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Smut
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You and Han argued all of a sudden he barges into the room.

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You and Han had been arguing all evening. The frustration between you had reached a boiling point, especially since he'd been acting cold and distant for days without any explanation. By the time night rolled around, you were emotionally exhausted and just wanted to change into your pajamas and ignore him for a bit.

As you stood in your room, halfway through pulling on your shirt, you heard the door open suddenly. You flinched as Han stepped in, closing the door behind him with a definitive click and locking it. His sudden appearance and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a mix of confusion and lingering anger.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you. Without warning, he reached out, pulling you onto his lap. The shirt you had been holding slipped from your grasp, falling to the floor as your breath caught in your throat.

"Han, what—" you began, but he cut you off with a kiss, his lips pressing against yours with a desperation that took you by surprise. His hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly in place as he deepened the kiss. All the anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a sudden, intense heat.

"I'm sorry," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. "I've been a jerk, and I hate seeing you upset."

You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for sincerity. There was a vulnerability there that you hadn't seen before, and it softened your resolve. "Why have you been so cold, Han?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed, his hands moving to cup your face gently. "I was stressed and took it out on you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Let me make it up to you," he said, his eyes darkening with a mix of regret and desire.

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, sliding under the waistband of your pajama pants and pulling them down slowly. You shivered at the sensation, your heart racing as his fingers traced over your skin.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive promise. He flipped you onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes roamed your body appreciatively.

Han's hands and lips were everywhere, worshipping your skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the earlier tension. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin and drawing soft moans from your lips. You could feel the intensity of his desire in every touch, every kiss.

He moved lower, his lips trailing down your body until he reached the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you, his eyes asking for permission. When you nodded, he pulled them down, leaving you completely exposed.

Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His tongue circled your clit, sucking gently before moving lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of you.

"Han," you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued his ministrations. He responded with a low growl, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked, driving you closer to the edge with every movement.

The intensity built quickly, your body arching off the bed as Han continued to pleasure you with a skill and dedication that left you breathless. His tongue worked expertly, flicking and swirling, while his hands held your thighs apart, keeping you open for him. The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and love that had you teetering on the edge.

You could feel the tension building within you, each movement of his tongue sending you closer to your climax. Your moans filled the room, desperate and needy, as you writhed beneath him.

"Han, I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. The combination of his mouth and the soft, growling noises he made against your skin was driving you wild.

He responded by increasing the intensity, his tongue working faster and more insistently against your clit. One of his hands moved to join the action, sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. The added sensation pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

You cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to lick and suck, drawing out your climax as long as possible. When you finally came down from the high, your body felt boneless, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied.

Han crawled back up to you, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "I love you," he whispered against your mouth, his voice filled with emotion.

You cupped his face, looking into his eyes with a soft smile. "I love you too," you replied, feeling the last remnants of anger and frustration melt away. "Thank you."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I should be the one thanking you. For forgiving me, for being patient."

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms  around his neck. "We'll figure it out together," you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "Just promise me you won't shut me out again."

"I promise," he said, his voice earnest and filled with sincerity. He shifted, positioning himself between your legs, his erection pressing against your entrance. "Can I?"

You nodded, your body already responding to the closeness and the promise of more pleasure. "Yes, please."

With a groan, he pushed into you slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside you. The connection between you was intense, a mixture of love, desire, and the need to make up for the lost time. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the sensation, but it wasn't long before the need overtook both of you.

His thrusts became faster, deeper, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through your already sensitive body. You matched his movements, your hips meeting his in a rhythm that felt both urgent and perfect.

The room filled with the sounds of your lovemaking, the slaps of skin against skin, the mingled moans and gasps of pleasure. Han's hands roamed your body, touching, caressing, driving you higher with every movement.

You could feel another climax building, the pressure mounting with each thrust. "Han, I'm close again," you moaned, your nails digging into his back.

"Me too," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Let's come together."

With those words, he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. You felt the tension snap, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you trembling. Han followed right behind, his release pouring into you as he collapsed against you, both of you panting and spent.

For a few moments, neither of you moved, just holding each other, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Han rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were cuddled against his chest.

"I'm sorry for everything," he said softly, stroking your hair. "I'll do better, I promise."

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