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Smut
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Han didn't want to see you go.

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The clock on the wall ticked ominously as you stood in Han's office, your heart pounding in your chest. You had been working as his assistant for six months, and despite your best efforts, Han always seemed displeased. Today, he had called you into his office with a cold, unreadable expression.

  "What is it this time?" You mumbled to yourself, before going infront of his desk to sit down.

  Han had his sleeves rolled up, his glasses perched onto his  nose bridge, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. You could tell he was stressed and exhausted on something.

"You know why you're here," Han said, not looking up from the papers on his desk. His voice was as cold as ever.

"I really don't," you replied, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. "I've done everything you've asked."

Han finally looked up, his eyes piercing through you. As he did, his gaze briefly flicked over your figure, a hint of something dark and hungry in his eyes before he masked it again. "That's the problem," he said. "Everything I've asked, but nothing more. There's no initiative, no creativity. Just... mediocrity."

Your heart sank. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. Han. I'll try to do better."

He sighed, standing up and walking around the desk. He leaned against it, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. "Trying isn't good enough. I need results."

You swallowed hard, the desperation clear in your voice. "Please, Mr. Han. I need this job. I'll do anything to keep it."

Han's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. He had been thinking about you constantly, your presence a near-constant distraction. It was getting difficult to focus, difficult not to let his thoughts stray to how much he wanted you.

"Anything?" he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Do you even understand what you're offering?"

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, anything."

A smirk played on Han's lips as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. "Then prove it," he said softly, his voice laced with command. "Show me just how badly you want to keep this job."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him, your mind racing. "I-I really need this job," you stammered, trying to hold back your nerves.

"That's what I like to hear," Han murmured, his voice almost a purr. "And if you do well, you'll be paid even more. But you have to be at my disposal whenever I need you."

You stared at him, shocked by his proposition. Han began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. "You don't have to do it," he said, his tone almost mocking. "But I'd hate to see you go."

You blushed, looking away. Han smirked at your reaction. "What's it going to be?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"O-okay," you whispered, your voice trembling.

Han's smirk widened as he began to unbuckle his pants. "Good. You can start now."

  He sat down in his chair, leaning back with a commanding presence. "Come here," he ordered, patting his thigh. "Kneel in front of me."