Wicked Games by The Weeknd
Wicked Games by The Weeknd
Wicked Games by The Weeknd

Han woke up, squinting, as a ray of sunlight just happened to hit his eyes. Looking down to his side, he found Mei curled up into his chest like a cat. It was a nice change, not waking up alone. They didn't have sex last night, and Han found himself being completely content with the fact. This was a new side of him he was discovering.

He was so used to models littering the garage, meaningless sex every night, and them leaving in the morning. He wouldn't even know the girl's name, and he used to be alright with that. But ever since Mei, he didn't want that. He just wanted her, to spend time with her, to see her smile. He wasn't sure what this feeling was, but it was new. It was new, and he didn't mind. Stroking her hair, she made a small noise, leaning closer to the source of the warmth.

Finally waking up, it took her a few moments to comprehend where she was.

"Morning, sunshine."

Looking up, Han smiled down at her as she made a noise of disgust, turning away from the sunlight and further burying her face into Han's chest. He chuckled, sending vibrations through his chest, fully waking up Mei. It took her a little bit to realize where she was before she glanced at her watch.

"I like this, I like us." She whispered.

"I do too."

She suddenly sat up, looking seriously at Han. "I'm a girl that's in for a long term relationship. I don't want to be just another girl you've slept with for a fling or a one-night stand. I can't be some trophy girl hook-up, Han."

"Mei, trust me when I say I want this. I want you, I want us. I want a relationship and I want it with you. I need you to keep me in line, you know? I think that's why I've never dated. Girls just threw themselves at me, never disagreeing with me, but not you. You're fiery, you give me attitude, you're not afraid to challenge me, and you keep me sane; which is pretty nice."

This caused Mei to inwardly smile as she laid back on Han's chiseled chest. He relished at the way her petite form molded perfectly into his, locking together like a puzzle piece. Glancing around the room, he noticed numerous things. For one, it was filled with her, not in the egotistical sense, but everything in the room exuded Mei. There were numerous polaroids with her friends, along with Takashi and Morimoto, as well as one with Kamata smiling as Mei squished her wide grin mashed next to his face. That was definitely a picture he never thought he would see. Little souvenirs from places she traveled to decorated the room; an elephant sculpture from Thailand, a small coffee bean sack from Italy, a drawing from a child in Kenya, the pieces were endless. These were all people, places and things that were important to her. And Han wanted to be a part of the wall. He wanted to be important to Mei.

Looking out her bedroom window, it had a great view of the city's hustle and bustle.

"Japan is such a beautiful place, and yet, no matter how many places I've been to, it's the one place I haven't got a chance to explore. How ironic, I don't even know about my own home."

"Then let's get to know your home."

She glanced up, eyed wide, giving him a confused look. He only smiled.

"Come on, Mei. I'll take you out."

"Alright. Show me around, Mr. Tour Guide."


"And there's two stones, twenty feet apart from each other, it's said that if you could walk from one stone to the other with your eyes closed and feel the stone, you would be able to find true love."

Han had taken Mei to numerous locations, the last being in the Jishu shrine in Kiyomizu-dera, Kyoto. She was surprised at the amount of history he knew behind every place he took her. The fervor he spoke with was unlike his normal monotone, it was the way his eyes would smile when he spoke about something that fascinated him that got to her. It was a new Han she never witnessed before and it was completely enthralling. It made her want to kiss him so badly, and that's exactly what she did.

In the middle of the busy street, she grabbed his collar with both hands, and leaned up to mold her lips to his. Pressing her body to his, she was thankful she had worn heels so that kissing him was that much easier despite their height difference. Han was slightly thrown off at how suddenly she kissed him, but he quickly adjusted, tightly holding her waist to him. The pair was blithely unaware of their surroundings, so caught up in each other, their attention only focused on the other. At last, air became scarce, forcing the two apart.

"Not that I mind, but what was that for?"

"Because I felt like it." Mei said, exhaling.

Han smiled, "Well, I can't deny your urges, Princess."

"Good, because there isn't anything you can do about it anyway." She smirked, dragging his arm in the direction of a food stand.


"I can't believe it."

Mei swallowed another red bean pastry before answering Han, "Can't believe what?"

He glanced from the copious amounts of pastries and snacks in her hand back to her face, "The amount of snacks you eat, and you weigh as much as a 12 year old boy. Not to mention the entire backseat of your snacks put a huge hole in my wallet."

She threw a gummy at him, "The King of Snacking calling me fat?"

"I don't think so, old man," she laughed, poking at his stomach.

"Touche, but this stomach is a cement block, alright?"

Mei rolled her eyes before getting serious again, "How long has it been?"

Han sighed, taking a sharp right turn, "Two years. Quitting cigarettes are never easy. And you, princess, sometimes don't make it easy. You stress me out."

Her mouth dropped, "Excuse you – "

"In a good way, Mei. You keep me on my toes. I've never had that. I like that you stress me out." He said reassuringly, putting his hand over hers. With one hand on the wheel, he leaned over, kissing her on the cheek as he made another turn.

Arriving at a busy street, Han quickly parked his car, swiftly gliding his hand into Mei's as they stepped on the pavement. Noticing her bright smile at the action, he couldn't help but reciprocate. Here was this beautiful creature standing before him, dragging him to some store he could care less about, but he felt lucky about it nonetheless. Maybe it was because he was finally starting to realize that she was really too good for him, inside and out, she was a good person, yet she chose him for reasons unbeknownst to him. He was glad, though, he felt an honest kind of happy he hadn't felt in a long time. As cliché as it sounded, he could be himself around her, without inhibitions, it was liberating.

Her tiny hands tugged at his, which completely engulfed hers, dragging him to a store selling dresses. She stood at the window examining the dresses and Han would try to drag her in, but she would dart in the other direction to another store. She knew Han would buy the dress she was eyeing, no questions asked, if she even walked into the store. She didn't need any extra clothing, and she wasn't about to let Han pay for it. Passing by a jewelry store, she eyed a golden locket for a little while, quickly walking away again, but not before Han noticed. The pair continued their walk down the street, chatting about the shops and food until they approached a guitar shop. She looked up at Han childishly, almost asking if they could go in. He gave her a slight nudge and she barged in excitedly.

Letting go of Han's hand, he felt strangely empty. She went to examine the different guitars, strumming and picking at each one, as if looking for a certain one. Upon finding one she deemed decent, she sat down on a stool, motioning for Han to sit near her on another stool.

"I haven't been able to play the guitar for the longest time. Work is so consuming! Well, that and I haven't got myself one yet."

"You know how to play?"

"A little. A friend taught me some a long time ago."

Strumming a few chords, she chuckled, "I'm a bit rusty though."

Carefully plucking a few more times, she began to play. And soon enough, she began to quietly sing in a language he couldn't understand.

"Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?

Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,

J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits

Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit

Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit..."

She slowly drifted off as the song came to an end, and people in the guitar shop started clapping. Turning a bright red, she hid herself behind Han's shoulder.

"Oh wow, this is embarrassing. I didn't know I sang that loudly." She murmured.

Han chuckled, placing the guitar to the side. When the applause died down, he turned to her, "I didn't know you spoke French."

"I don't," she replied bluntly, "I can only sing songs in French."

He grinned widely at her answer; it took him by surprise, yet at the same time, it didn't. He wasn't surprised that she was musically inclined, nor would he be surprised if she actually spoke French, yet the way she presented herself throughout the time there was so uniquely her, the way she bluntly told him she honestly couldn't speak French, it just, it made him smile.

An old man, presumably the owner, ushering them out, interrupted his train of thought "If you no buy, you leave. Go go."

Turning to Mei, he found her to be missing. Walking out of the guitar shop, she was leaning on a car, smiling impishly at him. He towered over her, putting his arms on each side of her petite frame, trapping her between him and the car.

"You know, Mei, I find it really hot how you told off the girls the other night." He whispered, staring at her face.

She instantly rolled her eyes, "Really, now. I can't imagine why."

"I can show you," he mumbled, eyeing her neck, slowly dragging his lips across it. He languidly let his tongue escape every so often, going around in a thin trail around her neck. She visibly whispered, causing Han to smirk. Unable to take it any longer, she grabbed Han's chin with her petite hands, forcing his face to be eye level with hers. Staring at his lips for a millisecond, she crashed her lips onto his.

Han was surprised. It wasn't her usual sweet, innocent kisses. This was rough, filled with want, and eagerness. He tangled his hands into her long, wavy tresses, pulling her entire being closer to his. She felt the heat travel all over her body, putting both hands on either sides of his jawline, wanting there to be no space between them. She wanted him in ways she never thought she could want a man before. They stopped only when a passerby wolf-whistled, breaking apart, the two were out of breath.

He was breathing heavy, staring at her, trying to figure her out when her demeanor suddenly changed, her innocent, out of breath look quickly morphed into a seductive temptress, with her biting her lip slightly.

"Han, let's go back to your place."

He looked slightly taken aback, "If you're sure, Mei. I don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with."

She leaned into his neck, slightly blowing into his ear before whispering, "I want you. Now."

He didn't need her to say it twice; he instantly lifted her off the stranger's car, dragging her in the direction of his car.


Mei's POV

Once back at Han's, I couldn't keep my hands off of Han. Getting to his room, he shut the door with a thud. I felt my back hit his bed, with him slowly crawling on top of me. He instantly started kissing at my neck as I began to lift his shirt over his head. Once I flung his shirt across the room, he wasted no time unzipping the back of my dress, nearly tearing it off my body.

When my dress was off, I managed to flip Han over, straddling his waist as he sat up to have better access to my neck. Flipping my long hair to one side, he nipped at my neck, sucking at what happened to be one of my sensitive spots, causing me to let out a low, breathy moan. Han smirked at the sudden sound, furthering his actions, running his hands all over my back, expertly unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the side. Placing his hand on the small of my back, Han ran his tongue over my breast, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I mewled his name, furthering his lust as he forcefully ripped my lace panties off. His hands roamed my body, lightly squeezing my hips as his lips continued south, kissing and sucking at my inner thighs. I groaned, frustrated that he was intentionally avoiding the one area that desperately needed his attention.

I felt his smirk against my thigh as he slowly dragged a finger on the outer folds of my slit. He grabbed my thighs off the bed, pulling me close to his face. My head tossed back as Han quickly licked at my folds. Tugging at his covers, I nearly collapsed when he took my clit into his mouth, sucking on it hard. The combination of him sucking and quickly releasing my clit while his tongue swirled around it nearly sent me off the edge, but it was a whole new sensation as he inserted his right index finger into me. I felt myself instantly getting wetter, my moans becoming louder with the added stimulation. Then he slid in his middle finger, pumping them in and out in a fluid motion. Wrapping my legs tighter around him, my orgasm shook my entire body as I came undone.

Han watched as I struggled to catch my breath, looking smug as all hell, but once I began to breathe normally again, he stole my breath away by giving me a searing kiss. I groaned against his lips and slid my right hand down to his hard manhood. His hips jumped from my touch; I rubbed my thumb over the tip and down his rock-hard shaft. He softly groaned from my slow hand job, but I let go and stopped kissing him as he leaned over to grab a condom from his side drawer. After he put on a condom, he quickly came back over to where I was on the bed.

He climbed back on top of me and rubbed the tip of his head up and down my soaked folds. I groaned at the feeling and ran my hands up and down his sides and back. He circled my folds several times before slowly pushing his tip in. I moaned directly into his left ear while he slowly slid two more inches in, slid out, then slid back in, but added an inch.

"Oh—oh stop for a second."

Han looked worried, "Are you alright?"

He complied, as I slowly exhaled from the pleasure and my burning desire while I slowly readjusted my hips and loosely wrapped my legs around the middle of his torso. He wiggled a bit, which slid him even deeper than before. I groaned and arched up a few inches. I scratched at his shoulder blades before looking into his deep brown eyes and whispered,

"Don't stop, I want every last inch of you."

He groaned in compliance and kissed the base of my neck and my collarbone. He teased me for a few more thrusts, but I pumped my hips up while he slid into me, causing us both to shudder and groan. He began to pump all eight inches of his thick, hard manhood in and out; he was slow at first, but the louder and more intense my moans became, the harder and faster he fucked me. I couldn't help but to tighten my legs around him and slam my hips up to meet him. He took advantage of my back arching to kiss and suck at my breasts; I shook and screamed out when he moved to the left. He kept fucking at my sweet spot and kissed anywhere he could while I moaned and groaned out his name. It didn't take long after he discovered my sweet spot for me to dig my nails into his back and moan out.

Han's thick manhood rubbed my sensitive pussy walls while his tip continuously rubbed my sweet spot. His breathing was deep and loud as he groaned out my name. I came almost immediately; shaking against him, as I wrapped my legs around him like a steel bow, enjoying the earthquake-like spasms my orgasm flooded my body with, the same spasms that tightened around Han's manhood, forcing his own violent orgasm. He collapsed after his climax, rolling me on top of him as he panted into my neck, and I, onto his, for several minutes until we regained our breath. He turned his head to face me, and kissed my forehead.

I smiled as I noticed that the entire night, there was only one thing that came out of his mouth. It wasn't Princess, or any other nicknames he gave to anybody else, it was just Mei. Turning over, I felt him pull my body to his, as I curled up into him.


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Note: The French song I mentioned Mei was singing is called "Quelqu'un M'a Dit" by Carla Bruni