Star Wars Imagines

Cockpit To Ourselves - Han Solo (Smut)

One of my followers asked for Han Solo smut - this is a repost from my tumblr since I have more fics on there than I have in this book!

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The noise of blaster bullets echoed off the walls of the alleyway as grunts fell from our enemies throats. Han had his hand gripping my wrist, pulling me along while we shot our blasters, hitting our followers anywhere but where we wanted to. We'd definitely pissed off the money-hungry bounty hunters this time, handing them fake credits.

Our footsteps were loud, but apparently I didn't know what the word loud meant until I heard the angry battle cry of our wookie friend. Han took a right, pulling the bounty hunters into our trap, Chewie waiting for us behind a dumpster with his bowcaster ready in his fuzzy hands. Han had a cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face as we ducked behind a dumpster, opposite of Chewbacca.

The bounty hunters stumbled around the corner, running right into us. Han, Chewie and I started our ambush, taking out all three of the enemies without much effort. Their bodies lay on the cold cement, lifeless. I tucked my blaster into my blaster holster and released my tense shoulders, falling back into my boyfriend. Han let out a chuckle, holding my waist while we caught our breath.

Chewie groaned, standing up and signaling us to move. "I know buddy, but you weren't the one running from bounty hunters," I told the fuzzy crybaby that was complaining about wanting to take a nap. But, he took matters into his own hands and tugged me away from Han's tight grip, carrying me in his arms. Han jumped up with a chuckle, "Chewie, calm down, Y/n's as tired as you are." The wookie groaned, carrying me to the Falcon.

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Chewbacca roared at me and Han, telling us that he was heading into his bedroom while we traveled through hyperspace. Han gave the wookie a nod and started a check on the status of his baby, the Millennium Falcon. I gave Chewie a soft smile, leaning back in my chair, watching Han fumble around with random buttons. He didn't notice I had been staring till he finished his check.

"You did so good out there, Babygirl," Han complimented, laying a hand on my inner thigh and rubbing gently. I hummed, smiling while relaxing in my chair. Han seemed to notice how content I was, getting comfortable while he massaged the senitive skin on my body. I knew what the flirt was trying to pull as soon as his hand inched closer to my goodies. And I was gonna let him.

I let out a satisfied sigh, sinking further into my seat. "Han.." I moaned softly, my eyelids fluttering shut. I heard his deep laugh ring through the cockpit, sending shivers down my spine. He brushed his pinky against my clothed heat, bringing another sigh from my lips. I could basically feel Han smirking, admiring the soft noises that fell from my lips. I knew what I was doing to him while I let out quiet moans. He loved hearing me, though with Chewie on board, he wasn't quite allowed to enjoy what my mouth had to offer.

"You need to be quiet Sweetheart," Han warned. I nodded, though inside my head, I had completely ignored his warning as his hand slipped past my waistband, traveling inside of my underwear. His fingers teased my slit, ghosting his fingers gently over my slick folds. I whined out, gripping Han's forearm

He grunted, unfortunately taking his hand out of my pants. I opened my eyes, looking at my boyfriend with flushed cheeks. He had his arms crossed, glaring at me. "I told you to be quiet, and what did you do?" I bit my lip and responded, "I-I made noise." Han nodded and pulled me out of my seat by my knees before gripping my hips and tugging me into his lap. His big hand clamped over my mouth as his other slipped back into my pants smoothly.

"Now you're gonna let me play with that pretty little pussy of yours and you're gonna stay quiet, or else," Han ordered. I hummed, muffling a, "Or else what?" Han only let out a stiff laugh, letting me know without using his words that I didn't want to find out. Though, I did, because Han's punishments weren't even punishments for me. His rough hand smacking my ass raw, turning the skin red. Or him pounding me doggy style while a hand pulled at my hair, taking away my walking abilities for a week. Those were more of rewards for being a brat in my opinion, though Han was a brat tamer at heart, shutting me up when I mouthed him off.

Han rubbed at my clit, sending butterflies through my stomach while I whimpered into his hand. He smirked against my hair, resting his chin on my head. I squirmed in Han's lap, giving him the hint to give me more. But this cheeky fucker wouldn't. He kept a teasingly slow pace at my clit, loving the way I let out puppy dog noises into his hand. I licked his hand, trying to get it away from my mouth so I could speak without sounding muffled. Han pulled his hand away, gripping my neck roughly. "You'll get more when you deserve more, slut," Han spat, removing his hand from my neck and shoving two fingers into my mouth. I gagged, one of my hands coming up to grab at his wrist. Han only chuckled, sliding his middle finger down to my core.

I bucked my hips into his hands, begging him to slide his fingers into me. "So wet..." he mumbled, groaning. I gasped, Han's finger slipping into me without too much of his usual teasing. His finger started pumping in and out of me, taking my breath right out of my lungs. I moaned around Han's finger, grinding against his hand. Another digit slipped inside of me as he picked up his pace, fucking me on his fingers. My grip on his forearm tightened, my nails digging into him, fighting the urge to squirm more than I already was.

"My little slut, can't take my fingers, can you?" Han teased, almost pulling his fingers completely out of me before shoving them knuckle deep inside of my cunt. I let out a gargled moan. Han did it again, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. "I asked you a question Babygirl."

I whined. "N-No, I can't ta-ke your fingers Daddy," I responded, Han quickening his fast pace. I felt my stomach twist, my release building up. Han added a third finger, getting another gargled moan out of me as I recited gibberish of 'thank you's. "I'm gonna cum-" I moaned, though I didn't even understand what I had said.

My walls clenched around Han's fingers, letting myself go. He shoved his fingers farther into my mouth to suppress a loud moan that I was about to let out. Han took his fingers ouf of my mouth and pants and let me look at them. They were both wet, though both hands were wet with different liquids. He wiped the saliva covered hand on my pants and shoved his three fingers into my mouth, having me taste myself. I choked, cleaning then off before hand took them away.

"You're lucky Chewie's a heavy sleeper, cause you were far from quiet today," Han whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling me. I giggled and laid against him, ready for a nap myself.

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