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moonchild9350 · 6 months ago

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This was *whew* 🥵 sub Han is a dream ahhhh. The description of his lips, his ass just so accurate omg 🫠

Han swiveling his hips singing Maniac made me giggle lol 😂 They’re falling in love ahhhhhh

Room 143 | idol!han x fem!reader \ part 5

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If someone had told you that you would have one night with Han Jisung, you would have laughed in their face.

Delulu! Absolute delulu! Last year I wrote a little fic about y/n going to the concert and by chance having a night of passion with the yummy Han Jisung. I thought it might be nice to revisit it with a rework (the original had an original female character but I’m changing it to y/n).

Chapter Summary: Han turns up at your hotel room.

CW: unprotected p in v, sex toys, anal plugs, spanking, sweetness.

The feelings that came over you when you 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 your chest that resembled angst and heartbreak, but also a tension that flooded south to your core.

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

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

You should turn him away. For your own good.

I don’t want to turn him away.

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

You couldn’t bare to look.

You didn’t need to look.

The tension was so thick you thought you were going to choke.

Neither of you had said a word yet. You both knew what he was asking by simply being at your door. You both knew what it would mean if you let him in.

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

I want to let him in.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly, bravely, met his eyes.

You 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?

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

Still a word had not been spoken.

Your heart kicked up a beat as you pushed the door closed, then rested your head momentarily on the door frame.

You’ve let him in.

I’ll take my chances.

It was lucky you took a second to ground yourself, because when you turned around he was on you. His mouth smashed against yours in a messy, feral kiss, and his hands gripped the sides of your waist to push you back against the door.

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

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

“I had to come, y/n.” 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 bad.”

“I want you too.” You whispered, tugging gently at his elastic waistband. A choked whimper left his lips when your hand gripped his cock and released it from his pants.

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

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

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

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

I really do love it when he calls you baby.

You started to writhe against him. You wanted to make him hungrier. You wanted him to snap. You wanted him to ruin you.

“It’s for you, Han Jisung.” You confessed, as you tried to guide his cock between your thighs.

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

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

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

You ached for him to be inside you, and you both gasped when the tip of his cock slipped inside.

He stopped still. He glanced down at where you were barely connected, and then looked back up at you 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 asked searching your face. “Cos I want you so bad, baby.”

“Fuck, yes…please.”

He pressed his cheek against yours, inhaled deeply, and sank you down onto his length in one motion, until he was buried all the way inside of your tight walls. You both sighed in relief, and the stretch felt excruciatingly delicious.

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

Han fucking Jisung was inside your hotel room.

Han Fucking Jisung was inside of you!

“I was going to go slow…” he panted as he hammered into you “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. You knew what he meant. It was like the the desire…the need… was so strong and so…visceral…that you just might lose your minds if you didn’t get it out of your bodies. And the only way to rid yourselves 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 your 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 you?

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

“Come inside me, Han…I need you to co-.." You didn’t finish your 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. “Fuck...that felt so good.” he chuckled.

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

“Y/n, baby?” Han said finally.

“Mmm hmm.?”

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

“Can I really spend the night with you?”

You broke out into 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 you’d say yes.

The thought scared you.

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You reached up and traced your 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 you that today. But there was something you hadn’t seen yet. Not up close anyway. You 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.” You said out of nowhere. “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!” You sat up suddenly too, and kneeled in front of him reaching for his shirt. Han followed his gaze to where your hand grabbed onto the fabric.

“I want you completely naked first.” You stared at him dead seriously.

His 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 you tugged his hands away and shook your head. “I want to undress you.” You whispered. He was frozen to the spot except to open his mouth to speak, and when he realized no words would come out, he simply nodded vigorously.

You took your time lifting his shirt, slowly revealing his slim waist and bellybutton, his hard abdominal muscles, then his chest and nipples. A shaky exhale escaped you as you pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the side. He didn’t move, his eyes just followed your hands as he let you roam his bare upper body, dragging your thumb across a pink nipple and leaning in to graze your tongue over the other. Your 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.” You directed Han to stand up so you could remove his sweatpants.

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

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

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

“Hmmm…” what to ask for? “What about… Venom?” You sat back on the bed as Han proceeded to perform for you, showing off that ‘snarl/sneer' you loved as much as possible.

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

“Continue.” You instructed.

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

It all finished in a fit of laughter from both of you as the performances got less and less serious and more about making you 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, holding it up for inspection.

Your bullet vibrator.

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

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

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

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

“I have these.” You 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.” You offered as an explanation of why you 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, you let your eyes drift down his body. His shoulders and back were muscular and sinewy. You needed to run your nails down that back later. His hips were slim and perfect for wrapping your legs around. You'd already done that, but the thought of doing that again made your heart beat faster.

Then your eyes landed on his round, pert ass.

Oh my God. You had to touch it.

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

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

You stared back at him, not attempting to move your hand at all.

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

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

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

He gasped. You repeated the action. It just felt so satisfying. Then you did the same on the other cheek, following up with a gentle rub of the area you just slapped.

Han started responding with little pants, and his hips began to grind into the bed. When you paused he whimpered and wiggled his ass at you.

He likes this.

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

“Do you like this baby?” You purred and your hand landed down on his skin in a loud slap.

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

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

You want to wreck him.

You glanced back up towards his head. He had the fluffy tail plug in his hand, his fingers stroking the long white furry tail and staring at it longingly.

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

What is happening to you?

Where are these urges coming from?

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

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

Hannie? He was calling himself in the third person.

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

Straddling his thighs you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You'd 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 your toys, and 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.” you said.

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

You weren't sure when to apply more pressure. What if you actually hurt him? But the sounds he was making, the beautiful, needy moans, prompted you to push the tip in slightly.

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

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

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

You pushed the plug in all the way and turned the vibration up.

“Yes… fuck… yes… baby…” He writhed underneath you, but he couldn’t do much while you were still straddling his thighs.

You simultaneously massaged both his cheeks roughly, pulling them apart on each circle, eliciting a sharp breath from him each time you did it. You were so fucking turned on you could feel the wetness gathering between your legs.

“Hannie,” You said crawling up to meet his face with yours. “Can you put this one in me?” You held out the little black butt plug and offered it to him, then positioned yourself on all fours, while he knelt behind you.

“Here, baby, put some lube on it first.” you instructed. Han didn’t seem like he was alert at all, but you heard a squeeze of lube, presumably on the plug, and then cold lube being smeared on my entrance. Then you felt the vibration against you. You were so ready, so aroused, so desperate that you immediately began to back yourself onto the vibrating plug. The stretch burned, but eased quickly, and it was only a moment later that it was snugly inside of you. The vibrations pulsed through your entire pelvis and caused your whole body to shake.

But you needed more.

And so did Han.

You felt him press the head of his cock against you, trying to squeeze inside. But you were tight. As the tip stretched you open, both of you gasped.

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

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

You felt so full, so stretched, and so stimulated that you knew this wouldn’t last long.

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

You lost all sense of yourself as Han fucked you for the second time. You forgot your name, where you were. Everything. Everything except how good it felt to have Han fucking Jisung inside you, ruining you, owning you, and taking me to the stars.

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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.

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

You quickly checked your 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 your 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 you exiting the bathroom, and he quickly put the phone back where you'd left it.

You slipped back into bed laying yourself against his side and placed a leg across his stomach. Han turned his head to kiss you, his hand resting on your thigh. You were so soft, warm, safe.

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

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 you 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 you, worried you might be reading his mind, but you had dosed off, your 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 you'd said earlier that day. “This is my humble abode for the next day or two.” Did that mean you would be still here tomorrow night?

Could he see you again?

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#perky Han hehe #can’t wait for the next chapter Sorsha!#han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #caitlins recs

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musetember · 5 months ago

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your generation has, like, zero attention span for epic tales

Questies! Welcome to Musetember, our prompt challenge during September based on the Ancient Greek muses and the ways their stories and themes can inspire fanfiction and art.

We have nine different themed prompts and a special tenth - The Chorus - that invites you to participate through commenting or lists of recommendations.

Unfamiliar with the muses? We’ll take you on a journey through them all. Every muse inspires, but each has a domain that resonates with her the most. Write a story that embodies the muse who speaks to you most strongly, or write something inspired by each one in turn. You can interpret their domains as broadly or as literally as you like; the main thing is to create in whatever way feels best to you.

Calliope invites you to tell us an epic tale. Whether it’s the final battle between good and evil on Andowyne or a re-telling of an ancient legend from the old gods and heroes of our world, this is your chance to go ageless and big. What’s an epic tale? Classically these were long works like The Odyssey, passed down in stories upon stories. Don’t have the attention span for a tale quite that epic in length? Maybe your tale is epic in scale or ambition, rather than word count.

Melpomene looks deep into your heart and asks you, what is the worst that could happen? The muse of tragedy, she has seen over and over again the ruinous and inescapable paths people create for themselves and the ones they love. How could Sorsha doom her daughter to a loveless marriage? When hope is lost, what survives?

Thalia is here to make you laugh. With her, it’s time to embrace the most ridiculous premises, the silliest goobers and the bawdiest jokes you can imagine. Really revel in the humorous side of Willow, a comedy of errors, even a vaudeville au - just don’t forget that happy ending.

Erato - more like E-rated! Erato is the muse of erotica, so it’s time to get your smut on. Write a moment of intense passion, of aching desire, of the deepest, horniest bond imaginable.

Clio is your invitation to look into the past. As the muse of history, she’ll be with you whether you’re exploring the story of the first six fey to be cast out of the Grove, or if you’re deep in the research for a historical au in our world.

Polyhymnia welcomes you to explore religion and ritual. Speak to us of the Order of the Wyrm, of beliefs that shape the lives of the Bone Reavers… or of Catholic schoolgirls just trying to catch a moment together.

Euterpe sings. The stage is set and the orchestra is waiting - it’s time to celebrate music. Embrace the inspiration found in song lyrics, in band dynamics, in a brand new video edit, or ask yourself: does Kit really know how to play those instruments in her room?

Terpsichore extends her hand to draw you into a dance. From sexy grinding in a modern au to an aching slow dance in the rain, dance can be about self-expression or tight, rigid control.

Urania looks far beyond this world and draws your attention to the stars, to the two moons lighting up the sky. The muse of astronomy is as present in the far reaches of the galaxy in a sci-fi au as she is in the constellation of Jade’s freckles.

Finally, we come to the Chorus. In Ancient Greek works, the Chorus often represents a voice speaking to or with the audience, a bridge between the world of the story and the world outside it. The Chorus is vital. Without their commentary, something important is lost from a story. Those who comment on fanfiction as just as important - you readers are part of this challenge too! Tell the writers what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. Leave a comment on a favourite story that fits the thematic domain of each muse. Write up a rec list for your favourite muse, and share your favourites so that others can discover them and dive in.

Rules and some specific writing challenges below the read more!

Writing Challenges:

Still needing more inspiration? There are different ways you can approach this. You can write whatever style your heart wants, or you could try your hand at one of these challenges that interpret the muses’ calls in different ways.

The Fragment Challenge Write a drabble of 100 words, or write multiple drabbles as if they were glimpses into the same story with missing pieces in between. For artists, share a fragment of a work in progress - anything unfinished!

The Epistolary Challenge Write in the form of letters, a diary, newspaper clippings, social media posts… Or how about Nockmaar’s trip advisor?

The Lost Scene Challenge Write or draw a scene we missed out on in canon, or a scene that gives the impression it is part of a longer, unwritten fic.

All of these give you a fun way to explore the things you choose not to tell the audience, and play off the Ancient Greek theme that our muses inspire.

Rules/FAQ

How long does the challenge last?

From September 1, 2024 until Oct 6, 2024.

How do I share my cool stuff?

If it's a fanwork appropriate for AO3, we'd love it if you added it to the challenge AO3 collection, which will be open until the challenge ends!

What pairings apply? Is this just Tanthamore?

This challenge is open to all Willow fanworks! You can create things for any prompt with any character or characters from Willow, you can write different pairings, you can do whatever you want forever. Just make sure that your fics are tagged appropriately!

Can my work be any rating?

Yes absolutely! Write the most E-rated thing your little heart desires, just tag it as such so readers can decide for themselves what they'd like to engage with.

Can it be any length?

Sure! There is no minimum or maximum word limit.

Does it have to be based in Willow canon?

Nope - it can be canon, canon-divergent, or any kind of AU you would like to write!

Does it have to be finished?

Nope, not at all. If one of the prompts inspires you to start a long fic, you are still totally welcome to add it to the collection during September and carry on working on it after the challenge is over.

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