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Smut
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Han is helping you study

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  You had been staring at the same page of your textbook for what felt like hours, the words blurring together in your exhaustion. Exams were coming up, and you were desperate to understand the material. Han had offered to help you study, and at first, you thought it was a great idea. However, his definition of "helping" seemed to involve more teasing than actual tutoring.

  "Come on, Y/N," Han said, his voice a low purr as he leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. "You know this. Just focus."

  "I am focusing," you replied, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. "It's just... it's a lot to remember."

  He chuckled softly, his hand sliding up your thigh, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns. "Maybe you need a little incentive," he suggested, his tone mischievous.

  You shivered at his touch, your body reacting to his proximity. "Han, this isn't helping," you said, though your voice lacked conviction.

  "Isn't it?" he murmured, his fingers slipping higher, brushing against the sensitive skin just below your shorts. "You seem pretty focused to me."

  You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your body was responding to his teasing. "I can't think when you're doing that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

  "Maybe that's the point," he said, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts, teasing the edge of your panties. "Now, what's the answer to this question?"

  You glanced at the textbook, trying to concentrate. "Um, I think it's..." Your voice trailed off as his fingers brushed against your core, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

  "Wrong," Han said, his voice a mock reprimand. "Try again."

  You took a shaky breath, trying to focus on the question. "It's... it's the mitochondria."

  "Good girl," he praised, his fingers slipping past your panties to stroke you gently. "See? You can do it."

  You moaned softly, your hips lifting to meet his touch. "Han, please," you begged, your need for him overwhelming your desire to study.

  "Not yet," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. "You have to finish your work first."

  Han's fingers continued their teasing, his touch both a distraction and a motivation. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, your body aching for more, but you knew he wouldn't let you have it until you finished your work.

  "Next question," he said, his voice a mix of authority and seduction. "What is the function of the Golgi apparatus?"

  You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the question despite the pleasure radiating from his touch. "It's... it processes and packages proteins and lipids," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

  "Good," Han said, rewarding you with a slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers. "You're doing great. Now, tell me the phases of mitosis."

  You racked your brain, trying to remember the sequence. "Prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase," you answered, your breath hitching as he pressed a little harder against your clit.

  "Excellent," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let's see how you handle a trickier one. Explain the difference between transcription and translation."

  You hesitated, the answer on the tip of your tongue, but the pleasure was making it hard to think straight. "Transcription is the process of copying a segment of DNA into RNA... and translation is the process where ribosomes synthesize proteins using the mRNA transcript," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

  "That's right," Han said, his fingers sliding inside you, moving with a slow, torturous rhythm. "You're such a smart girl, Y/N. One more question and I'll give you what you want."

  You nodded, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he continued to pleasure you. "Okay," you said, your voice shaky.

  "What are the four macromolecules essential for life?" Han asked, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.

  You gasped, struggling to keep your thoughts coherent. "Carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and nucleic acids," you answered quickly, your body trembling with need.

  "Very good," Han praised, his voice thick with desire. "You've earned your reward."

  He withdrew his fingers, making you whimper at the loss, but before you could protest, he lifted you onto the table, pushing your books aside. His eyes were dark with lust as he spread your legs, positioning himself between them.

  "You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing your slick folds. "All this just from studying?"

  You nodded, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "Please, Han," you begged, your body aching for his touch.

  "Patience, love," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

  He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at your entrance. You moaned into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you completely.

  The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and relief as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more.

  "You're so tight," Han groaned, his pace quickening as he drove into you. "You feel incredible."

  "Han," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Please, faster."

  He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent as he pounded into you, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. The pleasure built quickly, a coil tightening in your core with each thrust.

  "I'm so close," you gasped, your body arching into his.

  "Come for me," Han growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."

  His words pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You cried out his name, your nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure washed over you.

  Han followed soon after, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from the high. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sound your shared breathing.

  Then, Han lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. "Did that help you study?" he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

  You laughed softly, shaking your head. "I don't know about studying," you admitted. "But it definitely helped."

  "Good," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Because I think we both learned something today."

  He pulled away and helped you sit up, his hands gentle as he fixed your clothes. You felt a mix of exhaustion and contentment, your body still tingling from the pleasure.

  "Next time," you said, a playful glint in your eyes, "maybe we can start with the reward and then study."

  Han laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "We'll see," he said, his tone teasing. "But for now, let's get you some rest. You deserve it."

  You nodded, leaning into his embrace as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. As you left the room, you couldn't help but smile, already looking forward to the next "study session" with Han.

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