#mk bihan smut

[v4nill4s]

out of my head, tonight

pairing: bi-han x afab reader

tags: nsfw, 18+, smut, fluff, vaginal sex, riding, nipple play, grinding, creampie, dacryphilia.

word count: 1091

summary: When Bi-Han called you to his office to give a last look over tomorrow’s attack plan, you were already in bed. So, you decided that, fuck it, you’re going in pajamas. And then he gets a boner.

He can’t be serious, you think, when Bi-Han knocks at your door at three in the morning. After a long day, you were finally getting ready to sleep, and now the grandmaster summons you to go over tomorrow’s plan. He’s lucky you’re even awake.

You begrudgingly open the door. And then realize too late that you’re still in pajamas. Well, whatever.

“Does it need to be right now?” you ask incredulously.

“I apologize for the time, but there have been some unforeseen changes to the situation, we need to go over it as soon as possible. I’m sure you understand.”

“Yeah, I get it.” And right now, should be when you ask for a minute to get changed. But maybe the meeting will be over fast and you can get back to bed, so who really cares. Besides, the nightgown isn’t that bad.

You step out the door and walk with Bi-Han to his office. The way there is quiet, but from time to time you feel his gaze on you. Every time you look at him questioning, he looks away. When you reach the door, he motions you to enter first, and you do so.

He follows suit and goes over to his desk, sitting in his chair. Pulling out some maps from the drawer, he begins, “So, about tomorrows infiltration…” You lean on the desk, hands supporting you. “It seems that this area,” he points to the back entrance of the fortress, where you planned to use as an access point, “is going to be more heavily guarded than we initially thought.”

“Hm… What about the underground passage?” you offer, moving to rest on your forearms instead.

“It’s an option, but we can’t be sure of what’s in there.” He finally looks up from the map, but his eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they get caught in your chest, and you realize that in your position, the dress exposes your cleavage. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes when he notices you caught him, his voice a little strained.

“No need,” you say, readjusting the strap of your dress so it hangs further up. “We really can’t get past their defenses in the back?”

“Not with our current numbers.” Right, it was supposed to be a stealth mission, so not many are included to not draw too much attention. You circle around the desk to get a better view of the map, settling beside Bi-Han. You notice how he avoids looking at you, words still coming out stiff. “I was thinking of going in through the west, but it would take a lot longer.”

You go to answer, but your eyes catch the slight bulge in his pants. Oh. Well, you should probably ignore it. It’s not like he meant for you to see it. Still, perhaps you can play a little with him. You loosen your nightgown, so that the extra skin is once again exposed.

And then, you’re being pulled to his lap, your thighs straddling him, his hands on your hips. You can finally feel his erection on you. But then he doesn’t do anything, except look a bit absent-minded. “Fuck, I’m sorry. You’re just…”

Yeah, maybe this is your fault. But maybe you’re also enjoying seeing the usually composed grandmaster lose his mind for you. “I told you, don’t be sorry.” Your hand moves to the back of his neck, and he immediately understands and comes forward to kiss you.

It’s messy, exploratory, how he licks into your mouth, how you gasp at the feeling. His hands move to grope your chest through your clothes, thumbs circling your nipples, and he’s overpowering all of your senses. You can feel the head of his cock against your pussy, the layers of fabric lessening the friction, but it still pulls a moan out of you.

He dives lower, latching onto the skin on your neck, licking and sucking. Your eyes fall shut, breaths coming ragged as he litters your skin with kisses and bites that are sure to leave bruises tomorrow. You hope they’re visible.

Suddenly, Bi-Han pulls back with a groan, and you go to protest at the loss, but before you can, he’s hurriedly taking off your dress, leaving you in just your panties. Oh, you forgot you didn’t even put on a bra before coming here. That actually explains… a lot.

“Wanted to do that since I saw you in your room.”

Then, he’s lapping his tongue at your nipple, the cold sensation hardening it. One of his hands moves to your other tit, massaging the skin, whines escaping your lips. You might actually be going insane, because how the hell is this man so good at this. Your hands shoot up to his hair, tugging at it when he licks just right.

His tongue circles the hard nub, and he bites down lightly while his thumb rolls over your other one, and it’s all too much. You grind down in search of more contact, feel his hardness rub against you, but he keeps his mouth on you. He sucks your nipple like you’re his respite, like he needs it to survive.

“Bi-Han…” you plead, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

You’re so wet at this point, your panties are already soaked. Bi-Han parts from you, and god, he looks so pretty with heavy-lidded eyes, hair falling from his bun. He presses his hand to your pussy, feeling just how much you want him, and uses his thumb to slide your panties to the side. “You need me that bad?”

He slides his fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness, and brings them to his mouth. As he licks around his fingers, he maintains eye contact, his gaze filled with lust. You nod, afraid of what might come out if you try to answer with words.

“Then take it.”

Lifting yourself off Bi-Han’s lap momentarily, you pull down his pants. His cock jumps to his stomach, and you whimper at the sight. He’s so much thicker than you expected, bigger than you’ve ever taken, and you need him inside.

Once you’re lined up over him, you lower yourself slowly, getting accustomed to his length. When you finally get down to the base, both of you moan unabashedly. Your pussy leaks around him, making a mess on his lap. You feel so full, it’s addicting.

Slowly, you raise your hips again, but when you go to drop down, Bi-Han pulls you down instead, his hands on your waist, and you gasp in surprise when he hits just the right spot. Of course he wouldn’t give up control, you think. One of his hands moves to support you from underneath, gripping at your ass, and he helps you up again.

He assists your movements, and you’re grateful for it. Wet sounds fill the room as he thrusts up to meet you halfway, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Keeping his pace, he says between groans, “You’re doing so well for me.”

It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but you yank his hair harder, eyes falling closed, and he smirks seeing the reaction his words have on you. He fills you up completely with each thrust, both of you unable to keep quiet, and the sheer notion that somebody might hear brings you closer.

“I need to… need…” your words so muddled they’re barely coherent.

Your hand snaps to your pussy, rubbing your clit, and you feel how he’s close too, pace becoming faster and more irregular. As he guides your moves, his hold on you grows colder, icy particles forming beneath his hands. It sends shivers through you, both the way he loses control of his cryomancy and the fact that you’re the reason.

You come abruptly, the sensation ticking through your whole body, and you’re full-on sobbing now. Bi-Han groans when you clench around him, vibrating on his cock, and he pulls you closer, hands gripping you tighter.

“Oh fuck…” is all warning he gives before coming inside you, moans spilling past his lips carelessly. You appreciate how he doesn’t try to hide the sweet sounds, either from you or anyone who could pass by at this hour. He looks so disheveled; more hair fell out of his bun and now sticks to his forehead, expressions scantly concealed.

“You’re beautiful,” you say. The orgasm apparently left you with no filter. You kiss the curve of his nose, and he smiles in a way you hadn’t thought him capable of.

His thumb rises to your cheek, wiping the tears. Then, he moves to cup your jaw and compels you to his mouth. The kiss is almost gentle, in midst of his saliva and your own slick he tasted before. You hardly have the energy to kiss him as intensely as you want to, but your hands still grasp at his biceps, wanting for more.

His cum slides down your thigh when he reluctantly maneuvers you off him, still on his lap though, and you shift uncomfortably. “We need to rest. Tomorrow’s mission is going to be very demanding.” he says, though the hesitation is clear in his voice. Now that you think about it, it’s going to be very hard to focus with… him on your mind. And there’s also the fact that your legs feel like jelly.

“What if we��� delayed the mission,” you propose, unsure.

Bi-Han raises his eyebrows slightly, and it very visibly crosses his mind what this little session implied for your fighting capabilities. “That could be arranged.”

“In that case, can you—­­­­”­­

“Go to sleep. I’ll find you tomorrow.”

Oh. You were half expecting him to fuck you right now, but at least he’s promising a tomorrow. He’s right, you are sleepy, and it must be almost four in the morning by this point. Though you would very much sleep better with him by your side.

“Come with me,” you say, still kind of in a daze. It’s not a question, and he doesn’t treat it like one. He gets up from the chair and sets you down comfortably on it while he gathers your discarded clothes. After pulling his pants back up, he dresses you up again and picks you up bridal style. There’s no one else awake, and the corridors are quiet as he makes his way to your room.

You almost fall asleep in his arms, but eventually he gets there and places you on your bed. Bi-Han removes his shirt, making himself comfortable, and lies down next to you. He didn’t take off his clothes before, so you didn’t get to see it, but now the multitude of scars and blemishes across his chest and abdomen are visible.

He looks almost sinful, the moonlight that shines through the window outlining his ungodly sculpted muscles. You can’t resist the urge to trace your fingertips over the skin, feeling the undoubtable result of years of rigorous training. Truly a sight to behold. You want to commit every detail to memory. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes trained on you.

“What?” you ask.

“You look so pretty.” Funny how you were just thinking the same thing about him. It draws a smile from you. You pull your blanket over both of you and snug into him, arm draped over his torso, and it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep like that.

[whimsyvixen]

Give me the mean brother. He doesn't need no fixing.

[glorysbox]

bihan x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

wc: 1.1k

warnings: explicitly 18+, bihan is mean, slight mention of power imbalance, slightly possessive bihan, coming inside, brief breeding mention at the end

Your Grandmaster is stressed.

It’s evident in the way his hips snap into your own, his cock buried in the warmth of your sex. Evident in the way he has little regard for your feelings or your own pleasure—clearly displayed in the cruel way he fucks into you and the punishingly cold grip that he has on your body. It stings—the icy feeling of his fingertips dug into the flesh of your hips.

“You belong under me,” his voice is low and even, nearly drowned out by the obscenely wet sounds that have you clenching tightly around him. “Be glad that you have this opportunity.”

You don’t respond. It’s not like you can, anyway—your face is buried into the mat of the floor, lips bitten as you desperately try to prevent any moans that Bi-han forces out of you. Your wetness pools around the base of his cock, sticky strings breaking with each pull out of you and reforming with each brutal push inside of you. It dribbles down, down your thighs, staining the mat under the both of you. Messy enough to be clinging to his balls and painting his thighs. Had you not been turned away from him—face down and ass up—you’d be able to notice the way he’s struggling to hold back the noises that threaten to escape his throat. You’d be able to see the way he bites his lip; see the way that his eyebrows are so tightly drawn together and see the way his cheeks are painted a rosy shade of pink. There’s a reason why he only fucks you from behind.

You are glad, though. It’s beyond you why Bi-han has taken such a liking to specifically you—despite being Lin Kuei, you perform significantly worse than your peers and struggle to keep up with the intensive training that you’re all forced to endure every day. It’s clear that he only keeps you around for one reason. Stress relief.

There’s a part of him that secretly relishes in the way you’re so much weaker than he is.

Bi-han doesn’t ever touch you. Doesn’t truly ever lay claim to your body through possessive touches as much as you secretly would like—but you don’t complain. You never complain. The fact that your Grandmaster comes to you of all people to relieve his stress is enough—and you do your best to help him. You really do. It’s not shown on his face, evident in his words or displayed in his actions, but Bi-han does truly enjoy how easily you bend to his will. He finds himself reveling in how easily controlled you are—and you don’t mind. You never do. It’s okay for him to use you… he is your Grandmaster, after all.

Cold fingers snake their way up your body, resting on your back—dipping in the center to push you further towards the ground. You shudder. Bi-han, for once, decides to not be (so) rough with you. This time, he won’t bury your face into the mat and grip your hair and force you to take the brutal pace of his cock until you’re cumming all over him. He’s in a good mood today.

Bi-han takes advantage of the way he’s forced you to arch under him, his cock drilling into you faster and a tad bit harder than before—the loud noises of your arousal probably audible to anyone who’d walk by the room. You can’t help but whine at this. It’s unintentional. Something that you can’t hold back… usually, you’re better at keeping yourself quiet. Bi-han likes it when you’re quiet. That’s what you thought, at least.

“Who’s your Grandmaster?” Bi-han’s hand grips your hair, pulling you back and forcing your neck to crane. He’s not feeling so benevolent anymore. His pace increases, his cock pumping inside of you harshly enough to the point where you can’t help but moan. He makes an effort to tilt his hips ever so slightly—the blunt tip of his cock rubbing alongside the spots he knows makes you cream around him. For someone that claims to only care for his own pleasure… he knows your body very, very well. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, hands clawing at the mat below you as his grip in your hair tightens. His tone is gravelly—low—and you find a strong feeling of need throbbing in your lower body at the sound of his voice. “Say it. Don’t disappoint me.”

You could never dream of it.

“B—Bi-han…” Your voice comes out as a long, drawn out whine. You’re usually more mindful of your volume—but the feeling of him pressing into you like this, so relentlessly—you can’t help it. Hands gripping the mat to steady yourself, there’s nothing to stop the sounds that you make from escaping. You try to bite your lip—but he just presses deeper into you. Making you whine more. Your body trembles under him—legs shaking—as he draws back to plunge further into you especially roughly.

Bi-han is starting to find that he doesn’t mind listening to the sound of you moaning under him like this.

“You belong to me,” he reiterates, his hand moving from your hair towards the junction of your legs. Cool fingertips make their way towards the bud in between your legs—two of his fingers rubbing your clit in soft circles, a stark contrast to the punishing pace that he’s set for you. “No other man can have you like this. Say it.”

“Y—yours,” your words come out in babbles, barely intelligible as you struggle—squirming and writhing under him as he toys with your clit and drills inside of you. “Yours—I’m—”

The feeling is too much. His cold fingers ghosting along your clit—the other hand gripping your hips harshly enough to leave bruises. It doesn’t take a long time for your squirming to become borderline uncontrollable; matching the way your walls flutter and tighten around him like a vice and matching the way your cream and arousal stain his cock. Bi-han fucks you through it. He always does—more focused on finishing himself than having any regard for you—his hips stuttering at the feeling of you creaming around him and his grip on your hip tightening even more.

He stuffs his cock inside of you, burying himself to the hilt—leaving no space between the both of you. You can feel his seed leaking inside of you—it’s warm, and hot, and unfamiliar.

“You’ll give me a son.” He tells you, voice akin to a demand as his grip on your hips keeps you in place.

Who are you to deny your Grandmaster?

[crimsonbubble]

I had an idea that I thought I’d share, but you’re not obligated to write it if you don’t feel up to it. What I was thinking was about the reader having a voice kink and one of the MK1 guys (doesn’t matter who, but Kenshi, Bi-Han and Liu Kang were the main ones that came to mind) learn about this and become much more vocal in the bedroom, groaning and growling in Reader’s ear, dirty talking to them more frequently, etc. Thank you!! 💜

cw. suggestive, gn!reader, voice kink, praise *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[im a whore for nice voices]

Okay so first thought... bi han

He has the same voice actor as gojo satoru in the english dub (tysm kaiji tang)

But bi han has a certain hoarseness/raspiness to his voice that makes you shiver

When he finds out how his voice affects you, he seemed indifferent

Almost like it didn't matter to him

But then he starts doing little things like quiet affirmations in passing so he can hide the way his cheeks go pink under his mask

But it increases tenfold in the bedroom

He's still relatively quiet safe for a few grunts and groans here and there

But he plays it up a bit and makes sure that his mouth is right by your ear so you can hear everything

"You did well, pet."

Okay now,, kenshi

This sexy mf has the smoothest voice that simply makes me want to take my panties off I'm so sorry I am only slightly ashamed

It's smooth but has this undertone of raspiness that makes him sound hot as fuck

He's the type to go "hmm?" and lean down/forward so he can hear you better

Also the type to go like "Yea?" "Oh yea?" or "Is that so?"

Something about imagining kenshi saying any of these is actually detrimental to my health

He makes me crazy

He's also the type to look at you with the warmest, gentlest and most loving gaze

The type that makes your heart go @#&#%^#%^#&

But seriously, he digs into your voice kink so fucking hard

Constant praise even outside of the bedroom

He likes to toy with you and fluster you just for your reactions

And your face when he tells you how good you're doing for him is just too cute to not love

"Yea? You like being good for me?"

[blurredpurplemint]

(found this on tumblr and i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭 thanks @katshinigami cuz it made me come up with this:)

kung lao: i think i’m finally getting what you see in him now.

you: ?

kung lao: bi-han. his breasts… they’re huge.

you: OMG ARENT THEY??

kung lao: i mean, what type of training is he engaged in… what kind of milk does he drink…

you: they’re standing there like they’re just asking to be fondled!

kung lao: i need to learn his secret.

you: oh and to abuse them, makin sweet tasty yogurt 🙌😮‍💨

kung lao: honestly… he can breastfeed me.

you: heyyy ☹️ they’re mine, i saw them first!!

kung lao: hey, they come in a pair…

you: i take the one on the right~ 🌝

kung lao: and me the one on the left~ 🌚

bi-han passing by, *traumatized*: talk about a monastery… i’m never setting a foot here ever again.

[hunterwritings]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

summary: bi-han wants to bring a new addition to the family warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, creampie, slight choking, breeding kink, afab!reader, wife!reader, confident reader knows her worth notes: dad!bi-han on top (of me)

You hummed to yourself as you stood at your dresser, looking at yourself in the mirror. As you looked down for a moment, you felt ice-cold hands wrap around your waist. You look up into the mirror and see Bi-han standing behind you, resting his head on your shoulders.

"I was wondering where you were, my love." You smiled as you brought a hand up to rest on his head. He only grunted as he pressed his nose on your neck. "What's wrong?" You asked, pressing your head against his.

"I wish for a child."

"What?" You instinctively ask, wondering if you heard him correctly, as you break free from his grip to face him.

"Is that not what you wanted?" He asks, frustration laced in his voice.

"No, it is." You reassured him, leaning your lower back against the dresser. "I just ― never expected it so soon from you." You shook your head.

"You don't believe I'm capable of wanting that?" He grabs the edge of the dresser on either side of you, essentially locking you in between his large arms. "I don't believe I ever said that." You retaliate with a smile. "That's what it sounds like." He adds.

Your hands reach up to lie on both sides of his face, feeling his ice-cold skin against your palms. Bi-han was serious and trying his best to be vulnerable to you. You knew how much it took for him to try and communicate these things to you with words, it meant he was truly yearning for it.

"I think you'd be a great father Bi-han." Something in his eyes shifted from irritation and worry to happiness and thrill. "You're protective, strong and caring." You smile as you pull his face towards you into a sweet, loving kiss. His hands moved from the edge of the dresser to softly lie on the back of your waist as your eyes shut.

"And if you are to be a good father, I'd happily provide as many children as you desire." You breathe out with a smirk on your lips. You open your eyes to see his own piercing you, his eyes covered in lust.

Bi-han crashed his lips onto yours; this time, he was hungry and pressed against you as if he was going to devour you. His hands reached down to your thighs, squeezing tightly before lifting you up to sit on the edge of the dresser. His lips part from yours to move down your jawline, making his way to the crook of your neck. "You might regret making that promise." He smirks before sucking on your neck harshly, wanting to leave spots, wanting to mark you. Your hands reach up to hold his head. One of his hands moves from your leg to lie on your stomach. His fingertips turn to ice, causing you to yelp in surprise. You tightly gripped his bun and pulled on his hair, pulling him away from your neck. A small unexpected moan left his lips when you pulled his hair, having him stare up at you through his eyebrows.

"What did I say about the ice?" You asked as he chuckled.

"Should you be talking that way to your Grandmaster? The father of your children?" He snakes a hand up to lie softly on your neck, still cold but no longer ice.

"It will be a privilege to fill me with a child." You smile as he returns it.

"Oh, I praise your confidence." He groans before diving back into your lips.

He lifts up your legs and holds you in his arms as you tightly wrap your legs around him. He walks from your dresser to your shared bed, gently lying you down onto the sheets. His hands were quick to remove your clothes as he hovered over you, removing his clothes as well.

One of his hands reached down between your legs and pressed against your folds. The cold contact caused you to instinctively shut your legs together and moan, Bi-han smirked against your lips. His fingers softly rubbed against your clit as your hands tightly gripped at his up done hair. Groans and grunts escaped your lips as you grinded your hips against his hand. His other hand explored up your body before softly resting on your neck. God he loves that doesn't he?

He slips a finger inside you, pumping in and out at a steady pace, watching your face contract as he moves. He moves his hand from your neck and down to your breast, holding and squeezing tightly. "Fuck..." You curse as you tightly grip his biceps, leaving small marks in his skin.

"Oh, you are going to be an amazing mother." He breathes out, increasing the speed of his fingers. A small whimper falling from your lips as he slipped another finger in. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your own, you pulling him even closer to you.

A frustrated groan fell from your mouth as he removed his fingers from your pussy. He sat in between your legs as he ghosted his hands down to tightly hold onto your hips as he positioned himself.

"Bi-han please ―" you breathed out as you looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed together tightly.

"You want to be a mother? You want to walk around with a swollen belly, carrying my child?" He teased as he held the nape of our neck. Just the thought of you with a large belly, knowing that you were creating his child within you, made his cock twitch with excitement.

You were going to respond, but all that came out was a load moan as Bi-han slammed into you. "Gods!" You cursed as he rutted his hips back and forward into you at a steady but fast pace. The sounds that were bouncing off the walls were pornographic, from the moans escaping your mouth to the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. His hands tightly gripped at your hips as he thrusted forward, throwing his head back as he groaned.

You could feel your orgasm coming as he moved in you, causing your pussy to clench around. He grunted at the tightness, briefly halting his movements. Then, he continues to thrust in and out of you. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, humming against your lips. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, taking in the sight of you like this. Beads of sweat falling down your face, small wells of tears in the corners of your eyes, it was everything to him.

He pulled you up and close to him as he rested his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you as he continued the movement inside of your folds. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"God, you are everything. There is no one else who could fulfill the role of being the mother to my children except for you, you are perfection." He compliments, his breath shaky. His words cause you to tighten even more around him, causing him to curse under his breath.

"Please fill me with your child, Bi-han." You whispered in his ear, setting him off. His pace violently increased as loud moans and a string of curses fell from your lips. Your hands tightly gripped his back muscles, scratching at his skin and even causing some blood to be drawn. His hand reached down to rub at your clit, erupting a moan from you and feeling your release around his cock. Your pussy held him tightly as you came, feeling your legs shaking between him.

A small moan came from Bi-han's mouth as your legs locked around him, refusing to release him. His hands reached up to grip at the headboard as he pumped into you a few more times before he finally came undone under your grip. Shaky moans falling from his lips as he spurted all of his seed into your womb, seeing it leak out from under you. You held your legs around him tightly, milking him before every last drop of his seed was inside you.

His chest heaved up and down as he let go of the headboard, leaving hand-shaped cracks. He hovered over you as he stopped for a moment to breathe, your hands coming up to lie on both sides of his sweaty face. He grabs a hold of one of your hands and presses a kiss to your palm and grips your hand tightly. "Our child will be flawless because you will have created them." He swoons as you smile.

"If this is the treatment I get, then you may fill me with as many children as you like." You joke and he actually laughs.

"Oh trust me, I will."

[sillygoosealert]

🫡 I will send in a request for some Bi-Han angst. Let’s do one where reader and Bi Han are in an argument (as couples do) and reader says something that’s very true (like idk he’s too quick to anger) And this causes a reaction out of him. And of course, being a stinky sexy angry man, he ends up lashing out in anger. And OOP- ice shards come flying towards reader, (the cold never bothered me anyway) cutting her cheek and slashing her forearm, along with a few other scrapes. Bi Han realizes she’s actually fucking RIGHT and showers reader with love, praise, and begins helping with her wounds. (Fluffy? Apology sex maybe 🤔)

WAIT WAIT THINK THINK BRAIN BLAST THIS IS REALLY AMAZING

Enough Anna..I SAID ENOUGH o(≧口≦)o

Bi-Han angst to fluff to sex 🤯 afab

‘Do you even for once want to think about how I feel about this? Because if you took a second to even talk to me half of your problems wouldn’t exist.’

His back is turned from you as he washes the blood out of one of his uniforms

‘Why won’t you look at me, I want to talk to you but you make it so, so hard. Can you even look at me, can you handle looking at me?’

‘Wouldn’t you like that? For me to just look at you and change everything about me. This is who I am, and you can either acknowledge that or continue to live in ignorance.’

‘But this isn't who you are. You are making rash and unusual decisions. I'm worried you are going to do something you'll regret immensely. You're quick to rage and you know that.’

He whips around, ice coming from his arm going towards you

‘What would you know about being Grandmaster? I am helping my clan- my people. They are thriving and are respected because of me.’

You don't hear what he says as your arms go up to protect your face and stomach from the ice shards.

They slice through your skin with ease, going through your forearm and shoulder. One even skims your cheek

It was only after his speech that Bi-Han noticed what he had done, a rash, and unusual decision that he immediately regretted.

But he doesn't make a move to go toward you, he just stands there in shock

However, you move, you move away from him quite quickly

‘Come back here. I meant no harm in my actions.’

You do not come back. You run off to the nurses

When the sky turns dark and inflicts its symptoms of the night- drowsiness, and the need for another to be by your side as you rest; you are no where to be seen

He knows it would be better to find you himself

So he wonders around until he finds you, bandaged up and sitting on a bench

‘I have been looking for you’

You look in his direction

‘Why didn't you come back’

‘You know why’

‘Please come back’

He's frowning, more than usual

‘Please?’

‘Please’

You get up, slowly walking to him

‘What do you need me to do to get you to come back?’

‘I don't know Bi-Han, everything hurts and I'm injured. I don't know if I want to come back.’

‘I’ll carry you back if you would like’

‘You’ll carry me back?’

You sound amused but he looks serious

He picks you up bridal style and starts to walk back to his room

‘You can’t just change for a day and expect me to forgive you. I don't think you'll keep up with this.’

‘With what?’

‘Being nice to me.’

He doesn't say anything to that.

After he returns to his room, he sits you on the bed

‘You are dirty’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘How do I help you clean, with your bandages?’

‘I need to take them off first, then put on new ones after’

‘So it's fine if you clean your wounds in the bath?’

‘Yes’

‘Okay..’

He takes you to his bathroom, carefully undressing you

‘Ow-’

‘Did I hurt you, What did I do?’

‘My shirt, you took it off too fast. My shoulder isn't looking good, I can just take off my own clothes..’

He shakes his head, pulling you onto his lap

‘I will be more gentle. Where else do I need to be wary of?’

‘It's just my upper body, everything else is mostly fine’

After removing your clothes, he turns on the water

Keeping you on his lap, he strokes your hair with one hand, and the other is wrapped around your waist

‘Feel the water, is that temperature okay with you?’

‘That's fine’

He slips you in, holding onto your chest rather than your arms

‘I am regretful of my earlier treatment of you. Will you let me show you I am sorry?’

‘Depends, how do you plan on showing me you didn't mean to harm me?’

‘You will see’

After bathing you, he sits you on his bed

‘Where do I need to wrap you?’

‘Shoulder and arm, anything else is fine being left alone’

He's slow and cautious when treating you, knowing you are vulnerable

You sit there naked and shivering as a man, much gruff, holds you

‘Does that feel secure?’  

‘Yes, thank you’

‘I am..sorry’

‘I know’

He frowns, squeezing your cheeks with one of his hands

You return this act, cupping his face with one of your hands

When you think he's leaning in to kiss you, he just presses his forehead against yours

‘I want to make you feel good’

‘How do you plan to do that?’

He's in between your thighs, slowly laying down so his head is on your cunt

Oh

With a little kitten lick, he starts to work on your clit

His hands are gripping your thighs as you have a hold of his hair

Slipping in two fingers, he starts to pump them in and out of your warm pussy

One of his hands wonders onto your chest and plays with your nipple

Then he starts to thrust his tongue into your vagina, his fingers now playing with your clit

The pace is fast and hard, and he's grinding into the bed

His nose is stimulating you along with his fingers, its too much

You don't ask him to stop though, that doesn't even cross your mind

With another suck to your clit your hips stutter and you squirt into his mouth

He licks it up, even lapping at your pussy to try to get more

Sighing into the bed, he rides out your orgasm

When he doesn't stop though, your thighs clench around his head on instinct

Pulling away, he wipes his lips

‘Did you feel good?’

‘Yes Bi-Han, thank you’

‘Do you still hold what happened earlier against my character?’

‘I won't just forget what happened, but I don't hate you for it’

You run your fingers through his hair as he lays his head on your chest

‘Okay..’

‘I love you, I hope you know that’

‘Thank you..’

You kiss his head and you both doze off, what happened earlier doesn't matter right now

Nothing matters right now, it's okay

🎀

[ukit4m4]

★┆ “Bi-Han is definitely the type of guys that doesn't go only for 1 round.“

FEM READER / HUSBAND!BIHAN / NOT A REQUEST

- Warning(s) : full NSFW short fic, multiple rounds, a bit of struggling, br33ding for a couple times, SLOWBURN NSFW, fingering. THIS ISN'T R///PE. HIS WIFE IS JUST ULTRA SENSITIVE PLZ DON'T CANCEL ME GRAHHH🙏🏻🙏🏻

- Writer's note : I'm having so much husband!bihan brainrot bare with me also it's my first time writing a long fic so erm yea ignore typos. reblogs are very appreciated!!! Core means the thing between your legs. your welcome.

Bi-Han enters their shared room, noticing that his wife isn't in there, and the bathroom's water running. She's probably taking her usual random night shower. Bi-Han sighs, and goes to takes his gears off. He'd place them on the table, and his wife walks out of the bathroom, a bit startled of his presence.

"Oh, Bi-Han. You're home early," She says. Bi-Han didn't meet her gaze, already knowing she's only covered in her shower towel. "Hn," Bi-Han huffs, and took off his uniform, revealing his under dark blue shirt. His wife shrugs, already used to his dismissal. She then goes to her closet to pick a pajama.

Bi-Han looks into his mirror, which shows a reflection of himself and his wife, behind him, at her closet, searching for an outfit. His jaw clenched, seeing how the towel wraps around her small waist. Her hair is slightly damp, probably because she took some time drying it in the bathroom. Bi-Han could feel the painful stiffness against his pants' fabric.

Bi-Han then turns around, walking up to his wife. "Y/N." He called out. His wife turns around. "Huh?" Bi-Han then reach out, turning her around and straight up kissing her. His wife's eyes widened, not used to this.. kind of gesture. Bi-Han deepened the kiss, one of his hand on her waist, another on her hip.

Bi-Han then breaks the kiss, trailing his lips to her neck, a sensitive spot, that is. His wife whimpers lowly, hand rested on his back. "Wha-" She was about to ask a question when Bi-Han cuts it off. "No questions. I just want you for the night, wife." Bi-Han says sternly.

With a swift motion, Bi-Han would take off the towel off his wife's body, revealing her whole body for his eyes only. "Relax," Bi-Han says, noticing her squirms. She's probably nervous. "I am." She replied. Bi-Han kissed her again, pressing his body against her so that she could feel his hardness.

His hand from her waist leaves the spot, then trails down to her core. He then started to rub her clit surprisingly gently. She gasps, squirming even more. "B- Bi-Han-" She mumble, while one of his finger made it's way inside her slowly. "Sshhh,.." Bi-Han coo, his eyes focused on her core.

His finger that's inside his wife is cold, making her squirms even more against the wall. He then starts stroking her walls, making her whimper softly. His hand on her hip moves, pushing her head gently to his chest so that her whimper is slightly muffled. Her back arches, and he added another finger. His pace fastens, making her melt into him.

"Let it go. Cum for me," He commanded. After a few hard and fast thrust, the damp broke, and she reached her climax, shuddering slightly. Bi-Han's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. After he prolongs her climax as long as possible, he finally stops and slowly pulls out. He pulled his wife away, and kissed her deeply. "Good girl." He murmurs against her lip.

Suddenly, Bi-Han picked her up, and brought her to the bed. He placed her head against the pillow, and he looms above her. "You're mine, and I'll take you anytime and anywhere I want too," Bi-Han whispers against her ears as he continues kissing her jaw and his hands roams around her body. Bi-Han then unzips his pants, pulling it off. He then pulls his shirt off.

Oh shit, he's big. Her wife let out a half-whimper half gasp, squirming in place. "What?" Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, positioning himself between her legs. "W- Will it even fit..?" His wife asked nervously. Bi-Han groans lowly, kissing the crook of her neck. "Of course it will. I'll make it fit," He smirks against her skin. He leaned forward, kissing her once again as he eased himself inside her slowly.

She gasp into the kiss, and his tip gave her cervix a little kiss. Her legs jolts. Bi-Han breaks the kiss. "You're alright." It's not a question, but a statement. He then starts moving. Her legs are pulled over by his hands, making it easier for him to thrust into her. "A- Ahn.. sl- slow down, Bi- Bi-Han-.." She pleaded between moans. He heard it, but instead, his pace quickens.

To add more flavors, his head leans down, catching one of her nipple into his mouth. His tounge would swirl around it, making her gasp and shudders even more. He left the nipple with a pop, quickening his pace once again. "You're mine, aren't you? I'll make you really really mine tonight," He'd murmur, she reached her climax once again, and her walls clinches around him.

He smirked when he felt and heard her gasp, his climax following behind too. Finally, he'd bury himself deep inside her, grinding against her as he let himself go deep into her. She could feel the warmness(?) inside her. She pants, thinking that Bi-Han is already satisfied. She already hit climax twice, so her core is really sensitive.

Bi-Han's breath also turns slightly ragged, and he also seems flustered. But, he made no move of pulling out. "You're mine now. There's a piece of me inside you, forever." Bi-Han says. He then kissed her, suddenly starts to move again. His wife gasps into the kiss, her legs jolting slightly. She squirms, back arching and all. "Relax." He commands.

"Ng- Ngh..~ Bi- Bi-Han- I can't-.." She mumble against his lips. Bi-Han pulled away, but didn't stop. "Yes, you can." He says, quickening his pace. His finger then goes to one of her nipple again, pinching and playing with it surprisingly gently. His wife moaned sweetly, music to his ears. She felt so good, too good. Oh, god. She never thought her possesive, cold and arrogant husband could make her feel like this.

"I- I'm— cumming..!" She moaned. "Go on." Bi-Han replied. His fingers left her nipple, then goes to her clit, rubbing it again. As if adding oil to the fire, she reached her climax once again. Her insides clinches around him, and his pace quickens that ever. He then leans forward, kissing her as he came inside her again, flooding her walls. It dripped around him and into the sheets.

He broke the kiss, smirking smugly. "There you go." He says. His wife pants, face flushed than ever. "Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded. "Mhm.." He pulled out, softening already. He then rolled over to her side, and pulled her close. "Rest, then." He commanded. Her breath calms down so did she, and she nuzzles into his chest.

THE END

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

Real

BUT SIR I REACH UNDERNEATH THAT TABLE AND TAKE YOU IN THE MOUTH😭😭

[zg0nuwa]

biker!bi han thots? biker!bi han thots.

cw : bi han himself is a warning, mentions of road rage, mentions of traffic accidents (nothing descriptive, just mentioned), nsfw utc.

not only is he a bastard, he’s cocky and has a massive ego. he’s also a show off, his bike always polished to perfection, clean leather on his back, shining helmet, and his precious partner at his hip at nearly all times.

revs up the bike to make you jump and laughs at your reaction. somehow it never gets boring to him and he always finds the perfect moment to scare you.

actually not really liked in the community, people either hate him because he is a bitch or they don’t like him because he’s really fucking intimidating, sometimes both.

everyone is surprised he actually got into a relationship. not because he has a reputation for sleeping around or something, no. he’s an asshole, that’s all.

does the thing where at every red light he grabs your thigh and squeezes as hard as he can, he actually left bruises a few times cuz bro has a fucking death grip.

if you jokingly said that he should do a bench press with you instead of the weights he would actually do it. no hesitation, looks you dead in the eyes and goes “let’s do it”. now he does it regularly on your carpet in the living room, just for funsies.

tried making out with you on the bike, almost fell over, never tried it again.

his road rage needs to be studied, genuinely tries to tone it down when you’re with him but still, dear god he is a beast. probably slashed quite a few tires and smashed a good amount of mirrors. it’s not like he does it to normal people, no. he himself is surprisingly respectful on the road (ignore the amount of speeding tickets), but he doesn’t tolerate being a jackass to ANYONE when driving. sometimes he rages on behalf of other people only because he understands how fucking dangerous things can get very quickly.

probably been in an accident himself, two or three minor ones when he was just starting and a pretty serious one later on because someone was a fucking idiot, that why he gets so pissed.

nsfw [MDNI]

as mentioned above, he’s an asshole. teasing you the entire day, only to do nothing about it?? he acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, him? teasing you? never! waits until you start begging for it and if you don’t beg to make him crack? well, that’s too bad, he doesn’t lift a finger. the self control on this man is terrifying at times.

very dominant when it comes to sex, kind of a control freak in this department to be honest. and if you’re also leaning dominant, i am praying for both you and him, you because he doesn’t give up the upper hand easily, and him because he might just die when you stand your ground, never admits he finds it hot tho.

if you’re more submissive, not much changes when it comes to like, how rough he is or what antics he uses, in this scenario though he gets a massive ego boost that you pretty much rely on him to be satisfied.

fucked you while you were wearing only his leather bike jacket.

probably won’t fuck on his bike after the falling over fiasco, sorry :(

[garfieldd-o]

Bi han and his kinks?

Random Nsfw 4#

Bi-han X Gn! Reader

Just talking about Bi-hans Kinks. ❤️

CW. Tempature Play, Praise Kink, Brat Taming

A/n: I'm working on another project. I'm gonna see if I could make a longer fanfiction on my laptop. So I may just do small headcannons for rn as I write this stuff. <3

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He's definitely into some sort of Tempature Play. Simply, he enjoys seeing you shiver in excitement as his cold hands explore your body. He also may enjoy making some "things" out of his ice. The mixture of his cold hands and your warm body drives him absolutely insane.

I feel like he'd be into Brat taming. I don't think he likes a completely submissive partner. He enjoys a bit more of a fight and putting you in your place. But not to the extreme. Don't do anything public. Butttt behind close doors, he wouldn't mind some teasing.

He LOVES praise. Don't hold back your moans. He wants to hear you. And if you praise him? Even better. He wants to know that you enjoy this. That he's doing a good job pleasuring you. It's one less thing for him to worry about.

He has a cock warming kink. He loves it when he's doing paperwork or something for the clan that required him to be alone in his office for a long time. Having you there warming his cock as he works on a project. Oh, and your begs for him to move? It's like music to his ears.

He enjoys slight bondage. Like blindfolds or your arms tied together. Maybe even legs if he's feeling eztra kinky. He gets absolute enjoyment when seeing you under him and at his mercy. Plus, having you begging him to just touch you already after he's been touching you everywhere, but the places you need to be touched. Teasing you saying he already touched you while acting oblivious.

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Trying different methods and etc to see what I like to. I might do a part two with some more submissive kinks of his or something. ANYWAYS. Yeah-

[glorysbox]

maybe a fic where reader does end up giving bi-han a son 👀…. man would go crazy for pregnant sex i know this in my heart

bihan x afab!reader (no female pronouns used)

wc: 1.9k

tags: explicitly 18+, pregnancy sex, bihan is soft in his own way, mentions of body image issues, possessive bihan mention

Bi-han is cold. He's a man that doesn't mince his words. Doesn't pull any punches; physical or verbal.

To many, no, to all of the Lin Kuei, this is an apt description of him. Bi-han's word is absolute. He leads a clan of the greatest warriors—he strives and aims for perfection. He crucifies those who don't. 

Though recently, a part of you has you doubting the true nature of his character. When it's just you and him, he seems... different. His words aren't so cold. His touch isn't so rough. A part of you knows it's because you're carrying his child—knows that he doesn't really care for you so much as he cares for what you're giving him. The other part of you wishes he acted this way for other reasons.

"On your back." You abide. You always do. Bi-han's voice is low as he speaks, one hand pinching the fat of your hips as the other grazes over the swell of your stomach. He's a man of few words—with you, at least.

"I have to—"

"Quiet. Move your hands." You hesitate, for once. You've always been quick to heed his words—desperate to impress him in one way or another. But... the pregnancy has been hard on you. Hard on your body; hard on your mental state. It's been hard coping with the changes that've come upon your body. The toll is evident in the way you carry yourself. In your hesitance.

It's hard not to notice the frustration that lines Bi-han's face. Your shyness—though not new—only serves to anger him more. He doesn't understand why you're like this. To him, you're, for lack of a better word, perfect. You listen well. You're pleasing to the eyes. You're carrying the next true heir of the Lin Kuei. What more can he ask for?

His brows furrow.

"I won't ask again. Move your hands." He pauses for a moment, his expression still drawn in—yet, he decides to be nicer with you. "I want to see all of you."

He wants to.

You move your hands. It doesn't take long to feel his icy touch on your body again—slipping up the gown that he'd had custom made for you. Bi-han's calloused hands graze over your warm skin, relishing in the feeling of the softness that so directly contrasts his entire being. It's intimate. It's intimate to feel his hands on yours, so adoringly. It's intimate to be on your back for him... when he'd only ever kept you on your stomach.

"You're not allowed to hide from me." His tone is clipped, fingers squeezing at the flesh of your breasts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "You can't deny me what is mine." He savors the feeling of your swollen breasts cupped in his hands, his aggression muted in favor of your comfort.

Your hands can't help but follow his own. The palms of your hands rest on top of his—wanting to cover yourself—but still regarding his word. You've never touched Bi-han like this, if at all.

He doesn't stop you.

"Bi-han..." You feel his fingers dancing along the hem of your gown, threatening to pull it over your head. Threatening to expose the changes and new state of your body... something that you aren't particularly fond of. You open your mouth to speak, to ask him to leave it on, but you catch sight of the way his eyes look over your body. It's hard to miss. Hard to miss the way his eyes hungrily graze over your body—and for once, your protests seem to die in your throat.

"Again," Bi-han pulls your gown up just far enough to expose your breasts. "Say my name again."

He pinches the bud of your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It's not lost on him the way you whine ever so slightly—or the way his name falls from your lips in a pathetic and needy whimper. Bi-han puts a hand on each thigh, effectively separating them enough for him to fit himself in between your legs. The protrusion in his pants presses against the soft skin of your thigh—and if you were concentrating enough, you'd feel how it was throbbing just at the sight of you.

His hands run up and down your body, firmly but gently. They cover every inch of you—starting at your neck, moving towards your breasts, feeling the soft skin of your arms, pinching at the fat of your ass. It's almost as if he's trying to commit this very moment to his memory. Bi-han's expression is... soft, in its own way. Soft for only you.

"Don't question me." His voice is low, but insistent. Once more, his hand slides over the swell of your belly. "You insult my choice by hiding from me."

That's the last thing you want.

This time, you make no protest at the feeling of his fingers over your tender nipples. You don't stop him when he's tugging your panties down, past your ankles. You don't stall in an attempt to hide your body anymore. He likes you. All of you. You can hear the sound of your blood thrumming in your ear, quickened at the feeling of the pad of his thumb on your clit. It's gentle. He's gentle.

You feel vulnerable under his gaze. Nervous at the feeling of his eyes trained on you so intensely—and a secret part of you lavishes at the attention your Grandmaster gives only you. His thumb rubs sweet and slow circles on the sensitive bud, gauging your reactions while his other hand toys with the swell of your breasts. You don't miss how Bi-han's lips are parted—don't miss how the tips of his ears are red along with the skin of his cheeks. Only you can see this side of him.

"I'm not satisfied with just one." Bi-han mumbles, hands withdrawing from you to untie the cloth belt that rests on his waist. "You'll give me another child after this."

You're barely listening; too focused on the way his cock springs from his pants—focused on the way precum leaks from the tip and focused on how the stiffness rubs along the slick of your folds. Bi-han is like this for you. For your body.

He's gentle as his cock urges your folds open. Before you were pregnant, everything Bi-han did with you was fast and rough—no concern for you or how you would've wanted to be fucked. Now... Bi-han finds himself putting more thought into the way that he touches you. You liked it before, and you like this now. Bi-han, though, finds himself preferring these slow moments much more—preferring to take his time, to focus on how you feel and eliciting those pretty noises from your mouth that he's come to obsess over. His cock slowly splits you open, filling you inch by inch—coated in your slickness that threatens to slip down the curve of your ass in sticky droplets. His hands grip on your hips, not harshly, as he keeps you anchored under him. The hunger in his expression is palatable; the wet noise of him sinking inside you to the hilt stirring a feeling of arousal deep in your gut.

He watches. Bi-han watches the way your jaw slacks, watches the way you grip onto the muscle of his arms, revels in the feeling of your tightness clinging to him so desperately.

"Bi-han..." Your voice is a pathetic whine, teetering into nothingness as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. "Please... I want more."

Yes. Bi-han prefers you like this.

"More? You're in no position to make requests of me." His cock drags slowly along your sensitive walls, hips rolling into yours almost lazily as his eyes stay trained on your expression. Despite his words, he seems to be giving you exactly what you want. His touch is bordering on possessive as he continues to slowly, agonizingly stretch you open with movements that edge on the feeling of love.

“You’re good to me.” The words are foreign falling from Bi-han’s lips. He’s never been one to compliment anyone, at all, but he seems to be breaking a lot of the previously set expectations of him for you. His tone is hushed… needy, even. To him, you’re beautiful—not that he’d ever say it out loud—but his actions tell you that enough. The way his eyes are hungrily watching the bounce of your breasts or the way they’re trained on the sight of his length sloppily and languidly sinking inside of you tell you everything you’d ever need to know.

Bi-han is less reserved as the rhythm of his hips quicken, the squelching slapping of your bodies joined together forgotten in favor of the audible noises that freely fall from his lips. He’s never let his guard down like this… so quickly, without another thought. You’re the only one that can make him lose his inhibitions like this.

“Bi-han—” His name falls from your lips like second nature, the fluttering and spasming of your walls around him pulling a grunt from him. The way you mewl; the breathlessness of your voice, it serves to only increase the pace of his hips against your own. You’re all glassy-eyed and needy and so wet for him to the point where he finds himself nearly losing control. Your nails dig into the skin of his arms—and he doesn’t stop you.

The rock of your breasts is intoxicating to him, his free hand gripping and kneading at the soft and swollen flesh that’s only become more sensitive with each week that’s passed. More accurately, every part of you intoxicates him beyond belief. He can’t get enough.

It’s not long after that until his hips begin snapping into your own, pumping inside of you with such a fervor that has your thighs trembling wrapped around him and squeaks falling from your lips with each particularly angled thrust of his cock inside of you. Your mind is fuzzy at the feeling of him rutting so desperately inside of you; clouded by the feeling of his hands gripping and greedily squeezing at every part of you that he can reach.

Had it not been for the pronounced shape of your belly, he would’ve opted to swallow the pretty noises he drives from your lips with his own.

Your skin is hot to the touch—and when you feel his icy fingertips in the apex between your thighs, you struggle to hold back the squeak that the sensation forces out of you. The pad of his thumb toys with your clit once more; his ministrations rough and sharp and coaxing you closer to an orgasm. Bi-han grunts at the sight of you—the sight of your back arching and head lolling to the side and the sight of your lips parted and moaning for him. His thumb presses into your clit harshly, providing pressure that matches the particularly deep thrust that he couples with it.

His cock drives into you; burying to the hilt at the feeling of your slick walls clinging and clenching and squeezing around the shaft—thighs unconsciously jolting at the sensation. His hips grind against yours—serving to only heighten the sensation that has you trembling under him so desperately—your orgasm washing over you in waves so intense that you’re whining and shaking and your toes are curling as you keen out intelligible babbles about how good it feels. You don’t even realize how he’s spilt thick ropes of his cum inside of you until the sensation of it seeping out of you.

The feeling of cold hands on the skin of your cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that’d slipped from the pleasure, ground you. How intimate of him.

[crimsonbubble]

need a pussy drunk bi-han acting like he doesn't like it but he'd actually insane pleaseee

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, overstimulation, kinda sub!bihan, manhandling, marking, temp play, creampies, cum play *not proofread, just pure horny

[if bihan was a woman i just know that he’d have-] let me not say what i'm thinking rn ong

MESSY, MESSY AND EVEN MESSIER

Did I say messy?

There's a mix of fluid everywhere

There’s an egregious amount of cum and lube slicking up your thighs

He’s lost control of himself long ago

He’s just acting on his inhibitions and innate desires

He’s nearing the end of his stamina and he can't ever dare to think about pulling out of your warm pussy

You’re suckign him in so much, why would he pull out now?

Although he has done so previously

There are traces of his cum all over you; your tits, your stomach, your pussy and thighs

His hands are frosted, the cold nipping at your skin

His hold on your hips is tight as he manipulates your body to his will\

You’re close to going limp in his arms, letting him do as he pleased as the pleasure was starting to eat at your conscience

Hearing him mutter “One more, please, just one more.” as he spills his seed into you

Its leaked out of you as time went on, but bihan can’t help but continue to pump more into you

How else is he going to secure an heir?

[blurredpurplemint]

Bi-han the type of guy to say "who's texting us" when you get a notification

(fr!!! he’s always peeking and not even hiding the fact he was shamelessly looking, would sometimes even comment on what you do, watch. would be extremely annoyed when you receive a text from kung lao)

you received a notification and were about to unlock your phone to check the sender, but bi-han swiftly interjected:

bi-han: who’s texting us?

you: oh it’s-hum-excuse me, us?

bi-han: gimme that.

he snatched your phone, which made you complain as his towering height made it impossible for you to retrieve it. eventually, you surrendered and waited for him to finish whatever he was doing.

bi-han: there.

you took your phone back.

you: why have you sent a middle finger? and why did you block the contact??!

bi-han: he bored us with useless shit.

you: BY THE ELDER GODS!! THAT WAS LIU KANG!!!!!!

bi-han: why would you gave him our number?

you: *runs back to the monastery*

[fsfghgee]

*slides not under door*

Bi-Han and Sektor are at it like rabbits.

Soulmates

— Once again, you outdo yourself. This facility, the armor, even your father's dreams weren't so grand. — Bi-Han declared smilingly, unable to hide the pride he felt for Sektor. — Only you could have replaced him as our master armorer.

Unable to keep his eyes and hands away from the warrior in red for much longer, Bi-Han gently patted her on the shoulder, looking intensely into her eyes. Sektor smiled at how affected he had been since early morning. She loved seeing the desire in the cryomancer's hazel eyes.

— Indeed. — Cyrax, who watched once again her Grandmaster flirt with her instructor while ignoring her existence, rolled her eyes at the scene.

— Is that disrespect? — Not deaf to the mocking tone of Sektor's apprentice. Bi-Han became enraged and approached her only to confront her. — You are fortunate Sektor is your mentor!

— None is intended, Grandmaster. — Startled by the visible fury in the elder's eyes, Cyrax quickly apologized.

— With your permission, I will begin the armor's mass production.

— First, it must be tested in battle. We have found Kuai Liang and his Shirai Ryu. — Bi-Han smiled as he told the news. He knew the news would please Sektor as much as it had pleased him. — They gather at the Wushi for his wedding.

— Attack his wedding?! — Cyrax could hardly believe the Grandmaster's plans. — I am aware what he's done, but...

— Surprise will give us the tactical advantage.

— We may win the battle, but find we lose the war. — Looking from Bi-Han to Sektor, Cyrax got frustrated to see that neither of them had a problem attacking a sacred ceremony like a wedding. — No one will respect us!

— Better to be feared than respected! — Bi-Han snapped, fed up with hearing the young Zaki's protests.

— Ugh. — Cyrax sighed in frustration. — I still cannot believe that Liu Kang capitulated to Outworld, that he agreed to break up our clan.

— He was spineless, as was Kuai Liang, for abiding his surrender. — Sektor decided to intervene, seeing that Bi-Han's irritation with Cyrax was only growing and he would soon lose his temper.

— They gave up on the Lin Kuei. But we will not! — Bi-Han stated determinedly. And Sektor smiled at her beloved's performance. — Go. Begin attack preparations.

— Already she suspects our deception. — Watching Cyrax leave the room to do as she was ordered, Sektor commented to Bi-Han when they were alone. — Eventually, she will learn the truth about Kuai Liang.

— We will be ready when she does. — Bi-Han smiled confidently. And before Sektor could question the Grandmaster's plan, he took her by surprise by pulling her by the waist. — For now... — Feeling her body pressed against his and fitting so perfectly, he leaned in until their foreheads touched. — We have some unfinished business to attend to.

— And what would that be about? — Caressing the cryomancer's big, shapely biceps, gliding her fingers over his caramel skin until wrapped her arms around his neck, Sek whispered sweetly with her lips mere millimeters away from his. 

— Like you made me hard earlier in the office...

— Do you intend to punish me, Grandmaster? — She asked meekly, looking into the cryomancer's eyes with a faux-innocence. — I've been such a good girl...

She knew how to turn him on with minimal effort. 

— Do you want a reward? — Caressing her delicate nose with his big one, he restrained himself not to kiss her, torturing himself in an attempt to torture her. — Or a punishment? — He murmured slowly, even huskier. — Tell me what you want…

— Both.

Bi-Han smiled when he heard his babe's greedy answer.

— Then you shall have it. — Eager to have Sektor in his bed again, he picked her up and carried her to the nearest elevator while kissing her ardently.

Moaning on his lips, she reciprocated the cryomancer's burning desire for her. In sensual movements, allowing his tongue to enter and play with hers as he pleased, the obscene sounds of their kiss wetted her from the inside out.

— L-Let's do it here. — Pressed against the elevator wall by his strong body, the armor was about to suffocate her from so much heat she felt.

— So impatient… — Bi-Han smiled at how her thoughts aligned with his. And in vain, he tried to take off her armor. — H-How can I take this off…

— Grandmaster?!

— F-Frost? — Shocked to hear his apprentice’s voice behind him when the elevator doors finally opened, Bi-Han quickly released Sektor and tried to catch his breath before turning to look at the younger woman. — Y-You… Do you need me for something?

Noticing how messy and flushed her Grandmaster was, Frost sniffed with contempt before dismissing him.

— No. I was just… — Undeterred by Sektor’s haughty posture and irritated look, Frost looked her up and down before looking back at her Grandmaster. — Just, forget it.

Bi-Han sighed, confused by the young woman's behavior, but not being in the right frame of mind to question why at the moment, he just let it go.

— Why was she on your floor?

— I don't know and I don't care. — There wasn't much he could think about after watching Frost take another elevator and disappear from sight. He had a big storm in his pants that clouded his thoughts. — Come.

— She shouldn't have access to this floor, Bi-Han! — Outraged by the freedom he was giving his apprentice, the warrior in red broke free from the blue one's grip and crossed her arms before he could hold her hand again. — I don't like this apprentice of yours… — If the girl wasn't a cryomancer with so much potential, she would have already killed her just for the way she looked at her beloved. — Sometimes she looks at you as if she wanted to eat you alive.

— Or maybe you're just jealous. And you know that there is no…

— It's not jealousy! — Bi-Han laughed in disbelief.

— Come here. — In another attempt to have her with him, he pulled her by the waist. — I'm only yours. — Softly saying what she already knew. He left a peck on her lips, followed by her nose, cheek… — Only yours... — He covered her with kisses until he found his way back to her full, pink lips. — I only have eyes for you.

Kissing her deeply, he dove into the moisture of Sek's mouth, engaging in a sensual battle with her tongue until she surrendered to his control. Desperate to take everything she had to offer, he carried her to his bedchamber and laid her down on the wide bed.

— Take off your armor. — It didn't sound like an order, but she obeyed as if it were.

Getting up from the bed slowly, she continued to look at the urgency in his eyes as she removed her armor, pleasantly surprising him by showing her half-naked body beneath it.

— You're so beautiful. — Eager to have her completely naked, he freed her breasts from the protective top and massaged the soft, smooth, fleshy mounds, leaving them almost as red as the color of her panties.

— B-Bi-Han… — Biting her lips to control the moans that threatened to escape as the cryomancer explored her body, trailing soft kisses from her elegant neck to her collarbones... — Ah…

Melting in his arms, she only held on tighter when she felt her body being thrown back onto the bed and the weight of the cryomancer's muscular body falling with her, covering her completely.

He nibbled and sucked her fleshy lips before trailing soft kisses across her delicate skin, easily marking her with light hickeys wherever he touched, with his rough fingers as he squeezed and released her soft white butt, leaving her completely naked as he pulled down her panties…

He slid his thick, long fingers between her labia, sucked her areolas hard, circling his tongue over her sensitive nipples as he caressed her plump pussy. Raising his eyes only to admire the expression of pleasure on his baby's beautiful face as he thrust two fingers deep into her tight little hole.

— You're so wet, babe. — He smiled at how easily his fingers slid inside the warm walls of her  little pussy. Speeding up the movements of his fingers, he pounded faster until she squirmed with pleasure.

— B-Bi-Han, a-ah... — Unable to bear the cryomancer's torture any longer, she held his hand tightly, stopping his intense movements. — P-Please…

— Please what? — There was nothing that gave him more pleasure than having a woman like her begging for him. — What do you want me to do?

— T-Take me... — He smiled at the urgency in her tone. — F-Fuck me, now.

With his hard, throbbing cock tucked away in his trousers, Bi-Han assessed how much he wanted to get inside her and how much he wanted to get back at her for their morning in the office.

It would only be fair if he left her wanting after she had done the same to him earlier…

— B-Bi-Han…

In a quick, surprising move, he grabbed her and quickly put her on all fours. With the sight of Sek's round, plump ass and her pink wet pussy glistening with pleasure, begging for him to enter, he quickly took off his own clothes before fitting himself at her entrance.

— Call me Grandmaster.

— No way-- Ah!

— Come on, babe. —  Caressing her red buttock after the loud slap, Bi-Han controlled himself from penetrating her as he rubbed his length over her warm, wet little hole. — Do you want this or not?

— B-Bi-Han… — She bit her lip at his cruelty when she felt a hard slap once again, on her other buttock, right after he pushed into her, torturing her by making her feel just the tip of his member entering. — A-ah...

— Come on, Chō, we don't have much time.

— Fuck me, GrandMas-- A-ah… — Closing her eyes as she felt him pushing into her harder and stretching her out, she struggled to keep herself in the position he wanted. — …master.

Wasting no time, he grabbed her hips tightly, thrusting himself inside her brutally. Going hard and fast, faster and faster, as she welcomed his invasion...

Pushing himself deeper and deeper, as if testing how far Li'l Bo's pussy could take being stretched. She felt him huge inside her. So aurosed that he was thicker, longer and harder than ever. Rocking her against the mattress with such force that his member pounded. Stretching her to the point where she couldn't tell the difference between pain and pleasure. She could take it all. She wanted it all. She craved more. She wanted more of him.

— T-Tell me you're mine.

— A-Ahh…

— Tell me you belong to me. — Refusing to pull out of her, as she came on his cock and collapsed on the bed. He continued on top of her, inside her, kissing her sweaty neck and nape as he thrust even deeper and harder. — S-Say it…

— I-I'm yours. Bi-Han… — Trembling and dizzy from the recent orgasm and intense movements, she almost screamed at the punishing bite on her shoulder. — A-Ah… Master.. G-Grandmaster… — Sometimes slower, sometimes faster. He had already lost track of time since he entered that room. — I-I belong to you.

Her soft butt was already hurting with the force of the thrusts of the cryomancer's muscular hips, his body was robust and solid as rock, the body of a true warrior built from a very young age. She shivered in delight, aware of his more intense moans and heavier breathing that preceded his cold jets of semen launched directly into her warm interior.

— No… N-Not yet… — With a bit of the sharp reflex she still had left, she grabbed his buttocks when he made a move to pull out of her and pulled him back in, reveling in being filled with everything he had. Bi-Han thrust deep again on instinct, spilling so much cum inside her that the cold liquid soon ran down her legs, dripping onto the bed. — Ah…

— You did great. — Then Bi-Han covered Sektor's sweaty back with kisses as he got off her, whispering soft compliments against her warm skin, he revered her in the few ways he knew how. Panting and with his strength almost gone, he collapsed next to her soon after.

This was what he had been missing for a long time. After so much time wasted in Outworld supporting Shao's army in battles, returning to Arctika and Sektor spending every day and night managing the production of the armor — and the army using science — unless he forced her to rest and took her place, the constant modernization of the palace that she insisted on personally supervising, his hunts for the Shirai Ryu compound, his occasional business trips to Outworld, negotiations with the Red Dragons...

Left them with almost no time alone, just the two of them. Much less time to deepen the connection between their spirits, strengthen the bonds of their souls and transcend passion through the union of their bodies.

— We need to prepare for the attack. We can't teleport directly to the academy before--

— Wait. — Still recovering his strength, he hurried to grab her arm before she got out of bed. — Stay here with me. — Hugging her waist right after, he practically pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in the crook of her neck. — Just for a few more minutes.

— Let me go, Bi-Han. — Finding her cold tone of voice strange, so suddenly. He turned her to him.

— What's wrong?

— Nothing.

— What did I do wrong? — Her silence and how much she avoided looking him in the eyes forced him to think about what could have upset her and still searching for an answer for her sudden bad mood, he remembered the three words that always softened her heart. — I love you.

Sektor scoffed at the way he spoke, rolling her eyes before wiping away a stubborn tear.

— Why do you do this to me? — It was so stupid, she felt stupid, how he could unbalance her so easily.

Bi-Han smiled, relieved that it had worked. However, still feeling confused by the sadness in her eyes, he kissed from her shoulder to her neck, trailing an imaginary path to her lips which he kissed passionately. Trying to convey through that kiss everything she meant to him.

— Bi-Han…

— Don't you want to receive your reward? — Laying her back on the bed, between her legs, he pressed his semi-erect penis between Sektor's sticky flesh.

— Bi-Han, n-no… W-We can't… — Ignoring the young Bo's whimpers, knowing full well that they were not sincere or else she would have already pushed him away, he continued rubbing his member against her until it slid inside her, already completely hard. — A-ah…

— H-How can you squeeze me so well? — Fascinated and still panting a little, he hugged her as the warm walls of her vagina embraced him, getting tighter and tighter as his cock plunged deeper. — Your pretty pussy was made to be used by me.

— B-Bi-Han, we can't be late…

— I am the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Sektor. They wait for me. — Moving slowly at first, making her get used to his invasion again, he caressed her soft skin until he found the little hole that had been unused until then. — A-And for you… — With his own cum that was still dripping fresh from her, he lubricated the small entrance before invading with his first finger.

— B-Bi-Han…

— Y-You and I… — Rolling around in bed with her body pressed against his, so that she was on top, he kissed her again and again while fucking her two little holes at the same time. — Y-You and I. That's all that matters…

— A-Ah…

— S-Sektor… — After making love intensely, repeatedly. Bi-Han rested with Sektor on his strong chest. He caressed her narrow back sleepily while she spread kisses across his chest and caresses his chiseled abdomen. — M-Maybe… Maybe I won't survive the battles ahead...

— What are you babbling about, Bi-Han? — Confused by his melancholic tone, she stared at him ready to dispel whatever kind of weakness he was showing. — I will never let anything happen to you! As long as I draw breath from my lungs, I will–

— I'm not a coward, Sektor! You will never fight to defend me. I defend both of us and you defend yourself. — Seeing that she disagreed, he took a deep breath, offended by her stubbornness. — That's our deal.

— You can't stop me from protecting you.

— Promise me that you'll never risk your life for me. — Seeing nothing but defiance in her eyes, he turned them around, inverting their positions on the bed. — Promise me, Sektor! — With her pinned under him, he ordered as if he were angry. However, as he very well knew, Sektor could read through his anger and differentiate real anger from times when it was just feelings of hurt and/or fear being covered up. — I-I can't lose you too.

— And I can't lose you, Bi-Han. — Caressing his face with devotion, taking the opportunity to tuck the shortest strand of his long, silky black hair that had been down a while ago behind his ear, she had the final word. — I love you more than anything else in this life.

She confessed, holding back her tears. It wasn't easy to give up some of her own beliefs to continue supporting the man she loved. But the man she loved wasn't just any man. He was her confidant, her lover, her true love, her Grandmaster and her eternal ice prince. The connection between them transcended flesh, space and even time.

— Never abandon me.

— I will always be by your side.

Seeing the sincerity in her eyes and feeling the honesty in her words, Bi-Han turned away for a moment to  reach for something on the bedside table. Hearing the sound of the drawer being opened, Sektor caressed and kissed his back, waiting for the so-called reward. The small box that held the clan’s oldest family heirloom, passed down from grandmaster to grandmaster for thousands of years, was not what Sektor expected to see.

— I want you to have this. — Her eyes shone with the reflection and she gasped as she saw clearly what he was offering.

— Bi-Han, I-I… I can’t accept this. This stone is not just any gemstone, this is…

— The Arctikan Hailstone. I know. — He smiled before closing the small ornate box and placing it in her hands. — And I want you to keep it. — Before she could argue again, he cupped her face and kissed her slowly, silencing her. — If anything happens to me. You will be Grandmaster, my love. This stone will belong to you sooner or later. I'd rather you receive it from me before anyone else has the chance to get their hands on it.

— Nothing will happen to you, Bi-Han. — She squeezed his hand, giving him reassurance through her simple touch. — This stone is the most treasured possession for a Grandmaster. Tradition dictates that…

— You are my most treasured possession, Miss Bo. — She laughed breathlessly before slapping his strong chest, embarrassed that he had reminded her of the way he called her when she was the master of his adopted foreign brother. Bi-Han smiled briefly at having made her blush and smile so beautifully, holding her hand on his chest, he spoke seriously. — Never forget that.

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That last fic was marvelous!! Now, what about a lazy morning cuddling and all of that, but... it ends in a spicy morning session 💞🔥🌶, it would also be so cute if at the end of it Bihan gives his s/o a forehead kiss, idk why I think it would be sooo proper of him to do it but i do, anyways, love your work 💕💕.

Thank you sweet pea 🤠, always makes me kick my feet when people like my writing (^_-)☆

Are you cold?

Bi-han fluff and smut, afab, vanilla, p in v, no reader pronouns

His breath is on your neck

Your hands intertwined

Purely enveloped by you, he wakes you by softly pressing kisses into your Shoulder

As you were still being spooned, you turned your body to face him

Putting a hand to his cheek, he receives a kiss

A couple of kisses, in different places

He tugs you closer- making you feel affable

It's nice

This is nice

Domestic by any means

Venerable

A little out of character

From an outside view, of course

Obsessed couldn't describe how Bi-han felt about this

You cuddled up to him, kissing him

Brushing your hair out of your face, he lays on his back

Pulling you on top of him, you lay your head on his shoulder

He rubs his hands along your back, feeling you up

You let him

They end up fondling your ass, as he hums into your shoulder

His cock is pressed against you, both of you know what you want but take your sweet time getting to it

Both of you are without bottoms, just skin-on-skin

Slowly slipping into you, he wraps his arms around you

While one arm stays on your hip, the other wonders up and down your back

It's comforting

A small show of affection, it's subtle but oh-so-nice

He's not really thrusting into you, just grinding occasionally

However, the hand around your waist does make its way to your clit

You're close, but when you go to look at him his eyes are closed

It looks like he's just enjoying it, soaking it in

When you clench around him, though, his hot sperm cab be felt inside you

Then he peppers your face with short kisses, pressing a final one to your forehead

Pulling the blanket back up, you lay like that until he must go off to his grandmaster duties, and you must go off to your own

But for now that does not need to happen

It is the present

And in the present, he is holding you close while basking in your company

💋-Daisy