this is nsfw material — MDNI
⋆˚꩜｡ it was supposed to be a calm, dozy evening with your boyfriend, however he doesn’t hesitate to fulfill your desires if you ask politely
⋆˚꩜｡ tags: fingering, squirting, softdom!hannie, sub!reader, needy behaviour, a lot of praise, weed consumption from both parties, vanilla for the most part, degradation (if you squint), sexual behaviour under the influence, suggestive ending.
⋆˚꩜｡ authors note: this is my first ever time writing on here guys! please lmk if you want a part two, or send me a request if you have a specific scenario you would like, sorry if it’s not the best writing and please feel free to give me tips!! english is not my first language so i apologise if there is any grammar mistakes, also not proofread sorry guys xx
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you felt your limbs grow heavy gradually as the smallest hand on the nearby clock ticked over the small 12 signifying a new hour , your legs sinking into the crisp, freshly washed duvet, your back falling through the material into the abyss of smoke and comfort and your eyelashes almost sticking to the soft skin below your waterline.
“your thoughts are so loud pretty girl, i can hear them from over here”, han murmured gently from his place beside you, slowly lifting his arm to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he did so, his smile transforming into a slight frown at your lack of an answer. “sweetness y’gotta tell me hm? otherwise how is your all- talented boyfriend gonna fix the issue?”, you stifled a giggle, slowly turning your face to look at him, and taking the slowly burning joint from his fingers to place in your own mouth.
your eyes tracked up and down slowly, appreciating, savouring and devouring — his casual attire now slightly crumpled, his messy hair falling over his slightly droopy expression, and his chocolate eyes looking at you with a deep longing to fix. you had messaged him earlier, requesting nothing but a calm night in accompanied by cuddles with your boyfriend, maybe a shit movie as background noise, something simple to clear your mind from the stress that had managed to seep its way into the cracks of your thoughts— and with the added pleasure of weed, you had started to count down the minutes hours ago, longing for the fog to cloud your body, and the smell to overwhelm your senses.
5 hours later you had landed in this position, half lying on top of han, half engulfed in his blankets which smelt completely of him, lips slightly reddened and chin now glittery with lip gloss, from your previous make out session not five minutes ago.
“need you hannie”, you managed to slip out quietly, his face falling into an expression of love and lust immediately. “need what baby..gotta tell me what or i can’t help”, at that your face flushed, pupils widen and legs clench together unconsciously, slightly annoyed and impatient at his teasing as you shrug your shoulders and place the joint back into your mouth, feeling the smoke swim down your throat and into your lungs.
his hands immediately go to grab the spliff from between your forefinger and thumb, and to stamp it out, hands lifting to your jaw, stroking back and forth slowly on your cheek, before leaning in and connecting your lips. his mouth was soft on yours, tasting and feeling like familiarity and bitter plant as his tongue began to gently swipe at your bottom lip before entering your mouth. as the smoke began to resurface, instead of floating up, up and away into the already cloudy room, it passed between you both, mixing then exiting out his mouth as he let out a quiet groan and moving his hand down, skimming your shoulder and venturing under your shirt.
“so soft for me, so fucking soft”, he murmured as his hand moved upwards over your breast, lightly tracing over your nipple until it hardens and your toes slightly curl before worshipping the other one, treating it with the same delicacy and detail. whatever warmth and fire that was beginning to light inside you previously increases tenfold, feeling your panties begin to soak and your thighs grind against each other in search of the friction you so desire, as han gently grabs your hips to position you below his towering figure.
“let hannie take care of you, just relax and feel for me”, you find yourself nodding without intent as you stare up into his face, with a look shrouded with need and desire, his shoulders bracketing you with one hand holding him upright and the other now pushing up your tank top, exposing your bare breasts. “so fucking beautiful, these tits made just for me”, he sighs, his fingers now dancing along your stomach watching your muscles jump under his touch. before he reaches the band of your shorts he looks up at you, waiting for confirmation to which you simply nod and he shakes his head; “tsk baby, use your words”, the words now coming out as a slight growl. his change in demeanour makes your pussy gush with anticipation, “hannie please, just need you, anything, please”, you find yourself almost whining, to which his expression softened slightly. “okay beautiful, you have me”
his fingers prance across your waistband before slowly tugging your shorts down your thighs along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed to his adoring stare. “fuck honey, you’re soaked f’me”, he almost winces in admiration, “practically dripping down your thighs..my filthy fucking slut hm? so needy for me all the time, just need me to clear that busy head” he mutters while tapping your temple gently. you feel a whine bubbling up in your throat as you push your hips upwards, chasing touches that haven’t manifested yet, to which han took the hint and finally begins to swipe his digits through your folds before moving to slowly circle around your clit. moans quietly fill the space, the sound dampened by the affects of weed, but the feelings amplified, as his middle and ring finger slowly travel downwards towards your slit, tracing back and forth before plunging deep without warning. a loud moan escapes your lips, which he quickly muffles with his mouth, his tongue moving in tandem with his fingers which are prodding and curling right against the gummy sensitive, spot inside only he could reach
you feel your thighs start to shake as the pace of his movements increases and his kisses start to shift into open mouth presses against your jaw and neck, nipping slightly in his path, pain blossoming into anticipation of the marks you know will adorn the column of your neck the next morning. his long digits now pistoning in and out of your tight warm heat, as the heat and arousal grows with the volume of the whimpers leaving your mouth — “hannie please..more, need more” you manage to mutter out under your breath, to which he complies immediately, bringing his thumb back to trace figure eights on your throbbing clit. “look so perfect crying on my fingers baby, such a good girl for me..let go baby”, he groans out, clearly fighting his own arousal, giving you the push you need to cross the line. your thighs begin to shake against his forearms, eyes roll back into your head as electric pleasure seizes your body in its grasp, hot euphoria pulsing through every crevice of your skin and soul, and your pussy clenching tightly against his fingers.
“that’s it..such a good girl, so fucking good” he chants under his breath as the tremors in your limbs begin to subside, however his arm does not stop moving, and the curl in his digits increases alongside side the speed and intensity of his thumb. “hannie please s’too much please” you whine out, but his actions don’t slow. “come on baby one more time, you can do it” he replies, his pupils now dilated with intent and arousal. your whole body clenches, as the previous pleasure now creeps back into your body tenfold, your toes curling and your hands grasping onto his biceps as leverage as your cunt pulses and clear liquid drenches your boyfriends hand and arm along with your thighs, and drips down onto the sheets. his dick, now painfully tenting against his sweatpants, starts to leak out with precum staining the front of his boxers, and he feels himself almost cum at the sight of his soaked arm and your blissed out expression. “oh baby did so well, fucking squirted all over me” he practically moans as your headspace clears and your eyes pivot to his hardening cock.
“my turn” you state, whilst still in a daze and whilst moving to kneel up, pushing him so he’s lying on his back.
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