# han x reader, cheating, piv, unprotected sex, han is very needy and whiny, make sure to read part 1 if u haven't !!
you can't believe it's happening again. at your boyfriend's birthday party. within the walls of his own home.
you swore it'd be the last time that day, that it was just a mistake, that you could just bury the feeling deep inside you because it wasn't even real.
you've tried so hard, so fucking hard to avoid this man. but it's inevitable. of course, he's here, at his best friend's birthday party. of course, he finds you. of course, he checks you out head to toe, his jaw tightening. of course, the second some group of guys drag your boyfriend to play some game with them, he drags you to the bathroom. and of course, you let him.
he settles you down on the countertop, lips chasing yours in a messy kiss, hands going under your dress to press against your panties.
he hisses at the feeling, pushing the cotton aside to immediately push a finger inside, eating up the moan that leaves your mouth.
"h-han, i–" you try to say something, anything at all. but his fingers set a relentless pace. and he's moving so fast now, dragging your panties down your legs, fingers working through his belt, and barely pulling his hard dick out.
"you just– fuck, you just look so good 'm sorry." he groans, kissing down your neck. his hips move closer, and you feel his dick slapping against your thighs.
"n-no, han— we can't, he's right outside. he's gonna– he's gonna look for me." you say, but your mouth drools at the sight.
"just the tip, please— baby, please, need you so bad. you look so fucking good in this dress." he says, pressing his tip to your clit without even waiting for a reply.
"han–"
"shh.." he lightly drags his tip against your hole before pushing in just a bit, groaning at the feeling of your warm cunt around him. raw, exposed.
han's breath hitches when you involuntarily clench around his tip, hands gripping your hips tighter, eyes clenching shut and head dropped to the curve in your neck.
"fuck, im so sorry, baby—" he says, further inching inside till you feel his tip hitting your cervix. you let out an accidental loud moan, clamping a hand on your mouth right away.
despite the overwhelming feeling of him filling you up, your mind still somehow manages to think rationally.
"han, no– you said just–"
he is, however, quick to cut you off with the press of his lips against yours.
"i know, baby, i know — fuck. but this pussy's so tight and, fuck, s' warm— sucking me right in." he mumbles against your lips, his hips finally pushing and pulling, setting a pace where you can feel every vein, every shift inside you. "look— fuck. pussy's taking me so well– fuck, made just for me, yeah? not your stupid, loser boyfriend."
you try to answer, with anything that will help your mind believe this is okay, that this isn't real. that you clearly aren't going against your own morals right now. but you feel him so deep inside you, so warm, so wet. his lips against yours in a messy kiss, his hands that reach every part of your body, his little groans that slip into your mouth.
"han, i'm so–"
"mm i know, fuck, me too– i'm so– so close, fuck." his hips move faster, slamming against you with determination. his fingers move down to press against your clit and the dual simulation makes your toes curl, your eyes roll so far to the back you see stars.
"n-not inside, han– he's gonna know–"
"i'll clean you up, please, baby. need to fill up this cunt s' much— look, it's– it's asking for it, fuck, it's wrapped around me so good. i'm gonna breed you so full–" han groans, stilling his hips as you both cum together and he paints your insides white. his eyes move to catch the sight of a white ring forming around the base of his dick, his cum oozing out of you.
he groans, finally pulling out, immediately dropping to his knees and attaching his mouth to your sensitive mound to clean you up as promised.
"t- too much–" you moan, toes curling at the feeling, hands tightening their hold onto his hair. han simply groans, drinking everything up and licking you dry.
when he gets back up, his lips are glistening with remains, and his eyes are so glossy. before you could stop yourself, you pull him in for a kiss, so much more intimate and so less messy, sharing the taste of what's left on your tongues. when han tries to deepen the kiss, you have to pull off at the sudden knock at the door.
"who's in there?!" you hear a familiar voice yell out. your boyfriend.
you and han look at eachother with wide eyes.
fuck.
(💭) hello long awaited part 2 heh i hope i made up for it being super short last time :>
# han x reader. boobs boobs boobs. very short again, i just really love boobs sorry im a lesbian 😢
there is a solution to every problem. to han jisung, all his problems fade away with one single thing.
he's stressed. his hands run through his hair, messing it up more than it already is. his head starts aching from how long he had been sitting in front of his screen, from how many times he had to relisten to the same beat over and over again to try and find what's missing. but the universe is just against him today.
actually, maybe not. because as he comes home and is greeted by the warmth of your arms, when you sense the stress from his stiff shoulders and droopy eyes, when you know exactly what he needs, he could not be more grateful to the same universe he was pissed at just minutes ago.
han jisung is already hard the moment you push him onto the couch, reaching behind yourself to pull up your shirt and unclasp your bra. his hands don't hesitate to grab you and drag you beside him, mouth immediately latching to the soft mounds that spill out the moment you take off the lace piece.
you let out a sigh at the feeling of his wet tongue dragging around your nipple, his lips create an 'o' shape to suck the hard bud into his mouth.
he's messy for sure, drool drips down from his mouth and drags across the skin of your breasts to your waist. his hands are everywhere, massaging the neglected one or reaching behind you to push you more against him.
it's funny how much he moans against you, because you aren't even touching him. his mouth leaves your boob with a 'pop' before moving to the other one, giving it the same attention, humming in satisfaction.
the hum goes straight to your core and you have to fight yourself from the need to push him against the couch and ride him right there.
because he's stressed. and you know this is all he needs.
(💭) happy pride month everyone!! thank u sm for 200+ followers 🩷 this was very rushed sorry lmfao
# han x reader. mentions of cheating. lots of lots of humping. way too short </3 part two is here yippee!!
it's not exactly cheating, right? i mean, you're not really doing anything. except... throwing your head back as your boyfriend's best friend hikes your leg up to wrap around his hips. his hands make quick work to bunch your skirt up, groaning at the view of your arousal soaking through the cotton of your panties.
his hard on strains painfully against the thin material of his sweatpants as he presses his hips forward. face dropping to your shoulder, desperately rutting against you.
"w-we should stop.." you moan out, but your body reacts differently. your hands clutch against his shoulders, pushing your hips closer to feel more of him.
" 's fine, baby." han moans out. "i'm not even inside you, it's fine, this is nothing." he reassures you. his hips continue grinding against you, your underwear all soiled up, probably soaking through his sweatpants as well.
suddenly, han stills his hips, making you let out a loud whine. you see his hands go under his sweatpants and grab ahold of his shaft, pointing it towards your covered hole. he presses it forward and clenches his eyes shut, tip directly to your hole.
the raw feeling of it, the realization that only the thin fabric of your panties and his sweatpants are the only things keeping you two apart, makes you two let out a loud moan.
"fuck.. you feel so good. can i cum, please? please, oh my god, you feel so good." he moans out and you try to nod, feeling too fucked out at the feeling to even respond properly.
when han cums, you give in to your orgasm as well. he drops onto your body, pressing you further into the wall. you both try to catch your breath, the smell of sex clouds the silent room.
the realization of what you just did slowly starts to creep up to the back of your head, but you barely get time to acknowledge it when you hear the front door open.
"i brought food!" you hear your sweet boyfriend yell out. you both hurriedly fix yourselves, getting ready to walk out and try to act like you two didn't just hump each other like bunnies in heat.
(💭) should i make a part 2.... also sorry guys for ALWAYS disappearing for a long time after posting once. i need to act better
# sub!han, dom!reader, reader is taller than han, piv, unprotected sex, toxic masculinity kinda
han who thinks he would like to be the one always in control, to feel bigger – both physically and mentally in a relationship. perhaps it was the societal expectations, that urged him to automatically think of himself as the one in charge everytime.
but oh boy,,, did he start questioning it when he met you. with your tall figure and your charming personality that swept him off of his feet. he felt weird, he felt so weird when you stood beside him and it made him feel so small, so timid. he would feel flustered at first, almost ashamed.
and that feeling worsened. it worsened when he realized it turned him on. to have to look up to talk to you, to have to rely on you sometimes to get things from the top shelves.
it gets even worse when you wore heels during that one party, it added much more to your already tall frame. but even so you carried yourself with much confidence, standing straight, heels clinking onto the floor when you made past the people to greet han.
han had stared up at you with big doe eyes, a slight blush covering his cheeks when he realized he was face to face with your tits. the dress you wore already gave him a delicious view. he felt pathetic when he feels himself get rock hard again.
of course it doesn't end there. his feelings only intensify when you two start dating. knowing he has to slightly lift himself up just to kiss you, or maybe you'd lean down, hands caressing his soft and round cheeks. it felt wrong, why does he want to get so pampered by you? so, han shoved away those feelings to the back of his head.
during your first time together, han decides to show you, who's actually in charge. as your lips molded with his, kissing his breath away, he pushes you onto the bed. his smaller frame hovers over you, kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck. you groan, hands curled up in his wavy hair. han feels himself harden at the sound.
his hands come up to pin yours down to the bed but the next second makes him gasp. eyes blown wide, he stares at you, who's now above him. you had just flipped him over, like it was nothing.
you grin devilishly at his shocked expression and han blushes hard. his cock was straining against his pajamas as you take the lead.
"my pretty boy, hm?" you say to him, moving down to lower his sweatpants and boxers at once. han whines at your tone, eyes clenched shut. he felt so weak, especially under your gaze as you stare down at him, licking your lips like he's your prey.
"h-hurts." han says in a small voice, feeling your hand wrap around his girth.
"s' sensitive, aren’t you?" you coo at him. "don't worry, bub. i'll take care of you." you say, pushing your panties to the side and sitting yourself down on him. han moans out loudly at your wetness sucking him in till he was buried deep inside you, tip hitting your cervix.
you make a move to take off the top of his pajamas, leaning down to lick over his fresh tattoos. your hips move up and drop down, your mouth sucks onto the skin around the ink on his chest.
"i- p-please-" he whines when you take his nipple into his mouth and hum.
"what is it, baby?" you ask, taking his other nipple in your mouth.
"f-faster, p-please– oh my– p-please s' tight." he whimpers out and you grin, sitting up properly.
"of course, baby." han's breath hitches when you start bouncing up and down, your hands come up to pin his wrists to the bed, restricting him of any action.
he feels so small, fully naked under you while you were fully dressed, restraining him. tears leave his eyes, feeling all too overwhelmed at this new feeling.
"c-close– need– need to cum–" he says and you go faster. when he feels your hand come down to cup his balls, he just can't take it anymore. han bucks his hips into you, releasing a strangled moan as he fills you up with his seed. his head feels all dizzy. he closes his eyes trying to come down from his high.
han hears you tsk as you remove yourself from him. he blinks up at you, cheeks fully flushed, wide innocent eyes looking at you.
"made me do all the work and yet you're the one who's tired?" you roll your eyes and han feels himself getting hard again at your belittling tone.
han has never felt so small, and oddly, never so turned on.
(💭) are all three of my works han? yes. will my next work also be han? absolutely yes.
# sub!han, dom!reader, footjob, han is so whiny i wanna kiss him
"mmmm,," han cuddled up to your arm, rubbing his face in your arms as if he were a cat. you glanced towards him for a moment, clearly aware of what was about to happen. however, you ignored him, going back to getting lost in the book you were reading.
"baby,," he sniffed up your scent that surrounded him, his sweatpants felt even more uncomfortable. he was so hard, but you’re too busy getting sucked into that stupid book of yours.. he started to feel impatient and whined a little, making you glance at him once again.
"what?" you said to him, his pretty eyes stared up at you through his eyelashes. his bottom lips pushed out to a slight pout, hips subtly rutting against you.
"n-need you so bad, baby–" han whines, scooting closer to you if possible. you stare down at him and pout, hands moving to ghost your fingers over his cheeks.
"aw, is my pretty baby hard?" you ask in a condensing tone and han whines even more, tears gathering in his eyes. "too bad i'm busy, hm?" you say and move your eyes back to the book. ignoring the way your panties were clinging to you because of your own arousal.
"b-baby, please– p-please-" han groaned, pressing against your thighs harder. his hands move up to grip at your arms, sweat dripping down his forehead.
you groan and roll your eyes, slamming your book shut. "needy little thing, aren’t you?" you face him. when your eyes land on him rutting on your knee, an idea pops up in your head and you smile.
you hold his waist, trying to still his hips and han stops to stare up at you.
"on your back." you order and he obliges almost immediately, desperate for anything. his eyes search yours for any action. soon, a mewl leaves his lips when he feels it. your feet on his hard on, putting slight pressure against it.
han closes his eyes, hips moving up to press it harder against him and moans. "f-fuck, feels– oh my god. f-feels s' good–" he groans when you circle your heel slightly, rubbing him.
"yeah?" you lick your lips, feeling aroused at the way he humped your feet.
han nods frantically, sweat running down his forehead. his back arches a little when he moans. "c-close– so close, please don't– don't stop."
"mhm, c'mon baby. you can do it." you urge him and han whines once again, hips moving faster against your feet.
"i'm gonna- i'm- oh my god." he moans loudly as his orgasm washes over him. he stills, panting softly, waiting to come down from his high.
when you remove your feet from him, han looks at you, eyes still big and glossy. "i love you so much, you cannot fucking imagine."
you giggle feeling his hands on your waist when he climbs over you to kiss you messily. his hands slip down your sweats and hisses feeling your wetness coat his fingers.
"looks like it's your turn, baby."
(💭) we are going to pretend i didn't disappear for ages 🔥 btw im not into feet but honestly can i say it so feels like han would be....
behind the closed doors in his room of your shared apartment, he has his hand down his pants. painfully hard just from the sight of you slightly bending down, cute ass perked up, as if to mock him.
he was reminded of your innocent doe eyes earlier, staring up at his slightly taller figure, lips pouting as you asked him to help you bake. he agreed, of course. how could he ever say no to you? or to the sight of you licking cream off of your lips and fingers or your groans when you get something wrong or just staring at you in general, your cute hello kitty sweatpants that perfectly showed the outline of your ass when you bent down and your white tank top, clearly showing your perky nipples.
he was hard, oh so painfully hard the moment he noticed you weren’t even wearing a bra. you were taunting him, weren’t you?,,, he knew he was being a pervert, pathetically fucking his hand to the thoughts of you, who’s most likely unaware of his dirty thoughts. but were you really?,, what han didn’t know was how thin the walls were, that right beside his room, whenever he had his hands down his pants, two of your fingers were shoved inside of you. trying your hardest not to make any noises because you knew the walls were thin. whenever han cummed, you did it with him. every day you looked forward to hearing his pretty moans, especially the prettiest when he was saying your name.
han is such a perv.
but you liked that about him.
(💭) perv han is my biggest weakness and i HAD to write about it lol. also he looked so good in that live i will never be over it.
