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Smut
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Han is desperate

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"Y/nnn," Han whined as you looked back at him who was on the bed, he was desperate for you and especially he was desperate for your touch.

  "Hannie, give me one second let me just put up my hair," You giggled, trying to put it up but Han didn't care as he pulled you into his lap, slightly gasping as he smirked, leaning onto your shoulder.

  Han's grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "One second feels like an eternity when you've been practically edging me all day y/n," he mumbled, he was right though you practically left the poor boy to fend for himself the entire day and at this point his hard-on was about to be physically painful.

You could feel his hardness pressing against you, the evidence of his need impossible to ignore. "Hannie," you whispered, your own desire rising in response to his urgency. "I know, baby. Just let me finish this."

  His hands began to roam, sliding up under your shirt to caress your skin. You leaned back into him, letting out a soft sigh as his fingers found your breasts, teasing your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

  Han's hands continued to explore your body, his touch growing more insistent with each passing second. You tried to focus on tying your hair up, but his fingers were making it nearly impossible. "Han," you murmured, your voice shaky with a mix of frustration and arousal. "You're making it really hard to concentrate."

  He responded with a low, breathy chuckle, his lips trailing soft kisses along the curve of your neck. "Good," he whispered against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra. "I want you to be just as distracted as I am."

You let out a small gasp, the sensation of his fingers and lips sending shivers down your spine. Determined to finish what you started, you finally managed to tie your hair up, just as Han's hands slipped under your shirt, ready to pull it off. You were about to give in to the overwhelming desire, when suddenly, your phone rang.

Han groaned in frustration as you reached for your phone, his hands pausing in their exploration. "Just give me a second, Hannie," you said, glancing at the caller ID. It was your friend Hana. You wondered what she could possibly want at this hour.

Reluctantly, Han released you, his eyes begging with need as he watched you answer the call. "Hey, Hana," you greeted, trying to keep your voice steady despite the situation.

Hana began to ramble about something that had happened earlier in the day, her words a blur as you tried to pay attention. Han, however, wasn't about to be ignored. His hands found the hem of your shorts, tugging at them with a determined look.

You shot him a warning glance, mouthing, "Stop it," but Han was having none of it. His fingers continued to play with the fabric, inching your shorts down ever so slightly. You bit your lip, trying to stay composed as Hana continued to talk.

"Yeah, Hana, that sounds...interesting," you said, your voice wavering as Han's fingers slipped beneath your shorts, teasing the sensitive skin of your thighs. "But can we talk about this later? It's...not a good time right now."

Hana, oblivious to your situation, continued to chat away, her voice a distant hum as Han's touch grew more insistent. He pulled your shorts down further, his fingers brushing against your dampening panties. You gasped, quickly covering the sound with a cough as you tried to focus on Hana's words.