🖤Handkink🖤
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-note- Han is a switch for this one but he only turns into a dom at the end ♡
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Just as you finished applying red nail polish to your pinkie you glanced up and caught han looking at your hands, again. Noticing how often he looked at your nails when they were painted, you assumed he liked nail polish. So the next time you caught him looking, you offered to do his nails for him, to which he agreed. After that, you saw him with painted nails all the time. And that was that. He just liked nail polish, end of story. But he never stopped looking at your hands, and he tended to act strange when your nails were painted, especially if they were red.
So when you guys were watching movies and painting your nails one time, you decided to follow him after he excused himself. You didn't have to get very close to realize what he was doing. Cheeks burning, you went back to the living room and pretended that you didn't just hear your best friend jerking off in the bathroom. He felt like you were acting a little strange around him when he got back but he didn't think anything of it, and you never said anything.
This continued for weeks till you couldn't take the strange atmosphere anymore. The next time he leaves the room you stalk over to the bathroom door and pound on it before you lose the courage to. You hear shuffling around inside before your best friend calls out.
"W-what?"
You practically scoff at him.
"For fucks sake Han, I know what you're doing."
You think you hear a sigh but you can't be sure, his voice is much closer when he speaks again though.
"How long have you known?"
Practically hearing the embarrassment in his voice you soften your tone a bit.
"A while. I followed you one time and heard you."
The door opens a crack and you can tell he would rather do anything than face you right now. He's staring down at his feet, fists clenched at his sides, too scared to see the look on your face. Your lips tilt up seeing how shy he looks, like a puppy getting caught doing something it shouldn't be doing.
Before he can apologize, you surprise him by cutting him off.
"I'm not mad."
His wide eyes finally meet yours.
"I just wish you would've told me." Hesitantly, you add. "Or maybe asked for help."
Han bites down on his lip to stop any noises from coming out and prays that you didn't see how his cock twitched when you said that.
Luckily for him, you didn't.
Clearing your throat, you try to ignore the pulsing between your thighs and get some answers from your best friend that you've had a crush on for a while.
"Is it something that happened or....?"
His face turns bright red and you probably would've laughed about it if the circumstances were different.
He simply nods toward the hand thats planted to your side, hoping thats enough for you to understand, which it's not. You follow his gaze and inspect your hand, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"Do you have a hand kink or something? I don't-"
He mumbles something under his breath before interrupting you.
"Your nail polish."
The way he practically shouts it and the realization of what he said sends you into shock.
Well that explains a few things
Your initial shock turns into curiosity, and that turns into confidence.
Your best friend, that you've liked for years, likes when you paint your nails? And he touches himself because of it? He thinks of you when he touches himself?
Squeezing your thighs shut, you glance up at him to see he's still standing there, biting his lip and looking like he's two seconds away from bursting into tears. Realizing how long you've been silent, you snap out of your thoughts and take a step towards him, needing to know exactly what he thinks about when he gets himself off.
"What do you think about?"
Suddenly hearing your voice snaps him out of his own thoughts and he searches your face, trying to figure out if you just said what he thinks you said.
When he doesn't respond, you take another step closer and ask him again.
"What do you think about when you touch yourself?"
His cheeks burn brighter when he registers what you said and when he realizes just how close you are. One step closer and his dick would be-
He stops his thoughts before they can go any further and takes a small step back, stuttering out an answer as he avoids your intense gaze.
"I-i" He swallows. "A lot." When you don't say anything he takes that as a sign to continue.
"S-sometimes I wonder what you would sound like in bed. How you'd feel wrapped around me." The sudden touch on his hip makes him jump, making it difficult to get words out. "O-other times I think about your pretty hands t-touching me."
Your thumb caresses his hip, giving a small squeeze and watching as he twitches in his pants, giving you another boost of confidence.
"Like this?" You tease, loving the way he has to stiffle a moan. Shaking his head, he watches as your hand moves to his thigh and gives another small squeeze.
"Here?"
Grinning innocently at him, you watch as he shakes his head again and hesitantly places his trembling hand over yours. When you make no attempt to remove your hand, he guides it to the seam of his jeans and barely has time to remove his hand before you give another squeeze to the bulge in his pants.
The moan he lets out has you rubbing your thighs together. Guiding him to the bathroom counter you proceed to rub and squeeze at his hardened dick, watching as his face contorts in pleasure and his mouth drops open, letting whines and moans out freely. Teasing his zipper with your fingers, you press him for more information.
"What do you think about when I paint my nails, dirty boy?"
Leaning in, you press a small kiss to his exposed throat, not being able to ignore how pretty it looks.
"What do you want?" You whisper in his ear before gently taking the lobe between your teeth.
"Want your h-hands." He whimpers. "Please."
That's all you need to hear
You unzip his jeans and reach into his boxers to properly touch him, pulling his dick out to get a proper look and quiet your curiosity.
God he's pretty
You run a thumb over the tip and watch as more precum drips out, joining the rest of the liquid on his dick.
Poor thing, must've been dying the whole time you were talking to him.
Placing one hand on your hip to stable himself, he bites down on the other, attempting to control some of the noises.
Needing some relief, you stick your hand underneath your pants as you continue to spread the mess around his tip.
"All of this from me painting my nails?" He throws his head back, trying to hide his expressions from you but at the same he's so turned on he can barely think. Torn between hiding and just accepting it, he quickly decides on the latter.
"Mhm." He lets out another gasp as your grip tightens. "J-just for you."
Giggling at how strained his voice sounds you move your focus from his neck to his collarbones, leaving as many marks as you can. Deciding its only fair that you share some of the embarrassment, you remove your hand from your underwear, showing him how wet you are by spreading your fingers so he can see your arousal. He moans as you play with your fingers, showing him just how wet you are.
"You're so pretty Hannie. Made me all wet."
Biting your lip, you remove your hand from him and take your pants off, needing to feel something before you go crazy. Resuming your small strokes before he can complain, you stick the other hand in your panties, shoving a finger inside yourself to feel some kind of relief. But why use your fingers when your best friend has something that will feel so much better?
"H-han? I can't-"
You cut yourself off with a whine, removing both your hands and instead gripping onto Han's shirt, practically panting against his neck as you start to grind your soaked panties against his exposed hard on. Gripping onto him for dear life as you moan against his chest, losing control as pleasure clouds your mind.
Seeing you turn into a whining mess because of him makes Han smirk as he grips your hips, turning your sloppy movements into more controlled ones. With the way you're moving against him he can feel how much slick is dripping down your thighs. He temporarily halts your movements to place his hand on your cunt, getting a good feel for how wet you are for him. You whine at the lack of friction and the embarrassment of how aroused you are. Attempts to hide your face are cut short as he grabs your hair and gently tilts your head up, bringing his hand covered in your arousal up for you to see.
"So wet for me baby."
He grins at your weak attempts to move out of his grasp.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he wraps a hand around his dick, lightly stroking before tapping your cunt with the tip, making you squirm in his grip. As much as you can with your hair being pulled, you nod eagerly, trying to get him to touch you again.
"Please."
Knowing that he could make you do anything right now makes him smirk. He presses a small kiss to the base of your throat as he starts to push inside your cunt, making you whimper in surprise at the stretch. He hushes you as he pushes another inch in, watching as your eyes start to water in pain and pleasure.
"Shh you can take it."