₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★ stepcest, fauxcest, lowkey barely legal, vaginal sex, standing sex, perv Han (BEST HAN), absolute ass writing idk I haven't been in the groove lately ugh also ass ending tbh I might just rewrite this for you anon bc eugh
"Look who decided to pay a visit."
It was rare that you came by to visit, as you lived all the way on Coruscant with your mother, Mara, and father, Luke. This visit, you and your mother tagged along with your father to Corellia, all to celebrate your aunt and step-uncle's second baby shower. You were upset when Luke so happily announced that Leia and Han were going to have another baby - it should have been you that he was knocking up.
Han looks you up and down, and flashes you a charming, lopsided grin. You return the smile. Maker, you look so much like your mother. "Hi Uncle Han," you greet with a little wave, wiggling your fingers. It was like this every time he was around - you'd giggle and twirl your hair and your voice would get lighter; it was clear as day that you have a crush on him, and being the flirt he is, he always feeds into it. Naturally, and consciously. You're such a pretty young girl. How could he not want you?
"We've got this celebration to go to, it'll be pretty borin' for ya, won't it? Why don't you go hang out with Ben, eh?" You absolutely despised having to hang out with his son. He very clearly wanted you, and you always had to sort of gently coax him away from you. Not that Ben was unattractive - he was quite the opposite, and shared many looks with Han. It's just that you two are first cousins. Reluctantly, you sigh. "Okay," you murmur sadly. Han puts a heavy, warm hand on your shoulder. "I'll meet up with ya later, sweetie."
After a painful day of envy watching Han play the part of a doting husband, it's come to an end. You're outside, helping Han clean up the decorations. He watches as you stand in a chair on your tippy toes, taking down the banner. He's just a tad bit too tall to see underneath your skirt, after taking a few steps back, he has a nice view of your blue lace panties. You wore them for him.
He goes back up to you, his large hands grabbing onto your thighs. "There you go sweetheart, I've gotcha." Your breath hitches, you immediately reach down and put your hands over his. "Don't drop me," you say, panicked. He raises his eyebrows. "I'm not, I'm not! I said I've gotcha, don't you trust your uncle?" Yes, and no. Knowing him, he'd drop you on purpose for shits and giggles. You sigh. "Just don't drop me."
As you work diligently to untie the banner from the tree branch, Han looks back at the house, making sure no one is looking, before he puts his head up your skirt, making you gasp. You do your best to ignore it and continue to work on the suddenly very stubborn ribbon. He moans softly, the sound vibrating against your soft skin.
"Shit, you've just such a perfect little ass sweetheart," he murmurs, hands moving from your thighs to grab your asscheeks, pulling them apart and giving your asshole a prod with the tip of his tongue. "Mm, get down baby, 'm gonna split you open on my cock,"
You follow his orders, getting down off the chair with his aid, and he turns you around, picking you up with ease. "Move 'em aside," you reach down and pull your panties aside, and he exhales shakily, reaching between the two of you and guiding his cock up into your tight heat. "Fuck," his curses, digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass.
He hisses at the feeling of you enveloping him, starting to fuck up into you. "Tight little cunt, all mine, yeah?" He grunts. You nod, holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through his thin shirt. "Mhm, 's all yours," he grins down at you. "Atta girl, lettin' me fuck you. Too bad 'm not your real uncle, huh?"