before, giving me the best orgasm of my life.

Oh God it was the best orgasm of my life. I felt an ache between my legs and a moistness developing. Surely I’m not the only one here horny in this place? I crossed my legs and ignored the pressure that was building.

Shaking my head to jolt myself back to reality, I looked up at the stage to see Han had stopped in front of me and was making eye contact with some of the nearby fans. His eyes found mine and he smirked and brought two fingers, the two that were inside me earlier, up to his mouth and licked them, then winked at me. The horror on my face made him laugh as he continued to wander the stage.

It was quite a flurry after the show. I was ushered backstage where I met Han in a corridor.

“What did you think? Did you have fun? What was your favourite part?” he bombarded me enthusiastically with questions.

“It was fucking amazing! All of it!” I squealed excitedly. Han beamed at me, “and your favourite part?” he looked at me devilishly.

“Ummm…” I thought for a moment. “The part where Chan lifts his shirt in Charmer.” I teased. Han’s face turned to feigned disapproval, like I was a traitor.

“Okay, okay…” I laughed. “I really loved it when you hit the high notes in Hellevator.”

Han looked proud and happy. “Was that the only part you liked?”

What was he pushing for? Oh. I realised what he was hinting at. “Yes, yes… In Muddy Water you reminded a fan of something you are very good at doing.” I stated coolly, but I felt like I was going red.

Han grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Did I?” he said pretending he had no idea what I was talking about.

“Hannie!” a voice interrupted. We turned to see Chan ushering us into a room.

“Come, join us Sophie.” Han gestured for me to lead the way.

I entered a rather large, unremarkable space, much like a conference room. Several black couches were positioned around the room, and there were so many people chatting excitedly. I assumed they were staff of some sort. The room smelled of sweat and deodorant and although I knew the air conditioner would be cranking, it wasn’t enough to cut through how hot the night was. I was sweating too, the thick band tshirt clinging to my skin. My makeup had probably melted off long ago. I felt so un-sexy.

“Come meet some of the guys.” Han said, holding my elbow and guiding me over to the right side of the room. “This is Lee Know.”

Sitting on the black leather couch in front of me was the most intimidating man I had ever seen. He wordlessly glared at Han as if to say “How fucking dare you bring a woman home.” Han made an innocent face, and blinked his big gorgeous doe-eyes that said “I haven’t done anything wrong… Can we keep her?”

I stood there awkwardly. Is MInsung really a thing? They both looked at me and burst out laughing. “Come on Hyung, we are not on stage anymore!” Han whined. Lee Know’s face softened and he bowed his head, greeting me politely. “Hello, nice to meet you. Did you have a nice night?” Lee Know smiled. Maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as I first thought. Just a man of few words.

Han continued to introduce me to the other members and some of their staff. Everyone was really polite, and I wondered how often they see this situation. Does Han find a girl in every city?

“Would you like a drink? Are you thirsty?” Han pointed to a table with bottles of water. He opened a bottle before handing it to me, and grabbed one for himself. I was so parched that I had already nearly finished the bottle by the time we sat down on one of the couches.

Han grinned at me sheepishly. “You know, Sophie… I have a secret.” He leaned in close “You know when I licked my fingers in Muddy Water?” I felt my skin burn up at the memory. “I could still taste you.”

I felt my stomach drop and arousal hit me like a flash flood. My vagina clenched with need. Why did he have to say that? I looked away only to lock eyes on the beauty that was Hyunjin. He was sitting on a nearby couch watching us curiously. The look in his eyes made me feel like he was reading my mind and that he knew exactly what Han had just said and what he was referring to, even though he wasn’t even in earshot. He parted his mouth and his tongue slid slightly along his lip like he was concentrating on something really hard.

I swallowed and tore my eyes away, preferring to stare at the floor instead.

“You don’t think I’m weird do you?” Han whispered. I lifted my head to look at him. He looked worried.

Embarrassed, I smiled and shook my head. “No… it was kind of… hot.” I admitted.

“Excuse me…sorry.” A middle aged woman politely interrupted. I was relieved. She had perfect timing. “We are taking you back to the hotel now.” My heart dropped. Already? I snapped my head back to Han. He looked crestfallen. Did it feel too soon for him too?

“I’ll walk her out to the car.” He insisted. The woman bowed and nodded.

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Han walked with me along corridor that led to where the vehicles were waiting. I couldn’t believe this was over already. We walked in silence. Each step we took was a step closer to goodbye. I fucking hated it. We had almost reached the exit door, when Han suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me through a side door and into a some sort of dimly lit storage room.

“I didn’t really think that’d be unlocked.” He said surprised, referring to the door.

“Han what are you doing? The car… it’s waiting for me.” I protested.

“I need to kiss you… feel you… one more time.” He purred.

Han gently pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against me and moaning low. His hands slowly roamed my body. His lips found mine. Oh god I wanted him. I wanted him to take me then and there. My heart pounded, my body silently screamed for him. I pulled his hips hard against me so I could feel how much he wanted me too.

I peeled my mouth away from his, but his lips landed on my neck, making me swoon. “I have to go…” I whimpered. Every part of me wanted him to ignore my words and keep me there longer.

“I wish you didn’t have to go.” He panted and pressed his head against mine. “I could just take you right here… right now… if you wanted me to. Do you want me to, baby?”

We looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity as we silently considered how possible, how easy it would really be for him to hike my skirt up and slip himself inside of me.

“I want you to…” I whispered. Han exhaled and his hand flew to the button on his jeans. Adrenaline coursed through me as my body anticipated what was about to happen.

“Hey are you in here!?” a deep voice said as the door flew open, startling us.

“God. S-ssorry…” It was Felix. “Guys… Um…they’re asking if you still need a lift, Sophie.” Felix eyes were everywhere but on us.

Han looked at me sadly. “Yeah. I’ll walk her out. Just give me second.” He said solemnly, adjusting his crotch to try and hide his erection.

This time, Han really did walk me to the car. I felt heavy. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cling onto him. I didn't want this to end.

Han apoligised to the driver saying he was to blame, not me, for making them wait.

“Bye Sophie.” He said as I stepped into the van and took my seat.

As I was driven away, Han didn’t move to go back inside. He just stood there watching the van drive away. I watched him too, for as I could, before the van turned the corner and I could no longer see him.

It was over.

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I got back to the hotel and had a long, hot shower (even though the night was stinking hot). Today had been like a dream. From running into 3Racha this morning, to having Han Jisung going down on me, to the incredible VIP treament in at the concert, to almost having sex with him in a storage room. If only Felix hadn’t barged in, I would have been able to feel him inside of me.

I sighed deeply, as the water washed any trace of Han off my skin. My mind flashed to Han watching me drive away earlier that night. Today would be hard to get over. I felt a pang in my chest.

Don't you dare get sad.

I slid into bed and pulled out a drawstring bag from the side table and shimmied off my panties. Today might be hard to get over, but I was still horny. I pulled out my small bullet vibrator. I let my mind drift off with thoughts of Han Jisung standing nervously in my hotel room. Han Jisung holding me close, kissing my body as he made his way down to the place he drove me wild. Han Jisung's fingers inside of me. Han Jisung on stage. Han Jisung fucking me in a storage room. Han Jisung knocking on my door.

Han Jisung knocking on my door?

My eyes flicked open as I registered the tiny knock on the hotel room door.

What the fuck? The intrusion scared me, my heart almost flung out of my chest, pumping adrenaline through my veins. There is no way this could possibly be -

I tossed the toy on the bed, padded to the door and cracked it open.

It was Han fucking Jisung.

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The feelings that came over me when I saw Han standing there freshly washed and in a new set of sweatpants and hoodie, was hard to describe. There was this dull ache in my chest that resembled angst and heartbreak, but also a tension that flooded south to my core.

It was like a longing. Longing to be close to him. Fuck my body absolutely craved him. But there was also a knowing. Knowing deep down this probably wasn’t a good idea. There was a chance I’d let my heart get in the way and I would then have to get over him. He would be long gone in a couple of days.

Who was I kidding? My heart was already in it and I would have to get over it, regardless of whether I let him in or turn him away.

You should turn him away. For your own good, Sophie.

I don’t want to turn him away.

I didn’t have the courage to look at his face. I just kept my gaze somewhere chest level, but I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin, and I knew if I dared look, I’d see want in his eyes.

I didn’t need to look.

I couldn’t bare to look.

The tension was so thick I thought I was going to choke.

Neither of us had said a word yet. We both knew what he was asking by simply being at my door. We both knew what it would mean if I let him in.

You shouldn’t let him in, Sophie. It’ll only lead to heartache.

I want to let him in.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and slowly, bravely, met his eyes.

I shouldn’t have looked.

Longing. Hope. Desire. Hunger. Sadness. How could eyes convey so many emotions all at once? And how could eyes look so fucking beautiful?

My body felt like it was melting, like he had some fucking lasers coming out him or something, and I was about to become a puddle on the floor.

Despite my brain screaming that this was a bad idea, I stepped back and opened the door, making space for him to pass through.

Still a word had not been spoken.

My heart kicked up a beat as I pushed the door closed, and I rested my head momentarily on the door frame.

You’ve let him in.

I’ll take my chances.

It was lucky I took a second to ground myself, because when I turned around Han was on me. His mouth smashed against mine in a messy, feral kiss, and his hands gripped the sides of my waist to push me back against the door.

He’d already lost his hoodie and was now in a singlet tee. I ran my hands up his arms, over his toned muscles, then I slid them down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. His skin felt electric under my fingertips sending shocks through my body.

He slowed down to caress me gently. His hand brushed my cheek and he planted hot, breathy kisses on my neck. His hard cock pressed against me, making me ache for him. It was almost unbearable.

“I had to come, Sophie.” He panted. “I couldn’t just end things like that.” Referring to earlier at the concert venue. “I hope it’s okay, baby… I want you so fucking badly.”

“I want you too.” I whispered, tugging gently at his elastic waistband. A choked whimper escaped him when my hand gripped his cock and released it from his pants.

He was rock hard, and as I explored it with my hand, I could feel that it was already leaking. He was about to find out that I was leaking too.

Han’s hand dropped from my waist to reach under the hem of my short nightshirt and slid its way up between my thighs to find my bare pussy. I let out a sharp exhale at the touch. My body absolutely craved him. Han hissed through his teeth from the unexpected access, and leaned close to my ear.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispered low “I like it.” And he parted my lips with his finger and slid it roughly back and forth over my clitoris, as he buried his face in my neck.

“Fuck! You’re so wet baby!” Han sounded incredulous as he explored my lips, my clitoris, and teased the entrance to my vagina.

I really do love it when he calls me baby.

I started to writhe against him. I wanted to make him hungrier. I wanted him to snap. I wanted him to ruin me.

“It’s for you, Han.” I confessed, as I tried to guide his cock between my thighs.

He reached his hands under my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me hard against the hotel door.

I held on for dear life, my arms around his neck, as the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance. It was so incredibly close, but not quite where we needed it to be. It was pure agony for both of us.

Frustrated, and desperate, Han swiveled his hips in such a way that it only took a moment to line himself up.

I ached for him to be inside me, and we both gasped when the tip of his cock slipped inside.

Han stopped still. He glanced down at where we were barely connected, and then looked back up at me questioningly. It was like he was running through some internal dialogue, some sort of inner conflict, and he was frozen.

“This is okay, right?” he said searching my face. “Cos I want you so bad, Sophie.”

“Fuck, yes…please.”

He pressed his cheek against mine, inhaled deeply, and sank me down onto his length in one motion, until he was buried all the way inside of me. We both sighed in relief and the stretch felt excruciatingly delicious.

Then he started to fuck me. He needed the friction. I needed the sharp jolts of his powerful thrusts. His hips slamming into me at a relentless pace, like some wild beast.

Han fucking Jisung was inside my hotel room.

Han Fucking Jisung was inside of me!

“I was going to go slow…” he panted as he hammered into me “I promised myself I was…but I couldn’t stop myself…I can’t hold back…” he said breathlessly. “There’s just too much…feeling… so much… I…don’t know the words…” he trailed off as he vigorously worked his hips.

He didn’t need his words though. I knew what he meant. It was like the the desire…the need… was so strong and so…visceral…that we just might lose our minds if we didn’t get it out of our bodies. And the only way to rid ourselves from that feeling was to meet it with this hot, burning release.

“I want to make love to you after this…let me stay the night…can I… can I stay…?… you feel so hot…and tight…” he choked.

His words were my undoing.

He wants to stay?

This isn’t going to be the only time?

We’re going to have sex again!

He wants to ‘make love to me’?

Knowing that I didn’t need to hold onto this moment forever, knowing that we had all night, my body let go completely and I slipped over the edge. I felt like I had been kicked in the guts and thrown off a cliff. I held on tighter to Han to try and slow the fall.

“Come inside me, Han…I need you to co-.." I didn’t finish my sentence. Han’s hips had become erratic and a stifled whimper came from him as he reached his own climax.

“Baby…” He panted as he slowed down. “How can something feel that good?” he chuckled.

Then, with him still inside me, Han took us over to the bed, gently laying us down on the mattress. He hovered over me and kissed me as he pulled out and collapsed by my side, pulling me against him. I could feel his semen leaking out of me, sticking to my inner thigh. But I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned it was part of Han, and I wanted him to completely own me.

“Sophie, baby?” Han said finally.

“Mmm hmm.?”

Han propped himself up on an elbow and searched my face, tenderly brushing some hair out of my eyes. He looked contemplative, but he still had that hope in his expression.

“Can I really spend the night with you?”

I broke out I a smile. “Of course. You know, Han, I’d say yes to anything to you asked.” It was true too. This man could ask absolutely anything and I’d say yes.

The thought scared me.

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I reached up and traced my thumb along Han’s bottom lip. Han fucking Jisung had the most perfectly plush, perfectly shaped, perfectly pink lips. They were wildly talented too, in so many ways. He had certainly shown me that today. But there was something I hadn’t seen yet. Not up close anyway. I had this secret “thing” for something he did when he rapped, where he pulled the corner of his top lip up in what can only be described as a -

“Snarl for me Han.” I demanded. “You know… like when you’re rapping.”

Han’s eyes widened in surprise, then his features softened momentarily before he narrowed his eyebrows in an expression of "you naughty girl.”

“Okay… but I have to do it rapping.” He said and sat himself up to kneel on the bed about to prepare himself for a private performance.

“Wait!” I sat up suddenly too, and kneeled in front of him reaching for his shirt. Han followed his gaze to where my hand grabbed onto the fabric.

“I want you completely naked first.” I stared at him dead seriously. Han’s mouth fell open.

“Oh you are a bad girl.” He was trying to sound dark and sexy, but he couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. He sounded thrilled that he was about to be naked and began lifting his shirt.

But I tugged his hands away and shook my head. “I want to undress you.” I whispered. Han was frozen to the spot except to open his mouth to speak, and when he realised no words would come out, he simply nodded vigorously.

I took my time lifting his shirt, slowly revealing his slim waist and bellybutton, his hard abdominal muscles, then his chest and nipples. A shaky exhale escaped me as I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the side. Han didn’t move, his eyes just followed my hands as I let them roam his bare upper body, dragging my thumb across a pink nipple and leaning in to graze my tongue over the other.

My other hand explored the peaks and valleys of his abs as it made it’s way down to waistband of his sweatpants.

“Stand at the edge of the bed.” I directed Han to stand up so I could remove his sweatpants.

I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes as I bit my lip. A naked Han Jisung standing before me and about to give me a private show. Han Jisung following my instructions. Something was triggered in me. Whatever it was made me want to demand naughty things of him. It made me to want to deny him just to make him beg. It made me want to be mean just so I could make it better again.

But the feeling was fleeting, and left just as quickly as it arrived when Han spoke.

“So…what is the lovely lady’s request?”

“Hmmm…” what to ask for? “What about… Venom?” I sat back on the bed as Han proceeded to perform for me, showing off that ‘snarl’ I loved as much as possible.

As he was rapping I knelt on the mattress and slowly lifted my nightshirt, revealing my breasts. Han stumbled on his lines as he took in the sight of them for the first time. Then I tossed the shirt to the side.

“Continue.” I instructed.

He moved on from Venom to then demonstrate dance moves like the ‘Poppin’ part of Maniac, which now that I had seen in this context, could never be unseen again.

It all finished in a fit of laughter from both of us as the performances got less and less serious and more about making me cringe.

His finale was taking a run up and landing face down on the bed.

“Owww!!!” he cried and lifted his head. “What was that?”

He picked up the item that had assaulted him when he landed on the mattress and looked at it quizzically, and held it up for inspection.

My bullet vibrator.

Han pushed the button on the side and the unmistakable buzzing sound began pulsing from the device.

“Who are you?” He said looking up at me wide eyed and mouth open.

I smirked. “Well I thought I’d need it after going to a Stray Kids concert. Apparently those guys dance pretty raunchy.” I winked at him.

Han chuckled and turned the vibrator off, which took some time for him to figure out. “So…any other surprises?” he asked cheekily raising his eyebrows up and down.

I sucked in my lips and looked up at the ceiling. “Well…” I hesitated as I considered showing him my other items I kept in my drawstring bag.

“I have these.” I took the bag from the bedside table, loosened the strings and tipped the contents out on the bed in front of Han.

His eyes bulged as he registered what was in front of him. One slimline black vibrator dildo, a second bullet vibrator, and two butt plugs - one black, the other with a white fluffy tail attached, and a little bottle of lube.

“I like options.” I offered as an explanation of why I needed more of one kind of toy.

“You certainly do!” he gasped as he picked up the black dildo and admired its curves and texture.

As Han curiously experimented with the settings, I let my eyes drift down his body. His shoulders and back were muscular and sinewy. I needed to run my nails down that back later. His hips were slim and perfect for wrapping my legs around. I’d already done that, but the thought of doing that again made my heart beat faster.

Then my eyes landed on his round, pert ass.

Oh my God. I have to touch it.

My legs felt like they had a life of their own as they crawled me closer to sit by his side, and my hands moved of their own accord as I firmly grabbed one, meaty cheek and squeezed it in my hand.

“Hey! That’s my butt!” Han squealed and looked back at me in surprise.

I stared back at him, not attempting to move my hand at all.

“Don’t stop.” He added and went back to exploring my sex toys.

I alternated between squeezing and massaging one cheek, then moved onto the other. His ass looked scrumptious. Perfectly perky, but squishy enough to sink my fingers around. I knew why people refer to an ass as ‘buns’, because Han’s looked like two perfectly baked bread buns.

I growled and smacked him on the left cheek, finishing with a hungry squeeze.

Han gasped. I repeated the action. It just felt so satisfying. Then I did the same on the other cheek. I followed up with a gentle rub of the area I just slapped.

Han started responding with little gasps and his hips began to grind into the bed. When I paused he whimpered and wiggled his ass at me.

He likes this.

I felt encouraged to continue and that feeling I had earlier of wanting to be mean, making him beg and me being in control came back to the forefront. I wanted to make his cheeks burn red and and make him wait for permission to touch himself, or touch me, or to come. I wanted him to whimper and beg for relief.

“Do you like this baby?” I cooed and my hand landed down on his skin in a loud slap.

Han shuddered. “Yes..” He panted. “It feels… so good… please… don’t stop.”

I massaged the red skin, soothing it momentarily before spanking it again. Han’s breaths were becoming louder and more laboured as I increased the intensity of each slap. His hips desperately pressed into the bed for friction.

I want to wreck him.

I glanced back up towards Han’s head, he had the fluffy tail plug in his hand, his fingers stroking the long white furry tail and staring at it longingly.

I smirked. I knew what I wanted to do. “You like that toy do you, baby?” I leaned down and kissed his butt cheek. It took all my effort not to sink my teeth into the flesh.

What is happening to me?

Where are these urges coming from?

“Does Han want me to share my toy with him?” I held my breath. Was this too much? Had I gone too far? Would he leave?

Han nodded. “Hannie wants...” He whispered.

Hannie? He was calling himself in the third person.

I carefully took the plug from him, and the lube, applying a generous amount the to the steel plug. This toy was new. I admired the long white fluffy tail attached to a vibrating silver bullet. It would look so good with Han’s ass.

Straddling his thighs I realised I had no idea what I was doing. I had never touched a man’s asshole before, let along insert something. But there was no backing out. Han had given up on the rest of my toys. They’d been pushed aside. The side of his face was buried into the mattress, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of his head. His hips still wiggling in frustration.

“Patience, Hannie.” I said.

I placed one hand on his cheek, pushing it to the side so I could find my target. Then I turned the vibrator on and placed the tip on his rim. Han sucked his breath in at the contact, then relaxed into the bed as I gently massaged him with the tip.

I wasn’t sure when I should apply more pressure. What if I actually hurt him? But the sounds he was making, the beautiful, needy moans, prompted me to push the tip in slightly.

Han let out a long, deep, relieving moan at the stretch. The plug wasn’t all that thick or long, it was dainty, and I wondered if maybe I should just push it in all the way.

“Hannie? Do you think you can take the rest?” I asked gently.

“Fuck… yes… just put it in.” He sounded frustrated.

I pushed the plug in all the way and turned the vibration up to full.

“Yes… fuck… yes… baby…” Han was writhing underneath me, but he couldn’t do much while I was still straddling his thighs.

I simultaneously massaged both Han’s cheeks roughly, pulling them apart on each circle, eliciting a sharp breath from him each time I did it.

I was so fucking turned on I could feel the wetness between my legs.

“Hannie,” I said crawling up to meet his face with mine. “Can you put this one in me?” I held out the little black butt plug and offered it to him.

I positioned myself on all fours, while Han knelt behind me.

“Here, baby, put some lube on it first.” I instructed. Han didn’t look like he was alert at all.

I heard a squeeze of lube, presumably on the plug, and then cold lube being smeared on my entrance. Then I felt the vibration against me. I was so ready, so aroused, so desperate that I began to back myself onto the vibrating plug. The stretch burned, but eased quickly, and it was only a moment later that it was snugly inside of me. The vibrations pulsed through entire pelvis and causing my whole body to shake.

But I needed more.

And so did Han.

I felt the head of his cock push against me, trying to squeeze inside. But I was tight. As the tip stretched me open, both of us gasped.

“You’re so tight with that in there.” He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I whined in frustration. “Just fuck me already, Han.” And I pushed back hard against him as he pushed equally as hard into me.

I felt so filled up, so stretched, and so stimulated that I knew this wouldn’t last long.

“I...I c..can feel the vibrations through your walls.” Han exclaimed. I could only imagine what Han must be feeling, with the vibrator inside of him sending shivers through his body, to having his cock being squeezed in my tight, clenching and vibrating vagina.

I lost all sense of myself as Han fucked me for the second time. I forgot my name, where I was, everything. Everything except how good it felt to have Han fucking Jisung inside me, ruining me, owning me, and taking me to ecstasy.

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Han pov.

Han laid on his back panting. He had just had his mind blown to oblivion. His brain tried desperately to catch up with what had just transpired. He’d never shown a woman that side of himself before. The side that liked to be submissive. He’d never had a women play with his ass like that either.

Sophie leaned over him and kissed his neck. “I’ll be right back.” She cooed bringing him back to reality.

She quickly checked her phone then placed it back on the bedside table and disappeared into the bathroom.

Han’s eyes gravitated to the phone. The screen hadn’t locked yet. His brain started to kick into overdrive. Could he? Should he? Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed her phone and opened the contacts.

Then he selected “Create a New Contact.” He stared at the screen.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing Jisung? He said to himself. But his fingers kept going as he entered the name Han Jisung. Then he typed in his number.

Really, what the fuck are you doing, you idiot?

Then, he phoned the number letting the call connect. Lastly, Han went to the recent call log and deleted the phone call he just made.

This is a bad idea.

He heard Sophie exiting the bathroom, and he quickly put the phone back where she’d left it.

She slipped back into bed laying herself against his side and placed a leg across his stomach. Han turned his head to kiss her, his hand resting on her thigh. She was so soft, warm, safe.

He’d wanted to go slow. That’s what he’d decided when he made his way to her door earlier. He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to remember every moment - every sigh, every whimper, every quiver of her muscles. He wanted to look into her eyes while he slowly fucked her.

But this was good too. More than good. This was the best sex he’d ever had. He grinned. He still wanted to... make love... to her though. Why do those words keep popping in his head? Oh why had he said that out loud to her before? MAKE LOVE? He covered his eyes with his free hand. How fucking cringe.

He stole a glance at Sophie, worried she might be reading his mind, but she had dozed off, her breath had settled into a calm and steady rhythm.

Han let himself settle into the bed and drift off to sleep too. In the back of his mind he remembered what she’d said earlier that day. “This is my humble abode for the next day or two.” Did that mean she would be still here tomorrow night?

Could he see her again?

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Han squinted as he opened his eyes to the glaring morning sun streaming through the crack in the blinds.

Where the fuck am I? He rubbed his eyes as the memory of last night’s events came back to him.

He registered the limbs that were wrapped around his body, and sighed in relief. It was real. It wasn’t a dream, he thought as he turned his gaze to the woman in his arms. Fast asleep. She must have tired herself out, he chuckled to himself and stroked her hair, moving it out of her face.

Sophie was older than he was, he was sure. A Noona. He wondered how old she was. Thirty maybe? It didn’t matter though, did it? This could never go anywhere anyway. All Han knew for sure was that he lost his capacity for commonsense and self-control when he was near her.

His muscles tensed as the goddess wrapped around him stirred and eventually opened her bleary eyes.

“Hey, baby.” He whispered. Sophie blinked several times to wake herself up properly, then leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Han’s skin burned at the touch and a warmth spread from his chest to the rest of his body. Imagine waking up to someone like this everyday? He pushed that thought away immediately. He had another concert to think about.

Shit, the concert. Fuck, what time was it?

Panicked, Han glanced around the room trying to locate his pants where he kept his phone. “What time is it?” he cried.

“10 o’clock.” Sophie answered looking at her phone.

“Fuck!” He sprang out of bed, scrambling for his clothes. Frantically he searched his pockets and eventually pulled out his phone.

10 missed calls. Fuck, he was in trouble. He unlocked his phone to see who exactly had been calling him. Five calls from Chan, 4 from Changbin and one from…and one from… He remembered what he had done last night.

Guilt replaced the panic that Han was feeling, and as he dressed he peeked over at Sophie who was sitting propped up on the bed watching him with a worried expression. It was a bad idea to have her number. It was a bad idea to leave the door of possibility open.

“Sophie?” He said “I have to go. I’m late.” He choked and gestured at his phone.

Sophie nodded in understanding and smiled, but Han didn’t miss the solemn expression that appeared for just a fraction of a second.

He felt like he’d been kicked in the guts and his eyes began to prickle. His mind, his fight or flight response, the adrenalin coursing through him, they were all screaming at him to hurry the fuck up and get where he supposed to be.

But his heart, his fucking heart, rooted him to the spot, paralysing him.

Sophie bit her lip and looked at him with hazy eyes, and Han felt like he was being magnetised towards her. It was like something in her had reached out and grabbed onto his heart and was literally pulling him to her.

He didn’t know how, but the next thing he knew he was sitting by her on the bed, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her like his life depended on it. They explored each other’s mouths, their tongues dancing together, trying to memorise the feeling and the taste. He felt himself getting hard again.

Sophie reached down towards Han’s rapidly growing erection with one hand, her other hand cupped his cheek “Can I take care of you first?” She gazed at him longingly.

“Baby… I’m not sure there’s time…I’m going to need to be quick…” Sophie put a finger to his mouth to sush him.

“I want to take care of you… will you let me?” Han’s heart began to pound. How could he say no? He wanted to stay for as long as possible. He wanted to stay forever. He wanted to forget about commitments, schedules and work. He was tired. He was lonely. He needed connection outside of his band mates.

Han nodded. It was all he could do. Despite knowing that he should have already left, Han stood next to the bed while Sophie made quick work of undoing his pants.

“You shouldn’t have bothered getting dressed.” She teased, freeing his cock.

Han knew he didn’t have the biggest or thickest dick in the world, but he knew it was pretty. Well as pretty as cocks could be, and he loved the way Sophie’s eyes widened as she admired it hungrily.

All thought left him when she took him in her hand and licked the leaking pre-cum from his tip.

“Fuck, Baby!” He hissed in surprise.

Sophie looked up at him. “Use me.” She said. Han blinked. “Fuck my face…Do it how it feels good for you…I want to take care of you… I know you need to be quick…Please...I want to take it. I trust you.” The last part was whispered.

Sophie opened her mouth for Han’s cock, locking her eyes on his has he sank himself into her mouth.

“Fuck!” He sucked in a sharp breath.

Sophie giggled around his dick sending shivers through Han’s entire body. Her mouth felt so good that he couldn’t hold back even if he wanted to, and he began thrusting himself in and out of her mouth fast.

Her eyes watered as he assaulted the back of her throat. For a split second he worried that he was too much, that he was going too hard, but when she reached around to cup his ass and pull him in deeper into her mouth, he let go completely, ramming himself into her with abandon before releasing himself down her throat.

Han pulled out and knelt down on the floor in front of Sophie bringing her in for a kiss. He needed to kiss her. He needed to be close to her. He didn’t even care that she hadn’t completely finished swallowing his cum and that he could taste it in her mouth.

“Baby…” Han reluctantly broke the kiss. “Did I hear you right, you will still be here tonight?” he said hopefully.

Sophie brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Yes, Han. I’ll still be here tonight.”

Han’s breath hitched at the possibility of seeing her again, but then he remembered. He had commitments after the show, and he didn’t know how long that would take.

“Sophie, baby… I really wanna see you again tonight.” He kissed her cheek, then nibbled her ear, drawing a slight shiver from her. “Could I? Would it be okay?” His hand explored her stomach and drifted up to cup her breast. Sophie leaned into him humming in approval. “Yes, Han… You still have to make love to me remember.” She grinned sheepishly.

“Oh you heard me say that huh?” He said, turning beet red.

“Mmm. I did… it made me come… actually.” It was Sophie’s turn to burn red.

Han raised an eyebrow “Really?” he was surprised. He was convinced she’d think it was cheesy. Then for another long moment he kissed her again.

“Hey…” His tone turned serious.

“I have to do some things…after the show… and I’m not sure how late I will get here. But I’ll come. I promise. I just don’t know how what time it will be… I hope…”

“Han!” Sophie took his face in her hands. “It’s okay. I’ll wait for you.” She beamed that beautiful warm smile, and Han felt himself relax.

She stood up and climbed off the bed and Han drank in her naked form as she sauntered over to the coffee table.

“Here.” She held out a keycard for the hotel room. “They gave me two of these at check in…” She trailed off, handing him the card.

Han looked at the rectangle piece of plastic in his hand, and then looked at Sophie with a hopeful gaze.

“Just let yourself in when you get here.”

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Sophie pov.

I didn’t tell Han that I was going to the concert that night. I didn’t want to give him the chance to offer me special treatment, or take more of his attention when he needed to focus on his actual job. I imagined the disapproving glares I would have got from his fellow band members when they realised that I was the reason Han was late to his schedule.

No today I would stay out of his way.

After Han left, I went back to bed for a bit longer to try and get a little more sleep, but the events of last night kept running over and over through my head. That was so wild. It seemed that Han fucking Jisung knew how to unlock parts of me that I never knew were locked up!

I reached down between my thighs and touched myself. I was slightly tender, and the contact from my fingers sent a shiver through me. He felt so perfect inside me. It sounded so cliche but it was as if he was made for me.

What am I saying? Of course he isn’t made for me! He lives in another country. He is far too young for me. He’s a fucking idol for Christ's sake!

I let out a big, loud sigh. Get up, Sophie. Pull yourself together.

I gathered the used toys and went into to the bathroom to clean them up. A smirk plastered on my face as I washed the silver-fluffy-tail plug, carefully holding the fluffy tail out the water. Han Jisung you are going to be a hard man to forget.

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The day passed so painfully slow. Every time I thought I was distracted, my mind would either wander to the activities of last night, or to the possibilities of what was to come later that night.

Those thoughts were okay. It was the intrusive thoughts that bothered me somewhat. In the cafe I imagined Han sitting in the seat across from me trying to feed me a piece of cake, wide eyed and silly. When I was walking outside the strip of shops I imagined Han by my side, arm linked with mine as we browsed shops and bought each other gifts. When I was in the Uber I imagined I was going to see my boyfriend perform on stage.

I felt a rush of adrenalin when I arrived at the venue, the energy amongst Stays was buzzing. I took my seat, this time further away than the evening before, and took a deep breath.

He’s not your boyfriend. He’s an idol. He is unattainable.

He is just a bit of fun. An unforgettable experience. One I will never forget.

He just wants to get his rocks off. It’s not about you.

He says he wants to make love to me.

He’ll probably just fuck you again. If he turns up at all.

I gave him my key card. He’s going to come to me tonight.

He might not.

Shut up and just enjoy the show.

The concert was amazing as expected. This time I got to hear Changbin’s solo “Mirror Mirror” and Chan looked like was almost going to cry when he said is ending speech.

Han was his usual energiser bunny self. Where did this man get his energy? Considering what he got up to last night.

I was almost going to cry too. It was all going to be over too soon, and I wasn’t talking about the concert.

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Anticipation buzzed through me as I laid in bed that night. Han fucking Jisung was going to be here soon.

But the hours passed and he still hadn’t arrived. I tossed and turned restlessly. Part of me was waiting to hear the door. Part of me felt agitated that I couldn’t fall asleep. I cared too much about whether or not he turned up and it made me angry with myself.

Where was he?

See he isn’t coming.

Yes he will, you’ll see.

Just go to sleep.

I eventually resigned myself to the possibility that he might not come at all, and eventually I fell asleep.

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Han pov.

Han was distracted and fidgety after the show. He had to do some official work with the other members, but all he could think about was when he could go to Sophie. Was she waiting for him? Did she think he wasn’t coming?

Once they had wrapped things up Hyunjin took Han to the side. “Hannie, bro, what’s going on with you?” he whispered. “It’s that Noona isn’t it?”

Han dropped his head but didn’t say anything.

“It is!” Hyunjin blew out a loud breath. “Did you sleep with her last night?”

Han lifted his head to meet his friend’s eyes and nodded. “I…She… she makes me feel…” he drifted off, he wasn’t sure how he could narrow down everything he felt into one word.

“Comforted?” Hyunjin offered, wrapping an arm around Han’s shoulder.

Yes. Comforted. That was the perfect way to describe it. But he felt a myriad of other feelings too. Safe. Warm. Euphoric. Complete. Satisfied. Insatiable. But comforted? That resonated with Han the mostl

“She does, Hyunjin. She makes me feel really good. She helps me forget about the pressure… the stress…” he smiled just at the thought of her. But his smile disintegrated when he thought about the reality of the situation. Sophie could never be his, as much as he wanted to pretend that she could be.

“Shh… It’s okay.” He soothed. “Are you going to go to her tonight too?”

“I know I shouldn’t, Hyung” Han sobbed.

Han leaned his head against Hyunjin’s chest and Hyunjin wrapped his arms around him entirely, holding him in a strong embrace.

Hyunjin stroked Han’s hair affectionately. “Hannie. I think you’d regret it more if you didn’t go to her tonight.”

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Han’s nerves skyrocketed as approached room 143. This was going to be his last chance with Sophie. He wanted to make it count. He wanted to make it a night to remember. He wanted to memorise every single thing that was about to happen so he could draw upon it again and again.

He stood outside Sophie’s room and took a deep breath. This is it Han. He nervously pulled the key card out of his pocket and studied it for a moment. Was this the right thing to do? He silently told his brain to shut the fuck up, and with a shaky hand opened Sophie’s door and slipped inside.

Han moved quietly, shedding his clothing and slid into bed beside Sophie. She was asleep and she was…naked. He scooched up to spoon her, pressing his entire body against hers, and nuzzled his face into her shoulder.

He didn’t want to wake her, but he also didn’t want to lose a moment either. He was leaving the country tomorrow. He slowly peppered light kisses along her neck and shoulder, and his hand delicately stroked her arm as it made it’s way down to caress her hip. He pressed his hardening length against her ass, the pressure against his cock made him release a shaky breath and bite his bottom lip. He explored her body with a slow and gentle touch while his mouth continued to nip at her neck. He felt her breath change from a slow, steady rhythm to shallow gasps, and as she woke she started to push her ass back against him.

Han pulled away, allowing Sophie to roll onto her back, and he moved to hover over her, holding himself up with his arms either side of her.

“You’re here?” she said wearily. “Yes baby. I came as soon as I could… I’m sorry it’s so late.”

Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her for a kiss. It was like he’d been gone for a month. Her mouth devoured him, her hungry tongue searching for his.

“I need to see you… can we put a lamp on?” Han needed to see everything if he was going to add it to his memory bank. With a flick of a switch above the bed one of the bedside lamps came to life.

Now Han could see properly, he set to work. If yesterday was all about release and relief, tonight would be all about creating a memory that he could draw upon time and time again. Tonight he was going to go slow and take his time.

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Sophie pov.

Han Jisung was really here! See he hadn’t stood me up. He hovered over me with an expression of overwhelm and desperation that made me yearn for him with every cell of my being. The way his wide eyes bored into me made me feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

He explored my bottom lip with his tongue, slowly running the tip along the sensitive skin and slowly pushed it into my mouth as our lips connected. His tongue massaged mine. Slowly. Deliberately. The way he was kissing me made my pelvis ache, my vagina squeeze tight and my body feel drunk. He pulled away and looked down on me with now hooded eyes and he bit down hard on his his lower lip, before leaning down to kiss the side of my neck, nipping at it and sucking the flesh. I let out a slight squeal and he smiled against my skin.

Han’s hands and mouth explored every inch of my skin, first making his way from my neck to my breasts. He pinched one nipple lightly while his mouth found the other and sunk his teeth around it. It was pure heaven having his mouth attached to me like this. Then he swapped, taking the other nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue over it before biting it gently.

Eventually, his mouth made it’s way to my stomach and he kissed me there while his hands massaged my breasts. I didn’t take my eyes off of him while he worked his way down to my core.

Han knew exactly what to do. He’d really paid attention yesterday, and he applied the same technique that had taken me over the edge. But this time he slowed the pace right down, and then he alternated from gentle and soft motions to hungry and passionate. I loved both, and I showed him how good he felt by rewarding him deep moans and whimpers.

He brought me to orgasm with his fingers deep inside me and his mouth covering my clitoris. I saw stars and I thought I was going to float away from how fucking amazing it felt.

He made his way back up my body just as slowly as he went down it, making sure he gave every inch of skin equal care and attention. “I wanna remember. Every. Single. Part. Of. You.” He said between kisses to my stomach and crawled his way back up to be face to face with me. His lips glistened with my wetness and he had the audacity to lick his lips. “You taste so fucking good. Did you know that?” and he leaned down to kiss me messily so I could taste myself on him. “See… delicious right?” and he crashed his mouth back down on mine.

My hands explored Han’s body too, running them up and down his back. Stroking the back of his neck where his shaved undercut met his skin, and then slid them all the way to his fucking perky ass to pull his hips down to press against mine. I could feel his hard cock trapped between us and I was ready to beg him to be inside of me.

As if sensing my thoughts, or reading my body’s signals, Han lifted his hips enough to slide his hand down to my lips, sliding it through my wetness.

“Fuck!” I didn’t know if I had said it or if he did. All I knew is that this was pure bliss.

He removed his fingers and reached around the back of my thigh pulling it to the side, giving him access to nestle between my legs. With eyes locked on mine he allowed the head of his penis to brush against my lips. I inhaled sharply and my eyes plead with him to sink into me. He didn’t break eye contact as he pushed his hips against me and his cock effortlessly found my entrance and slipped inside with one motion.

Han let out a wobbly exhale, and once he was fully inside, he pushed even further ensuring he was as deep as possible. The stretch felt incredible, the pressure against my cervix exquisite. He really was made for me.

“You doing okay, baby?” he panted. He hadn’t even started moving yet and he looked out of breath.

“Mmm-hmm” I nodded. I wanted him to start moving. I wanted him closer. I wanted him to consume me.

He began to move in and out of me, and the kisses started again. On my mouth. On my neck. My shoulder. My nipples. Whatever hand wasn’t propping himself up was caressing me tenderly.

He pulled away and leaned up on both his elbows to drink in my body with his gaze. Then he looked down to watch his cock as he pulled it out almost the whole way only to push it in again with long languid strokes. His mouth hung open and his tongue poked out the side and he lifted his head back up to me.

“Your cock looks so good doing that to me.” I said.

“It sure fucking does. Your pussy takes me so well. It’s like we were made for each other.”

It was like we were made for each other.

Something in me snapped and I pulled him back down so that his whole weight was crushing me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist so that I could cling to him and hold him as close as possible.

Han took both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, and reached around to my ass with the other, pulling my cheek to the side so he could grind deeper. He buried his face in my neck and sucked the skin hard enough it was going to leave marks. I wanted him to leave evidence.

His thrusts were still slow but they had more force behind them now. He’d pull out so slowly only to slam back in, hitting my cervix and creating a loud slapping sound as his body connected with mine.I wanted him to make me sore so I could feel him for days to come.

I want him to hurt me.

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Han pov.

Han knew he wanted to make love to Sophie, but he didn’t know making love could mean pinning her hands above her head as he his cock slammed into her. He didn’t know it could mean bursting the blood vessels on her neck or pinching her nipple so hard she arched her back and cried his name. He didn’t know it could mean digging his fingers so hard into her hips that she was bound to bruise, and he didn’t know it could mean placing a hand on her neck and gently applying pressure while she watched him with lustful eyes. But it was making love and Han couldn’t think of any other name to describe what has happening. It felt so…right.

Han balanced his forceful ministrations with tender kisses, gentle caresses and sweet words. He loved to hear the different ways her body responded under his touch, from high pitched cries, to long low moans and everything in between.

“Ride me, baby.” He huffed lifting Sophie up and top of him as he flipped onto his back. He had the perfect view now as she rolled her hips against him and eagerly cupped her own breasts. Han laid back and enjoyed what was happening above him. He watched her facial expression as she rode him, her breasts as she massaged them, and then his eyes drifted down to where the was sitting flush against his pelvis.

Sophie leaned down to kiss him gently as she began to move up and down along his length. He wrapped his arms around her tight and lifted his hips to meet hers as she slid back down his cock. She was so fucking wet too. Obscene, wet noises filled the room as their breathing became ragged and strained.

“I’m really close…. Can you come with me?” He stammered.

“Yes…I’m…I’m gonna come…I’m close…” and with that Sophie lifted back up and threw her head back as she bucked and rocked on him with abandonment. Han held her hips guiding her as she started to falter and he felt her walls tighten around him. It sent Han over the edge and he choked on his breath as he released himself deep inside of her. He felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs and his entire body buzzed.

“That was fucking incredible, Han.” Sophie flopped down on his chest panting. “Where did you learn to be so good at that, huh?”

Han stroked her back that was now covered in a sheen of sweat. He could feel her heart racing against him.

“What? Making love?” he joked.

“Yeah…Making love. How’d you learn to be so good at it?”

“I don’t know…I’ve never really…made love before. It had always just been sex.”

Sophie slowly slid off his spent cock and laid against his side.

“If that's what making love's supposed to be Han, then I’d never done it either." She smiled.

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Sophie Pov.

Han made love to me three more times that night. The man truly had an endless supply of energy and an endless supply of semen! Each time we started slow, his cock would struggle to squeeze into my sore and swollen lips.

“I’m not hurting you am I baby?” He’d ask me each time.

“No Han, it feels achingly good…keep going.” Would be my answer.

I lost count of the number of times he took me to the stars. During one time tears sprung from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, sending me into a blubbering mess. We both came and then broke down in sobs. Fuck he made my heart ache so bad.

Eventually, Han did run out of energy and we fell asleep covered in sweat, tears and cum. We could clean up in the morning, but for now I needed to be mingled with him for a while longer.

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“Can I video you?” Han asked through ragged breaths. I hesitated. He wants to what? He wants to video me?

My brain ran through all the possible implications.

What if someone saw it?

What if it got leaked?

If I let him record me I’d have no control over it.

Has he done this before?

Does he video all his encounters?

Does he have a whole hard drive of conquests?

Han and I had woken up half an hour earlier at half past five in the morning, so that we could have a few more hours together. He was lazily fucking me, because we needed to be connected for as long as possible, when he popped the video question.

“Baby,” he broke my thoughts. “We don’t have to…” he reassured me. “I..don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He stroked my inner thigh lightly, tenderly.

“Yes…” I whispered. “Yes it’s okay…it’s just…I’ve never done something like that before.” I lowered my eyes sheepishly.

“Me either…But I really want to… If you’re okay with it.”

I studied his face. His expression was soft and caring. He was being honest. He was telling the truth.

I nodded. “Yes… let’s do it.” My concern faded and was replaced with a nervous smile.

He’s going to have me forever.

He’s going to jerk off to this later.

I’m going to make him come long after today.

The thought excited me.

Han pulled out of me and fetched his phone. Then repositioned himself, kneeling between my legs.

He looked up at me. “Are you ready, Sophie.” He whispered.

I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded profusely.

Holding the phone near his chest, he aimed it down towards my pussy. Then with a few pumps of his cock with his hand he pushed the head against my lips, sliding it from the entrance up to my clitoris. I gasped and looked down to watch his cock slide up and down through my sensitive labia. They were swollen and sore now from all the delicious fucking we’d been doing, yet I wanted him to give me more.

“Han…” I squeaked, my voice cracking. He looked up at me, camera following his gaze. “I…Please…I need your cock inside me…” I begged. I wanted him to know how much I needed him, right now in this moment, and every time he watched his video in the future. I hooked a hand under each of my thighs and pulled them as wide as I could so I could give him the best view possible.

With what could only described as a growl, Han pointed the camera back down between us, and plunged his cock inside of me.

“Fuck… you feel so tight…baby.” He panted. He’d been saying that all night, as though every time he penetrated me was for the first time. For me, each time I felt that first push inside of me it felt like relief. Relief that he was finally back where I needed him most. Back where he belonged.

His jaw was slack, mouth agape, as he concentrated on long, slow thrusts. He’d drag his cock out almost to the tip, pause, then squeeze back inside to the hilt. His eyes flickering between what he saw in real life, and the screen on his phone. The noises I was making were becoming obscene and pornographic. I needed him to know how good, how perfect, he felt.

He looked so fucking hot filming me like this just as it felt so erotic being filmed!

“I wanna see you play with yourself, baby.” He instructed.

I let go of one of my legs and Han pressed against it with his free hand, keeping it pinned out of the way. He was stronger than me and pushed my leg further than I thought it could go.

I reached down to my pussy and spread my lips with two fingers, exposing my most intimate parts to the man filming me.

Han’s eyes glazed over, his eyes hooded, and he hadn’t closed his mouth yet. He hungrily licked his lip as he watched me begin to swirl my fingers over my clit and then rub and flick the nub in an upward motion.

The camera drifted up my body and to my face. I stared right into the lens with with an expression of pure ecstasy. I bit my lower lip hard as my eyes begged him to ruin me.

Han whispered a “Fuck!” under his breath and he suddenly snapped his hips faster, making my breasts bounce and knock the breath out of me.

“That’s it, Han… Fuck me faster…harder…” I cried out. “I wanna come on your cock!”

Han’s hips pounded into me, and the sudden change from the relentless, slow thrusts that he had been torturing me with previously, to this forceful pace, tipped me over the precipice. My back arched off the bed, my hands gripped the sheets as I released a long, primal guttural moan. I didn’t care how I sounded or how I looked, or what it must’ve looked like on video. I was too wrapped up in the moment to give a fuck.

“That was so god damned hot.” Han said dead seriously. He’d stopped fucking me and was staring at me in wonderment.

“You make me this way.” I panted and relaxed my body back into the bed.

Han paused in thought. “Baby…Sophie…?” he put the phone down on the bed beside him and crawled up to meet my face. He stroked my cheek and kissed my jawline. “There’s something…one more thing I want to try…” he hovered over me, looking in my eyes with a nervous expression. “And… We really don’t have to do it… And if we start…and you feel like you need to stop… you have to tell me, ‘kay?”

I cupped his adorable cheeks with both hands and kissed him.

“Han…” I cooed. “What is it? What do you want to try?”

Han swallowed “I wanna fuck your ass.” He said and exhaled loudly.

I raised an eyebrow, then softened my face. “Then do it.”

Han’s eyes widened. “Really? You’re sure?” he sounded shocked. “Okay… Um…Well…lube…We’ll need the lube.” He scrambled off me to retrieve the lube from the bedside table (we’d been using it here and there throughout the night), and I positioned myself on all fours.

Han knelt behind me. “Do I need to…you know… prep you?” He had already squirted some lube on his fingers and massaging my rim. Oh fuck! It felt so good. I dug my teeth into my lower lip to muffle a moan when his thumb breached my opening. His other hand greedily attacked my sopping pussy, slipping two fingers inside of me and digging into my g-spot.

“Fuck Han!” I squealed. “You’re gonna make me come again doing that!” my surprised reaction morphed into a laugh, and then into a low moan as his fingers dug at my sensitive walls.

“Just trying to get you ready to take me.” He grinned and slid his two fingers out only to return with three fingers directed straight into my g-spot. I mewled at the stretch and the ache in my pelvis.

“Ah but Han, baby, that’s not the hole you’re getting me ready for!” I teased. He growled roughly and removed his thumb from my ass and repositioned his hand so he could press against me with two lubricated fingers. “Are you ready, baby?”

I nodded “Please…hurry.”

He pushed his two fingers into me.

“Is that better?”

“Mmm-hhhm.” I hissed through gritted my teeth.

“Does it hurt, baby? I can stop.”

Does it hurt, baby? Those words made me want nothing more than to have him hurt me deliberately just to say those words. But in my mind instead of “I can stop” he’d say “Can you be a good girl and take it for me?”

“Yes…yes it hurts but in the best possible way.” I managed through my panting breath. “Hurt me more.” I whined.

Han hesitated.

“I’ll say red if I need you stop, okay?” I promised.

“Okay baby, if you’re sure.” His words were barely a whisper.

Han removed all his digits and I cried out at the emptiness. The emptiness wasn’t just in my body, it was in my heart too. Is this what it will feel like when this is over?

I felt Han’s cock push against my rim. “If you’re ready, baby, I want you take me, okay? All of me. I know how badly you want it.” He pushed the head past my rim.

“Oh…fucking…God…” The stretch was like nothing I’d ever felt. It was like I was being split in two. I gripped the sheets and squeezed my eyes shut, panting until the burning eased.

“M..more…” I mumbled. “I…want…need -”

“Shhh. It’s okay, baby. It won’t be long until I’m fucking you, okay?” Han cooed and massaged my ass cheeks.

As Han continued to penetrate me it sounded like he was struggling to compose himself. His breath was short and shallow and he kept muttering how “fucking tight” I was and how good it felt. It felt satisfying knowing that I made him feel this way.

I continued to hiss through my teeth at the intensity of pleasure I felt with every slight movement that was caused merely from our breathing.

It felt like Han was filling up my entire body, stretching me so wide I thought I’d die.

And then I felt his hips against me. He was completely inside me.

“You’re taking me so well.” He was saying all the right things to make me completely lose my mind, and I started bucking against him.

Holding onto my hips, Han guided me forward halfway off his cock and then slid my hips back to meet his.

“Jesus Christ…this…fuck…Oh shit…This feels…” Han cried “I have to go harder…is that okay? Do you think you can take it?” He pulled hips away and slammed then against me, ramming his cock into me. Then again, groaning loudly.

My arms gave way making me fall face first into the mattress, and my legs were struggling to hold me up. He was so deep inside me it felt like I was going to choke on his cock. My body felt like it was going to burst into a million pieces and scatter across the universe.

“Yes, Han…Please…Fuck the FEELINGS out of me!”

Han stopped abruptly and went quiet.

“Han?” my voice was tiny and wobbly. Fuck! Shit! Why did he stop?

He pulled his cock out of my ass and flipped me onto my back forcefully. Anger burned in his eyes and his brow furrowed as he glared at me. Wordlessly, he grabbed a pillow, folded it in half and pushed it underneath my hips He grabbed my legs not caring how hard he gripped me and hooked them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, he cupped the side of my face and roughly shoved a thumb into the corner of my mouth forcing me to suck his thumb. Then his hand slipped down to my neck. I stared into his burning, furious eyes as he squeezed his hand around my neck. I felt the air constrict. My eyes widened.

“WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?” he growled. “Why do want me to fuck…the feelings… out of you?” he winced at the last part, his voice sounding hurt. The anger in his eyes turning to despair.

I placed a hand over the hand on my neck, tears welling up in my eyes. He released his grip, but his hand remained where it was. He dropped his head and sighed.

“Han…” I sobbed. “It hurts.” He looked up at me confused. “In here.” I moved his hand from around my neck and placed it on my chest. His eyes followed his hand to where I’d placed it over my heart. “I thought maybe you could…like…fuck it away.”

Han’s face turned soft. “Oh baby,” he soothed and took my hand to his chest “it hurts for me too.”

Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed loudly.

“Baby…shh” he leaned in kissing away my tears, stroking my face. “It’ll be okay. It will. I promise.”

“I know…it’s just…hard.” I sniffled.

“Hey, come here.” He said soothingly and mouth met mine with a slow deep kiss. A kiss that made every part of me surrender, and every inch of my body and every cell of my being melt. His tongue danced tenderly with mine, and I moaned into his mouth making him smile. I sucked on his lower lip taking the flesh into my mouth savoring the feel and the taste, before pushing my tongue into his mouth.

I could feel his cock twitching against me.

“It seems you’re getting excited again, Sir.” I teased.

“Grrr… you make me crazy, you know that?” He grinned.

I smirked, although I must have looked a complete mess with my puffy eyes and tear-stained face.

“You know…” he leaned in close to my ear. “I won’t fuck your feelings out…but I tell you what I can do.” He whispered darkly.

“What?” I asked eagerly, my breath hitching.

“I can fuck your brains out.”

He pushed himself up to kneel between my legs. “Would you like me to do that?” he asked, pressing himself against my ass again.

“Yes, Han I want you to.”

He reapplied whatever remaining lube we still had to his dick, and with barely any warning he pushed his entire length into me.

I welcomed every sensation that came with it. The burning, the stretch, the fullness, the pain. The sensations were amplified more than double, as they resonated with how my heart felt too. It too burned, and stretched, felt full, and it was definitely in pain. My heart and body together.

I closed my eyes losing myself to the feeling as Han hovered above me.

“Don’t take you eyes off me.” It was more of a beg than a demand or request.

I locked my eyes on his, his face contorted with angst and euphoria as his cock dragged along my inner walls and I squeezed around him like a vice.

“I’m gonna fuck your brains out now…and you can’t come ‘till I say.” He said huskily. “And you can’t look away. I wanna see your eyes the whole time.”

“O…okay..” I nodded.

Han set a brutal pace. It was the hardest he’d gone the entire two nights together. His hips snapped fast, rutting into me relentlessly. He slammed into me so hard that I knew that I would be feeling this for days. It’s what I had wanted all along, to feel him even after this. His body was sweaty and burning hot as I ran my hands over his biceps and shoulders, and my fingernails down his back.

The noises were absolutely obscene, my groans, whimpers and cries becoming louder and more feral. Han was making a lot of noise too, his breathing was laboured and heavy, and he kept muttering in Korean. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, but when they were they dark and hazy and locked on mine. We only truly broke eye contact when our mouth crashed together in messy, wet kisses.

“Fuck, I really do think you were made for me, Soph-” he breathed.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, and was nearly sent hurtling over the edge with one particularly hard thrust that made me cry out. “Han…!”

“Yes, Sophie?” he said as he slowed his pace for a moment.

“I…I’m so…so close.” I whined.

Han smiled and kissed me. “Me too, baby. You can come when you’re ready, okay?” he leaned his forehead on mine. “I won’t be far behind you.”

I nodded. “Okay… keep going.”

Han began to move again but he didn’t match the pace he had set before. His thrusts still had force behind them, but they were much slower and it heightened the sensations. I could focus on how exactly his cock felt as it dragged against my insides, or the how my stretched rim felt as he passed through it back and forth, or how my vagina would clench and ache as it yearned to be filled.

“Oh God! Oh….fuck!!!” My entire body stiffened and I choked on my breath as I saw stars. My orgasm wouldn’t slow down, it just kept going and I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I cried out.

“Come for me Han. I want you to own me.” I somehow managed, even though I thought my lungs had stopped working.

Han groaned as he released himself deep inside me, coating my walls as my extended orgasm eventually faded.

Han pulled out and collapsed on top of me out of breath and panting. He removed the pillow, not caring about the cum seeping out underneath me (we’d given up caring at this point), and propped himself up on and elbow.

“That was…intense.” He grinned the biggest fucked-out grin I’d ever seen. “You’re incredible.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I’m so lucky to have met you, you know that?”

I stroked his cheek. “You know what happened, don’t you?”

He looked at me intrigued. “What?” he smirked.

“We turned what was supposed to be raw and dirty anal sex into making love.”

“Ha!” he bellowed “True! You know what that means, right?”

I shook my head “No. What?”

“With all this making love, we might be in love.” He nestled his head onto my chest and I wrapped my arms around him tight.

“Maybe.” I sighed, but I didn’t let my mind entertain that idea.

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Han pov.

Han turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to come through.

“I can’t promise I won’t grope you.” He joked as he ushered Sophie into the shower with him. She stepped into the cubicle and allowed Han to soap her up.

“And I can’t promise I won’t spank your ass.” She equally teased, smacking him on the butt.

Their time together was almost over and they had finally come to terms with it (not just putting on a brave face, surely).

And after their shower they ordered room service breakfast and scoffed down muffins and fruit because it was tasty (not to squash down their sadness, or anything like that).

Eventually, it really was time to say goodbye.

“Sophie,” He held her tight as they stood at the hotel room entrance. “I’ll never forget what.. What we shared. You don’t know how much you’ve helped me…to feel like myself again.”

“You’d better not forget!” She playfully punched his arm. “You’ve got a fucking porno of me in your phone!”

Han grinned like an idiot. “Yeah!” he feigned embarrassment.

“Well…” he started and looked down at his feet.

“Yeah…” Sophie responded quietly, eyes downcast.

“I.. I have to go.”

Then Sophie threw her arms around him, almost knocking him over.

And she kissed him. Really kissed him. A kiss that was full of love and sorrow. A kiss that was a “thank you” and a “you’re welcome”. A kiss that was a “goodbye” and an “until next time”.

And Han kissed her back. He wanted to say so much but he couldn’t find the words. At least not English words. Actually, even the Korean words were hard to find. It was unlike Han to be speechless. But he tried to convey how he felt in the way he kissed her. A slow, tender, deep kiss. He tried to memorise the softness of her lips, and the taste of her tongue, the way she’d bite his lip as he pulled his mouth away.

“Remember me, okay?” He whispered.

“How could I ever forget you?” she replied.

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Tears had already escaped Han as he walked back to his room, and once he was inside he fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably, where no one could hear or see him.

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One Month Later

Han Pov.

A month later Han was in a hotel room in Atlanta. He’d just finished a show he was alone again with his thoughts.

Even though he always kept himself busy, thoughts of Sophie still crept into his head. He hardly slept because he’d dream about her. Last night he dreamed that she was on tour with him, but when he woke up he was alone.

He searched for her face everywhere he went. Every show, every meet, fucking everywhere! He searched even when he knew there was no possibility that she’d even be there. He wrote songs about her. He tried to distract himself with work.

And every night he would open his phone and watch the video of her. Seeing how she came undone on his cock always made him so hard and so heartbroken.

Sometimes he’d jerk off to watching the video like a porno. Sometimes he’d just listen to the audio in the dark and fantasise about fucking her while he got off.

Sometimes he just watched it without masturbating just to see her face and hear her voice.

And sometimes he’d cry when he watched it.

“Pull yourself together.” He would say, “or this is the last time I’m going to watch this.”

He even contemplated deleting the video entirely but he could never bring himself to do it.

That night, Han opened his contact list, like he did every night, and brought Sophie’s number up on the screen.

“You can’t fucking call her.” He’d say each and every time.

This time he hit dial.

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Sophie Pov.

After my time with Han my life went back to it’s regular rhythm, but it was like I was living on autopilot, and in some sort of hazy state. It was like I was doing all of the things Sophie does, but nothing felt right anymore.

Stray Kids were finishing their final leg of their tour and it took every ounce of will power not to watch clips of Han on Instagram. I didn’t want to be reminded of him, and I knew if I did look, it would be like picking a scab off a wound too soon.

It was a struggle to move on and I had often found myself thinking about him.

It would start when I opened my eyes in the morning. I’d imagine he was curled up beside me. Then I’d wonder what he was doing right now. If he was in Korea was he still fast asleep? What is he dreaming about? Does he dream about me? If he was in another country what is he doing? Do I creep into his mind too?

Does he watch the video he took?

And then eventually I’d get up and go about my day functioning as best I could.

I didn’t know how he felt. All I knew for sure was that I hadn’t forgot about him.

The weeks passed and the foggy haze that had been clouding be began to ease just slightly. I’d decided that it was okay to be sad and to grieve. It was a special, once in a lifetime, romantic encounter, and I shouldn’t want to forget it. I somehow found the trust in myself that eventually the pain will fade and this will one day be a cherished memory. One that will make my heart burst with happiness, rather than feel heavy and ache. I just wish it’d hurry the fuck up.

One Friday afternoon I was in a cafe working on my laptop, enjoying a coffee and cake. Stray Kids were in the US finishing off their tour. I knew because I’d started to become brave and and sneak a few peeks at Instagram. It was okay if I looked at clips of the other members, but if I saw Han my chest would pound and I’d have to turn it off. I was still not ready to look at him.

I finished my work, packed up and paid for my afternoon tea before heading out into the warm afternoon sun.

As I walked I focused my mind on my surroundings.

What could I see? The beautiful parkland to my left. The green grass. Trees that have been there far longer than I’ve been alive.

What could I feel? The warm sun. The breeze. The heaviness of my laptop bag strap digging into my shoulder.

What could I hear? People talking. Seagulls squawking. My phone ringing.

My phone ringing? Fuck!

I scrambled into by bag searching for my phone. It was probably a client. I pulled it out and looked at who was calling me.

Incoming Call: Han Jisung

I stopped dead in my tracks.

Han fucking Jisung?

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Han video called me every week. And in between he’d send me selfies and sweet messages. Occasionally, I’d get a cheeky dick pic. He said those particular photos were to make me so hungry that I’d fly to Korea.

I would count down the days until our video calls. It’s where we got to learn about, and get to know each other properly. We’d talk about everything. From my childhood to his time as a trainee, our passions, interests, dreams. Sometimes we’d talk about random shit, or he’d show me a new song.

He’d share with me his struggles and worries, and he’d listen to mine, always offering me empathy.

Sometimes our calls turned sexy and he’d masturbate while he instructed me to undress and play with myself. Sometimes he’d get me to use my toys or demonstrate the fluffy plug for him.

One particular evening we were on one of our calls and I’d slipped my top off for him.

“Fuck, baby! I’ll never get sick of your tits!” He hissed and I knew he was playing with himself.

“I should’ve given them more attention.” He said regretfully.

I responded with a seductive smirk and began to play with my nipples and then cup them in my palms, squeezing and massaging them.

“Imagine these wrapped around you cock, Han.” I suggested huskily as I pushed my breasts together. “Would you like to fuck my tits?”

Han’s mouth fell open and his tongue hung out the corner as he worked his cock. I couldn’t see what he was doing but his face told me that he’d come because of the way he squeezed his eyes shut, and from the choked sound in his throat. I loved seeing Han’s “pleasure face” as we’d affectionately started calling it.

Once he came back down to earth he stared at me lovingly, and reached out to touch the screen.

“I’d give anything to hold you right now.” He whispered. He had pure longing in his eyes.

I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. I’d planned to taunt and tease him and drop hints. But the pained, tormented look he was giving me melted my heart.

“Well baby!” I smiled. “You will get to touch me very soon.”

Han’s expression changed from longing to confusion, and then to hope. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened questioningly as realisation hit him.

“Wait! What? … Does that…. mean?”

I grinned “Yep, Han. I’ve bought flights to Korea!”

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Thank you for taking the time to read my Han and Sophie story... I am a sucker for a Han love story.

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