Shameless

Leia tests Han's declaration that he would do anything for her.

This was written for the 2022 HanLeia Holiday Fic Exchange. My recipient was Hanorganaas, and she challenged me with her prompt requests. Namely, she liked a sub/dom relationship with Han as the sub. I have never written the man as the sub, but I was willing to try!

NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content

Shameless

Well I'm shameless when it comes to loving you I'd do anything you want me to I'd do anything at all And I'm standing here for all the world to see There ain't that much left of me That has very far to fall You know I'm not a man who has ever been Insecure about the world I've been living in I don't break easy, I have my pride But if you need to be satisfied I'm shameless, baby I don't have a prayer Anytime I see you standing there I go down upon my knees And I'm changing, I swore I'd never compromise But you convinced me otherwise I'll do anything you please You see in all my life I've never found What I couldn't resist, what I couldn't turn down I could walk away from anyone I ever knew But I can't walk away from you

I have never let anything have this much control over me Cause I worked too hard to call me life my own Yes I made myself a world and it worked so perfectly But it's your world now, I can't refuse I never had so much to lose I'm shameless...shameless You know it should be easy for a man who's strong To say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong I've never lost anything I ever missed But I've never been in love like this... It's out of my hands I'm shameless, I don't have the power now But I don't want it anyhow So I've got to let it go I'm shameless, shameless as a man can be You can make a total fool of me I just wanted you to know I am shameless Shameless... Shameless...

“This is not how I thought this day was gonna go.”

Han Solo mumbled the words to himself, as there was currently no one present in the room for him to offer his sarcasm to. No, this day had started out much different than it was now. He had gotten up before his wife, sneaking out of their room in the hostel without waking her up and heading to the market in the village square, where the vendors were just starting to become active for the day.

He had found the stall he remembered from the day before, the one that sold the handmade jewelry and scarves. The necklace that his wife had been eyeing was still there, and he had haggled for quite a while with the Talz behind the register, but finally purchased the beautiful choker for a reasonable price. Leia had refused to buy it the day before, and though she had not said anything, Han had recognized the look on her face. The look that said her limited finances did not need to be used to buy frivolous accessories, no matter how pretty they were. Though his wife had inherited a respectable amount of wealth from the off-world holdings of Alderaan, she had used a significant amount of that money to not only help Alderaanian survivors establish a new colony in the Ash Worlds, but to also help the New Republic rebuild itself on Hosnian Prime.

Han had happily slipped the necklace in his pocket and headed back toward the hostel, hoping to get back before Leia woke. Unfortunately, the group of human males that he realized was following him about half-way there made sure he didn’t make it. Though Han thought he was ready for them, with his hand on his blaster, he hadn’t expected the sixth man who had been waiting around the corner with a stunner in his hand.

When Han had woken an indeterminate time later, he found himself tied to a chair with rope around both wrists and ankles. He had no clue why he had been taken and not killed or who the men were working for. Were they actually after him, or were they after his wife? He and Leia were only here on Routh to meet with the newly elected Senator and her family, offering them instruction and advice before they headed to the Capital. Though there were plenty of Imperial sympathizers all over the galaxy that had grudges against both Leia and Han, he wasn’t sure that’s what was going on here. People like that would most likely just kill him… unless they were using him as bait for Leia.

His heart started racing in panic. She would look for him. She would probably find him, because she was good at getting information out of people. So, would she be walking into a trap or not? Just as he wondered this, he heard the sounds of shouting and cursing from outside the room. Han started pulling at his bonds now, desperate to escape and hoping that if the commotion was being caused by his wife that she wasn’t alone. Yeah, Leia was a warrior, and had proven time and time again that she could take care of herself, but he still worried about her.

The sound of blaster fire could be heard now, as well as the stunner that had been used on him. Then… silence. The door opened and Leia stepped through, blaster at the ready. She breathed out in relief as she saw him, and he couldn’t help but laugh. As she rushed forward to untie him, he could hear groaning from the other side of the door, letting him know that at least one of his captors was still alive.

“Please tell me you’re not alone,” he grumbled as she got down on one knee behind his chair.

A loud crash could be heard, and the shout of “Police!” in Routhan. Leia smiled up at him. “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t help but glare at her as the ropes dropped loose.

“I called them right before I came in,” she said. “These guys said they would kill you if I involved the police, so I had to come alone.”

An uncontrollable anger grew inside Han, but he kept his mouth shut, turning to face the door as the local law enforcement officers entered.

It took several hours with them to resolve their part of the incident. All six men, who Leia had managed to incapacitate without killing, were charged with kidnapping and hostage taking with the demand for ransom. They appeared to be working on their own and had not been hired by anyone. Leia informed one of the New Republic lawyers of the situation and was assured that the men would get the harshest penalty possible.

It was well after lunch when they arrived back at their room in the hostel. Han had remained mostly silent all morning, only speaking when necessary, letting Leia handle everything. He was aware of her nervous glances in his direction, and he knew that she knew he was pissed. Once in their room, she turned to him with a pleading look.

“I know you’re mad at me, but tell me you wouldn’t have done the same if our positions were reversed!” she demanded.

He glared at her for a long while, then shook his head and moved past her. Leia followed.

“I knew I could handle them and I did!”

He spun around. “And what if something went wrong?” he practically shouted. “What if they had killed you?”

“We just got done surviving a war and now you’re worried about me getting killed?”

“I have always worried about you, Leia,” he said harshly. “From fricking day one, I’ve worried about you. Even when you’re saving my ass, I worry about you. Don’t you get it?” He stepped into her, unsurprised when she didn’t back away, despite the fact he towered over her. “I’ve never let anyone have control over me the way you do. Long before I ever admitted to myself that I loved you, I couldn’t leave you, though Force knows I tried!” He took a deep breath. “But you… you take risks. You jump in with both feet, convinced you can handle it, not worried about the consequences, even when you know you can get help.”

“I saved your ass!” Leia hissed.

“Yeah, you did,” Han agreed softly, stepping away from her. He ran a hand over his face. “You just scared the hell out of me, Princess.” He took a deep breath. “The war’s over. Why are we still risking our lives like this?” He remembered what had started the whole thing and reached into his pocket, more than a little surprised to find the necklace he bought still there. He pulled it out and tossed it at his wife. “This is for you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she caught the choker, her mouth opening in awe as she recognized it. “Han,” she whispered.

“I would do anything for you, Leia,” he told her. “You have to know that.”

She looked at him, her eyes soft, but as he watched they seemed to flash. The corner of her mouth curled up, then she licked her lips. “Anything?”

Something in her expression put Han on alert. “Anything,” he said firmly.

She tilted her head, looking contemplative. “Kneel,” she suddenly said.

“What?”

“You heard me,” she purred. “Kneel.”

Han’s cock twitched at her demand. Keeping eye contact with her, he dropped to his knees.

A small smile played at Leia’s lips as she walked toward him, the choker still in her hand. As she moved next to him, looking down on him for once, her free hand reached for his head. Her fingers dove into his thick hair and she circled behind him. Han closed his eyes, his body tightening at her touch.

“Have you ever let anyone control you during sex?” she asked, her voice husky. “Willingly?” Though a virgin their first time together, Leia had never been shy when it came to sex. However, she had never taken the lead, either. Han’s pulse started to race.

“Never,” he answered.

“But you would let me, wouldn’t you?”

Han swallowed. “Yes,” he groaned as her fingers tightened in his hair. She pulled on it a bit, then suddenly let him go and backed away. His eyes popped open in surprise.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed,” she said, her breathing harsh. “I want to try something.”

When he didn’t move, she tilted her head at him in question, her eyes challenging him.

He stood, his fingers immediately going to the buttons on his shirt.

She smiled. “Good boy,” she whispered.

Han’s whole body shuddered at her words. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would get turned on by being called a ‘good boy.’ But never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined being married to a wild princess warrior, either.

Han continued to undress, watching through half-closed eyes as Leia also began to slip out of her clothing. She removed everything but her camisole and panties. Then, watching him out of the corner of her eye, she put on the choker Han had bought her.

Completely naked, Han slid onto the bed, laying on his back and watching his wife, his heart still racing. He couldn’t wait to see what she had planned.

She approached the bed, stopping to squat down and pick up Han’s discarded shirt, then she continued toward him, her long braid swinging gracefully behind her. She moved up alongside the bed until she was even with his head, then she reached over and grabbed his wrist. She pulled his arm up over his head, then did the same with his other arm. He didn’t fight her, but licked his lips in anticipation. Carefully, she wrapped one sleeve around his wrist, tying it firmly, then pulled the shirt through the rails of the headboard. She brought the other sleeve down to his other wrist and began to tie that one, but as she did so, she looked down at him. “Okay?”

He nodded, unable to speak. How many times had he been restrained in his life? Never had it excited him. But never had he trusted the person doing it implicitly, either.

Leia tested the makeshift bonds, tugging on them gently, then she gave him a wry smile and climbed onto the bed next to him. She slithered down the mattress, her hands sliding along his body, until she reached his cock, which was achingly erect and tight against his belly. He hissed as she grasped it in her hands, running her fingers along his length. He had never been this sensitive before, and he arched his hips up, pulling on his bindings.

“Uh-uh” she breathed. “Stay still.”

Panting heavily, he dropped his hips and did his best to obey. He groaned as he watched her hover over his cock, then swore under his breath as she spit on him. She rubbed the spit all over him, even down to his balls. He grit his teeth but held still. She looked up at him, her expression pleased, then she came down over him, taking him in her mouth. Han had to clench his eyes shut for a moment, suddenly feeling dizzy. Leia had only done this to him a handful of times since they had become lovers, and she had always been a bit tentative, focusing on his words of direction and praise. Today, she was in complete control, and she knew it. Using her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth, she drowned his cock in her saliva, humming and moaning as if she was tasting the best dessert in the galaxy. Her tiny hand gripped him at the base, holding him steady for her mouth and twisting along the length of him she couldn’t take in her mouth.

She stopped suddenly, gasping for breath, sitting up and pulling off her camisole. Han groaned as he saw her breasts, tightly peaked from arousal, and the flush of red on her chest. She dropped down and attacked his cock again, the hand not holding it sliding up his belly and chest until it reached his throat. The slight pressure she used as she gripped it caused him to swear. “Kriff!” he called out. “Kriffing hell, Leia!”

He saw her look up to make sure he wasn’t telling her to stop, but as she recognized the obvious pleasure on his face, her lips curved up.

Finally, her ministrations became too much. “Leia, stop!” he cried.

She did, her expression concerned but also dazed, as if she was drunk. Cock drunk.

“Stop what?” she asked, licking her messy lips.

“I don’t want to come like this,” he gasped. “I only want to come in one place,” he told her. “Please?”

Wiping her mouth, Leia smiled. She slid off the bed, quickly shucking her panties. He could smell her arousal. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“Since you asked nicely,” she responded with a wicked smile. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips. She grasped his cock once more with one hand, lining it up with her dripping core, then sank down on top of him.

Han watched with wide eyes as his impressive erection disappeared into her tight pussy; it would never fail to amaze him that her tiny body could take all of him. His gaze shot up to her face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth was open as she took in huge gulps of air. A smile formed as she settled, then her eyes opened and she met his gaze. Wearing nothing but the choker necklace he had bought her this morning, she was absolutely exquisite.

“You fill me so good,” she told him. “So perfect. So big.” She was moving now, her hips rolling back and forth. He groaned as she tightened around him, her wet heat almost too much. He clenched his teeth again, holding back as best he could. He couldn’t come, yet!

“You’re mine,” Leia continued, her rocking becoming faster, stronger. “This body is mine. This cock is mine. No one else’s. Isn’t that right, Captain?”

“Yours,” Han mumbled. “Only yours. Forever.”

“Oh, frik, I wanna come!” she cried.

“Oh, please, baby! Please come!” Han responded. He pulled at his restraints, desperately wanting to grab her hips and help her thrust. “Come all over my cock!”

Leia dropped her body down over his, planting her hands on the bed on either side of Han’s head, her hips thrusting madly now. Han couldn’t help but pump his own hips upward, the slapping sounds their bodies making only urging him on even more. He felt her inner walls tighten and knew she was coming; he had never felt a woman’s orgasm before her. Whether it was because he was so tightly shoved into her or because he was just that sensitive to her body, he didn’t know or care.

She started keening, her cry getting louder and louder as her body convulsed. She dropped her head down, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. “Kriff!” he shouted as his own climax hit. He braced his feet on the bed and held his hips up tight against the woman riding him, ensuring his ejaculation reached her womb. His vision blurred as he felt his body sink back down to the bed, content as he felt Leia’s body follow, his cock still buried deep inside.

He roused as he felt her move, stretching up to fumble with the ties around his wrists. Finally, his hands were free. She gasped in displeasure as his cock slipped from her pussy, but then settled back down over him. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her tight against him. He blinked rapidly as he realized his eyes were watering. Damn it. He was crying. Again. It wasn’t the first time he had done so with Leia in his arms.

“Kriff, woman,” he grumbled. “What have you done to me?”

She raised her head to look at him, and he saw tears in her eyes as well. “No more than what you’ve done to me,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

The day had not gone the way he expected. It had been so much better.

THE END