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heavenlyvision · 1 year ago

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When hell thaws

Word count: 12.6k

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

This is part 5 to my 'When hell freezes over' series, read all the other parts below :3

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A/N: It is done !!! As always, thank you for your patience, I hope it has been worth the wait. Enjoy <333

Summary: After a training move gone wrong, you are forced to deal with a minor injury, one that seems to upset Bi-Han more than it upsets you. In the end, you take the initiative to show him just how okay you are.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst (only little bit), minor injury, dirty talk, grinding, cum eating, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, overstimulation, open missionary sex, clit slapping, Soft!Bi-Han, Menace!Bi-Han, no use of y/n

In the morning when you wake up, Bi-Han is already awake, back resting against your headboard. Your head is resting in his lap, one of his hands relaxing on your back, rubbing you soothingly.

You’re a little surprised he stayed in the bed with you, “You’re still here?”

He looks down to you, his hand moves to your head and strokes your hair, “I thought if I left, you would get angry with me again.”

“You could’ve woken me up,” you tell him.

Shaking his head at you, he says, “You looked peaceful, did not want to wake you before you were ready.”

His words are sweet, they make you incredibly happy but you tell him, “From now on, if you need to leave, you can wake me up to say goodbye. You’re not trapped here with me until I wake up.”

“I like being trapped here with you,” he smiles at you.

“You’re being especially docile this morning,” you observe.

He rolls his eyes at you, finding your comment stupid, “Well excuse me for enjoying your company.”

You laugh at him and his dramatics as you pull yourself up, you rest on your legs, kneeling on the bed. You stretch up, your muscles screaming at you lightly as you do, tender from last night, “You need to be more gentle with me, I am sore all over today.”

One of his brows raise at you, “You always beg for me to be rougher.”

You pout in response at him, it’s true that you always want it rough, you just regret it in the morning.

“I can be gentle with you next time,” it sounds like a kindness but by the look on his face you feel like he would drive you mental, fucking you slowly and never pushing you over the edge.

“Why do I feel like that’s a threat?” You ask him.

He doesn’t reply and instead smiles evilly at you.

The way you look at him is filled with scrutiny and his smile turns more sincere, his arms open for you to enter them. You take him up on his offer and fall into him, he holds you in a warm embrace.

“I can be more gentle with you, if that’s what you want?” He tries again, more earnest this time.

You pull back to look at him, you feel warm in the face as you admit to him, “No I like the way we…” you trail off.

“…Fuck.” He finishes for you.

Sighing you say, “Yes… I just need a bit to recover or you’ll break me.”

He glows with pride at your words, loving that he can and does tear you apart.

“Bi-Han!” You call his name, bringing his attention back to the topic at hand.

Looking back to you he says, “I can be gentle with you, sweet girl… for a week.”

You’ll take it, “Thank you,” you smile kindly at him.

He looks soft for you before he comes back to himself, asking, “Just to be clear, that doesn’t mean no sex, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t mean no sex,” you confirm for him.

He nods once, “Good.”

“You are impossible,” you sigh again, leaning back onto his chest.

The pair of you stay like this for a while, wrapped up in each other, both not wanting to start your respective days. As you lay on top of him, you find yourself pining for more from him, the sex is great and the talk you had was more than you could’ve asked for, but you want more moments with him that aren’t sexually charged.

“Bi-Han?” He hums at you in response, signalling you to continue talking, you feel a bit hesitant as you say, “I want more from you… more than just sex.”

He pulls you away to look at you properly, “This hasn’t been just sex to me, ever.”

As you look him in the eyes and see the way he’s looking back at you, you believe him, without a hint of doubt. That doesn’t change the fact that you want more, you want more moments where you share things with each other or enjoy each other’s company. You want a relationship.

“I believe you… but that doesn’t change how I feel about this,” you motion between the two of you.

His large hand holds the side of your face tenderly, “Whatever you need from me, I will give it to you.”

“I want something like a date? I want to eat dinner with you… or something,” you mumble slightly, it feels a bit silly to tell him but you want more connection. You don’t tell him about wanting a label, maybe you’ll bring it up at a better time.

His lips rise in a faint smile, amused at your hesitation over a simple request, “Done. I will plan something.”

“You will?” You can’t hide the way you’re surprised by his unquestioning willingness.

One of his brows raise at you, “Were you expecting me to deny you?”

You feel a little sheepish as you admit, “Well… I was prepared for it.”

His smile grows as he shakes his head at you, “Sweet, sweet girl, you have no idea how much you have me wrapped around your finger.” He chuckles lightly and pulls you back into him, back in your previous positions.

The words he speaks make you giddy, having confirmation about his feelings for you always makes you happy. Knowing that he feels the same for you as you do for him is a reassuring thing to hear. Especially since you want to ask for more, more than just ‘fucking’.

His chest vibrates underneath you as he talks, “Do you have training today?”

“I think so but I don’t think it’s going to be a long day.” You hum your reply.

You know you should get up soon but you don’t want to leave him, being in his arms is probably one of your favourite places.

“I have to get up,” your words are muffled by the material of his robe.

“Go on then,” he encourages.

Lifting yourself up, you go to move away from him but just as you’re almost sitting upright, he pulls you back to him and holds you firmly.

You chuckle at him and then enquire, “Are you going to let me go?”

“When I am ready,” he answers.

“And when will that be?”

He thinks on it for a while before deciding, “Never.”

He is uncharacteristically affectionate this morning, it’s nice but it’s also mildly concerning. You decide not to say anything about it, in fear of upsetting him or causing him to draw back. Which is not what you want.

You instead ask him, “What are you doing today?”

“Whatever you are doing,” his reply is nonchalant.

You pull away just to look at him dubiously, “You’re going to join me and everyone else for training?”

“Sure,” he shrugs but his eyebrow twitches slightly, it makes you smile fondly at him.

Reaching your thumb up, you gently rub between his brows, easing the seemingly constant frown on his face. He relaxes his brows, unfurrowing under your touch.

“I think, you might injure someone if you join us for training,” you murmur, still massaging his forehead.

His eyes glint with pleasure at the idea and you roll yours at him. Sighing he says, “I will not injure any of your friends… not because I like them but because I like you.”

Of course, that’s how he feels, “I don’t think it was necessary that you add that at the end of your statement.”

“It was,” he looks to you firmly, making sure you understand that he does not like them and this kindness is only for you. It honestly shouldn’t make you feel good but you can’t help the flutter in your heart.

His hand grabs your wrist, stopping your massage. He pulls you to him and your lips lock in a tender kiss, or about as tender as Bi-Han is capable of giving. Which is considerably more than you’d think from just looking at him.

You hum against him, always appreciative of his kisses. His hands grab you and then he’s pushing you backwards. You’re on your back with him on top of you, your heads at the wrong end of the bed now. His lips never left yours, the kiss burning with need. Bi-Han’s hands pull your thighs apart enough to slip his waist between them. Your own hands grab onto the back of his neck.

The kiss deepens when you gasp against him, his cock grinding into you slightly shocking you pleasantly. His tongue is in your mouth now, his kisses insistent and full. Your legs wrap around the small of his back and hold him to you, he’s dry humping into you and it feels delicious. Your sleep addled and hazy brain thankful for the sensations he’s giving you.

Both of your movements are lazy and unhurried, the only thing that is hurried are Bi-Han’s kisses. They’re fervent and unforgiving, the way he licks into your mouth and grinds down against you has small sighs and whimpers passing your lips. Sounds that he is forever grateful for, if his groans are anything to go by.

The knock on your door is sudden and sharp, you gasp surprised by the loudness of it. You break the kiss and Bi-Han groans, extremely annoyed by the intrusion.

“What?” He growls out to whoever is at the door.

“I thought you might be here Bi-Han; Liu Kang is looking for you,” It’s Tomas, you think. You can’t be completely sure, not after you’ve just been kissed stupid.

Bi-Han rolls his eyes, “Go away.”

“I would… but you are wanted,” Tomas urges, his tone a little worried about pushing Bi-Han.

“Thank you, Tomas. He will join you shortly,” you try to sound as polite and normal as possible as you call out to him.

He’s apprehensive as he says, “Okay, uhm… Good morning,”

His kindness makes you smile faintly, “Good morning,” you chirp back to him.

Bi-Han repeats, his voice gruffer than before, “Go away.”

You frown at Bi-Han in a reprimanding manner, telling him to be kinder to Tomas. His eyes look unmoved, still completely irritated. His head drops to your shoulder, you jump when you feel he’s still hard against you, it makes your face hot.

Bi-Han’s lips start nipping at your neck lightly, pressing kisses against you. His hips lightly grinding into you again, the feeling makes your brain feel fuzzy. Your thoughts and critical thinking skills slipping away from you.

Clearly, Bi-Han is uninterested in continuing his conversation with his brother, his last words meant as just that, a finality intending to conclude the interaction.

“I will be going now, goodbye,” Tomas rushes out, wanting to get away from the two of you and understanding Bi-Han enough to know he’s not going to address him further.

If Bi-Han hadn’t begun mouthing at the side of your neck, you think you would’ve scolded him or died from embarrassment. Just because everyone knows about the two of you now, doesn’t mean you can make it obvious when you are having your more intimate moments. Moments you would rather remain between the two ofyou.

You want to say something to him but you only manage a whine as his grinding comes firmer, your hands hold his shoulders, pushing him back to look at him. The expression on his face is beyond pleased with the one you have on yours.

“I don’t have to do much to you at all for you to look fucked out,” he hums at you.

You frown at him, “Bi-Han, you’re needed elsewhere,” your words are whiney, they don’t display the seriousness you are trying to get across.

“I am needed where I am,” he replies coolly and it makes you frown at him, “How about this,” he begins, his smile is devious. “You cum in your little panties and I will leave without argument.”

His proposition makes your pussy throb and your cheeks burn, “I doubt that’s –hah– true,” though tempting you really don’t think he’d leave you with no argument.

“Only one way to find out, sweet girl,” he purrs to you, leaning down and kissing you again.

Distantly, you wonder why he was ever so annoyed about the interruption, it doesn’t seem to have slowed him down at all.

With the way the hardness of his dick ruts against you, you can’t think straight, any witty retort you would offer dying before your brain can even think of it, let alone speak it. He’s driving you up a wall and as your moans slip past your lips into his mouth, he swallows them down. His kiss is ravenous for you and he’s making you lightheaded.

He pulls back, allowing air into your lungs. You’re panting against him; his face is smug as he watches how much he’s affected you like this. Just from his clothed cock and full kisses.

“Always make the cutest faces for me,” he murmurs to you, his lips brush over yours faintly.

One of his hands hold the side of your face, while the other grips your thigh, keeping you firmly pressed against him. His grinding doesn’t stop, he’s determined to make you cum like this now. Obsessed with the idea of your cum soaking your panties.

You’re still sensitive from last night and the way he keeps grinding right into your clit has you on the edge. Dangerously close to tipping over.

He groans out to you, “Bet you’re so fucken wet right now.”

You confirm it for him, humming in agreement that yes, you are so wet for him right now. You have a filthy idea that you think would make him feral. One of your hands leave his neck and slip down, under your waist band, temporarily interrupting his grinding but only for a moment. Your fingers swipe through your folds quickly, coating them before pulling them away and presenting them to Bi-Han.

His eyes light up with how barely contained his arousal is, he’s humping into you again, needy. His hand removes itself from your face and snatches your wrist, pulling your fingers towards him, his mouth envelops your fingers, sucking them clean. You gasp out a whine at him, it’s completely depraved and has you so close to finishing.

You can feel the way his cock jumps against you as he sucks your fingers clean, he’s grunting around them, seemingly closer to finishing than you would’ve thought. Your action has caused his mask of control to slip. Your fingers withdraw from his mouth and his hand grabs your face again, his eyes are burning into your own. The assumption you made was correct because he has the most feral look on his face right now and it’s making you quiver with excitement, with pleasure.

“Dirty, you play dirty, trying to fffucken kill me,” he groans at you, his words slurring a little bit. His lips press to yours again, occupying himself with kissing you.

You’re so close to finishing, one word from him and you think you’d cum immediately. And he must be incredibly in tune with your body and its tells, because he parts from your lips and presses his right up against your ear.

“Come on, sweet girl, cum in your panties for me hmm?” He blows cold air against your ear.

It’s all too much and has you cumming, moans and whimpers falling from your mouth. Bi-Han keeps grinding into you, close to finishing himself. Both his hands are on your hips now, having drawn back to slide you up and down his clothed cock. You’re twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm and the sight of you has an evil grin plastering itself onto Bi-Han’s face.

With how he’s pulled back, he can see the wet spot on your sleep shorts from your orgasm, “Got the –ngh– creamiest little cunt, came in your panties for me, such a sweet thing.” His words are becoming more growls and moans than anything else, he’s so close to his end.

“Want you to cum too, Grandmaster,” your voice is small, fucked out and barely present.

But your words affect him deeply, he comes with a bite of your name, falling back down onto you. His hips twitch into yours, sensitive but refusing to stop his grinding movements.

He groans and tucks his head into your neck, “Got me cumming in my clothes like a damn teenager.”

“You loved it,” you singsong to him.

Lifting himself off you, he pulls your sleep shorts off, looking at your cum soaked panties. He grunts at you, “I would’ve stuffed you full if you hadn’t just asked me to be gentle with you.” He smirks, “I did love making you cum in your panties though.”

His thumb rubs over the wet spot and you twitch in response, his eyes stay on your covered cunt, enamoured by the view. He tugs your panties off too and spreads your pussy lips for his viewing pleasure, his gaze forever greedy.

Your legs fight against him, embarrassed by his bold actions. He easily holds you open, unphased by your attempts to push him away.

“Only thing I’m disappointed in, is that you aren’t full of my cum,” he says mostly to himself, his thumb swipes through your slick before he holds it to his mouth and sucks it clean.

You groan at him in embarrassment, “You say, the nastiest stuff, Bi-Han.”

“And you like it, can feel how tight you grip me when I whisper filthy shit to you,” he chuckles at your humiliation.

Leaning down, he plants a final and firm kiss on your lips before getting off the bed and standing up, stretching his muscles. You roll onto your stomach to watch him move around the room.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

He raises a brow as he looks back at you, “What for?”

“Being gentle,” your smile is bright as you look at him.

He hums at you dismissively, “Don’t need to thank me for that.”

“I know… but I will anyways,” you return.

He’s gone after that, cleaning himself up and doing the walk of shame back to his room so he can change and meet with Liu Kang. It was amusing, watching him try and make himself presentable enough to walk back, you don’t think he was planning on staying this long this morning but it’s still early enough to get back mostly unnoticed… hopefully.

You have a moment of realisation, Bi-Han kept his end of the deal. He made you cum in your panties and then he left with no arguments, it makes you laugh.

⋆⁺₊❅.

The morning goes by slowly and training is mostly uneventful, at least it is until Bi-Han shows up. You’re a little worried that he will spar with everyone like he joked, but all he really ends up doing is watch you.

“He became your guard dog real quick,” Johnny says, referencing your previous taunt of calling Bi-Han, Liu Kang’s guard dog.

“He’s not my guard dog,” you say.

Kung Lao pokes Johnny in the ribs, teasing him, “Be careful Johnny, he looks like he bites.”

He does.

You look back at him and see he’s already watching you; his arms are crossed over his chest; you can’t help the way your eyes linger over his arms. When you snap out of it and look back to his face you can see that he definitely caught your shameless staring, one of his brows raised at you.

Your head flips forward in record time, thankfully everyone was chatting amongst themselves and didn’t catch you getting an eyeful of Bi-Han. You would never have heard the end of it, though unfortunately, you know Bi-Han is staring at you. You can practically feel his eyes raking up and down your body.

Kenshi moves in closer to quietly ask you, “Have you guys decided what you refer to each other as?”

They all move in closer, being cautious, in case Bi-Han can hear you. Which you sincerely doubt.

You think you know what he means but you aren’t quite certain, “What do you mean?”

Kung Lao clarifies for you, “Like, is he your boyfriend, partner…”

“Guard dog?” Johnny jokes.

You roll your eyes at him, “I don’t really know… we haven’t spoken about it.”

“What do you want to refer to each other as,” Raiden enquires.

You think on it a bit, calling him your boyfriend feels juvenile, but it also makes you smile. “I don’t really know; I’d prefer if he stopped telling everyone we’re ‘fucking’ though.”

“Maybe you need to talk about it,” Kenshi pushes.

You look at him questioningly, “What, right now?”

“Yes! Right now,” Johnny encourages, no doubt only wanting to see what would happen between the two of you.

Kung Lao side eyes Johnny, “No, not right now.”

“When you are ready,” Raiden adds.

As you stand here, you feel mildly compelled to go ask Bi-Han now, but you don’t know how he’ll react, and you’d prefer to have privacy. The small part of you that wants to know doesn’t win out against the rational side of you.

“I already have plans to talk with him about it and it’s not going to be now,” you state very clearly, mostly for Johnny.

Johnny sighs, disappointed that he won’t be around to witness the conversation when it happens.

“Let’s just finish up for today, I am tired,” you complain.

“I wonder why,” Johnny nudges you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Ew,” you say, pushing him off you and laughing at his stupidity.

You wish you could say that the rest of training flies by, but with Bi-Han’s eyes on you and everyone else aware of his presence, it goes by agonisingly slow. He’s throwing you off your game and when you go to kick, your stance is off, resulting in a pretty gnarly sprained ankle.

It’s embarrassing when you fall to the ground because of it, the pain is bad and honestly you don’t even know how you managed to do this much damage. You try to get up quickly, not wanting the attention on you but you fall right back down. The blood is rushing through your head, and you can’t hear properly.

The guys are all standing in front of you, asking if you’re okay and its overwhelming you. With the pain and embarrassment, you feel like you might shed a couple tears, which would embarrass you even more.

Bi-Han pushes his way past them and kneels down directly in front of you, his hand reaches out to affectionately touch your face, trying to focus all your attention on him, “Sweet girl, are you okay?” His tone is gentle as he speaks to you.

The guys behind you look shocked by him but are still concerned for you, refusing to leave until they hear you confirm that you are okay. Having so many people care for you is making you self-conscious.

“Mm okay, it’s only a little sprained,” you try brushing it off, going to pull yourself up again but he lightly pushes you back down.

“Can you wiggle your toes?” He asks, carefully he pulls your shoe off to see if you can.

You can move them, but it makes you wince, face twisting in pain.

“Some fucken sprain, I’ll need to take off your wrapping to see the damage.” He comments.

You nod to him, “Okay, I’m okay, it’s not that bad.”

That damn brow of his raises at you, knowing you’re putting on a front for the sake of your self-esteem.

His hands are light as he unwraps your leg, careful not to move you too much. When it’s unwrapped, the guys all look a little worried and Bi-Han frowns at your ankle. Looking at it yourself, you can see why, it’s very swollen in a short amount of time. It will probably bruise, and it will be a massive pain in your ass for the next couple of weeks. Great. Walking on this is going to be just downright, delightful.

You try to assure them, “This is okay, it’s not that bad,” Bi-Han is not convinced by your optimism, not in the slightest, “Honestly, I could probably walk on it,” you insist.

He shoots back at you, “Don’t be difficult, this is obviously not okay.”

“There isn’t much you can do for a sprain though,” you shrug.

“You can stay off it,” Kenshi interjects.

“You can ice it,” Kung Lao adds.

Raiden also says, “You can elevate it,”

“You can take some pain meds,” Johnny continues.

You huff at them, “Okay, thank you doctors.”

“You will be doing all of the above, especially staying off it.” Bi-Han directs.

“But that’s going to be sooooo boring,” not being able to go anywhere too far cuts out almost every place you like going to. Gods, you didn’t realise how much you liked walking until Bi-Han took it from you.

He rolls his eyes at you, fast enough that if you blinked you would have missed it, but you didn’t and you give him a dirty look to tell him as much.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.” He says.

You go to give him your hand for him to pull you up but instead he stands and then grabs your waist, hoisting you up easily. You rest all of your weight on your good foot, he goes to pick you up, but you stop him, “Hold on, I want to try walking first.”

He grunts at you but doesn’t pick you up, knowing that arguing with you is more often than not fruitless. Carefully, you put your weight onto your other foot, trying to step forwards on it but it almost immediately rejects that move and you shake, threatening to collapse. Bi-Han’s hands grab you, not willing to watch you try and do this to yourself.

He picks you up in a princess carry, beginning to walk away with you. “Wait,” you object. Bi-Han stops, and you address the guys, “Thank you all, I’m really okay though, it’s not that serious,” you smile at them, trying to convince them of your fine status.

“You know we saw it, right?” Kenshi says, his eyebrows scrunched at you.

They all nod their heads in agreeance with Kenshi and say something to the same effect, all coming to the consensus that, yes, it is that bad.

“Whatever, shut up,” you pout at them, embarrassed.

Bi-Han chuckles at you but walks away again, taking you back to your room. The walk back is uncomfortable, due to the pain in your ankle and the way you’re stewing in your annoyance. Annoyed that you managed to do something so stupid in front of everyone.

Back in your room, Bi-Han sits you gently on your bed. He walks away wordlessly to find your first aid kit and a tea towel before returning to your side, sitting beside you.

“Shouldn’t you find an ice pack or something?” You ask.

“Sweetie, you’re dating a walking ice pack or something,” a smirk is faintly present on his lips. His words make you flush, he’s acknowledging that you’re dating.

“Bi-Han I have a question,” you suppose now is as good a time as any.

He hums at you in response, the tea towel he grabbed is placed over your ankle before his hands turn to ice, trying to avoid direct contact to your skin. Softly, he lays his hands around your ankle, it’s faintly cold and your skin pricks a bit at the feeling.

It also hurts but you ignore it, determined to show no pain, too proud to admit that it hurts pretty bad. You can’t help but feel embarrassed because if it was even somewhat worse, you think you might’ve passed out.

Ignoring the pain you press forward, though you aren’t really sure how to phrase this, “Are… would you… hmm, what am… what are we?” You eventually settle on, after stumbling over your words.

“You are mine, and I am yours,” he says simply, like his statement cleared everything up completely.

This time you hum at him, “But like… are you, my boyfriend?”

His eyes shoot to yours; they glint slightly. You aren’t sure if you’ve upset him or not. You feel incredibly childish asking him like this.

“You can call me whatever you want,” his tone is level, unreadable.

Looking away from him, you say, “I don’t know if I would refer to you as my boyfriend… but I’d like it if you were.” You’re still dancing around your actual question, and you think he knows it.

He smiles lightly before he suppresses it, “Cute,” is all he says.

“Bi-Han,” you whine at him, needing him to express what he’s feeling more. You’re trying to feel him out and he’s making it difficult on purpose.

He looks straight at you, his hands still holding your ankle, “What are you actually trying to ask me?”

You bite the bullet, “I want to know… If we’re in a relationship.”

“I’ve been operating under the assumption that we are, have you not thought so?” His eyes are questioning.

“You never asked or said anything! I didn’t think we were labelled,” you huff at him, “Bi-Han, you need to get better at telling me things.”

“I thought I had,” he mutters.

“When?” You are confused as to when he would’ve even brought up being in a relationship with you.

He sighs at you, “I should have been clearer…”

It’s kind of funny how unsure you’ve been, wondering what you were to him, while simultaneously, he was going about his business assuming the pair of you had been in a relationship the whole time. To be fair, you kind of had been, it just wasn’t explicitly stated and that’s where your uncertainty stemmed from. You need some kind of verbal agreement.

You tell him, “It’s not completely your fault, I could’ve brought this up sooner,” you’re itching to touch him right now, whether to comfort him or be comforted by him, you aren’t sure, “But to be clear, we are in a relationship, and we are exclusive?”

His eyebrow twitches, “You hadn’t assumed we were exclusive?”

“I mean no, I don’t know, you weren’t clear, and neither was I… I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same and wouldn’t want to be with only me, so I didn’t say anything,”

“So, you were with someone else,” he’s working himself up, you can tell.

“No!” You’re very firm and quick, not wanting him to spiral, “No, I was only ever with you… I only ever wanted you; I just wasn’t sure that’s what you wanted.”

“I didn’t think I had ever given you a reason to doubt that,” his forehead is creased from the way his eyebrows pull together.

“I didn’t, not really, but I’ve also felt a little in the dark about your motivations.” You’re being completely honest at the moment and it’s making you feel vulnerable. “I want to be with you.”

“And I want to be with you, only, you,” he confirms.

You release a breath you weren’t aware you were holding onto, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He questions.

“Upsetting you,” you feel guilty for the whole conversation.

“I’m not upset,” you look at him doubtfully, “Well I’m not upset at you, I’m upset with myself for not being clearer.”

You’re smiling at him, “I’m glad we talked.”

“I wish we had talked sooner, had you thinking you weren’t mine,” he grunts at you.

“I’m your girlfriend, your partner, your lover?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, teasing him, attempting to lighten the mood.

“All of the above,” his hands move away from your ankle, done with icing it for the time being. He moves further up the bed, his face close to yours, “But most importantly, you. are. mine.” He murmurs before leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss is warm and filled with so many emotions, you kiss him back, but he pulls away quicker than he usually would, “I will get better at sharing my thoughts with you.”

You think that is the most romantic thing he has ever said to you, and it makes you downright giddy, “Okay and I will ask you directly, if I am confused,” you can’t supress the smile breaking out across your face.

Poking his side, you tease, “You’re my boyfriend,” you’re teasing because it’s a stupid term for adults to use but you also like it more than you probably should.

“Are you sure I’m not your guard dog?” He teases back. The surprise on your face is obvious, “Your friends are not as quiet as they think they are.” He noses at the side of your face before whispering to you, “Do they know that I do bite?” Okay if this is what teasing really looks like, than you aren’t really sure what you were doing.

His words make you hot all over, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You find yourself forever grateful that Kenshi had enough discretion to be quieter with the second half of that conversation.

A hum is his reply to you, his hand on your face strokes your cheek gently, “I will take pity on you, since you are injured.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls away.

“It’s not that bad,” you try maintaining and at the moment it really isn’t that bad, his hands successfully numbed the pain.

“I have eyes,” he counters.

You complain to him, “I don’t want to be stuck in this room all day.”

“You’ll be able to limp around in a day,” he says, though you have a feeling he won’t let you limp very far.

He reaches over and grabs a couple pillows, he carefully places them under your foot to elevate it, “I’ll wrap it after I ice it again.”

“Will you stay with me again, tonight I mean?”

“You’re gonna have a hard time getting rid of me now, sweet girl.” He chuckles before adding, “And I think If I don’t watch you, you’ll probably go off wandering around the grounds and hurt yourself more.”

“I would not,” you protest but he pretty much got it dead on, if you were forced to lay down all day, you’d eventually get bored and go looking for things to do. Even if it was to your own detriment.

And by the look on his face, he knows he is right.

There’s a knock on your door and it surprises you, you aren’t expecting anyone to come see you. Bi-Han’s face pulls up into a scowl and you laugh at him, calling out you ask, “Who is it?”

“Liu Kang,” his voice is even, albeit a little concerned, maybe?

You can’t hide the surprise in your voice as you call to him, “Oh, come in.”

He walks into your room and moves straight to your side, “I heard what had happened, are you okay?”

“I am okay, it’s not that bad.” You assure him, at least you try to.

“That’s not what I heard,” Liu Kang says as his eyes look to Bi-Han, who is making a face expressing that you’re lying.

“Needless to say, you won’t be joining training for a bit,” he continues.

You don’t think it’ll be that long, “I mean, give me a couple days and I will be fine–”

“No,” Bi-Han speaks over you.

You are not quiet about your annoyance over this, “Bi-Han it’s fine, I’ll be good in a couple days, four tops!”

“It will be more like a week or two,” he shakes his head at you, “You can walk on it in a day, to encourage the healing process but actual training is off the table, for a bit.”

You sigh at him; he’s clearly not going to budge on this. Though that won’t stop you from trying to push him later.

You try looking to Liu Kang for help, but he doesn’t offer any, “I agree with Bi-Han, take it easy and focus on healing.”

You groan, “What the hell.” Quite frankly, you are not used to people showing so much concern for you, it’s foreign and a little bit annoying.

Liu Kang stays for a bit, talking with you, much to Bi-Han’s dismay but you enjoy his company, you had not spoken with him like this in a while and you missed it. He does eventually leave, once he’s satisfied with your wellbeing and the conversation naturally dwindles. You’re a little sad to see him leave, you would’ve liked to talk with him more but he’s a busy guy and Bi-Han’s annoyance at his lingering presence can only be ignored for so long.

“I’d walk you to the door, but I don’t think Bi-Han would let me get far,” you quip to Liu Kang as he leaves.

Bi-Han grunts at your joke.

Liu Kang smiles faintly at you, “I don’t think your ankle would allow you to get very far either,” he jests back. He’s gone after that.

“He stayed too long,” Bi-Han complains.

You lightly bop him on the nose with your finger, “No he didn’t, you’re just grumpy.”

He grunts at you again, but then he moves back to your ankle and ices it some more. Numbing the dull ache for you, his care for you makes your stomach have butterflies. It makes you happy, how he cares about you, but you’re also distressed, independence is something you pride yourself on and all this fuss he’s making over you is new and unfamiliar.

After he is done icing your ankle, he wraps it up, compressing it. Hopefully to help with the swelling. And like you suspected he would, he stays with you the whole day, keeping you company to prevent you from getting bored and wandering off.

It’s pleasant, having his company but that’s always true.

⋆⁺₊❅.

Later in the evening when dinner rolls around, he walks through your door with both your meals. “They all kept asking about you,” he groans.

“And what did you say,” you press, worried about what he may have said.

“Not much of anything, mostly ignored them.”

Your immediate response is to laugh but you hold it back because they care about you and want to know how you’re doing and right now, no one knows how you’re doing better than Bi-Han. Which is, very unfortunate for them.

“Tell them I’m doing well next time.”

He’s unconcerned as he says, “I told them you were fine.”

“Good,” you don’t ask for further details, not wanting to know exactly what he said for your own peace of mind.

Once you’ve finished dinner, he leaves to return the dishes and grab his sleep wear, along with some fresh clothes for tomorrow. While he’s gone you want to try and have a shower, you feel gross after training today and you haven’t had the chance to wash yourself, not with Bi-Han’s hovering.

You unwrap your ankle carefully and… yeah, it’s still really swollen and achy. Releasing a breath, you prepare yourself for standing up. You’re a little shaky but you manage and with the help of all the furniture in your room, you successfully hobble your way to the bathroom.

Speed is a concern because it won’t take Bi-Han long to get back and you’ll be annoyed if he stops you from having your shower. Undressing is a challenge but it’s no match for you and your unbridled determination.

A sigh of relief falls from you as you finally make it into the warm shower, finally able to wash yourself. Your ankle is protesting about every minimal move you make but it’s worth it for the warm water.

Right as you’re able to ignore the ache enough to enjoy your shower, Bi-Han rushes into the bathroom, startling you. You almost lose your footing in the shower, but your hands come up quickly to grip the walls, enough to steady yourself.

“What the hell?” You’re irritated, he just made an attempt on your life.

He looks almost as annoyed as you, actually… he might look more annoyed than you, “What are you doing?”

“I wanted a shower, I felt gross.” Your voice is small.

He starts angrily stripping himself of his clothes, “And you couldn’t have waited for me?”

You don’t answer, instead pouting and looking away from him. He opens the door and slips into the shower with you. There isn’t a lot of room, and it’s not even like the shower is small, he’s just a big guy.

“Should’ve waited for me, what if you fell over?” He presses.

Frowning at him, you say, “The only time I almost fell over was when you burst in here, frightening me.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “But my point still stands, going to the toilet or grabbing something from across the room is one thing, having a shower is another, you could have hurt yourself while I was gone.”

You make a sound of acknowledgement at him, not wanting to be scolded any further, “You’re taking up a lot of room.” You observe.

“Deal with it, you’re either showering with me or you’re done showering,” he grumbles at you.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you shrug, his large size is something about him that has bewitched you.

His eyes look into your own knowingly, he’s aware of how much you enjoy being manhandled in bed. He reaches behind you, a hand coming up to your back to keep you steady as he grabs the soap. His skin touching yours makes you dizzy, he’s large and wet and naked and you want to drop to your knees for him right now.

“Stop having perverted thoughts, I’m not doing anything to you until you heal,” he speaks into your ear.

You complain, “But it’s my ankle and it’s nothing serious.”

“Needy little thing,” he smirks at you.

Rolling your eyes and huffing out a sigh, you try your very best to not think about the heavy weight of his cock in your mouth but it’s a paradox and now all you’re thinking about is sucking his dick, like you had said you would. Though, he still hasn’t changed your sheets like he was meant to.

“Still present, sweet girl?” He asks you.

You’re brought back from your thoughts, and you smile at him, “I’m here, sorry.”

He checks with you, “I’m gonna wash you, okay?”

“Okay,” you confirm.

He lathers your body with the soap, it’s intimate how attentive he’s being. Making sure to clean your body properly, it’s honestly not necessary but it makes your heart feel full. Knowing that he would take care of you with no complaints, or at least minimal complaints, it’s comforting to know. It’s also confronting.

You rinse yourself under the water, once all the soap suds are off your body, you lean into him. Leaning up you kiss his lips; his hands hold your hips as he kisses you back. He only indulges you temporarily, pulling away after a bit. He’s trying his best to restrain himself, but you can feel his semi hard cock resting against the skin of your stomach.

He grabs either side of your face and looks into your eyes, “Take it easy.”

You lightly scowl at him, unhappy with the idea but knowing he’s right, for now anyways. The sprain is fresh and with the prolonged time on your feet you’re really starting to feel it. He turns the water off and guides you out of the shower, covering you in a towel before wrapping one low around his hips.

The view of water droplets running down his abs, down his pelvis and below the towel has your mouth watering. The Gods are unkind because you have never wanted to give head to a man more than you do right now.

He pulls you closer and uses your towel to dry you off, “You got clothes?”

“Yeah, I can go get them–”

He doesn’t speak but his expression cuts you off. Walking away, he comes back with some pyjamas for you. He helps dress you and then guides you back to the bed, you flatten yourself against it and Bi-Han places pillows under your foot for elevation again.

His form wanders around the room and you would love nothing more than to watch him, but you feel way too comfortable to move right now and you don’t want to jostle your ankle. You’ve put yourself through enough pain for now.

The shower has made you warm and docile and even though you’ve spent most of the day in this bed, it’s never felt more comfortable than it does right now.

When Bi-Han is dressed, he crawls into bed beside you and lays flat on his back too.

“Why are you being so resistant to my help?” He asks, clearly fed up with you and your stubbornness. Which is rich considering you think he’d be about as difficult as you’re being, if not more so.

You answer him honestly though, “I’m not used to being cared for and I don’t want to burden anyone.”

“You are not a burden to me,” his tone is firm, serious, he wants you to understand at least this much. “I care for you, deeply. Let me.”

You can’t look at him right now, whatever expression he’s making would make you cry. Opening up to people is hard. At least it usually is, it’s scary how easy he makes it for you. How easy it is for you to give him your heart, there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for him and it’s frightening.

There are a million things you want to say, or a billion things you could say but you ultimately settle on, “Okay.”

He holds himself up on his forearm so he can look over you, his hand on the side of your face. He’s searching for something in your expression, but you don’t really know what it is. His own gaze is open and soft for you, and you think this is his way of being vulnerable.

You realise he’s been vulnerable with you every step of the way, not being quiet about how much he wants you, how much he likes and cares for you. You think to Bi-Han, that is one of the most scariest things he can admit to. For you, it’s being cared for and for Bi-Han, it’s caring for another. What a pair you two make.

“Bi-Han,” you want to say more, something profound but all you manage is, “Thank you.”

He smiles so softly at you, filled with so much affection, “You’re welcome.” He replies before dipping to take your lips in his, the kiss is caring, unhurried, kissing you only to kiss you, not to take your breath away.

The night you both share is quiet, mostly filled with soft kisses and warm words whispered to each other. The only intention is to be together, nothing more. It’s frightening but only because the longer you talk with him, the more it daunts on you, with how much you have gained, there is so much more you could lose.

⋆⁺₊❅.

It been a bit over a week and your ankle has sufficiently healed – to you it has anyways, Bi-Han says it needs longer before you can train. And you agree with him on that much, it’s not ready for training, it’s still too tender for that but you can walk around freely now and that was what was most important to you.

Bi-Han spent almost the whole week with you, he did have to leave a couple days ago due to Grandmaster duties but he was attentive and borderline doting for the whole week. It was foreign and challenging, to have someone ask if you were okay regularly or remind you to wrap your ankle.

He also made sure you did stretches to help with the healing, it was all very kind of him and you are thankful. But to you, it was frustrating, normally you just brute force through pain until it either goes away or kills you. Which you keep doing because, well, you aren’t dead yet.

For the whole week he spent with you, he didn’t try anything sexual… the whole week. It didn’t matter if you wanted it or not, he refused to do anything that would move your ankle too much. You told him he was being ridiculous but he didn’t want to risk making it worse, you also suspect that if you had hurt yourself, he would’ve endlessly blamed himself. You wonder what would happen if you were seriously injured, how he would cope with it, if he would ever touch you again.

It’s sweet that he cares but it’s also stressing you out because he’s been looking at you like you’ll break. Like you’re a piece of paper and the world is a shredder, with your injury, you think he’s forgotten you are a trained fighter and a damn good one. You’ve been letting him care for you like he asked, which has been new and uncomfortable at times, but it’s literally just a sprained ankle and he’s treating it like you got shot or something.

Anyways, you’re going to show him you’re fine. Currently, it is later in the evening and you are very impatiently waiting for him, he is due back any second. He hasn’t done much more than kiss you in the last week and you know his resolve is weak. Your plan is mostly self-indulgent, you’ll have an actual talk with him about how he’s been treating you like a piece of glass but for now, the course of action you’ve decided on is getting on your knees for him.

When he’s back and sees you, he makes a beeline towards you, “Waiting for me, this late?”

“Yes.”

He smiles at you, “I missed you.”

“Good.” You tell him, grabbing his hand and walking away with him.

“Slow down,” he protests, worried about your ankle, you ignore his concern and continue tugging him forward.

He stops suddenly and it causes you to stop too, showing just how little control you actually had over pulling him.

You groan at him, “Why’d you stop?”

“What are you planning?” He’s unmoving, wanting an answer for your rush.

Looking up to him, you gaze into his eyes, his expression is questioning. The perpetual crease between his brows present as he looks back at you. He looks good right now but he always looks good, it’s not fair. His unanswered question has a single brow raising at you, prompting you to speak.

“I want to suck you off,” you state simply.

His face lights up in shock and delight, suddenly you’re upside down. He’s thrown you over his shoulder and hastily walked off to his room with you. He whispers curses about how you’re trying to kill him on the way there, grumbling mostly to himself.

Back in his room, he very gently places you on the floor, “Are you sure,” he double checks with you, still worried about your ankle – which is fine.

Your response is an eye roll before walking up to him, reaching up and grabbing his face, you pull him down to you, his face right in front of yours. The action has him grabbing onto your hips.

“Unless you stop me, I’m dropping to my knees right now.” You whisper against his lips; you’ve been forced to be bold and straightforward.

He groans at you and takes your mouth in a kiss; you sigh against him. He’s kissing you fervently, in a way he hasn’t kissed you for a while. It makes you unbelievably happy. His tongue slides into your mouth and it makes you whimper. He’s holding you firmly to him, lips greedy and hands exploratory.

His hands grab at your ass before moving up your whole body, one of them lands on your neck, holding you. He moves your head to the side and his tongue continues to lick into your mouth. The kiss is overwhelming, especially since the last time you were kissed with so much ferocity was over a week ago, you’re needy and desperate for him.

The moans that slip from you can’t be stopped, not when he’s taking over all your senses. All you can see, hear, feel, smell, is him. You aren’t capable of pulling back from him, too involved in the feeling of his lips on yours. He’s the one who pulls away from you.

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper against him, and not just from the past few days but you’ve missed him while he was beside you. Missed his overwhelming presence, everything he does takes your breath away. He takes up so much space in your life but he made himself small in fear of hurting you and that devastated you.

“I missed you too,” he replies.

You look at him with an intensity you hope reaches him, “No. I’ve missed you.”

He looks struck by you, by your words. You don’t wait for his reply, dropping to your knees in front of him instead. Whatever needs to be said can be spoken about properly later. Your plan was this and you are not getting side tracked, not when he’s finally letting you do this for him.

“Sweet girl–” You look up to him, on your knees and waiting. The sight makes him groan, “You’re always playing dirty.”

You hum as you reach up to his pants, palming at his erection, it makes him growl out your name. He seems to be sensitive; you wonder how much he deprived himself. He shrugs off the outer layer of his shirt, giving you unobstructed access to his pants.

When you plant a kiss on the head of his cock over his pants it makes him twitch in response, you don’t tease too long because at the moment, teasing him is just teasing yourself. You pull his pants down enough to free his dick from them, he groans at the feeling.

Grabbing the base of him, you kiss the tip of his bare cock, obviously not completely done with teasing him. Your tongue licks along the whole underside of him and Bi-Han almost keels over at the unexpected feeling.

“Ffffuck,” he sighs out above you.

Opening your mouth on him, you suck his tip in, your tongue flicks at the slit of his head and he shudders in response. You hum around him and he grunts at the feeling.

His hand reaches out to your face, gently cradling you, his thumb strokes high on your cheek bone, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You start moving your head up and down his shaft, sucking him in, you’re practically drooling on his fat cock. He stretches your lips with the width of him and you can barely take half of him down. One of your hands compensates for what you can’t take, gripping the base of him and twisting lightly, while the other rests on his thigh, holding him for purchase.

“Doing such a good job, sweetie,” he praises you and it makes your cunt jump.

He’s groaning above you and the sounds he releases are making you needy, arousal spiking. You try to take more of him but it has you choking on him, tears spring to your eyes, your throat spasms around him and Bi-Han moans. Your thighs clench at the sound of him, a small moan of your own falls from you.

Tears are slipping from your eyes at the sheer size and weight of him on your tongue, spit drooling down his length and the corners of your mouth.

“Ffffuck, look at me, sweet girl –ngh– wanna see your pretty wet eyes,” his words are on the verge of slurring, lost in the feeling of your mouth suctioned around him.

You hum around him and look him in the eyes, he’s fucked at the sight. Devastated by how you look with his big cock in your mouth. The longer you suck up and down his dick, the closer he is to cumming. When you pull back your tongue licks at the tip of him and he whimpers, eyes fighting against the pleasure, wanting to watch you for as long as possible.

He temporarily loses the battle and his eyes slip shut as he grunts at the feeling of your warm mouth and tongue, you’re loving how his face is pulled into a pleased expression. His hips mindlessly pull back and forth lightly, you let him use your mouth. His hand rests on your head lightly for leverage.

Your cunt is throbbing with need, your thighs are clenching together for some kind of friction. As he carefully fucks into your mouth, you can’t take it any longer and one of your hands reach into your pants, rubbing into your clit. The stimulation makes you moan around him and Bi-Han’s eyes flick back open to look at you.

His gaze is low and lidded as he says, “Sucking me –hah– off getting you all worked up, sweetie?” He moans low in his throat, still moving his cock in and out of your mouth.

You nod against him as best as you can, your hand not stopping, shamelessly horny for him at this point. Your head is meeting his thrusts and he groans at the feeling, mumbling filthy praise to you. He’s getting close based on the way he’s twitching in your mouth, you take more of him down, swallowing around him, a large moan comes from him at the unexpected movement.

He pulls from your mouth completely all at once and it makes you whine, not understanding what you did wrong. Your own hand withdrawals from your panties, waiting for him to talk to you.

His eyes are closed and his eyebrows are drawn up in concentration, “Fuck, I almost came.”

“I know, I wanted you to,” you tell him, still confused.

“Sweet girl, I’ve not been inside your pretty little cunt in over a week.” His gaze is dark, “I’m cumming inside you.”

Based on the look on his face alone, he’s trying to kill you, “I wanted you to cum in my mouth…” you pout slightly.

He tuts at you, “Sweet talker.” His hands reach for you and pull you up, he undresses you. Almost tearing your clothes in his haste to see you naked. His hands grope at your breasts, tugging at your nipples, “Mm gonna fuck your tits one day.” His words are blunt.

“Okay,” you answer simply, because yeah, he will.

His smile is evil and pleased, “Never change, my sweet girl.” He leans down and kisses you, full and heady.

He picks you up effortlessly and carries you to the bed, still gentle with you as he drops you onto it. He doesn’t follow immediately, staying standing to undress himself completely. He’s always so pretty, and as you watch him undress you feel completely captivated by him.

“Bi-Han, you are beautiful,” you tell him.

He’s stunned by your choice of words; he enjoys your compliments even though he finds the ones you give him odd in phrasing. He recovers quickly, retorting with, “Mmm and I’m gonna look even more beautiful stuffing you full of my cock.”

Crawling onto the bed, he pushes you onto your back and spreads your legs. Always shameless in how he stares at you with greedy eyes. He rubs the head of cock through your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing you. As he kneels between your legs, he pushes your legs open as wide as they’ll go, bending them.

His hands hold under your knees, keeping you wide open for him. One of his hands leaves your knee to direct the tip of his dick to your pussy hole, slowly pushing into you, the stretch stinging the tiniest amount.

“Gods, always so tight, no matter how much I fuck you open,” he groans as he slips his cockhead inside you. His smile turns evil as he’s struck with an idea, “You’re gonna cum on every inch on me since you’ve been so needy.”

You shake your head at him, “It’ll be too much.”

He dismisses you, not even looking you in the eyes, all his attention on how his tip sits inside you, “You’ll be fine, want as much of your cum coating my cock as possible.” You whine at his words, cunt jumping and Bi-Han feels it, his smile growing at your reaction.

The hand that guided his cock head into you moves to your clit, rubbing circles into it, tight and controlled. The stimulation makes you clench down on the tip of his dick, whimpering at the feeling. He continues playing with your clit, you realise that he probably is going to keep his promise and you will be crying and shaking by the time he’s done with you.

Embarrassingly, with how worked up you are and how full just the tip of his dick fills you, you cum quickly. Your pussy flutters around him and he groans at the feeling.

“Poor girl, I’ve so been cruel and neglectful, got you fucken needy enough you came at the smallest touch,” he’s trying to take pity on you but he’s delighted by how quick you came. The joy in his eyes cancelling out any sympathy his tone may have held.

“You’re gonna kill –ngh– me,” you pant out at him.

He chuckles at you, “Never, I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetie.”

The thumb on your clit picks back up as he slips another inch inside you, he repeats the process, playing with you until you cum on him. He adds another inch and continues, and with how the overstimulation gets worse after every orgasm, you cum faster each time.

At some point you’re able to cum just from him slapping your clit a few times, pussy jumping in shock and pleasure at each tap, eventually toppling you over the edge. What were moans, turn into wines and whimpers, tears fall from your eyes. Overstimulated to high hell and he’s not even completely inside you yet, almost, but not quite.

“You look so –mmph– cute when you cry, all fucked out and cock drunk, such a pretty girl,” he compliments you but you’re not convinced of your presence in the room anymore.

When you try to reply, it’s mostly a mumbled mess of words, mostly consisting of his name and when you look at him, his eyes are bright and beyond pleased with the state he’s reduced you to.

Because of how fucked you are, you don’t take any notice of how fucked Bi-Han is, you may be cock drunk but he’s pussy drunk. Having stopped temporarily because his orgasm is crawling up his spine, his control only able to hold on for so long before it snaps. He really wants to keep his promise and there’s only an inch of him left, it’d be a damn shame to give up so close to the finish line.

He takes a few breaths to stave off his orgasm before slipping the final inch inside you, your cunt throbs around him. A guttural groan is pulled from him, he pushes through and rubs your overstimulated clit again, his thumb slipping over your skin from how wet and messy he’s made your pussy.

You moan and whimper at the sensations, not able to do much but take what he gives you. Your cheeks are tear-stained and your vision is blurred, glazed over. Bi-Han is having a hard time, both your messy cunt and tear-stained face too much for him, both views that please him deeply and put him right on the edge.

His thumb speeds up and you cum very suddenly, a sharp whimper ripping from your lungs as your cunt creams all over him again, for the umpteenth time.

He moans at the feeling and the sight, his eyebrows pinched in pleasure, “Fuuuuuuck,” is all he manages. He slips his cock out of you until only the head remains, so he can look at the way your cum coats him. The sight of it making his dick jerk.

His eyes close, controlling his breathing for a moment. Your own breath is shuddering, you need a moment as well. Completely stupefied by how many orgasms he’s given you.

“Mmm I’m not done yet, sweet girl,” he warns.

You prattle out slurred words to him, “It’s –hah– so much –mmph– Grandmaster.”

“You can take it,” he hums at you before slamming back into you completely.

Being full again makes you borderline scream, last minute biting your lip to supress it. It doesn’t stop it but it turns into a loud strangled moan instead. Bi-Han laughs at your struggle, ecstatic at how he’s got you screaming on his dick.

He’s not slow about this part, to close to his own end and not actually wanting to kill you. He’s fucking into you quickly, still kneeling and pushing your legs back, using them as leverage. He keeps his fingers off your clit for now, which you are grateful for but each time he thrusts into you, his pelvis grinds into you and it has your pussy clenching at the stimulation.

Grunts and groans fall from his lips, they border on growls. Even with your poor vision you can see the wild look in his eyes. His control has snapped and he fucks into you like it’ll be the last thing he’ll ever do. Burying his cock so deep inside you it can be felt hitting your cervix. Lewd sounds of wet slapping fill the room, the squelch of your cunt obscene.

He’s getting closer to his end, that much you’re certain of, his cock twitching inside you. He grinds into you, his pelvis grinding into your clit. The abrupt stimulation shocking you and pushing you completely over the edge. Your cunt grips his cock hard, as you spasm around it, your release gushing around him.

He moans loudly as he cums, letting go, finally satisfied enough with how much he’s made you orgasm to allow himself the same pleasure. He grunts out your name along with various compliments, at least you think they’re compliments.

“Ffffuck, got the messiest cunt –mmph– so pretty when you cry, God– love how you look full of my –ngh– cum,” his words are filled with moans and are slurred as he babbles on about how perfect your pussy is.

He stays pressed to you for moment, letting you both ride out the high together. The amount he’s cum inside you is obscene, leaking out around him. He slips his cock out of you, sad to leave but always happy to see the sight of your cunt filled, obsessed with the way his spend dribbles out of you. You don’t even have the energy to fight off his hungry eyes, actively fighting passing out instead.

When he’s had an eyeful he pulls back, hopping off the bed and tugging on his pants before walking into the bathroom. When he comes back he sits you up and hands you water. Which you try to refuse.

He grumbles disapprovingly at you, “Drink it, I’ve just fucked you within an inch of your life.”

You feel boneless but you reach up and take the glass, you take a sip and pull away but he grunts at you in a reprimanding manner. So, you drink it all down while he watches. Once you’ve finished with it, he returns it to where he got it from, when he comes back, he sits beside your still sitting form.

“Are you okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

You’re blank for a moment before responding, “Mhm mm good,” you smile lazily at him.

It makes him chuckle, “Got you fucked dumb, sweetie.” His hand reaches up and rubs your cheeks, wiping away some of the tears there, “You really are pretty when you cry.”

“You’re pretty when you cum,” you retort.

He smiles at you, “Flatterer.” It’s quiet for a moment before he asks, “Hungry?”

You nod at him.

⋆⁺₊❅.

Bi-Han gave you a bit to recover before the pair of you wandered through the grounds to get to the kitchen attached to the main dining hall. You were still a little wobbly as you walked here but Bi-Han supported you, that and your curiosity was piqued enough to soldier through it.

When he’d asked if you were hungry, you half expected him to pull out an energy bar or something, so when he asked you to gather yourself before changing you were confused and very intrigued.

“What are we doing here?” You enquire.

He looks back to you, “I’m gonna make you something to eat.”

You’re a bit shocked at that, cooking isn’t something you considered him able to do. Though, it’d be equally surprising if he wasn’t capable of making anything at all.

You smile at him, “Can I help?”

“I’m sure you could,” his hand holds onto the side of your face, “But I’m not gonna let you.” He finishes, pecking you on the lips before turning around and looking through the cupboards of the kitchen. Pulling out everything he needs.

Pouting lightly, you complain, “Rude,” though you might not be the most help currently. Still a little spacey from the high of all your orgasms.

He chuckles at you but says nothing more, continuing to grab stuff. From what he’s pulled out, it doesn’t seem like it’ll be anything extravagant but he could boil you an egg and you’d be over the moon.

As you watch him light the stove, you wonder aloud, “Can I count this as a date?”

“No, I have something else planned for our date.” He replies, frowning, obviously having higher standards than this.

“I think I’m gonna count it,” you move closer to him and lean against the bench top.

He only grunts at you in acknowledgement, saying nothing further. Instead focusing on what he’s doing.

You wait patiently for him, watching him cook, he seems to be making some kind of noodle dish. Something simple, it smells good and it reminds you of being sick and making chicken noodle soup for yourself. Memories of cold winters and runny noses, being alone with only your plants to entertain you. Cooking and talking mindlessly to them, trying your best to find joy in the solitude.

“It smells good,” you hum to him.

He pats your head lightly, “It’s almost ready.”

It doesn’t take much longer; he dishes it up not long after his last statement. You both stay in the kitchen; you sit up on the bench and Bi-Han stands in front of you. Both holding your bowls, they’re warm and it feels nice to hold, warming your cold hands.

It’s good, not the same as what you used to make but you think you like this more. It warms your body better than yours ever did and you find yourself wishing for Bi-Han to have been present in your past.

You tell him as much, “It’s really good, thank you, Bi-Han.”

“I used to make this for my mother, when she was sick,” he reveals.

He’s shared something with you again, something private, something you didn’t ask for and it makes you happy, “I bet she loved it.”

“She did.” He doesn’t look sad right now, he looks content.

You decide to share a piece of yourself with him in return, “I used to make something like this for myself, when I was sick but it never tasted this good.” It’s not as special of a memory, but it’s a memory, nonetheless.

He frowns, “No one made it for you?”

“I didn’t have anyone,” you answer, continuing to eat rather than look him in the eyes.

He places a hand on your thigh, “You have me now.”

“And you have me,” you smile at him, placing your hand over his.

Dinner is good and you both don’t talk much, when you do speak it’s to sing him praise over the food. Enjoying it a lot, you think he blushes lightly at your unending compliments. He brushes you off, saying it’s a simple dish and you’re being silly but you only laugh and insist. You insist because it is that good to you, it makes you warm and you feel content after eating it.

When you’ve both finished he washes up all the dishes he used, cleaning up after himself, you help him. He tries to protest but you ignore him and continue helping, you can do this much. He cooked after all.

Once you both finished tidying up, you say to him, “Thank you, it was very nice.”

“You are more than welcome,” He pecks your cheek.

The pair of you are standing in the kitchen still, and in this empty moment you decide to bring up what should have been spoken about a week ago. “Bi-Han, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the last week.”

His eyes flick to yours, not saying anything but showing you have his attention.

You sigh, “I feel like you had been treating me like I’ll break, like I’m frail, but I am strong and capable. I messed up a little during training and sprained myself, it happens. It didn’t mean I was dying.”

“I didn’t think you were dying,” he objects.

“You were acting like I might.”

He groans, hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “I was worried about you.”

“And I understand that, but you barely touched me, and I don’t mean just sex. You take up so much space in my mind, in my heart, and you withdrew from me even though you were right beside me.” You pause, trying to find the right words, “You… you looked at me with so much fear… afraid of hurting me but that hurt more than any injury.”

He considers you for a moment, unsure of what to say, “I didn’t mean to but you looked so… delicate, it was a lot… seeing you like that… and it was an accident but what about the future?”

You counter, “And you? You put yourself in harm’s way more frequently but I trust you to take care of yourself,” you ask him, “What if I were to fall apart every time you went away?”

“You aren’t even done with your training yet, it’s not the same.” He argues.

“Maybe not but you didn’t know me before all this, I’ve been through worse, I’ve been through more and I am still here. I am not delicate and I will not break if you touch me wrong.” Your voice is firm, trying to convey to him that you are more than one injury, you are so much more.

“I am sorry,” He’s being genuine, he feels bad for how he’s made you feel because he knows you are capable, but anxieties are not rational. “But if something worse were to happen to you–”

“–The future is uncertain and nothing is promised. My worries are the same as yours. I worry about how I’ve gained so much and it is scary to think about losing it but I am not going to live less because of it.” You cradle the side of his face gently, “Bi-Han, if anything, you give me a reason to live more.”

His eyes are soft as he looks into yours, filled with so many emotions. He pulls you into a hug, it’s firm, he’s holding onto you tightly as he mumbles into the top of your head, “I am frightened…”

“Of what?” You pull back to look at him.

He lets you but leans down and kisses you, it’s tender in nature and when he pulls back the slightest bit, he whispers against your lips, “Of how quickly I am falling for you.”

⋆⁺₊❅. part 6

A/N: Thank you for reading !!! Illegal cliffhanger anyone???? Please forgive me <33 I hope you all enjoyed !! I am a little concerned as to how this will be received, as attention and love for this series grows I get more anxious about writing the next part. I want you all to keep enjoying it so I hope I have delivered :))) PSA !!! Don’t be silly like reader, take your sprains seriously and care for yourself appropriately <333 I have a unique insight into the sprained ankle, due to my poor coordination and bad luck, I sprained my ankle not once, not twice but three times, in the same spot on the same ankle last year and let me tell you. It’s a bitch to heal. Anywhos, as per usual, if you have any thoughts, feelings, questions, concerns or requests do not hesitate to reach out !!! I love you all, have a good morning/day/evening <333

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Don’t imagine MK1 men edition;

This came to me as I was listen to asmr last night. Honestly have no clue what this is. 🦦

Don’t imagine Tomas asking you out of the blue about how he smells, having just finished using a new shower jell that had you recently bought, and once you were within range Tomas then pecks your forehead with his soft lips before pulling away with flustered cheeks and a dopey smile as he sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

‘I couldn’t resist.’ He claims. ‘I saw others doing something similar with their spouses, and so I guess I wanted to do it too. Pretty silly huh?’

Don’t imagine Raiden listening intently as you spoke, giving you every ounce of his attention towards the topic of discussion, smiling softly as his unwavering gaze never once faltered from your face; whereas yours would find a hard time staying glued to his beautiful dark ones because of how deeply he looked at you, making you feel not only heard but seen too.

Even as you apologised for talking his ear off, Raiden would counter that your voice was something he could never grow tired of, for it was his favourite sound.

It was such a simple thing but it was enough for you to feel yourself becoming fidgety under his gaze. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Raiden did this because it would always feel like the first time, every time.

Don’t imagine Liu Kang trying to make up for lost time by spending whatever small amount of time he had with you to the fullest before duty inevitably calls for his attention once more.

He’s fully aware that you don’t hold it against him and that you knew what you were getting into upon agreeing to being with him, but he couldn’t help but feel as though he was in some way selfish with you, to which you were quick in disagreeing with by saying he was more selfless then selfish.

However that didn’t stop Liu Kang from helping you with your daily tasks as a way of expressing his gratitude for you, whether that be going down to the market, making the bed, preparing breakfast or something to drink. Liu Kang will do it without a second thought because who knows when he’ll have to leave you again.

So he savours every moment while he can but it doesn’t make the pain of having to separate from you anywhere near bearable.

‘No matter how far apart we may be physically, that does not mean my heart isn’t any less always with you.’

Don’t imagine Kuai Liang holding you tightly to him during the cold nights, his above average body warmth acting as your only form of comfort to combat the cold drafts that would somehow make their way into your room.

He’d thoroughly enjoyed the view of you trying to get as close as possible to leech off of his warmth, he couldn’t get enough with just how perfect you slotted against him and would often times have to pull you back into his embrace when he felt you shift the slightest bit away from him.

Kuai Liang loves keeping you close to his person, it makes him feel as though he’s protecting you with everything that he has, he loves it even more when he gets the chance to wake up before you and chooses to admire your every feature with adoration and love, engraving every inch of your face to memory; even your every imperfection that you claim to posses was engraved into his mind as to Kuai Liang, to love was to love imperfectly.

Not all love was perfect but yours certainly the most perfectly imperfect love there was.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han allowing you to take care of his injuries when he gets back from missions.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han‘s muscles tense up initially upon feeling your hands upon his injured bicep, soft hands working away at the wound in a way that wouldn’t cause him any more pain then he was already in.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han as his his sharp, observant eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, it’s not like he didn’t trust you, he was just trained to be vigilant whenever he put his care within the hands of others. He would even do it with the medics now and then but quickly came to accept that they knew what they were doing.

Don’t imagine Bi-Han slowly coming to terms with just how touch starved he was when he found himself at the mercy of your tender, caring touch, practically giving over all power to you in that situation to do whatever you saw fit. You could’ve hurt him even further for all he knew but instead you treated each of his wounds with a kind of gentleness he had never seen nor received before.

Whatever you do don’t imagine Bi-Han inspecting your work after you were done, giving a satisfied grunt, before he did an uncharacteristic thing by grabbing your hands within his own and kissing the back of them in gratitude.

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evilbihan · 6 months ago

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MK1's Lin Kuei

Can we take a second to talk about how bad the Lin Kuei are at what they're doing in MK1? They're supposed to be this ancient clan of elite warriors with years worth of combat experience and knowledge and skills beyond anyone's comprehension... but they're actually so comedically terrible at their job.

I won't include the teahouse fight in this since it doesn't count because they had to hold back against Kung Lao and Raiden but everything happening from there just contradicts all that the story wants us to believe about the Lin Kuei.

Cage mansion fight

Both Sub-Zero and Scorpion get absolutely destroyed by Johnny (who doesn't even seem to have any special powers in the new era, unlike the old timeline's Johnny). Of course, one might argue that they had to still hold back here since Johnny wasn't an enemy, they were just trying to recruit him and Liu Kang was there too, but it only gets worse from here.

2. The Ying fortress

This is one of the most hilarious scenes in the story mode. "No, you two can't come with us although you effortlessly defeated the three of us before because it takes YEARS to master the art of stealth."

What stealth????

Fast forward to the Lin Kuei trying to get inside the Ying fortress. Surprisingly, they can't make it three steps until they're discovered by Nitara and one of them almost dies because he had to show off instead of climbing the wall efficiently and, most importantly, without raising unnecessary attention.

How did Smoke not consider that a guy floating in mid-air would be spotted from a mile away? You can almost pinpoint the moment his brothers realized it was a mistake to bring him with them.

Not that they're doing much better though. On their way in, the three trigger pretty much every single defense the fortress has to offer. Nitara, Ermac... the guards that show up later on.

In fact, this whole thing couldn't have gone any worse if they had brought a marching band along with them.

Next, we get to see Bi-Han and Kuai Liang sneaking up on Shang Tsung so close behind him I'm pretty sure their footsteps would have given them away. They're completely out in the open, Kuai Liang is not even watching his back. It's surprising they made it this far.

3. Capturing Shang Tsung

As we learn, their plan to capture Shang Tsung is, in fact, nonexistent.

I don't know where their experience and years worth of training suddenly went in that moment, but this scene of them just... jumping out of their hiding spot and running at their enemies full speed with no real strategy behind it was so ridiculous and disappointing to me. It just feels rushed and unprofessional and of course, this not at all thought through maneuver triggers the guards to show up and intervene.

It's such an amateur mistake it makes you wonder why Liu Kang trusted them with this task in the first place.

Somehow, the brothers then get overwhelmed and end up captured themselves. The story really wants us to believe the two of them combined couldn't take on a few guards, but later on Scorpion is able to defeat them alone using the power of plot armor.

While Bi-Han had at least some significant wins against Nitara, Ermac, Quan Chi and Shang Tsung, the story of course forced him to lose in the end, Kuai Liang's losing streak for some reason magically ended the second he left the Lin Kuei and Smoke??? He got to beat up an old lady in a staged fight.

It's sad to see how little the writers care about the Lin Kuei, even with the franchise's most iconic characters both being Lin Kuei in the new era. I will never not be upset about the potential that went to waste here. Smoke didn't even get to be in a single fight, we saw nothing of Bi-Han's strategical genius and cunning and the rest of the Lin Kuei only showed up for the staged teahouse fight. They all deserved so much better.

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tiredfox64 · 10 months ago

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Can you write about the reader being close friends with Smoke for a long time and both secretly have feelings for each other but could admit it to each other out of fear until one day the reader came back from a mission injured and Smoke freaks out, confesses his love for the reader?

Don’t Go, Please

Prior notes: Oh Tomas, how you make my heart ache. You know what else makes my heart ache, this damn speech!

Pairing: Tomas x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: This is possibly angst with a happy ending

Born as a hunter, raised to be a Lin Kuei assassin, built the Shirai Ryu with Kuai Liang, yet can’t confess his feelings.

You’re no better.

It’s so painful obvious to everyone that you and Tomas like each other. You two spend so much time together whether that be training, eating, or just hanging out.

To Tomas, he saw you as a great fighter and a good person overall. He never felt scared to talk to you about anything even if it involved his past. He even cried in front of you once when he talked to you about Bi-Han betrayal. He was scared at first since he thought you would find him weak for crying. But he was pleasantly surprised when you held him tight to you and soothed him. Thank goodness you two were alone in your room. Ever since then that’s when he knew he truly was in love with you. He just never said it out loud.

And for you, you knew you liked him the moment he spoke. At first he seemed so scary to you with his big muscles, that mask, and those piercing eyes. But when you heard his voice your heart melted and you realized there’s nothing to be afraid of. On the outside he may look intimidating but you realize how sweet and considerate he is. Your conversations would last for hours. You would be so lost in them you wouldn’t realize that you stopped training.

He’s a good man, a good man!

But confessing your love seems like a hard task. The risk is too high. You’re afraid of getting hurt. You can heal from physical wounds but emotional wounds can take a long time. You can’t afford to have a weakened emotional state and neither can Tomas. So you both force yourself to be happy with what you guys have. A close bond, a friendship.

Now get yourself ready, you have a new mission to get accomplish. Put your best gear on and be prepared. Slow down for a sec, Tomas would like to say something to you.

“You better be careful out there.” He warned.

“You’ve been saying that for so long yet I always come back.” You replied with a big smile.

“I mean without a kunai stuck in your leg or a big rash on your arm from poison ivy.”

“That was one time!”

“Yes, but it happened a month ago.” We all make mistakes.

“Ah whatever. Look, I have to get going. I promise I will return in one piece.”

Before you walked away you felt Tomas grab your hand. You looked back at him with a look of surprise. Even he seemed surprised he did that. There was just one more thing to say to you.

“Promise me that you will come back to me.” Tomas said softly.

“I will, Tomas.”

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Even the best make mistakes.

You and some of the other Shirai Ryu members were ambushed by Lin Kuei assassins. It was double the size of your group. Yet you fought victoriously.

You did your best to protect yourself and the others. At some point, however, you stopped protecting yourself. You protected everyone and made the remaining Lin Kuei assassins flee. But at what cost.

You were down for the count too early in this mission. Pushing forward would only result in further injuries. Your group helped you up and brought you back to the Shirai Ryu temple.

Tomas was the first to see your group return and his heart dropped. Seeing your limp body being carried back was already a bad sign to him. Paying little mind to what he was doing before he ran up to take you into his arms. What a horrific sight it was.

There were so many slashes on your arms and legs. It ripped your sleeves and pants to shreds and soaked them in your blood. He could already see bruises forming on your body which gave him the idea of how hard you were beat. There was already one coming in on your cheek. A cheek he always dreamed of kissing being stained with a nasty red surrounded by purple. It angered him to see someone else he loved get hurt but what could he do now. All he can do is bring you to the infirmary and hope they can patch you up.

Everyone was hustling to get you fixed up and see what they could do for you. Tomas placed you on a bed and let the others take care of you. Yet he couldn’t leave no rip his eyes away from your body. He couldn’t even tell if you were breathing there was little motion in your chest. Kuai Liang had to drag him away as he couldn’t stand to see his brother sad.

The next few hours were rough.

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When Tomas was finally let back in he was somewhat relieved. You looked much better than when he last saw you. There were bandages wrapped around your arms and legs. Seems like no bones were broken which is great. He still can’t get over how they hurt you. He can get over the bruise on your face but when it came to the reason it was even there he can’t.

He pulled up a chair and placed it next to the bed so he could be close. His hand went up to remove any loose hair that was around your face. He knows that can be annoying to you.

Tomas sighed before taking your hand and just holding it. His thumb rubbed over your palm like he was trying to comfort you.

“I understand why you did what you did. You were protecting others as you always did. It’s who you are. Do you even realize how much you’ve scared me? If I lost you too, I don’t know what I’d do.”

He lifts your hand to press it against the side of his face. The thought of you actually holding his face and looking at him with love always brought warmth to his heart. He felt as is started to race as his emotions screamed to be let out. And then a tear dripped onto your hand.

“Do you even realize how much I love you? How I want to hold you and never let you get hurt again. It’s too painful to think about and even worse to witness.”

Tomas started to cry a little harder. The thought was too painful and brought back memories of the past. He can’t lose you. Never.

“I never met someone who I loved this much. I don’t want to find someone else to love, I just want you. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long and I don’t know if I’ll ever be strong enough to tell you. I don’t want us to get hurt over this.” He said before he felt something.

Your thumb rubbed his face gently. Your thumb moved slightly so it could wipe away his tears. Yup, you were awake. And you’ve been awake since he first entered. You were still a bit woozy from the incident you didn’t want to open your eyes. When Tomas touched your hand you immediately knew it was him.

When he started to confess you wondered if this was all a drug-induced dream. That maybe the medics gave you something to help with the pain and it made you imagine things. That’s not how it works over here and his touch felt too real. Your heart flutter when you heard him say the words ‘I love you’. It’s like you always imagined. You felt it was right to now do something since he started to cry hard. Your beautiful eyes were open and looking at him.

“It’s okay, Tomas. I’m fine. I told you I would come back. I always do.” You responded weakly.

“You’re awake! Ah, but how long were you awake and how much did you hear?” He questioned.

“All of it. I thought it was best to stop you now to show that it’s okay. No need to cause anymore pain. And yes, I heard all of it.”

Tomas didn’t know how to feel. It felt good to get that off his chest but he was scared of your reaction. You seemed calm but that could be because you’re exhausted.

“The thing is…I love you too. I have for a long time now.” Your eyes shifted away awkwardly as if you were the one who confessed first.

This was fantastic news for Tomas. His pale skin showed a hint of pink in his cheeks. The person he loves the most loves him too. He was still a little embarrassed that he was caught confessing to you but it all worked out in the end. He went in to hug you lightly, not wanting to hurt your already injured body.

“You have no idea how happy you just made me.”

“I think I actually do. There was always a little sparkle in your eyes when you got happy.”

That only made his cheeks turn from a light pink to a pinkish red. Your hands went up to hold his face, not caring about if it hurt or not to move. You just wanted to look at him and of course kiss him. You brought him close and gave him a gentle kiss. If only you could have seen his eyes it was like fireworks went off in there. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. You pulled back to look at him again before saying something.

“You wouldn’t mind staying here with me, right?”

“Why would I ever mind being with you.” He said lovingly.

He did just that. Tomas stayed with you for hours where you two talked. It almost made you forget you were injured. He brought so much comfort to you. Things died down at some point and the exhaustion of the day’s events hit you both.

Eventually, Kuai Liang came around to try to find Tomas. He knew he was probably in the infirmary with you. When he looked inside he saw Tomas resting his head on the bed with your hand rested on top of it. It looked like you were petting him before you two knocked out. It was an adorable sight and Kuai Liang felt like there was no reason to disturb you two. He silently closed the door and walked off.

You know what they say, love always finds a way. It found its way towards you two, didn’t it.

After notes: So it’s Mavado and Phen-228 who are bringing in the karma for me. Weird combo but they both serve cunt (don’t ask me about Phen or else I’ll laugh). So yeah I wanted to push this out because I’m a people pleaser which means I’m still not done with a lot of my work. But now that I have this out I can focus a little better…hopefully. To the person who requested I hope you are satisfied and if not you can make me watch the boiled one phenomenon at night.

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guizika · 1 year ago

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Second Chance

Bi-Han x GN! Reader

Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, established relationship, pet names (Honey, Beloved), angst to fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You and your husband have been a bit distant recently, making you feel bad.

Word count - 579

Bi-Han and you have been married for some time, but you've missed his presence. Lately he's been coming home late and leaving early, so you rarely see him.

"Honey, we need to talk." You try to talk to Bi-Han, but he just looks at you and lets out a sigh, putting his hand to his temple and massaging it. "Look, I can't right now, we'll talk later." Sub-Zero says, glancing at you briefly before leaving.

You let out a tired sigh and feel your eyes start to water, exhausted from putting up with this every day, just wanting to spend time with your lover again.

After a few moments you go to the room you share with Bi-Han, picking up your belongings and putting them in a makeshift backpack. A few tears run down your face as some clothes are put in there, deciding to leave for a while.

Meanwhile, Bi-Han was on his way to a meeting about the clan, tired and frustrated at not being able to spend much time with you. He realizes that he has forgotten something very important, something that contained the subjects that were to be discussed, huffing and turning to go home.

When he got there, he was about to open the door, but it was opened by you. Bi-Han's eyes scanned your figure from top to bottom, noticing your reddened eyes and the backpack you were carrying. "What's that?" he asked harshly, without realizing it, your figure remained motionless, just staring at the man in front of you.

Without further ado, he entered, pulling you with him. "What were you thinking of doing?" He asks, leading you to the couch, where you sit down and remain silent for a while, just looking at your hands. "Come on, tell me."

After these words, tears began to run down your face, worrying Bi-Han. "I just wanted to talk to you, okay?" You fall silent momentarily and then continue. "Lately it seems like you don't have time for me, it seems like you don't love me anymore." When he hears these words, he is shocked into silence, just staring at you.

Bi-Han's expression shows guilt for having hurt you, the only person he really loves. Without another word, he sits down next to you on the couch, his arms around you in a hug. "I'm, um, sorry about that..." He whispers to you, not knowing how to express himself in the right way. "Beloved, I'll try to make it better, okay? You know I didn't want to-" Before he can continue, you put a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"I know, I trust you and that's why I'm going to give you one more chance." You say, your words containing total honesty. When he hears this, he smiles a little, determined not to screw up again.

Bonus

"Um, but what were you doing with that backpack?" Bi-Han asks, still puzzled as to why you were carrying it.

"Oh, I was going away, I was going to take a break from all this." You say, smiling embarrassedly as you look down at your hands. "But it won't be necessary anymore since you're going to get better."

Bi-Han's expression turns shocked. "You were leaving?" He asks, looking at you in disbelief. "What do you mean?" He asks, getting up from the couch, still in shock. "You know this is very dangerous because..." You let out a tired sigh, knowing you're going to have to listen to a lecture about how dangerous, irresponsible and blah-blah-blah it is.

And that was our first official fanfic!

Please don't translate my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

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bihansthot · 1 year ago

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Name: Mid-Autumn Festival 1,000 Follower Spectacular!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!Reader

Word Count: 4,000

Summary: You and your husband Bi-Han enjoy a nice family dinner at Madam Bo’s for the Mid-Autumn Festival and later enjoy some alone time with one another, experimenting in ways you never have.

Author’s notes: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival lovelies! Have I got a treat for you and it involves mooncakes but that’s not all! Y’all wanted Bi-Han getting a prostate massage and fuck if I didn’t deliver it! This is kind of a mash up of things I wanted to write, one being festival stuff, the other being a celebration of hitting over 1.000 followers here on tumblr! It’s so wild to me that a blog that just rambles about Bi-Han and writes about him has so much love but here we are! This story has some dirty talk and possessive Bi-Han in it but also has some soft moments, its a good mix of fun and filth and hopefully y’all enjoy it! If you do please don’t be shy with the likes, comments, reblogs, DMs etc. Let me know you liked it please! Enjoy lovelies!

You giggle and shove Bi-Han’s heavy body off of yours, “Polar Bear, stop, we’re in public,” your words are slightly slurred as you find yourself pleasantly buzzed. You look around the expansive tea house and despite the size everything seems warm and homey, you’re always happy when you’re out with Bi-Han at Madam Bo’s.

“Come on qīn, it’s the Mid Autumn Festival it is all about the love between Chang’e and Hou Yi, you shouldn’t be stingy with the affection,” Bi-Han laughed and you could tell by the blush high on his cheeks that the cryomancer was drunk, or at least tipsy, Bi-Han could hold his liquor quite well and you didn’t think you’ve ever actually seen him drunk.

“Brother, why don’t you have some more to eat, that’s what the Mid-Autumn Festival is really about, sharing food with your family,” Kuai Liang chimes in pushing a delectable-looking bowl of steamed crabs toward Bi-Han. “Father always used to talk about the importance of spending time together as a family.”

“Fuck Father, I’m glad he’s dead,” Bi-Han slurs before reaching for a steamed pork bun instead as he bit into the light, fluffy bun.

“Polar Bear, please not tonight, tonight is about family, don’t upset your brother’s please,” you urge, your face clouding with worry.

“Tch, sorry qīn, you’re right tonight it about celebrating family and being together,” he grumbles reluctantly and motions for you to pour him another cup of baijiu.

You’re hesitant to pour another cup for him, but you don’t want to deal with his complaining and posturing if you don’t so despite your better judgment you pour the liquor into his cup. You reach for some of Madam Bo’s delicious har gao and happily eat the plump, juicy shrimp dumpling leaving the crabs for your husband and brothers-in-law to share.

“It was a good idea coming down to Madam Bo’s for Mid-Autumn Festival this year, none of us have to clean up afterwards,” Tomas laughs and takes one of the crabs for himself. “I know I appreciate it! Do you know how much work it is cooking and cleaning up for the three of you?” You laugh and take a sip of oolong tea, trying to pace yourself on drinking, you’re well aware you can’t hold your liquor quite as well as Bi-Han can, well not baijiu at any rate.

“Who cleans up qin? Huh?” Bi-Han raises his eyebrow at you and you have the decency to look sheepish knowing full well the cryomancer always did the cleanup when you did the cooking.

“I, uh well,” you shove some roast duck in Bi-Han’s mouth to silence the cryomancer’s protests. “Tomas, how are things lately, I feel like I haven’t see you or Kuai Liang in ages,” you switch the topic.

“Things have been challenging but very rewarding, work with the Shirai Ryu are going well and we’ve even managed to find a promising new initiative, his name is Hanzo,” Tomas answers with ease in between sips of his own glass of baijiu.

You were so pleased the brothers had managed to work out their differences after Fire God Liu Kang and intervened and the two of you had talked some sense into Bi-Han. Kuai Liang and Tomas had still kept their Shirai Ryu to be the guardians and protectors of Earthrealm whereas Bi-Han kept his Lin Kuei and they were granted more of a prominent role in the tournament and guiding Earthrealm. It had been harder to convince Sektor that his army of drones were no longer necessary, but thankfully Bi-Han had seen sense and had commanded Sektor to stand down. There was still definitely tension between the brothers, but you were content that you were all in a good enough place that you all could come together to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival as a family. The festival was a foreign concept to you when you first arrived in Fengjian, but you had fallen in love with the holiday when Bi-Han told you the story of Chag’e and Hou Yi, their beautiful, tragic love story made you weep, but despite the sorrow you loved the idea of being able to celebrate their love. “Hanzo huh? Well that’s good, I’m glad to hear things are going well, but I will admit things are lonely without all of you.”

“Earthrealm needs the Shirai Ryu, its a sacrifice we all have to make,” Kuai Liang interjected before you could get too involved in clan politics.

“Yes, of course, I understand,” you reply, sneaking another dumpling and a sip of tea, the table was laden with so much food there was no way the four of you would be able to finish, you regret not inviting Sektor and Cyrax, but thought it was better they weren’t there as there was still bad blood between the two clans.

“Who’s ready for Moon Cakes?” Madam Bo suddenly interrupts, placing a heaping plate of assorted pastries on the table.

“Moon cakes!” You squeal with excitement and suddenly you somehow feel hungry again, you had never had the pastry before you started dating Bi-Han, but after trying them you were hooked on them, the custard-filled ones were your favorite. As if she were a psychic Madam Bo pops a mini custard-filled one in your mouth and you can’t help moaning with delight as the flaky pastry gives way to the luxurious custard inside.

“Madam Bo, you spoil us,” Tomas smiles at the elderly patroness as she smiles at your happy reaction to the confection.

“Nonsense Smoke, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival! Everyone gets moon cakes! I can’t have my customers unsatisfied on such an auspicious day,” Madam Bo chirps happily.

“Thank you Madam Bo,” you manage after finishing your miniature moon cake, a look of satisfaction plastered to your face.

“The one with the black dot is the sesame one Bi-Han,” Madam Bo laughs before slipping him the bill and heading off to tend to her other customers.

Bi-Han doesn’t hesitate grabbing one of the ones with the black dots, sesame moon cakes you know are his favorite and he acts like a little kid when he gets one, to the point that you’re surprised he doesn’t ask you the make the confection year round. He finishes off his moon cake before draining his umpteenth cup of baijiu, he counts out his bills carefully before adding some extra for Madam Bo, despite tipping not being customary in China, it was a holiday after all and Madam Bo deserved it for her warmth and hospitality. “Shall we?” he asks standing up and swaying on his feet slightly.

The four of you make your way back to the Lin Kuei Temple as you bid good night to your brothers-in-law and giggle drunkenly toddling after Bi-Han.

You flop on your shared bed as Bi-Han struggles with getting his belt off, he finally works his way through all the layers of his belt and lets it fall on the stone floor. You watch him wrestle with the rest of his complex uniform, in no state to be able to help him with the various layers and complex knots holding his layers off. After several long minutes, Bi-Han seems to finally work his way out of his excessively complicated robes as he flops on the bed next to you. “I’m proud of you Polar Bear, I know letting your brothers leave and create their own clan isn’t easy for you, but you did a very good job acting very civilized tonight.”

“I don’t want to talk about them, show me your tiddies,” he smirks at you reaching for the hem of your qipao you had worn at his insistence.

You laugh at his immature behavior, “help me unzip it then,” you whisper running your hand along his smooth cheek.

“Fine, fine,” he agrees, giving you a slightly petulant pout as if to say, how can’t you just become instantly naked, as he tugs the zipper down and carefully helps you out of the garment.

You’re pleased that even in his inebriated state Bi-Han had the common sense to remember this was your favorite qipao, one based off of one of his mother’s, and he was gentle with it. You lay next to him in just your lingerie, one of your favorite sets, dark blue and lacy, it was equal parts delicate and sexy, it also fit perfectly, there was no overflow or pinching and the underwear hid your imperfect little belly.

“Fuck your tits are huge,” He laughs drunkenly burying his cold face in between your ample chest making pleased little noises as he rubs his face back and forth.

“Polar Bear,” you giggle as you tug his hair loose from his tie, his ebony locks spilling down his well-muscled back, you stroke his silken locks as your husband continues to amuse himself with your breasts.

“I love your tits so much, they’re so soft and so jiggly, they’re like big ol’ flans,” he chuckles as he reaches around to undo the clasp of your bra to be able to manhandle them with ease.

You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his cold, calloused hands squeeze and grope your sensitive breasts. “I want to play with you tonight, please?” You pull Bi-Han’s head up to look him in his beautiful chocolate eyes as you give him your best pleading look.

He sucks in a low breath and reluctantly rolls off of you to give you free rein of his body, “what did you have in mind qin?”

“There’s something I want to try, keep an open mind Polar Bear, its supposed to feel really good for you, I promise,” you bite your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth as your eyes roam over his flawless body.

“What?” He asks sitting up on his elbows, trying to fight off the pleasant floaty feeling the baijiu has given him.

“I’m not going to tell you, you just have to trust me, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, but it might be kind of weird,” you explain running your warm hand along his aching, cold cock.

He leans back with a pleased groan as he lets you stroke his cock with slow, gentle strokes, “fine, but it better feel good,” he mumbles, bucking his hips up slightly.

“Where’s the lube,” you ask pressing a kiss to his cold cheek.

“Lube? What the fuck do you need lube for?” Bi-Han bristles immediately at the mention of the lubricant.

“I need it to jack you off, you said you’d keep an open mind Polar Bear,” you frown at him as you straddle his narrow hips.

The cryomancer grunts unhappily as he relents, “its in the draw in the bedside table,” he tells you as he squirms under you trying to get some friction for his neglected cock.

“Got it,” you grin triumphantly as you pull the tube from the drawer and make your way back to Bi-Han’s dripping cock, it's so pretty you lick your lips, huge, dripping, and heavy against his perfectly cut abs. “Mmm Polar Bear your cock looks delicious right now, I’m a little jealous of my hand,” you sigh almost wistfully as you squeeze some of the lubricant in your hand as you grasp his big cock and give it a gentle tug.

“You can suck it instead,” the cryomancer grins at you as he lifts himself back up on his elbows to watch you.

“Maybe I will,” you muse sticking your tongue out playfully as you fist him gently, not applying much pressure yet, just teasing the cryomancer, loving the feeling of his thick, veiny cold cock in your hand. You lay with your head on his rock-hard abs as you can’t help but let your tongue dart out and gather the pearly fluid leaking out of Bi-Han’s cock, it’s cold but not bitter, salty but not unpleasant, musky and masculine and perfectly him.

“Mmm qin, that feels nice,” the cryomancer practically purrs in his drunken state, something you absolutely loved was how Bi-Han didn’t seem to care about how vocal he was when he had been drinking.

Your hand works along his cock, stroking him with a firm grasp as you twist your hand in a circle when you reach his soft, velveteen head, “Bi-Han,” you whine his name as you look up at his pretty flushed face, his hair hanging loose around his face as he bites his lip with pleasure, it was the perfect picture a sight no one but you were privy to see. Your hand moves faster now, pulling another groan from the cryomancer as you jack him off, you seize your chance while he’s focused on the feeling of your hand gliding over his dick, you switch hands so your lubricated hand is no longer stroking the cryomancer, who hisses at the added drag your other hand offered. You take a deep breath and swallow audibly as you carefully nudge his legs further apart and there it is, the little pucker that you have your sights set on. Slowly, carefully you trace the outside of the hole with your slicked-up finger and before Bi-Han can react or stop you, you slowly sink the finger inside.

“Wha-what the fuck!? What are you doing qin?!” He starts, body going rigid, his ass clamping around you instinctually.

You ignore him though and fish around inside him for that little bundle of nerves that you know in spite of himself is going to make Bi-Han feel good, and you find it as you stroke it with a come hither motion.

“Huh, wha, why hnnnggghhh,” the cryomancer can’t hold back the pleased noise as you stroke his prostate, “fucking stop this is weird,” he starts to sit up.

Your hot mouth drops over his cock, swallowing him down as best as you can in a practiced motion, your finger wiggling further in his tight hole.

“Ah, fuck qin, that, that feels kind of good, do… do it again,” he pants and squeezes his eyes shut as he relaxes against the bed enjoying the feeling of your warmth encompassing his cold cock.

The noises he makes are like heaven to you as your mouth works his cock over, your tongue laving every inch of it as you suck it further into your throat. Slowly you work a second finger into the tight ring of muscle as you massage the cryomancer’s prostate, your fingers dancing across the fleshy nub.

“Ta ma de,” he groans deeply in his native tongue as he subconsciously grinds his perfect ass against your fingers, the baijiu loosening his inhibitions enough to enjoy this very rare role reversal.

You pull away from his delicious cock to echo his sentiment, “fuck,” you take in his flushed, blissed-out expression as you thrust your fingers in and out slowly, applying steady even pressure to the small organ inside the cryomancer.

Bi-Han lets out a low moan as your fingers speed up, his body starting to tremble with his impending release, “shit qin, that feels really good, keep going, please,” he practically bites his own tongue to stop himself from begging like a little bitch in heat.

Your tongue massages the underside of his shaft as your fingers keep moving in and out of the cryomancer’s tightness, you never actually thought you’d get this far, you thought maybe you’d get one finger in before he wigged out and stormed off for the night but actually getting to finger fuck your husband made your brain short circuit. You shift and rub your thighs together trying to alleviate some of the mounting pressure, seeing Bi-Han look so fucked out had you nearly cumming from the sounds he made alone. Your stomach feels tight as arousal pools in it and you don’t know how much longer you can keep yourself from making the cryomancer fuck you, you want to see him cum though, you want to taste his cold, viscous fluid filling your mouth, so you don’t stop, you can’t stop, you ignore your own desires and focus solely on his. You bob your head along his cock, forcing as much inside as possible, it burns as it stretches your throat, but the little shout Bi-Han makes is worth the discomfort. Your finger twist and screw in and out of the cryomancer’s tight confines, each press and thrust of your fingers massaging his prostate more and more.

“Qin, I’m gonna,” he gasps and lets out a choked-off cry as he tries to warn you, but you get the message, your fingers double their efforts as you pound into his prostate and you pull back until only the tip of his huge cock is left in your mouth. With a loud growling shout of pleasure, Bi-Han is cumming in your mouth.

You moan as the icy liquid splashes against your tongue the saltiness coating your mouth with the thick liquid. Your tongue swishes the cold fluid around as you swallow frantically trying not to spill a drop of the cryomancer’s cum, you can’t help it though, Bi-Han cums so much more than a mouthful as some of his release flows down your chin.

Bi-Han just moans with satisfaction as his release keeps seeping from your hot mouth, his hips still as do your fingers, “fuck me, what was that?”

“A prostate massage,” you answer, pulling off his cock with an audible pop as you swallow down more of the cryomancer’s essence. You wipe your chin off and make a show of licking your finger clean watching Bi-Han’s lust-darkened eyes, you raise an eyebrow as you look down at his still-hard cock. “Someone’s not done apparently,” you comment gesturing to his huge dick.

“Well of course not, my girl hasn’t cum yet, I still have a job to do,” he growls before pouncing on you and pinning you down. The cryomancer all but rips your soaked panties off as he rubs the velvety head of his cock against your dripping walls.

“Fuck Bi-Han, please, I need to cum so bad, seeing you like that has me so turned on, you were so hot,” you babble as his dick slowly opens you up as his cock sinks into your tight pussy. You cry out loudly at the feeling of the cryomancer rearranging your insides to make room for his massive cock, it feels so good, the stretch and slight burn as he buries his cock inside you.

“Mmm fuck qin, you were made just for me weren’t you? You’re always so pretty and so wet for me, such a good little slut,” he growls possessively as he holds himself inside you balls deep letting you get used to his huge cock.

“Ahhh, Bi-Han please,” you whimper as he starts to move, the pressure in your stomach teetering on unbearable, you knew your little pregame session sucking his cock and finger fucking the cryomancer had turned you on, but you didn’t realize how much it had turned you on. One thrust from the cryomancer and you were practically seeing stars, you shout and throw your arms around him tangling your fingers in his loose hair.

“Hold on tight qin, I don’t feel like taking things slow tonight,” the cryomancer shoots you a smirk and all you can do is moan in response.

You cry out his name over and over as he begins to piston in and out of your tight, wet hole, everything feels too much all at once but perfect all at the same time. Each stroke of his cock drives deeper and deeper into your welcoming pussy as the fat head of his cock assaults your sweet spot. You’re dizzy and lightheaded within minutes and it had nothing to do with the alcohol you consumed, it was all from the cryomancer’s actions, the way his cock moved in and out of your body, the way his weight bore down on you, the way he claimed you as his own.

“Such a good little slut, whining and whimpering so prettily for me, you just love getting stuffed with my big cock don’t you? It’s what you were made for, taking my cock and only my cock, no one else gets to touch you qin, you’re mine,” the cryomancer growls, possession dripping from his words as his grip moves from your hips to press the undersides of your thighs towards your stomach.

“Only you Bi-Han, I’m only yours,” you cry out as the pressure becomes unbearable and heat pools in your stomach despite your body being chilled from the inside out. You cling to the cryomancer, trying to ground yourself but only wind up pulling his hair causing Bi-Han to let out a low, warning growl.

“Only I get to touch you, only I get to fuck you and only I get to paint that pretty little pussy white with my cum, but you’re such a little slut you love every minute of it don’t you,” Bi-Han continues, his words edging you closer and closer to your peak as his cock rams into your cervix over and over causing your entire body to tremble and shake in his grasp.

“Only you Bi-Han, oh fuck only you!” You cry out as your toes curl and the pressure bursts, you cry out his name shrilly as your head thrashes back and forth as your tongue lolls to the side as you cum hard around Bi-Han’s perfect cock. Stars burst before your eyes and pleasure floods your body as you shutter and heave below Bi-Han’s flawless, thrusting body.

Bi-Han groans deeply as he presses your thighs almost flush to your stomach, plowing in and out of your body with little regard for how oversensitive you were in this state, he was only concerned with his own orgasm. He keeps fucking you hard, pounding your cervix open with each thrust as he chases his high, loving the way you cry and tremble for him, “what a good little slut, such a good girl for me, I’ve going to fill you up with my cum now,” he grunts out in between gritted teeth as his hips start to falter and lose their rhythm. “Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s my good slut,” he lets out a low bellow as he stills inside you.

You cry and shake as the cryomancer’s final onslaught brings you to your peak once more, hot fat tears drip down your cheeks as he pushes you past reason. The sensation of Bi-Han’s cold viscous cum painting your walls white does you in, with a weak little sob of his name, you’re tumbling over the edge hurtling towards darkness as your orgasm consumes you.

Neither of you move for a while, you couldn’t even if you wanted as you’re trapped under the weight of the cryomancer as you finally regain consciousness. You whimper softly, unable to find your voice yet as you shiver with cold brought on by the cryomancer being buried deep inside you still.

Reluctantly the cryomancer finally rolls off you to the side of the bed, “fuck qin, that was, well that was something else alright.”

“That was so good,” you whisper, barely able to form coherent thoughts yet, “your cock is too good, I still feel drunk, but I don’t think it’s the liquor anymore,” you giggle softly as you grab one of the fur comforters from the bottom of the bed and roll up in it before slotting yourself next to Bi-Han, laying your head against his rock hard pecs.

“We should, uh maybe try that again sometime,” Bi-Han admits, his cheeks colored with a rosy shade of pink as he looks away not wanting to make eye contact.

“Anytime you want Polar Bear, anytime you want,” you agree and smile before slipping into a very deep and very restful sleep.

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issues and inconsistencies in "khaos reigns" [part 1, probably] :

i already have a post speed-reviewing/critiquing ‘khaos reigns’ and i touched on the sektor parable via a reblogged post, but grrahh, i still have tons of thoughts, questions and comments about the narrative and i need to excise them from my soul so here are some of them. apologies for any spelling mishaps or inconsistencies i may have missed. spoilers below, of course :

- the new era being — essentially — a multiverse, totally cancels out the idea of kronika being THE titan of TIME itself. her timeline was the ONLY one. i know that they tried to explain this away by saying that the fight between liu kang and shang tsung for the hourglass in mk11 was apparently so powerful that it broke the space-time continuum, but still! the way mk1 ended and how ‘khaos reigns’ continues the story basically takes away from the gravity of her position, and the weight of what it means to be the keeper of time. kronika painstakingly tinkered with the realms to achieve a golden balance, but now, since basically everyone and anyone can be a titan, liu kang's sacrifice seems moot. everyone just opens a portal to anywhere and everywhere and does whatever they want to his timeline. he may be reluctant to touch the hourglass out of fear of going insane or mucking things up, but the writers sure don’t mind i guess lol!

- according to titan havik, ‘time crystals’ come from geras (because he’s the only one to exist in all timelines), and they function in a similar way as jinsei (only jinsei is the 'essence' of the realms). so does that mean jinsei isn’t a thing anymore? or are the time crystals the ‘jinsei’ for the alternate timelines? what do they even look like? the needles in geras' back look like they are holding the same fluid that was injected into bi-han, so i'm confused by how they were extracting anything from geras at all...

i wouldn’t really care about this normally, but since they went to the trouble to bring back the kamidogu and insert a weak explanation from havik about the usage of these phenomena, then why not give us the proper exposition? i guess they didn’t bother because the kamidogu are essentially just infinity stones (‘the avengers’) or chaos emeralds (‘sonic the hedgehog’). hm, veryyy creative plot device…

- the scene with sub-zero and havik talking about the time crystals and kamidogu should have been longer. noob saibot's transformation was too rushed and havik’s motivations for corrupting him aren’t there. why didn’t we get sub-zero’s final stand fight scene either? it would have made sense to show that: giving havik a reason to actually keep sub-zero and turn him into a henchman (because of his formidable kombat skills and cunning to follow him into the portal, perhaps) and it also would have helped flesh out bi-han’s dimensionality, too (i.e. jumping into the portal to go after geras).

- geras and sektor should not have stopped noob from attacking liu kang at the end. bi-han needed to fight the fire god. it's such a long time coming. the pressure between the two of them has been building, bi-han’s frustrations have been surmounting and in that moment, he was ready to implode.

would he have lost the fight? yes of course, but that’s the point. bi-han needed to be humbled. maybe after liu kang defeated him in kombat, he might've cooled off a bit and been more accepting of help and willing to go to the temple of the elements instead of having to be sedated and taken there against his knowledge/will. and sektor being the one to break him out and tell him that liu kang 'abandoned' him and left him to rot -- while his last memory of being awake is his failed confrontation with liu kang -- does his redemption arc no favours. no wonder he went back to being 'bad.'

- i believe that sektor is not only bi-han’s enabler, but his full-blown sycophant. i don’t necessarily think she is 100% a manipulative mastermind, but if we ignore the bad storytelling going on, it’s plausible that she is a ticking time bomb of her own, and in her obsessive infatuation with bi-han, she is -- perhaps unknowingly -- sabotaging his opportunities to grow and confront his flaws and frustrations. and to be honest, they don't really seem 'romantically' involved to me, but rather have developed a strange codependency toward one another.

bi-han in mk1’s normal story mode clearly sought to be respected, maybe even revered, and acknowledged for his efforts, as well as exhibiting a keenness to take on more proactive role in leading earthrealm. to go from that to: “better to be feared than respected!” hmm… that doesn’t seem like the same man to me.

sektor’s constant smirking/lurking in the background of the cutscenes, however, makes me think that she’s been planting certain seeds in his head: encouraging him to embrace his negative traits (likely not even on purpose, just out of adulation), be the villain that everyone has already been painting him to be, and continue to isolate himself from everyone who might have ever stood up to his shenanigans or help him find a better path.

whether or not she actually has ulterior motives, it's clear to me that sektor prefers bi-han to be "bad," or unchanged, based on his presented mk1 persona. for her to be the first voice bi-han hears and the first person he sees when he wakes up after his mind is fixed... that's something poignant.

the man has been -- more or less -- 'lashing out' because of the departure of his brothers, and because for sometime now, he's been frustrated by his strained, untrusting relationship with liu kang. so, sektor is quite literally the only one he trusts and feels that he can trust.

but, this sort of 'all-in' attitude is, of course, toxic. when she says to liu kang that she stopped bi-han from attacking him because he 'would have gained nothing' from the challenge'.. uh, who is she to decide that? of course she wants bi-han to be restored: as in, made human again. but not redeemed. a 'redeemed' bi-han would be a different one than the one she has known, and a version of him that has been humbled (like if he fought liu kang at the end and neither her nor geras stopped him), or cannot be controlled (noob saibot) is probably not the one she wants.

she gives off: ‘i’m the only one that understands you’ vibes, but if he remains as noob, or if he were to be redeemed and healed as a better sub-zero, she cannot continue her power fantasy with him. to be honest, i think that would've been an interesting direction to take her character in: where in her mind, she has built up this idea of the lin kuei and the grandmaster, but in bi-han's fall from grace or in realizing her ambitions have diverged from his, she sees her disillusionment and in her delirium, proceeds full-force with the cyber initiative. THAT would have been one hell of a tower ending!

(side note: i also -- like many other people -- was almost certain that she would have looked down on bi-han in her tower ending, the same way she did with cyrax and kuai liang, and thus turned to embracing machinery and going full-on insane with her aspirations for the lin kuei. unfortunately, though... the writers introduced it only to then promptly throw it away.)

there is definitely more than meets the eye with all of this that is worth further exploration and analysis, as there are plenty of examples of her warped fanaticism (think annie, from ‘misery’ by stephen king), but it’s best saved for another post.

- there are too many contradictions between mk1’s base campaign and this dlc, INCLUDING tower endings and intro dialogue. i don’t know what is ‘canon’ and what isn’t anymore because technically, all of it is, if it’s in the game, right? but, it makes no sense for liu kang’s new era. what’s the point of introducing all of these plot twists when they don’t apply to the current timeline? from an ‘easter egg’ standpoint, it is what it is. but from a a lore/storytelling standpoint, it’s confusing and utterly inept. it seems silly to rewrite the lore while constantly referring to the 'old story' at the same time.

- NRS really do hate sub-zero and bi-han… but why? it’s clear that even in mk1, bi-han is shown to be a rather complex, emotional character that is grossly misunderstood and certainly not irredeemably wicked. i have a hard time believing that the guy who wanted to help lead earthrealm, who wanted to use his father’s teachings to guide him, who wanted to lead the clan alongside kuai liang first and foremost…. is suddenly a supervillain? who enjoys lying to his supposed ‘second-in-command’ (cyrax)? this contradicts mk1’s story mode so much (among other things) and it’s WILD. yes, he is extremely flawed, but it's clear that there is more under the surface than is being said. since it was a noob saibot-focused dlc, we needed more info about his upbringing, maybe; more insight into the bond with his brothers and even his subordinates, into his role as grandmaster... but it's clear that NRS can't wholly decide what they want to do with him. they villainize him in 'khaos reigns' except for his story chapter, and even that is nullified by his tower ending. another storytelling fail.

- another conspiracy theory i have is that this dlc seems like it was supposed to be longer and larger, likely including noob’s full character arc, too, because so many things are missing. some of the leaked dialogue from last year was not in the dlc at all, and lots of the lines in the cinematics seem to not really fit… almost as if there were cutscenes that used to be there but were hastily edited out at the last minute or something. also some of the audio mixing and animations are a bit off, if you pay close attention.

- in his first moments as noob saibot, bi-han is literally more human than he’s ever been throughout mk1. strange, considering in the beginning of ‘khaos reigns,’ he is SO out of character and almost comically villainous, but yet… after having his mind broken and then freed from havik’s mental corruption, he is forthright with liu kang, shows distress towards his situation with his hubris on full display, and then he fights alongside the allies to protect the timeline without claiming ulterior motives.

despite the khaos magic still coursing through him, he does his due diligence. but then… all of this gets tossed away when sektor frees him in his tower ending. what was the point in the vulnerable moment where he showed visible concern for how his actions compromised the timeline? or when liu kang lets him know that his desires for a different future aren’t an issue, it’s the ‘methods for achieving them?’ (that scene needed to be longer too, tbh) in short: why introduce the concept of bi-han potentially being salvageable if at the end he’s just going to continue being bad, if not worse off than how he began? the whole dlc was like a flat circle in terms of progression; that's how little happened in it.

- the hand on noob’s hip was supposed to be explained. in the last kombat kast (and i think in that xbox article, too) they said its purpose would be revealed in the actual dlc but… that never happened. aside from the missing fight scene with sub-zero and havik, we didn’t even get a glimpse at his transformation, either. he was just suddenly there… with the hand on his hip and all of these new powers. it would have been nice to get a teeny bit of info as to how exactly khaos magic works for noob, like imagine a scene where havik explains to noob what he can do now, how the hand and the shadow work in tandem and how much more powerful he is compared to how he used to be? it would also have been a chance to explain the random telekinesis, too.

- smoke really, really, really needed to have a chapter in 'khaos reigns'. i have a feeling — as i mentioned earlier on — that the dlc was originally going to be a bigger expansion, but some characters/scenes/dialogue were cut along the way; likely to drip-feed the whole story back to us in a trilogy of dlcs instead (taking notes from BUNGIE i see… ahem ‘destiny 2: lightfall’).

but i digress: smoke having a chapter maybe just before noob’s would have been amazing. it would have been nice to see his visceral response to bi-han’s transformation, as he has claimed to have idolized bi-han in the past and was/is hoping for reconciliation between the brothers. i personally think the brotherly bond between the three of them is the most interesting part of the lin kuei story in mk1, and it sucks to see this angle being completely abandoned when the dlc focuses around bi-han.

we needed MORE BACKSTORY! more info about their parents, their upbringing, bi-han’s obvious long-standing conflicts with his life's purpose, the true nature of their father’s death (what actually happened?), etc. and the dynamic between the three of them with bi-han as noob would have also been really interesting. smoke was absolutely necessary as a the vessel for the more compassionate approach to bi-han’s downfall and ensuing redemption (instead of sektor, who is obviously evil) and bridging the gap between scorpion’s mercilessness and bi-han’s malevolence.

- it's not havik, but liu kang who was the real hypocrite here, and it breaks my heart. first of all, stopping bi-han from killing titan havik in order to ‘save innocent lives’ is such a weak, oxymoronic explanation from liu kang. let’s not forget that he wiped out two timelines in the base game: titan shang tsung's and quan chi's. a bunch of other titans died at the pyramid battle too. liu kang even says himself that without shang tsung to ‘hold the timeline together’ it would collapse! the actions of the final chapter of mk1 were already enough to kill BILLIONS of innocents, yet havik is somehow an exception. actually, leaving havik alive would have been worse, considering he didn’t want to destroy or merge the other realms, but have them tumble into anarchy and khaos instead. bi-han was 100% correct when he said that they were 'not safe until he dies.’

- another problem i have with liu kang is that says he cannot leave his timeline to go help get geras (which by the way… geras is his closest companion and confidant, another powerful being like him who has been at his side for EONS). that left me with a huge, glaring question: where is liu kang’s urgency?

it is so unlike him to be this 'laissez-faire' (but that’s a discussion for another post). he says that he cannot go with them because the timeline would be compromised without him, but that is a silly excuse because:

1) his timeline is tainted anyway, because 'damashi' already messed with it, and the fact that concurrent timelines exist negates this idea that his new era can ever be truly 'safe' again.

2) titan havik leaves his timeline all the time with his cronies… he’s been collecting every geras and kamidogu, so why can’t liu kang? havik said he'd be back to inflict khaos after taking geras, so it wasn't like he needed to wait in earthrealm and twiddle his thumbs. it was GERAS, for god's sake. he should have been right behind bi-han going through that portal, the way they built up the bond them in the main story.

3) liu kang literally DID leave his timeline in the base story mode… the first time, he went to look for titan allies to fight shang tsung, and the second time was when he went to the pyramid to defeat him. he is essentially repeating the former raiden’s mistakes with this sort of approach to protecting earthrealm.

on one hand, raiden was slightly too impulsive and tried to intervene a bit too frequently, causing a negative ripple effect to those surrounding him. i get that liu kang does not want to repeat his — or kronika’s — mistakes, but doing absolutely nothing until your hand is forced and trying to evade all conflict by letting [terrible] events play out is not the way to be doing things. defend your timeline, liu kang!!! get up and get moving!!! just as raiden 'jumping the gun' had its own consequences, so does remaining overly-passive and slow-to-react.

- i like the character of liu kang and i was initially excited at the idea of a timeline reboot with mk1. liu kang is known to be humble, kind, genuine, understanding, compassionate: all of those hero-like qualities that we know and love him for. but that being said, why claim to reset the timeline if everything is going to turn out mostly the same, if not worse?

from a development standpoint, i understand needing to have certain things remain static, no matter what game or era we’re in. for example: raiden must always have lightning, mileena/baraka must always be tarkatan, sub-zero and scorpion must always exist, etc. fair enough.

but having bi-han not even make it a whole game without becoming noob? having shang tsung, shao and quan chi continue their plotting? how come some characters got a pleasant rework (reptile, sindel) but others are thrown so far under the bus and are poorly-utilized/represented (sub-zero, smoke, havik).

constants are needed, of course, but variables are also important too. and there are not enough variables in mk1 for it to feel like a 'new era,' and cheap, low-risk 'changes' are not an effective way to reflect it. at this point, the game should have just been called ‘mk12’, full stop.

- cyrax deserved better. she starts off as what we expected of her, based on her new character bio, anyway. she is loyal, but inquisitive. ‘free-thinking.’ she has no problem pushing back on bi-han a little bit about his explanation for kuai liang and tomas’ departure, and she obviously doesn’t get along with sektor and doesn’t mind talking back to her, either. she is defiant, but noble, as presented. but then…

she spends the rest of story mode groveling to scorpion: following him around like a lost puppy and begging for his forgiveness and receiving the brunt of his anger and spite (which was completely unwarranted and undeserved.)

kuai trying to hold her accountable for something that had nothing to do with her is crazy and really out of character for him, and because of this, her story arc was thwarted by her constant seeking of his approval and validation. the same way sektor’s reliance on bi-han takes away her arrogance, genius and austerity, cyrax’s sudden flip from being honourable but discerning into being manipulated by scorpion is just so, SO unfortunate. both ladies deserved better than to simply be portrayed as the unsung loyalists to a pair of capricious, irascible men.

some insignificant [mostly nitpicky] honourable mentions :

- this was an observation made by gaming youtuber mike hollow who pointed out some telltale inconsistencies regarding believable power balancing: sektor’s camouflage, scorpion’s fire teleportation and rain’s ability to turn into water were all missing in this dlc. it’s like they forgot to include the characters’ defining abilities in the story at all. why weren’t they taking advantage of the cybersuits in the maze? using camouflage to hide from havik’s minions? where was scorpion’s kunai climbing rope? why did rain not turn into water to escape his crushing death? again, it's not that deep in the grand scheme of things, nor is it new to the franchise, but it's definitely something i noticed, as well.

- in that same vein: geras’ time freezing abilities could have stopped him from being kidnapped by havik’s minions. why didn’t he stop them? he casually stopped bi-han at the end from lunging at liu kang, and he had plenty of time to do it since sektor stalled the attack.

in sindel’s throne room, havik was going on a big, illustrious speech about how he was only here for him. isn’t geras on par with being a kind of divine being, considering he himself is a construct of time (i.e. made of the sands)?

perhaps his lack of reaction in that scene can be chalked up to just 'shock', but this is just another example of poor power balancing in mk1's story mode (and i say mk1 and not the other games because the current timeline has all kinds of titans and divine beings that are all fair game). another example of this would be: empress tanya being able to defeat noob, but noob easily defeats titan, kamidogu-powered havik. and -- if the khaos magic had something to do with it -- they should have shown that somewhere in the campaign.

- how come titan havik’s limbs suddenly stopped regrowing when noob fought him? is it because noob has khaos magic in him and thus, he can be defeated by his own powers, therefore stunting his ability to regenerate? they don’t actually explain this whatsoever, unless again: it is another misrepresentation of power scaling in the story, but it is what it is. (seriously though, we should have gotten a scene where havik explains to bi-han his new powers!)

- if bi-han and sektor knew that cyrax wouldn't go for the wedding attack (hence the pointless lie they told her about liu kang 'capitulating to outworld'), then why take her along in the first place? why even include her in their plans at all? this doesn't seem like the same cyrax that kuai liang was referring to in mk1's regular story mode when he said she would 'sooner abet' bi-han's corruption than follow him.

um... as soon as we meet cyrax, she is already weary of bi-han and it seems like she has been for a while, enough so for he and sektor to already suspect her lack of fealty. at that point, she shouldn't have even been given that suit.

(side note: AS SOON as they arrive at the wu shi academy, cyrax is already fighting against the lin kuei and going against bi-han's orders. when she comes down from the roof, she immediately eliminates two of her fellow lin kuei warriors before harumi is even captured. she was already over it even before learning about what really happened.)

it doesn't make any sense and does not corroborate kuai liang's observations from the main campaign. i feel like once more, this is another example of something being changed in this dlc somewhere between the initial leaks last year and the trailer drop this past july. it seems like there might've been more planned for 'khaos reigns,' but they got rid of it, or they're saving it for the next dlc (which i'm almost positive is the case, at this time.)

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there are a million more things that are running through my mind, and if it comes to it, i'll make a part 2 to this post. there is still a lot to be said about the dlc on a corporate/business level that may be worth touching on.

that being said: the game design, stages, animations, cutscenes, characters, etc. are all absolutely gorgeous! you can tell the ground-level developers really care about their work and that's amazing. c-suite and the 'narrative department' however...

in addition, i've still got some conspiracies regarding liu kang, kuai liang and also... the khaos magic! has anyone out there played batman: arkham asylum? does anyone remember the TITAN VENOM? yeah, i have a feeling that the writers are doing some borrowing from other IPs beyond the obvious comparisons to the avengers (because, of course). the rabbit hole gets deeper and deeper.

i will leave the bi-han analyses to the experts in the community. there is already a lot of discourse out there about what happened to him but all i'll say is this... he deserved his comeback, redemption and victory lap. but... he was bastardized. again. bi-han 1000% deserved his moment. JUSTICE FOR SUB-ZERO!

anyhow, if you made it this far, thank you for reading! xo

#mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 khaos reigns #khaos reigns #bi han #noob saibot #mk1 sub zero #kuai liang #mk1 scorpion #liu kang #mk1 sektor #mk1 cyrax #havik #geras

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cienie-isengardu · 4 months ago

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Khaos Reigns and the matter of Lin Kuei

Warning: rant not spoiler free!

I said it before and I will say it again: Netherrealm Studio does not utilize the plot of Lin Kuei brothers to its fullest potential. And by brothers I don’t just mean Bi-Han and Kuai Liang. Mind you, their Khaos Reigns’ strained relationship comes back to Mortal Kombat 1 (2023) mess, so it’s not that there is no sense in how they interact. I’m frustrated by it but my frustration is not directed at characters itself but at NRS that does all in their power to *not* give us the heartbreaking story of shattered brotherhood - and it says a lot that we have much more wholesome relationship between Bi-Han/Noob and Sektor or Kuai Liang and Cyrax than we have with brothers themselves.

This is however not the most frustrating thing about the Lin Kuei brothers plot for me but how the previous game established Smoke and Kuai Liang as the “true brothers” and then Khaos Reigns ignores Tomas even more than the last time. And let’s be honest here: last time Tomas already was shoved hardy to the background.

The thing about Khaos Reigns that killed the most my enthusiasm is not actually Bi-Han/Noob & Kuai Liang subplot (as frankly, I did except the worst), nor even how NRS handled Noob after “mending his mind”. I’m fully disappointed and absolutely frustrated how the new part of Liu Kang’s timeline is heavily centered at Lin Kuei and TOMAS IS NOT THERE AT ALL. Everyone, including Scorpion, totally ignore his existence during the meeting before the mission to Chaosrealm.

The scene I’m talking about went like this:

Kitana: Which is why you believe we need Sektor. Liu Kang: As Lin Kuei, she and Cyrax are trained for this type of mission. And they have the benefit of being with us, here. I can send them immediately, under Scorpion’s command -- Scorpion: I want neither’s help. I will go alone. Liu Kang: That would be unwise.

See? Not for the first time we hear that Lin Kuei were trained since childhood for that kind of mission, so Kuai Liang and Sektor are natural choice, sure, but no one even for a moment thought about including Tomas - whose BIO specifically said he “chose to make the Lin Kuei’s mission his own. But as he lacked his brothers' innate supernatural abilities, he set out to master practical magic. Having done so, he now joins them in Earthrealm's defense."

There is a reasonable excuse or two to leave him behind I can make out of my head within seconds. For example, as a backup plan if the mission has failed, so there is someone to command Shirai Ryu during battle. Or leaving Smoke behind to keep Harumi and/or their clan safe, as Scorpion can’t trust there won’t be another attack of Lin Kuei. But apparently even for a second it did not cross Kuai Liang’s mind to take Tomas - his trusted, loyal brother - with himself, as counterargument to taking Cyrax and Sektor on a deadly mission. That Kuai Liang did not trust his former comrades makes absolutely sense, but this is why Smoke’s presence could be a good preventive measure. Scorpion did not ever utter any wish to have Tomas there at his side. Instead, Kuai Liang wanted to go alone (a mindset actually shared with Bi-Han!) and we got the Lin Kuei storyline with Tomas BEING THE ONLY ONE (EX)LIN KUEI NOT INCLUDED AT ALL.

Remember when the fandom was so angry at Bi-Han for not considering Tomas to be true Lin Kuei ("Mind your place, Tomas. Father may have taken you in, made you one of us... but your blood will never be Lin Kuei.”)? One year later, this exact scene on one hand actually backs up Sub-Zero’s claim, as even Kuai Liang does not consider Tomas to have at his side in a dire situation and opting to go alone. Which is why NRS should in my opinion allow *any* character to excuse the lack of Smoke at Mileena’s palace or why Liu Kang couldn’t teleport him there to aid Scorpion in his mission.

On another hand, the Khaos Reigns is about Lin Kuei more than ever while Tomas has barely few speaking lines and is totally removed from Lin Kuei brotherhood storyline. This was the perfect opportunity to add Smoke into the main group and expand our understanding of the relationship and history of characters. And hey, Bi-Han and Tomas too were once brothers and it would be really nice, if their brotherhood got some focus too, instead of excluding Smoke from it completely. Which again, adds a new layer to how hypocritical Kuai Liang was in the first game, with all the declaration how he and Tomas may not share a blood but they were brothers, when Scorpion A) has never once(?) mention Smoke through the new storyline nor B) even for a moment considered how Bi-Han’s death - his choice to not save their brother - could affect Tomas who, as intro dialogues imply, wished Scorpion and Sub-Zero could reconcile. I understand why NRS put the focus on blood brothers, but it is the studio’s own choice to add Tomas to said brotherhood in the first place and by excluding him, they paint Scorpion as very self-centered and selfish man that is so focused on himself and his anger at Bi-Han, he literally gives no fucks about Tomas’ feelings on the matter. Which is… a surprising choice to say at least.

We literally could have all Lin Kuei main heroes interacting on the same mission. A chance that most likely won’t happen too soon, if ever again.

So, yeah, I’m disappointed in that regard, as Tomas and Bi-Han once again got the short end of the stick from all the available Lin Kuei characters. With the one difference that Bi-Han, whatever presented as a good or bad person, brings some weight and impact on the storyline and other heroes. Tomas though? He could be cut away and his absence would change literally nothing.

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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♡ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡

TW: v!sex, extreme dirty talk, ftm reader, pussy talk, v!sex, hard!dom bi han, afab anatomy, praise, sub x master dynamics.

You two were more than grand master and apprentice, you were the golden boy of Bi Han's eye. You had a submissive nature that made him weak in the knees, always doing your best to get his attention - you knew he didn't want to get involved with anyone, having a commitment to a ninja lower than his grandmaster rank was something that would cause a scandal within the lin kuei... But you two didn't need to be in love, you just wanted to be one of his boys that night, and he was more than happy to play the role of dominating you in bed for a few hours - he knew how sensitive you were, how easy it was to turn you on, he loved every reaction you had just hearing his deep voice talk to you.

Sub zero soon called you to his quarters, some candles lit up the cold and smooth stone environment, while he was sitting with you on his lap. "-You know that I can hear your heartbeat, right? It accelerates just by me talking to you like that, you're so fragile." He spoke in a seductive tone, his eyes never left yours, he wanted you to feel the power he had over you, he studied you for months before accepting to dominate you intimately, every nickname you liked, every touch, every thing he provoked goosebumps on your skin, he wanted every night you made love to remain embedded in your mind, like a black stain, slowly corroding your senses, until only him was left.

"-You're so submissive and pretty... I think you would love it if I fucked you without even using a condom, or maybe just using one while fingering that cute little ass of yours." His tone was dominating, as he took control over the conversation. He leaned forward in his chair, spreading his legs wider apart to expose the bulge in his pants, it was clear he was hardening just thinking about what he planned to do with you.

"-Just think about it; feeling my dick deep inside your tight little cunt while stroking your cute clit or maybe just fingering your ass while fucking your pussy hard and raw, making sure not to use any protection for skin-to-skin contact." He continued talking dirty, as if imagining each moment of pleasure and lust vividly "-Doesn't that make you horny? Hm?" Bi Han asked calmly, watching as you trembled beneath him even more than before.

"-I know I can push you to the limit baby, maybe even make you cum while still wearing these clothes... How does that sound? Would you love it if I made you cum like that, boy?" He took one of his hands down your pants, while he held you in place, sticking two fingers inside your little hole, taking them out after they were well lubricated, exposing your juices on his fingertips.

"-Good boy, you're getting wet just because I told you how it would feel like... take off your clothes, maybe I'll let you struggle against my cock when we finally fuck for real" he murmured in a low and husky voice, his eyes never leaving yours. He wanted to see how far he could push you tonight.

You just obeyed him, clumsily removing the remains of fabric that still prevented the older man's discerning gaze from appreciating every corner of your body - He held your waist gently with his hands, feeling how wet and exposed you were beneath him, Bi Han couldn't help but caress one of your breasts slowly, while enjoying the view of your naked body.

"-You look so sweet right now, But remember, once we start there is no going back... And maybe afterward, you will cry, begging me not to stop fucking your tight little pussy... But for now, let's focus on making you cum first, okay?" He said as he kissed your neck softly, feeling how fast your heart rate increased by these words.

He placed one of his hands on your hips, while squeezing the hot, creamy flesh, guiding you in back and forth movements into the growing bulge of his pants, the thin black confining fabric of his robes was the only barrier stopping the grandmaster from holding you. fuck right there - but on the other hand, he wanted to make that pleasurable torture last as long as possible for both of them, he could feel how sensitive and horny you were just by rubbing against him, he knew it was getting harder for him with each passing second.

"-Don't stop, boy... I want you to cum just using my voice and my touch, okay? Just focus on what I tell you to do..." His tone was more possessive as he grabbed one of your nipples harshly , twisting them a little. "-Do you want me to fuck you now bunny? Or maybe just let you cum first, showing some mercy..." He slapped your thigh, while enjoying the view of your full breasts bouncing as you continued rubbing yourself against him. "-You're such a good little slut for me- your holes are so tight yet warm, perfect for my cock!- And oh fuck... Your cunt is dripping so much..."

You couldn't hold it in any longer, begging pathetically and shakily for him to fuck you, causing goosebumps all over sub zero's skin - he loved hearing you beg for him. "-Good boy, you asked for it... Now just relax and let me take control...", He took his throbbing member out of his boxer shorts while rubbing it against his wet lips, smiling, moaned softly as he finally felt his cock sliding into your tight pussy; It felt so good to be inside of you again that he couldn't help but grab onto your firm ass, fucking you deeper at each stroke.

"-You feel even tighter than before... And that smell... So sweet... Your pussy is clinging to my cock like a fucking glove, feeling every inch of me... Fuck!-" He grabbed your hair softly to make sure you looked at him as you spoke and moaned, looking deep into his eyes. "-Look into my eyes while I fuck you." Bi Han growled softly as he held your head tightly with one hand, insisting that you meet his gaze.

"-C-Can you hear that...? The sound of our bodies colliding, feeling your little wet pussy being drenched by my cock... Yes- that's the noise I want you to remember when you masturbate next time knowing how much I enjoyed fucking your holes." He could feel each thrust from below pushing his cock deeper as he still maintained control over the situation; he wanted you to know who was really in charge, dirty and incoherent sentences left both of your lips, kisses were raw and messy, your eyes were blurred by your mind broken by the intense pleasure.

"-Oh Fucking hell angel... You feel so good... So tight and wet... I want to see your face while we finish this, Ok? Now focus the fuck I'm going to cum baby boy-" His voice got more desperate as he thrust harder again, his cock almost slipping out of your tight pussy before entering again, hitting your G-spot expertly - he felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside him once again, signaling his own imminent orgasm.

Bi Han buried his thick, needy shaft one last time into you - hot white seeds painting lines on your inner walls - his moans reverberated through the room as he fought to maintain control over himself; a futile effort. His cock remained inside your pussy even as he slowed his thrusts, enjoying the intimate closeness and connection between the two of you.

"-Good boy... Such a good boy for me..." He breathed heavily, as he held you close to his chest, maybe you two weren't in love, but there was a growing feeling beyond sex there.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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restinslices · 3 months ago

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LKBS W/ A Quiet Kid

Finally getting back to requests :D. I put more focus on certain parts so it's not a copy and paste for each brother. Reread The Hunger Games recently so I imagined the kid being similar to Rue in behavior. Here you go @notbojack

He so fucking fine, omfg-

Back to the topic at hand, Tomas wasn’t the only kid his father took in

Shortly before his death, his father brought you home - a 12 year old kid who clung to him like wet tar

How did this come to be? Um, I’m imagining a situation where you were sent to kill his dad but he was like “naur, join us” and you did. Idk gang. It’s 11/6, I’m discombobulated

As we know, his father died. Now, Bi-Han is an asshole but he has limits. He wasn’t just gonna throw you out on the streets

Honestly I think he doesn’t mind how quiet you are

He’s not much of a talker either, so ya’ll just sit by each other

It’s kinda hard for him to understand your situation at first. After all, he’s a trained assassin. He’s been training since the day he could walk. To him, an assassin’s life is normal

Once his father is dead, taking care of you becomes his responsibility. This means that now he really has to be face to face with you during your worst moments

He’s woken up one day to the most awful screaming he’s ever heard. He can hear the strain on the vocal cords. It leads him to your room and he sees you screaming your head off in your sleep

He immediately wakes you up, expecting you to relax. Instead, you try to fight him off and claw yourself away from him. Only after reminding you who he is and a lot of convincing you that you’re safe and at home, you finally relax

You tremble next to him while apologizing profusely and that’s when he realizes something

This is the first time he’s ever heard your voice

I think this is when it'll really hit him how fucked your situation was. He was trained to be an assassin, yeah, but he still had free will

He's not the best at emotions, but I think he'd try for you

I wouldn't expect some long and deep talk about your past, but he'd watch over you more. He becomes very observant and takes note of your triggers

He's still strict, but he doesn't yell at you

I can see you jumping after he accidentally yells at you and he's like "ykw? I just might be the problem-"

Doesn't do it again

You have random spasms because of electrocutions. I can see him trying to find a way to help

He lets you trail behind him like you're his shadow

He absolutely will NOT say your trigger words

He thinks having your skills is something you should keep and improve on, even if they came about in an unpleasant way

You gotta fight for the Lin Kuei but I don't think he's ever like "go kill for me soldier!"

It's more like a... A uhhh "hey! We're going on a field trip! :D"

Idk if he'd ever ask if you'd like to sleep in his bed (he likes his space. "I GOTTA PUT ME FIRST LUCIOUS!") but I can see him being fine sleeping in the same room

Bi-Han and Sektor are your new parents

Overall, I think Bi-Han would be the best when it comes to handling triggers. You don't have to be a 10/10 social person to be helpful. He's just really observant and contrary to popular belief, isn't a complete evil dick head.

Y'all that's literally me next to him

"Aren't you black?" mind your business

Speaking of marriage, Kuai Liang meets you because you're a kid Harumi took in

I can see Harumi trying to introduce the two of you and you are NOT having a good time

He tries to introduce himself to you, but the second he steps close, you take off

He knows some kids are shy but this catches his attention. This ain't just shyness

"WHO THE FUCK FUCKED UP THIS HOUSE LIKE THIS? GOOD GOD!”

Harumi gives him the scoop thankfully

He's glad Harumi found you but damn, he wishes that never happened to you

He continues to try and be nice to you, but you either don’t say anything or take off

He isn’t really sure what to do at this point. Ya’ll are making no progress

This changes when one day he sees you sitting somewhere, scribbling in a book

You jump when you see him, dropping your book. He goes to grab it for you and that’s when he sees the amazing sketches inside

He’s not the type to flip through without permission. He looks at the open page and compliments that

“You like drawing?” *Nods* “These are really good!” *Shakes head* “Hey, I mean it. These are great”

He hands you your book back and you actually smile at him

*Hacker voice* I’m in-

You still stand behind Harumi, but you don’t look as scared of him as you did before

He notices you staring at him a lot, but he doesn’t say anything

Then one day you come up to him, book in hand

Which really surprises him because you never approach him

His mouth drops when you show him the drawings you’ve done of him

Your relationship continues to grow from this. He’s not sure how complimenting you on your artistic skills made you less afraid of him, but he’ll take it

He’s constantly encouraging you to keep being creative

He won’t look through your sketchbook without permission. He likes when you both look at your drawings together

Best believe he’s putting your drawings up like a proud father (if you let him)

I can see him learning basic sign language for you. Otherwise he speaks and you write things down

Ya’ll know that TikTok trend where two people paint portraits of each other? That but with Kuai Liang

His is awful but you put it up in your room anyway. This really squeezes at his heart

If you have other creative hobbies, such as writing, he encourages that too

Reads anything you’ll give him

I don’t think Kuai Liang is an artistic person in the sense that I don’t think he draws or writes in his spare time, but I think he still appreciates art

The father that stepped up

I don’t think he’d ask about your past much either. He doesn’t wanna push you. Whenever you’re ready to share, he’ll be there to listen

The little pieces you do share, he definitely remembers

Overall, I think Kuai Liang would handle the quiet and artistic aspect really well. He’s patient enough to continue trying to make an effort with you. Once you’ve opened up, he doesn’t take it for granted

My favorite white man

Pls make more gifs of him. Omg

I can see Tomas meeting you through a mission

It was supposed to be a simple “kill bad guys” mission but oh shit, there’s a child here

Now how he gets you outta there? Um… he beats your ass :D

Just a lil beating, then he takes you to Liu Kang in hopes that he can fix whatever is going on in your brain

Liu Kang is able to free your mind because god shit, but he says you gotta stay at the academy so he can keep an eye on you

Tomas should’ve been able to let you go, but for some reason he just couldn’t

He asks Liu Kang for updates on you, then eventually he just decides to visit in person

Now, considering Tomas is the one that saved you, and the academy isn’t a torture dungeon, I don’t think you’d be super alarmed when you see him

You just kinda stand there

He introduces himself, then tries to start small conversation and let you know that you’re safe now. You write you responses down on a notepad, which is odd but he’ll take it

“Do you have any family?” [No] “There’s gotta be someone out there missing you right now. You sure you can’t remember where they are?” [They’re dead. All of them]

Do I smell twinsies?!

Tomas knows the pain of losing loved ones and feels sad for you. He shares his story about how he lost his family. He doesn’t expect you to share what happened to yours, but he wants you to know that you’re not alone

This is where your bond starts. Maybe feeling safe in someone because of shared trauma is a bit wonky, but who cares?

He continues visiting you and chats with you. He tells you more about his family when you ask him to

Then comes the reveal

[I’m a bad person] “What? Why would you say that?” [I’ve killed people] “So have I” [I killed my family]

You write this long explanation, explaining that your first mission was to kill your immediate family

He’s shocked for sure, but he doesn’t blame you

He reminds you that you were just a child. Hell, you still are a child! You were also tortured and mind controlled. You didn’t want to do any of the stuff you were forced to do

[I miss them but I don’t think I’m allowed to] “Yes you are”

He couldn’t imagine carrying that much guilt around. Sure, he feels guilty about his family, but he didn’t kill them. He couldn’t imagine having memories of him killing the people he loves, and being forced to live with it

Tomas is very open with you about his own guilt and how he works to move on

It won’t be an easy journey, but he’s never giving up on you

Tomas becomes a friend, a mentor, an older brother (or father) all wrapped in one

When I tell you he’s never going to abandon you, I mean that shit. He’ll be by your side in everything and refuses to leave

He shares tips on grieving and guilt

Once you’re ready, he even takes you to your family’s gravesite

He lets you take all the time you need because he knows how badly you need this

Recovery is never an easy road. Tomas knows this from first hand experience. Doesn’t matter though because Tomas is always gonna be there to lift you up when you fall

Overall, Tomas would handle the guilt aspect the best. He has his own experience when it comes to losing family and guilt, so he’d understand how you feel

I feel like I keep giving Tomas the least amount of words, and that is not on purpose. I just be tired by the time I get to him😭. I still love you pookie

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cl0ud-ninex · 1 year ago

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Can we just take a moment to talk about how FINE Bi Han is in Mk 1? Plz🙏

Where are my fellow Bi Han lovers?!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk 2023 #sub zero #bi han #Bi han mk 1 #I have so much to talk about with this new mortal kombat #But fr where are my bi han lovers?#That voice is not helping #💙🖤#🧊❄️🖤

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heavenlyvision · 1 year ago

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Until hell freezes over

Word count: 6.7k

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

This is a part two to when hell freezes over

A/N: Longest fic so far woohoo, I’m overjoyed at the interactions and comments I got from the first part so thank you for the attention. I’m glad you’ve all been enjoying my writing; it encourages me to write more! I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first and please reach out with any thoughts, feelings, questions, anything of the sort. I am happy to interact with everyone. And thank you for reading! :)

Summary: Ever since you and Bi-Han had sex he’s been staring at you even more than before, not that he’s admitted to it yet. A competition begins between the two of you, who can hold out longest?

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, p in v sex, creampie, possessive!Bi-Han, hickeys (reader receiving), pussy slapping (one), inappropriate use of Bi-Hans official title, minor appearance of pussy drunk Bi-Han, return of mean Bi-Han, special appearance of soft Bi-Han, no use of y/n

Following the events of the other night, Bi-Han has been staring at you a lot more frequently. You can’t be certain what he’s thinking about, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. You had both mutually agreed to keep what happened between yourselves, but he keeps giving you bedroom eyes and it isn’t going to take long for someone to catch on if he keeps looking at you like that.

Subtlety does not seem to be Bi-Han’s strong suit, which you feel is cosmically ironic considering how subtle he is in other facets of his life. His eyes set you on fire, you know what he wants from you. You haven’t slept with him since the first time, three days ago now.

The reason for this is because you needed time to recover from the world class fucking you received the first time and because you want to get to know him more; by actually talking to him. Not that, that stops him from shoving you up against walls and sticking his tongue in your mouth when he gets the chance. Just the memories of his indiscretions make you vibrate with arousal.

Other than those few shared, private moments, he’s respected the fact that you don’t want to have sex again yet. He is getting impatient though, you can tell by the way his constant staring has gotten more intense. His eyes track your every move when you’re close to him, sometimes it seems like he’s actively fighting the urge to pick you up and walk away with you over his shoulder.

Everyone is in the training area right now, and Bi-Han is standing by Lord Liu Kang, and yup, he is staring at you, again. You really can’t be shocked anymore; you’ve come to realise that the most he communicates is with his eyes and his grunts.

Lord Liu Kang steps away from Bi-Han to talk with Kuai Liang on the other side of the training area, you take the opening to slowly shuffle yourself up next to Bi-Han.

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you say quietly, keeping your head forward.

“Looking at you like what?”

You have to try real hard not to make a face of annoyance at him. He always does this, acts dense on purpose just to get under your skin.

“Like we’ve had sex,” you hush out at him.

He moves to stand directly in front of you and tilting his head down slightly he says, “That is a little difficult, considering we have had sex, sweet girl.”

He’s taunting you, it’s not fair, the nickname, his words, it’s all not fair to you and he knows it. It’s why he does it, he wants you to break first, to beg him for it, and as the days pass by, you’re worried you will cave and beg him to fuck you. And he is counting on it, it’s probably part of the reason why he pushes you up against walls and kisses your breath away. You get the feeling that the man has an impeccable resolve, which makes you want to break it. It’s turned into an unspoken competition between the two of you.

“You aren’t being very fair,” you try not to, but you can’t help but pout at him.

His eyes sparkle as he looks at your sulking face, “I’m not trying to be fair,”

Bastard, you go to tell him as much, but he cuts you off, “I am trying to get you to ask me for what you need, I want you to ask me sweetly to fuck you.”

He has said you undo him, but he is actively pulling you apart, he wants you at his feet and you’re afraid that you might comply. You are strong, you can resist him, you just have to want to win more than him and you are competitive. You’ve decided you’re going to turn his constant stares and teasing into determination. You are determined to win, you want him coming to you, head in his hands asking you for your body.

He can see the way your eyes harden with your own resolve and his light up in an amused way at it, you find it maddening that he’s getting joy from this.

“You will not be winning this, Grandmaster.” You say his title to stab home your determination, you want him to know that he is the one who turned this into a challenge. One that you aren’t willing to lose.

The use of his official title is effective, his smile falters for a second, a glimmer or his underlying arousal for you shining through his mirth. Good, you think.

“Mmm where has my sweet girl gone?” He asks you, his smug nature intact. Not good, you think, he might be able to play dirty better than you.

Your confidence in yourself is waning the longer he looks at you, “Just… stop looking at me.”

A smile breaks out across his face, “Not if it’ll get you to break first.”

You keep showing him your hand, he makes you weak, and he likes that about you. Maybe it would be smarter to use that to your advantage, rather than pretending he doesn’t affect you. He’s able to read you impeccably well, any lie you try and give him is probably going to fall flat. Lying isn’t something you consider yourself to be bad at but trying to lie to Bi-Han is like trying to lie to someone who can read minds, so it’s better to just avoid it.

“You’re right Bi-Han, I want you, badly, all the time,” you’re looking at him as innocently as possible.

One of his eyebrows raises in response, “Are you asking for something?” He’s hoping you are.

“Nope. Just letting you know how much I want you. All the time.” You state before walking over to where you were previously standing with Johnny and Kenshi.

You would’ve liked to keep talking with him, but you have a feeling that would be more to your detriment than his. Tuning back into Kenshi and Johnny’s conversation you realise they’re arguing, because of course they are.

“Just give the sword back Johnny!” Kenshi sounds exasperated with him, this is not the first time they’ve argued over this, and you have a feeling it won’t be the last.

“No way man! Do you know how much this cost me?” Johnny is just as equally exasperated as Kenshi. Their relationship and squabbles amuse you, until –

“Settle this, do you think he should give Sento back?” They both turn to you suddenly, dragging you into this argument against your will. How nice of them.

You really do not want to be dragged into this, “I have no stake in this, guys.”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s why you should decide for us,” Johnny adds.

Why would they want you to settle this, whatever you decide the other would be angry with and you like both of them.

“Look, guys, this isn’t something that another person can solve for you, and I’d really rather not pick, I don’t want to lose a friend based on a choice I make.”

They both stare at you, God, what is with all these men and staring.

Then you feel it, his looming presence coming up behind you, he grabs your shoulder to get your attention. You drop your head back to look up at him.

“Did you have something to ask, Sub-Zero?”

He looks down his nose at you, “mmm, you need to come with me.”

Straightening your head, you look forward again, you go to address the two men in front of you but before you can, Johnny looks at Bi-Han and says, “Wait, before you leave, settle this for us. Who do you think should have Sento?”

Bi-Han looks at the pair of them dead eyed for a moment, trying to give Johnny a chance to take his question back, “Don’t care.” He states plainly before grabbing your arm and walking away.

Why Johnny thought asking him was a good idea you have no idea, you turn around quickly to apologise to them both, they’re giving you a sympathetic look. Their pity is granted because to them, you’ve just been pulled away by the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. Assumedly, about to get scolded for something, which may be half true. You give them a smile back; to try and assuage any genuine worry they may have, before facing Bi-Han’s back again, following him silently.

He walks you away from the training area into a quiet, empty area of the temple. Your heart is racing, you have no idea what he’s intending to do, he wouldn’t have cracked that easily, which means he’s brought you here for another reason. He’s stopped walking, back facing you.

“Bi-Han, why have you kidnapped me?”

He turns to face you, rolling his eyes at your light-hearted accusation, “I have not kidnapped you, that’s an exaggeration.”

Cocking an eyebrow at him and placing a hand on your hip, you say, “I am well aware, what did you have to ask?”

“How long?” He asks, he needs to start speaking in full sentences, more often than not he will state something like it doesn’t need further explanation.

Though you can probably guess with pretty good accuracy what he’s referring to, that doesn’t mean you’re going to make it easy for him. Time for a taste of his own medicine, he’s often acting intentionally dense to get you to admit to things, now it’s his turn.

“How long for what?”

His eyes harden at you, “How long until I can have all of you again?”

Is he trying to compromise with you? Maybe he wasn��t as confident in his own willpower as you thought, “that depends, are you giving up?”

“No.”

“It’s a competition now, Bi-Han, there is no timeline anymore.” Not that there was ever a timeline, you were just hoping to get to know him a bit more before sleeping with him again but seeing him increasingly get more desperate is too good to turn away from now.

Watching him struggle with what he wants to do next has you realising, two sides of Bi-Han are clashing right now. He’s stubborn but he’s also impatient, it’s thrilling not knowing which side will win.

“It’s a stupid competition. Childish.” He spits the words at you.

“You started it.” You shrug at him.

“I most certainly did not start this.” He points at you.

He’s getting angry now, it has you smiling, “you’re only annoyed now because I’m winning.”

He grunts at you, “This could end right now Bi-Han, if you just admit you’ve lost.” You’re offering him a way out; one you know he won’t take.

“What are the rules?”

You answer him honestly, “I hadn’t considered any.”

He stalks towards you, it has you taking steps back until you hit a wall. Both of his hands come up and cage you against it, he leans down slightly, head angled, “then I will.”

You look up at him, eyes large, taking him all in, “Bi-Han, you’re really pretty,” you tell him your internal thought by accident.

He looks shocked for a second before his head rests on your shoulder, he speaks into your neck, “Sweet, sweet girl, my sweet girl.” He inhales the scent of your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

This situation is precarious for you, if he sweet talks you, you might cave. You need to get him back on topic. But before you can speak to get him back on track, he moves his lips to yours, one of his hands coming off the wall to grab at the side of your face, angling you to his liking. Tongue entering your mouth teasingly, you moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound.

When he pulls back, he smirks at the look on your face, your eyes wet and soft for him, he always makes you feel so pliable. This competition is not made for you, you bend to his will too easily, he’s only kissed you and you want more.

You close your eyes tight, not looking into his eyes will help, he’s got pretty eyes that you fall into every time. You just need to not look at him right now.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his thumb stroking your cheek, a rare sign of the way he coddles you.

“I can’t look at you and your pretty eyes.”

He hums in response, “that’s fine, only need your lips for what I’m doing right now.”

Then he leans in to kiss you again, he’s being gentle, tender, tongue licking into your mouth and exploring, he’s taking his time, kissing your breath away.

He’s officially, completely, distracted from what he was talking about, lips moving against yours, consuming you. He moves his body closer to yours, the feel of him against you has a whimper slipping from you. The sound makes him grunt but it brings him back to himself, and he pulls away, but not before he plants a single wet kiss on your lips and then he’s pulling his lips away completely.

Forehead resting against yours, he huffs, “you wanna give up?”

You nod your head, and he seems pleased, but you continue on to say, “I do, but I’m not going to.” His small moment of triumph ripped from him at your words.

A low grunt is his response to you, he’s disappointed that you haven’t caved but only because he’s not going to either. “Want you and your tight, little–”

“Rules! What rules did you want?” you cut him off, his words are his weapon and right now he’s one good strike away from you giving in and letting him do whatever he wants to you.

He smirks at you, he knows how his words effect you, loves the way you squirm at the things he whispers to you.

“From now on losing counts as, kissing, touching, dirty talk, whispering sweet nothings to each other–”

“–Bi-Han, you’ve done all of those things, just now.” The gall of this man.

“There were no rules before,” he’s dismissive of your complaint.

You have an incredulous look on your face, “well, there goes your whole arsenal then.”

“Not really, I still have my pretty eyes.” He’s making fun of you, but you know the way you react to and compliment him has him soft for you.

“No nicknames?” You ask him.

He glares at you, “no nicknames.” He confirms.

That makes you sulk a bit, not only because calling him Grandmaster was one of your trump cards but also because you like when he calls you sweet girl.

“Can you still call me sweet girl?” You ask him gently; you genuinely don’t want him to stop but you’re also playing dirty by asking and you know it.

His chest rumbles with a deep growl and his head tips back, “Fucken, alright but only because I think it will benefit me more than you.”

When he looks at you again there is a cheeky smile on your face, “compliments? Can I still tell you how pretty your eyes are? Or how I love when your arms are crossed and your muscles become defined, or how hot your hands looks when they flex, or–”

One of his hands moves to cover your mouth, cutting you off, “Jesu– no, no compliments.”

You give the palm of his hand a small kiss and his head falls forward, chin on his chest, “You’re going to kill me,” he sighs.

You’re smiling against his palm; this round goes to you.

❆˖°

It’s been a few days since your rendezvous with Bi-Han, he had to go away for a couple of them to take care of some business but ever since he’s been back you think he’s been avoiding you. And you aren’t sure if that excites or frightens you. The upper hand was yours last time, now you’re worried that he’s plotting his revenge, and you have no idea what he would even do. His rules basically take away all of his trump cards, but they also take away yours. Leaving you both in a weird purgatory state of trying to figure out what to do next without breaking any of the rules.

There are a few options, but unless you can get away with walking around the temple grounds completely naked without anyone seeing you, there isn’t anything that could get him to break quickly enough.

You find yourself back at the rock, you’ve started calling it your enlightenment rock, on account of how often you come here to meditate. Though you aren’t here for spiritual guidance currently. Not unless the spirits can guide you on how to break Bi-Han’s will into fucking you senseless. It feels a little inappropriate to even think about here, but you think best here, and you need the peace right now.

Thinking about what you could do is exhausting, you’re not good at initiating these kinds of things, you’re more of a defence kind of person than attack. Which makes Bi-Han avoiding you even funnier, he’s pretty quick to go on the attack, usually.

You’re at a stalemate and you want to be the one to break it, but you’ll need a for sure thing, if you go in half-cocked and your plan fails it gives him an opening to get you to crack, which, in all honesty, you would. He breaks down all your defences with just a look, and now that you’re thinking about it, that might be his plan.

This is what you mean by thinking about this is mentally taxing, you’re either thinking too hard or not hard enough. The man is unpredictable, and you like that about him, just, not right now. You want to be the one to win and over thinking might cost you the competition.

A big smile breaks out across your face as you are suddenly blessed with a fantastic idea to get the man to break, not the kind of enlightenment you usually come here for but it’s the next best thing.

The moment is taken from you when you feel Bi-Han’s eyes on you, “Hello Bi-Han.” You don’t turn around to look at him.

“How do you always manage to know it’s me? I am a ninja, and I can’t even look at you without you knowing.” He’s curious about your sixth sense for him and you don’t have an answer that would satisfy him.

You shrug your shoulders in response, “I can feel it, that’s the best way to describe it.”

“And what do you feel when I look at you?” He’s moving closer to you, standing directly behind your sitting form. Any closer and his back would be pressed against yours.

You consider what to say, you could lie but like you’ve said, lying to him is damn near impossible, “It feels electric.” It’s the only way you can accurately describe how it feels to have his gaze aimed at you.

He grunts at you in response.

You’re smiling because he’s so soft for you in the oddest of ways, “you asked,” you tell him.

“Shouldn’t have.” He pauses before continuing, “Mmm, what are you doing out here? It’s getting late.”

And it is, you had realised this you just needed the silence to give you ideas for your plan. The temple has too many people and you often get pulled into conversations, you don’t mind, but you’re taking this competition unnecessarily seriously.

“I have been thinking.”

“And what have you been thinking of?” He asks.

“I’d tell you, but I think it would count as whispering sweet nothings to you.”

You can practically feel the way he rolls his eyes from behind you, he huffs a breath out and you can feel the air brush against your neck. You stifle your reaction, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of your body reacting to him without physical touch.

He’s moving his face closer to the back of yours, lips close to you neck but never touching, “there is nothing I can say right now that won’t break those stupid rules.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you at his breath whispering over your skin “you made them.”

“Might break them too. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me breaking first, taking you however I desire–”

“–You are walking a very thin line Bi-Han,” you remind him, he often gets lost in the words he speaks to you.

He takes a step back, sighing again, “Come back to the temple, dinner will be served soon.”

You look back at him and smile, “I’ll be up soon.”

“Don’t take too long, it’s supposed to be cold tonight,” he mumbles at you as he begins to walk away.

It’s adorable, the way he cares if you eat on time or if you’ll be warm. He’s driving you crazy without even realising it, if he turned back and said one more thing concerning your wellbeing, you’d break the rules by running up to him and hugging him.

❆˖°

Waiting is all you can do right now; you’re waiting until everyone has gone back to their quarters so that you can sneak into Bi-Han’s and put your plan into action. It’s not going to be particularly fair to him and you don’t know if he’ll classify it as cheating, but you don’t classify it as cheating, not technically anyways.

It’s almost quarter to midnight when it sounds like everyone has turned in for the night and you take the opportunity to sneak from your room and briskly walk to Bi-Han’s.

Approaching the door, you tentatively knock at it, waiting for him to answer and slide the door open feels like it takes forever but when he does you feel like you might fold on the spot, he’s wearing a loose robe, his whole chest on display and the worst part is, his hair is down and in his face a little. He has such soft looking hair, and you want nothing more than to run your hands through it.

Bi-Hans face is decidedly unhappy until he realises it’s you at his door, and then he’s smug, taking in your gaze, all gooey for him.

“Evening, sweet girl, you here to give in?” He’s grinning at you like you’re his prey.

You hurry inside past him, careful not to touch him, “No, I’m here to win.”

He groans, exasperated at you, like he couldn’t just cave now and end it all. “C’mon, just give in, I know you want to.”

“and I know you want to, too,” you’re standing in the middle of his room awkwardly, you’re trying to decide how you’re going to do this.

He slides the door closed and turns to look at you, his head crooking to the side slightly, hair falling into his face a bit. His arms are crossed over his chest, and it has your skin on fire, he looks irresistible to you right now and it’s not fair.

“What are you here to do, exactly?” He raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

You purse your lips, you know exactly what you want to do, you’re just feeling a little shy. Fuck it you think, and you shrug your own robe off your body, you’re completely bare beneath it.

Bi-Han’s eyes go wide, “What are you planning, sweet girl?” He’s breathless at your bare figure in front of him, completely taken aback by your uncharacteristic boldness.

You move over to his bed and sit down on it, propping yourself up against his pillows, “I’m going to touch myself and I’m going to make you watch.” You’re fighting against your own embarrassment, skin breaking out in a deep blush.

He looks entirely too pleased with this situation, “Mmm, go on then, show me how you touch yourself.”

“You can’t sweet talk me! that was one of your rules,” you point at him, “If you break the rules you lose,” you’re pouting at him.

He’s nodding his head, staring at your legs, waiting not so patiently for you to part them, “mmhm, I know, just spread your sweet thighs.”

You’re not sure if you should call him on that or not but since you’re also walking a thin line you let it go. He’s moving to sit at the foot of the bed, eyes never leaving your body as he does.

Slowly, you part your legs, and he lets out a quiet growl at the sight of your pussy, wet and wanting. Reaching down, your fingers run through your slick, spreading it all over your folds. You insert one finger into your hole, whining at the feeling, before you move it to your clit, rubbing small, controlled circles into it.

Little whimpers and quiet whines leave your mouth, you’re trying to hold in your sounds as you use your fingers to bring you pleasure. Looking over at Bi-Han you can see a thinly veiled animalistic look in his eyes, he’s trying to restrain himself. Feeling tortured by his inability to touch or even speak to you right now.

Your movements speed up on your clit and a gasp is ripped from you, Bi-Han’s staring heightening your pleasure.

“Ffuck – stop, stop.” He’s suddenly asking you to stop.

“Mmm, but I am so – ngh – close,” you don’t stop, your breaths coming faster and whines pitching higher, you’re so close to finishing.

Eyes wet with how close your high is, your other hand reaching up to grab your own breast. Bi-Han looks angry, his hand reaches out and rips yours away from your pussy. You whine in response to your pleasure being ripped from you at the last second.

“I told you to stop, shit.” He looks really angry, and you can’t help but feel a little smug, a small, suppressed, smile painting itself on your lips.

“You lost,” you tell him, though by how angry he is, you think he already knows that.

He squints at you with an accusatory glare, “wouldn’t have if you just fucken listened to me.”

“Yeah, but I wanted you to lose.”

He snarls at you, “you fucken win and now I’m taking you how I want.”

“Okay,” you smile brilliantly at him.

“Try not to be so pleased with yourself.” He’s hot when he’s grumpy.

But you can’t help it, you won, and he lost and now you can have sex with him again and feel victorious. It’s a good day to be you.

He moves over you and leans down, kissing you harshly, he pulls away but only to pull your mouth open and then he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth. You moan against him; you’ve missed his lips against yours. He’s being more forceful with you than usual, sexually frustrated and annoyed that he’s lost this arbitrary competition against you.

Pulling his lips from yours he starts kissing your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin.

“Bi-Han, not my neck, the others will see–”

“–Good, mine, you’re mine.” He sucks another mark into the centre of your collarbones, “Isn’t that right, my sweet girl?”

You nod your head, “Mhm, m’yours.”

The groan he lets out can be felt against your skin where his mouth is attached, he continues downwards. Sucking hickeys into your skin as he goes. He reaches your cunt and nuzzles his face into it, licking between your folds. His actions make you whine, back coming off the bed, his hand reaches up and pushes you back to the bed by your stomach.

Then he uses both hands to spread your thighs further apart, enough so that he can fit his shoulders between your legs. He turns his head into your thigh and sucks a mark there.

“Got such a pretty cunt, Mm gonna fucken ruin you,” your hole clenches at his words and he watches, he has a wolfish smile on his face at your reaction.

“God, fucken missed seeing how needy you are, love the way your body reacts to me,” he adds.

He’s driving you mental, “please,”

“Mmm? You need something, sweetie?” His tone is mocking, he knows exactly what you want.

“Want your mouth, on me, please?”

“Say you want my mouth on your cunt and then I might oblige.” He’s staring into your eyes, waiting for you to repeat his words.

It has you blushing again, it feels so filthy to say out loud to him, “I want your mouth on my cunt, please.” Your voice wavers as you mumble the words out.

You feel really exposed, legs over his shoulders as he looks at you, refusing to break eye contact.

“Not good enough, try again,” he has an amused look on his face, but his tone is serious.

You repeat yourself louder, “want your mouth on my cunt, please, Bi-Han,” you whine a little as you say it.

He chuckles at you, “all you had to say, sweetheart.”

He tucks his head down and licks along the length of your pussy, your back goes to arch again but he predicts that and moves his hand back to your stomach and holds you down.

His tongue enters your hole, licking into you before moving up to your clit, then he suctions onto it. Two of his fingers coming up to enter you, crooking them up into you, finding the spot he did last time and fucking into it.

You’re biting your lip trying to keep the noises in, head rolling back onto the pillows behind you. He removes his mouth from your clit but doesn’t stop his fingers.

“Eyes on me, do not stop looking.” He warns.

You aren’t focusing though, his fingers inside you taking you elsewhere. He pulls them from you and smacks your pussy at your lack of response, it has you jolting upright.

“Eyes on me, and stop biting your lip, wanna hear you.” His words slur together a little.

You look him in the eyes again, “yes, Grandmaster.” You mumble mindlessly, a little lost in the pleasure he’s given you.

“Fffuck, look at you, so pretty and dazed.” He moves his mouth back to your pussy, lapping at you like his last meal.

He’s eating you out with the conviction of a man who’s afraid he’ll never do it again, you maintain eye contact with him, but you feel like they might cross. You move your hands to his head, grabbing at his hair. He hums at the feel of your fingers pulling at him.

You’re getting closer to your peak; he stuffs his fingers back inside you and it pulls a loud moan from you. He groans into your cunt, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge. His fingers speed up as he sucks unforgivingly at your clit. Your moans come louder and faster, and then he pulls his mouth away to blow cold air on your clit, it feels sharp and has you coming with a yelp. Your hands move to grab at his sheets, attempting to ground yourself.

He’s pleased, watching you fall apart on his fingers, when you’ve come down from your high, he pulls his fingers from you. But he leans down again and licks up your cum, he keeps licking at you and you try to wiggle away from his unrelenting tongue.

He pushes you down and uses both hands to hold your thighs open, “stay fucken still.”

“Ngh – it’s too much Bi-Han, mm sensitive, please.”

“I know but you’re gonna take it.” He tells you.

He’s licking at you fervently, in your pussy hole, your clit, sucking on your folds, he’s lost in your cunt. He flattens his tongue against you and shakes his head and it has you coming suddenly against your will. A breathy whine pulled from deep inside your chest, the force of it bites at you, the feeling too much. Your grip on his sheets hardening, if you were more present, you’d worry about tearing them.

He pulls back satisfied with the way you’re squirming, he keeps his hands on your thighs, holding them apart.

He’s staring at your fluttering hole, “could suck on your pussy for the rest of my life.”

Your thighs are fighting against his hands trying to close, he lets go and lets you close them. You take a moment to catch your breath, the overstimulation sending shocks through your body. A sharp kind of pleasure.

Tears in the corners of your eyes, one falling, Bi-Han climbs on top of you and leans down, licking it away.

“You’re such a sensitive little thing.” He whispers to you.

Then he moves his mouth to yours, devouring you through a kiss. He kisses you until you’re reaching up to him, running your hands through his hair, and then tugging him away.

He pulls back from you, lips ghosting over yours, “What is it?”

“Want you, please?”

His grin is wide, “love the way you ask me for things, such a polite girl.”

He pulls back, resting on his knees as he undoes his robe, throwing it onto the floor, the sight of him bare makes your cunt jump and mouth water.

He locks eyes with you, “You’re staring.”

“Yes.” Is all you can manage, “you’re… beautiful.”

“Jesus woman, too nice, such a nice girl.” He leans down and pecks your lips, your cheeks, he noses at the side of your face before kissing your ear, neck, anywhere he can reach.

Your hands reach out to rest on his shoulders and your legs move to rest your thighs on his hips, pulling him closer. His skin rests against yours, and you hug him to you. Your face moves to the crook of his neck, and you place a kiss there.

His hips slowly start to grind into you, the sweet intimate moment broken by his dick slipping through your folds.

“Sooo, fucken wet, always so wet an messy, mmph,” he speaks into your neck.

You move your hips against him, the feel of his cock rubbing against you making you wetter, rutting yourself into him more, “Bi-han, need it, please.”

“ngh – you can – hah – fucken wait,” he’s teasing you, your punishment for winning.

You whimper as his dick continuously slides over your clit; his upper half pulls away so he can look down to where he’s rubbing against you. Enjoying the way your hips are raising to chase him.

Deciding to take mercy on you and himself, he grabs the base of his cock, and slips the head into you, “hah – I forgot how fucken – ngh – ridiculously tight you are.” He groans at the feel of you wrapped around him, “you’re so – mph – warmmm.”

“Bi-Hannn~” you moan his name; he keeps sliding into you at a leisurely pace, trying not to hurt you.

“I needa fuck you more often – nghh, keep this cunt ready for me.” His hands are back on your thighs, keeping you open so he can watch himself slide into you.

You can feel his dick twitching inside you, he’s turned on watching the way he’s splitting you open. He’s about halfway in when he starts rubbing your clit, moving a hand off your thigh to do so, “you needa relax for me, sweetie.”

Your pussy clenches around him, “that’s hard when you keep talking.”

“Mmm, love the way I talk to you, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” he knows, he just loves the ego boost he gets from hearing you confirm it.

Then he drives all the way into you, and it pushes a gasp from your lungs, a long-drawn-out groan comes from Bi-Han. His question was just to distract you so he could bully his cock the rest of the way into you.

He looks up to the ceiling and away from where you’re connected, “ffffff–”

You raise your hips to grind against him, clit rubbing against his pelvis, the full feeling has you seeing stars.

“Mpphh – stop, unless you want me cumming now.” He warns you.

You whimper at him but can’t stop grinding into him, he pulls his hand from one of your hips and pushes them down, holding you still. The way he can hold you down turns you on, you’re still trying to rut up against him though.

You whine his name, and he snarls at you, “hold fucken still, needy fucken–” Your cunt tightens around him, and he has to take a breath, his dick twitching in you.

He shoots you an angry glare, “I can’t help it,” you tell him.

He knows but he doesn’t want this being ruined because he came too soon. He lowers his body down and presses flat against you. Skin to skin, it has you preening, you wrap your legs completely around him, ankles connecting behind him. He sinks deeper at your movement and a guttural moan comes from deep in his chest.

Pulling his head from your neck he presses kisses all over your face before taking your lips in his again, kissing you deeply, passionately. Licking into you deliberately, taking his time. Then he starts gently pulling from you, moving in and out of you at a languid pace. His tenderness makes your heart sing, his pace is consistent, unrelenting, and makes your head spin.

Lips parting from yours he moves to your ear, whispering praises to you, “sweet girl – ngh – sweet cunt, tastes so sweet – mph – sounds you make are so sweet.” Soft clapping noises are filling the room.

The sounds in the room are a mix of the slapping of skin against skin and the wet noises your cunt is making. It’s making him dizzy, he’s holding back, being gentle and sweet, always trying to remember to be careful with you.

“Grandmaster – hah – harder please, I want more, want all of it.” You tell him, trying to encourage him to let go, to fuck you how he pleases. Like how he promised.

“Mphh – fucken, whatever you want, sweet girl – shiii” He kisses your cheek, before moving his head back a bit.

One of his hands braces behind your head on the bed, the other grabs your hip, holding you against him tightly. He spreads his knees slightly and then he’s fucking into you at such an unforgiving velocity it leaves you breathless, weepy moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth in a broken manner.

“How’s – hah ngh – this?” he asks you, smirking cockily at you.

“good, sogood – mph – always so good Grandmaster.”

He speeds up more, something you wouldn’t have thought possible, “never letting you go, mine, you’re fucken – ngh – mine now, sweet girl.”

You feel overwhelmed, his words, the speed of his thrusts, the strength of them, it’s making you cry. Bi-Han notices and laughs, “too fucken much for you? Mmph – look so cute when you cry.”

You nod your head, eyes glassy as you look at him, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes. His smile is filled with pride, he loves that look on your face, never wants to forget it.

Your hand is grabbing onto his forearm by your head, the other scratching at his back, the feeling of your nails digging into his skin has him moaning. He looks down your bodies, watching where you connect.

“I’ve missed the way your – ngh – little cunt creams around me – mph,” he mumbles out, words slurring together, he’s getting closer to cumming.

Your pussy tightens around him, almost impossibly so, “cumming, mm cumming – hah–” You warn him, gasping moans leaving you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck – nghh – you feel sooo – ngh,” He’s cumming too, pumping you full of his cum.

He keeps fucking it into you until you tell him it’s too much, then he’s leaning down and wrapping his arms around you. He takes you with him as he rolls onto his back. Leaving you resting on top of him, his cock still inside you, both of your releases leaking from your hole.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed you. Couldn’t say it earlier, might’ve counted as sweet talking” He whispers against you.

Your heart leaps at his confession, “I missed you too, a lot.”

“We aren’t ever doing this stupid competition ever again.” He looks you firmly in your eyes, trying to drive home his point.

“Yes, Grandmaster.” You joke with him.

But he groans in response, and you can feel his cock hardening inside you, it has you blushing and tucking your head into his neck, hiding your face.

He chuckles at you, “Shouldn’t have deprived me, it’s gonna be a long night for you, sweet girl, I’m nowhere near done with you and your sweet little cunt.”

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A/N: Oh mi gosh, 🤭 Bi-Han went a lil crazy in this. I make no apologies, you asked, and I supplied. And again I’m glad so many people enjoyed my first part. I say this every time but please if you want another part, or if you have any thoughts, feelings, ideas, requests, please reach out! I love hearing from everyone, and I am more than happy to interact with people.

Part three

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