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Temptation:Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (P*rnstar AU) - NSFWish
AN: The porn landscape in 1998 was mainly magazines/VHS/DVDs/CD Roms. Websites were bludgeoning things where you had to physically call up on the phone and give your credit card details to a person in order to subscribe. You were then given a code to have access to an array of pictures and the ability to download movies – these were often low quality so people would order CD Roms. Fan clubs were managed by production companies/management teams to retain fanbases and provided exclusive content/merch like glossy signed images of the porn star through the mail, along with merch catalogues, etc. This fic is reflective of that time.
Summary: Robby struggles to balance boundaries with desire after he hears you getting off in the shower.
Companion Piece To:
The Casting Couch - Your first foray into porn starts on a casting couch with Michael “Robby” Robinavitch behind the camera.
The Photo Lab - Jack and Robby review the photographs from your audition on the casting couch.
The Screen Test (NSFW) - You and Jack set the screen test on fire during your first video together.
You’ve left your gym bag.
Robby finds it resting against shelves that stocks the towels and the baby wipes after him and Jesse hoof Dana’s velvet sofa back to the reception area of the studio. He stares at the white and green Nike bag containing your spare set of clothes before glancing at the bathroom door where Jack has graciously let you take the first shower. He’s currently reviewing the footage Robby shot during that scene, something he’s very interested in to Robby’s surprise. He’s usually a ‘wrap it’ and move on to the next shoot kind of guy.
Jesse’s already been sequestered to this next assignment. Dana’s on location, filming a bathroom scene with Garcia and Walsh, and needs his skill set. They have no idea why, but their viewers really love the whole lesbian in the bathtub trope, the more bubbles the better.
He picks up the bag and approaches the bathroom door. You’ve been in there a few minutes by now so he’s hoping you’re finishing up. He raps his knuckles on the door, a loud one, two that has Jack’s head popping up from behind the camera like a meerkat. “Honey, you’ve left your bag-”
You call out his name through the thin wood. You mustn’t have gotten in yet, he turns the handle, pushing the door open and to his surprise steam bellows out. The showers running, he can hear the patter of water against the tiles.
His name sounds again like a siren’s song. The showers in this place, they can take a minute to reach an ambient temperature. He pokes his head through expecting to see you in front of the vanity. Instead, he’s treated to your naked silhouette in the fogged-up glass of the cubical. Your back is against the wall, the blurred shape of your hand between your legs, while the other kneads your breast.
This happens sometimes after a shoot if one of the performer’s didn’t climax, the build-up it can lead to taking matters into your own hands…
“Robby.” His name rolls off your lips, your voice desperate, closer to the edge than you ever were with Jack.
His cock springs to attention, thrusting itself against the inside of his combats, electricity spiking underneath his skin. He stares down at the tent in his pants, surprised by its sudden interest. It’s the second time he’d popped a woody over you. He’d made sure to jack off before the screen test just in case it happened again but it’s still there, big, bold and craving every inch of your bareness.
Christ, he hasn’t felt like this in a long time, not since before all that shit that happened with Driscoll.
That memory, it’s like cold water dousing his entire body, reminding him of how boundaries can be blurred, how temptation can be entirely one sided. He pulls away, setting your gym bag just inside the bathroom before closing the door.
“You alright?” Jack asks. His body is angled away from the camera, his eyes on Robby. The movie you’ve just made plays in the background, your gorgeous tits on display as you play with them, almost a mirror of what’s going on in the bathroom. “Oh, is she…”
Robby nods his head at the insinuation. “I walked in because she was saying my name.”
“I knew she had a thing for you.” Jack’s hands grasp his hips, his tongue clicking as he jerks his chin back to the movie. “The way she looked at that camera at the end…Are you going to-”
Robby cuts him off with a shake of his head.
“I’m her boss.” His arms cross over his chest, affirming his stance on the situation. “Everything we do here is based on ethics, that’s why we set up our own studio in the first place. She should be able feel safe here.”
Jack, more than anyone else on this earth understands exactly why Robby has to maintain that professional boundary, he was the first one Robby told about the assault, the one who found him after he tried to slit his own wrists.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Jack suggests, picking up the camera from the tripod and handing it to Robby. “You can grab a coffee, get started on editing the footage. I’ll close down the set, finish up here.”
“You’re sure?” Robby asks him, cradling the camera to his chest. He’s usually the one that resets the room after a scene, that does the checks to make sure everything’s ready for the next shoot.
“Yeah, don’t worry.” Jack says as the shower turns off and the sound of you humming Destiny’s Child drifts through the bathroom door. “I’ll take care of everything.”
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dad!robby at ptmc on halloween, too overwhelmed and distracted to comprehend that you have come in to visit with your four year old daughter leading the way like she owns the place
she’s dressed as a doctor, in scrubs that you made in an attempt to have them look at authentic as possible, a kid’s stethoscope around her neck (just like daddy always has), a little zip up hoodie, a clipboard and a little backpack
she walks to the nurses station, you following to make sure nothing happens while greeting dana, princess, perlah, donahue and langdon; your daughter taking a seat on princess’ lap and looking at the computer with an expression that mirrors robby’s concentration
when robby walks over to the station and starts talking, asking a flurry of questions, it takes everything in the nurses not to laugh because he still hasn’t noticed his family there
“scuse me doctor daddy sir, can’t help when you look so angry”
it’s then that he looks up and sees his daughter, dressed like him (even having a homemade name tag clipped to her with a picture you took and her attempt at a signature), before turning his head and seeing you watching with the softest eyes.
So Roman Reigns & I have been engaged for 6 months(together 3 years), & it’s been amazing, a little hectic because of him being the leader of an international crime syndicate/Director of multiple foundations/Entrepreneur, but we make it work. I am a founder/CEO of a nonprofit organization that helps multiple inner-city communities get resources & help educate future generations. I try to give my man his time & my energy when he is home & grounded w/out the noise of his phone, his bloodline, or his wiseman. We live in a mini mansion in Miami, FL, have a penthouse in Chicago, IL cause he does business there a lot, & a penthouse in Manhattan, New York. I have nonprofit organizations in all 3 cities as well as Philadelphia, NJ, & CA.
So I am needed in PA while Roman has 2 weeks free, so he is home in Miami wanting my attention, body, & soul, & I told him “I can’t get there until another 8 days,” after he calmly says “Ima have the jet ready so get to the airport by 10 am”. I say “okay”. After all, I don’t want to argue; I just go to sleep in my hotel because I had a busy day dealing with adults, children, idiots in between, & sure I missed Roman’s body. Still, I missed him, all of him, but I have business & employees & people who need me this week to get through a hiccup that was made. So the next morning I call at 5 am & of course he is already up on his way to his private gym in the house & I say “good morning handsome I can’t come home today I have a meeting at 9 am with 6 new employees that I have to train because I need to be hands on to make sure this organization is running correctly” & it’s silent on the other end I hear his breathing & he finally says “I am disappointed that you want to make me raise my voice this early in the morning. You never not came home when I told you too but you have 2 hrs to change your mind or we will have a problem” I say “babe please don’t talk to me like you talk to Sami or Jey or Jimmy hell or Paul I am your fiancé & you promised that I could have a working life like you do” Roman was silent for 1 minute then said “2 hours not a minute more” so calmly that my heart skipped a beat. I said, “I love you, Roman. Have a great day. Please make sure you feed Faith our turtle 🐢 & Dior our Yorkie dog & I’ll see you later when I FaceTime you after I am done with my meetings. I love you so much, maybe too much,” then hung up because he could speak to me in that voice again. I was a little shaken up, but I did my morning yoga, then showered & went to work, since I was busy all day. I never looked at Roman’s location or had time to check in, so I was back in my office at 2:30 pm, going over emails, texts, and invoices, and talking to my CFO, Corey Graves. I hear the outer office get really quiet as everyone was just startled by something. Still, I pay it nomind cause I don’t have time then something says look out your office door so I get up & I see Roman in all black, man-bun so slicked & perfect, while his face so perfect & handsome walking towards me as my face mushes up in confusion & he says so calmly “Fix your face I told you that you had 2 hrs to get to the airport right that was 5 am right?” I am walking backwards into the office as he steps in to shut & lock the door then turns to Corey & says “Of course you are in here PLEASE EXCUSE ME & MY WIFE” & Corey says by accident or from being nervous “I thought the wedding was in 6 months or did I miss something?” & I saw Roman’s eyes go black & I said “Please Corey take an early day matter of fact tell everyone they can leave early I’ll email the details about tomorrow later” & Corey said “okay boss. bye Roman sorry again” as he locked the door.
Roman turned to look at me as he slowly walked in front of me & said “Tiffany I will burn everything down so that it’s only you & me left. Tell me that you know this but if you forgot let me remind you I’ll do it because it’s only you I need! So when I need my wife & yes you are my wife FUCK A WEDDING cause we can go get the marriage license now! I’LL CALL PAUL TO HAVE ONE READY WHEN WE GET BACK HOME, I WANT MY WIFE IN MY BED, IN OUR HOME, IN MY SKIN HELL I WANT ALL OF YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE MINE!” as he finished speak he is now inches from my face as he bended down & I never seen his eyes so black & intense before. I swallow hard & says “I know Roman I am yours forever but you promised” then Roman shouts “FUCK THAT PROMISE! DON’T I GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT WHENEVER YOU WANT IT! BUT THIS IS SERIOUS CAUSE WHEN I SAY COME THE FUCK HOME YOU NEED TO COME HOME WHEN I SAY I NEED YOU THEN I NEED MY WIFE NEXT TO ME SO I CAN FEEL YOU” I have already started crying cause of his raised voice & cause I’ve never seen him so angry; Roman snaps out of his trance & softly says “I’m sorry my love I’m sorry for screaming but I am just upset cause you never disobeyed me before & if I scared you I’m sorry don’t cry, did I scare you? & as I sniffle I say “I’m not scared of you Roman I just never seen you like this in that trance & your eyes so cold & intense why do you have to speak to me that way I am sorry I didn’t come home & I miss you too” then Roman kisses me softly “I’m sorry you are mines so I hate sharing you & my brain can’t think when you are not around me that’s why I canceled business meetings for the next 2 weeks cause once my brain said You need your wife then I come home to you but you wasn’t home! I’m not ashamed to say you’re my addiction so when I want you I need you” then he stares deep in my eyes and starts deep kissing me as he picks me up & sit me on the loveseat couch in the office saying “let me make it up to you for scaring you; let me taste you & make you cum on my tongue” you shiver as he says them words because you know they are true & in 5 mins you will be cumming on his tongue as he is squeezing your titties. And in the back of your head, as you moan his name when he flinches his tongue on your clit, you realize that you are Roman’s forever & you don’t ever want to push him to anger or see that side of him again. His intense black eyes are something you will never forget.
Pairing/s: Bi Han (Noob Saibot) x Chubby!AFAB!Reader
Warning/s: NOT PROOFREAD, NSFW (18+) SMUT, body worship, cunnilingus, noob's shadow fucks you, monster fucking (in a way???), bent over the counter, scratches, blood, pain kink
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Now with the newfound power of chaos, Bi Han has lately been too occupied with Lin Kuei matters and mending his Earthrealm duties to make time for you. Amidst expressing his apologies to you, you understood the weight falling upon him and told him not to worry.
But his shadow is not so easily eased. Luckily, he had other alternatives.
Author's Note: this is set in a time where bi han finally understood the gravity of his actions and how it led him to his torturous transformation as noob saibot. his well-deserved redemption arc or smth. also i kinda picture bi han's shadow clone as some sort of stand lmao
"bi han."
the firm tone in your voice immediately ceased the grandmaster's restless back-and-forth walking.
he sighed in dejection, "I only believe that I must make up for the unforgivable actions that I have done to you and to my brothers in the past."
you only shook your head in reassurance, "my dear husband..."
the heartwarming impact that struck bi han as you used that term of endearment on him had him melting into a pit of regret and guilt. He was just so determined to atone for the damage he had inflicted upon the people he held so dear. the torture he endured from titan havik's doing and how you all brought him back to the wu shi to be saved despite what he's done, could you blame him for constantly worrying and apologizing?
"i know you are trying your best to seek forgiveness from me, kuai liang, and tomas." you held his dark cold hands to your beating chest, "but you cannot keep cramming yourself to a routine of balancing this and mending your broken vows as earthrealm's defender. You'll burn yourself out. I can see how exhausted you are lately."
bi han scoffs and snorts, "a mere small sacrifice." he steps closer and pulls you in, pressing his forehead onto yours, "I'll take whatever punishment for you."
the familiar security your husband provided drew you in, and the longing to feel him again burned you. how much you've missed him.
"Then at least focus on re-leading the Lin Kuei to its former duties. After that, once there is contentment in it, then we can truly focus on ourselves."
your husband only let out a huff before nodding--begrudgingly agreeing to your offer.
but a certain shadow within him did not feel satisfied enough.
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liu kang and kuai liang arrived at arctika, not shortly after, to discuss the terms and conditions of bi han's atonement. you gave both of them a small reassuring smile, a subtle plea of saying "please hear him out" and escorted them to bi-han's office.
you now busied yourself in the kitchen; boiling tea for your husband and guests. the comfortable orchestra of the snowy winds and chirping crickets filled the evening as the domesticity of being back in the lin kuei filled your soul.
when suddenly, large hands grasped your waist causing you to jump in surprise, and the teacup you were washing almost slipped out of your hold. assuming it was probably just bi han testing out his new teleportation skill on you again, you released a soft sigh and chuckled before turning to face your husband. however, what you didn't expect was the dark facade of bi han's clone.
saibot.
although he wasn't exactly the person you assumed to be, you still welcomed his presence with a light caress on his cheek. a deep rumbling cat-like purr erupted from within his throat as his glowing lidded eyes bore back at yours and his hands continued their journey of rubbing and kneading the softness of your sides. the sharp edges of his gloves─or were they his claws─lightly scratching the fabric surface of your dress, a slight beg to touch the warmth of your skin.
"saibot, is everything alright? where's bi han?" you beamed at the shadow clone, acting as if his touch was not affecting you in any way.
due to his nature as just a clone, saibot could only let out grunting sounds and had to learn certain gestures to communicate─most of the time, he'd resort to just doing what he wanted to do instead of telling anyone. people would say that saibot was only the embodiment of bi han's psych (specifically the chaotic part of him) and only acts what bi han is thinking. but you knew that wasn't true. you knew saibot was capable of making his own decisions; that although in complete control by your husband, the shadow clone has grown a consciousness to choose as he pleases.
like right now.
you wait for an answer from him, but instead, he merely makes a noise of frustration before turning your body with your back to his front─the solid muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed onto you held a chilling cold. he buries his head into the thin muscle of your neck, tangling his face in the warmth of your flesh and inhaling the fragrance of your soap.
a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers grasp the skirt of your dress and flip it upside, revealing your panty-clad bottom to him. you shiver at the breeze that brushed along the surface of your skin causing a wave of goosebumps to tingle your nerves. His movements of rubbing his masked face onto your neck and hands groping every inch of your plush flesh caused an accumulation of wetness to drip onto your panties.
"saibot..." a faded moan under your breathe that, you thought, only fell to your ears, but it seemed like it also reached the clone's
he let out a rumbling groan that vibrated against your back before going down onto one knee. saibot's hands pushed your upper body to slightly bend over the counter and then proceeded to push your luscious thighs apart.
without warning, the shadow clone lunged forward; burying his face between the globes of your asscheeks. you throat down a scream as you feel a wet long muscle slither in the folds of your pussy, kitten-licking your bundle of nerves and occasionally brushing over your clit. he pulls away for a second, just enough to make you recover, before wrapping his strong arms around your thighs to spread your pussy wider and dove back in. short pants and shuddering breaths are the only coherent sounds you can muster up with how aggressively your husband's clone was assaulting your sex.
"ah~ wait... f-fuck─" the muscles in your arms tremble as you try to keep yourself composed, "s-so good, augh~!"
it was so foreign yet so familiar like it knew where all your weak spots were─the tip of his tongue effortlessly finding your g-spot and exploring the moist walls of your cavern. did bi han order him to do this? by the elder gods, you were so going to kill him.
your edge crept up so close to you that you reached back and pushed saibot's head further into your gushing sex, losing yourself to your pleasure.
"yes! right there, please... saibot."
however, it was taken away as saibot pulled away and stood to press his pelvis onto your ass. you let out a whine in annoyance and looked over your shoulder to scold him but that was abruptly silenced. the sight of him so lewd; mask abandoned on the floor, his mouth gaping with his monstrous tongue lolled out and sharp canines exposed while his pearly orbs held a dark shade of pent-up lust.
it was as if he was bi han himself.
you moaned at his lust-filled gaze. the sexual aroma blindfolding your senses driving you to arch your back more with your arms now bent to the elbows, wiggling your rear to rub on his raging hard-on─enticing him.
"more please..."
saibot did not need to be told twice for his giant clawed hands roughly grasped your panties and tore them apart. with the restrictive barrier of your underwear in the way, he admired the glistening slick that he left adorned your waiting hole. saibot made quick of his black pants and belts before revealing his enormous dark-veined ridged covered cock. you stare at the overwhelming size and leaking tip, how the fuck did a shadow come to possess something like this?
you barely had time to register the sight, when the clone suddenly shoved his entire length into you. the stretch of it knocked your consciousness down─your mind completely blank and stunned. he thrusts without a care in the world; barbarously fast, obsessively watching your cunt selfishly swallow the size of him, and possessively digging his claws into the thickness of your waist that they puncture your flesh─your crimson starts to pool out and stain the fabric of your dress.
with your head too caught up in the frenzied state of intense cock-drunkness, your body confused the pain of your wounds as blissful pleasure. an undeniable thirst for it instantly erupts within you, needing more.
your arms weakly push your upper body upward to lean your back abutting his front and saibot's arms immediately enclose around you. he places his head over your shoulder, tilting down to marvel at your bouncing breasts threatening to spill out of the confines of your dress.
his thrusts continue their animalistic pace even as you release a high-pitched moan followed by a shuddering exhale, meaning you were close to cumming.
"c-cumming... aah! kiss me please~!" your desperate pleas controlled by the embarrassment of avoiding being too loud and the heated desire of wanting him to release inside you.
the shadow complied with one of his hands grabbing your chin and smashing his cold chapped lips onto yours─that long monstrous tongue of his overpowering your trembling normal one. he figuratively swallowed your face and your screaming moans with a deep roar as he exploded deep within your cunt; the heavy ropes of his cum shooting up into your womb, overflowing your guts with his seed.
you finally pull away from him, a string of saliva parting you both. a train of exhaustion ran you over as soon as you relaxed in his hold, your eyelids struggling to keep themselves open. saibot stayed inside you while he licked your sweat off your neck, savoring the saltiness of your state.
he then nibbled on your earlobe, "the grandmaster awaits..."
A/N: FUCCCCKKKKK this was a delicious thing to write lmao i love this whole kinktober thing i was literally just writing the entire day because the ideas just kept flowing in HAHAHHAHA
anyways on to the next kinktober fic ! dividers are made by @adornedwithlight and @roseschoices
👽: (Taking place both before Kuai Liang’s relationship with Harumi and Bi-Hans betrayal.)//Full Kinktober list here ➜ 💌
🖇️: Kuai Liang x gn!Reader x Bi-Han
✅: Proof Read
⚠️:NSFW/SMUT/afab reader/Manhandling/They take turns/good ninja bad ninja kinda vibe/quite dubious with consent in this one/slight temperature play/a little bit of riding, a little bit face fucking/Have fun getting fucked :3
★ The snow tastes like iron and failure. You realize this approximately two seconds after Bi-Han slams you into the drift, your body folding against white that swallows sound, swallows screams, swallows everything except the crushing weight of him. His fingers—cold, so cold—find your wrists and pin them down like he’s done this before. Like you’re not the first spy he’s ever buried.
★ The mission was supposed to be clean. Surgical. You were supposed to be invisible. Instead, you were very, very seen.
★ “Stop struggling,” he growls into the nape of your neck, breath misting against skin. There’s no heat in his voice. That’s what terrifies you most—how methodical he is, how patient. Like you’re a problem being solved—not a person being destroyed. His knee presses between your legs and—
★ Yoink. Your arm twists—a flexibility trick, desperate and stupid—and you manage to wrench free just enough to throw an elbow, connecting hard with his jaw. There’s a moment, one moment, where you feel the satisfaction of bone against bone, where you think maybe, maybe—
★ Then he’s everywhere.
★ Flipping you like you weigh nothing, pressing your face down into the snow until your vision whites out, until you can’t breathe without tasting crystals and your own panic. His forearm is a bar across your back. Immovable. Final.
★ This is how it ends. In a snowbank, with a man who wears cold like armor and probably collects teeth as souvenirs after victory...
★ “Bi-Han.”
★ The voice cuts through the moment like a blade—warm where Bi-Han’s is frozen, uncertain where his is stone. Kuai Liang. You’ve never been so relieved to hear disapproval in two syllables.
★ The pressure on your back doesn’t ease, but Bi-Han’s hand shifts. That’s something.
★ “What exactly are you doing?” Kuai Liang’s footsteps crunch toward you both. You can feel him before you see him—heat, worry, the particular flavor of a man about to start a conversation he’d rather avoid.
★ Bi-Han scoffs, not answering immediately. Instead, his grip shifts to your hair—fists a handful of it—and wrenches you upright onto your knees. Rough. Brutal. Exposing you like contraband, like something that needs naming and shaming.
★ Your scalp screams, your body still half buried in white, exposed and trembling. You can feel the sweat cooling on your skin, mixing with the snow melting against your face.
★ “They’re a spy,” Bi-Han says it like it’s obvious. Like it answers everything. His fingers stay tangled in your hair, a leash, a threat. “Lin Kuei traitor.”
★ Kuai Liang’s eyes—gods, his eyes are so worried—search your face like he’s looking for a reason not to believe his brother. You’re giving him nothing. You’re giving him everything. Your whole body is screaming.
★ “Is it truly necessary?” Kuai Liang asks quietly. There’s something underneath the words. Something that sounds like please.
★ Bi-Han doesn’t respond with words. He moves instead—hand releasing your hair to trace the curve of your jaw with fingers that have gone impossibly colder. Ice spreads beneath his touch, crystallizing, forming. An ice blade takes shape like he’s singing it into existence. He presses it against your throat with the kind of tenderness that makes your heart stutter, stop, restart all wrong.
★ The blade is sharp enough that you feel blood bead, just one dark line of red against your skin, dripping into the white. Your eyes squeeze shut, accepting fate. The world narrowing to Bi-Han’s face close enough to kiss, expressionless—Kuai Liang’s hands clenching at his sides—the weight of the Lin Kuei’s judgment against your skin.
★ “Wait—“ Kuai’s voice wavers, stepping forward. His hand is raised, placating. “Brother. Reason, please. Perhaps interrogation. They could have information. We could—“
★ Your throat moves against the ice blade. A dangerous gesture. Bi-Han’s head tilts. Considering. And in that pause, the whole world holds its breath.
★ “Very well,”he says finally, and each syllable falls like a block of ice into still water. “Bring them.”
★ Kuai opens his mouth. Closes it. There’s a war happening on his face—duty versus doubt, order versus instinct. You see him lose the battle before he speaks.
★ “Brother, I meant—
★ “As your Grand Master,” Bi-Han cuts him off, cold and final, “I’m ordering you to secure the prisoner.” The word prisoner settles over you like a shroud.
•••
★ The Lin Kuei outpost is carved into a mountain like a scar—all shadows and concrete and the kind of silence that makes you hyperaware of your own breathing. You were difficult. Purposefully so. And so Bi-Han froze cuffs on you—and decided it was best that both him and his brother dragged you through corridors. And gods—they smelt of metal and something older—something that’s been frozen so long it was forgotten. Faded.
★ Your body aches in colors you didn’t know existed. Seriously. Bruises bloom across your ribs like flowers. Your head pounds—probably where Bi-Han’s fist caught you. You’re alive, though. That’s the thing that keeps circling your thoughts like a vulture. You’re alive. And that within itself was a small victory in this huge hole you’ve dug yourself. Right?
★ Youre thrown into a cell like room. Not gently. The door slides shut with a creak of cold that makes your teeth chatter. “Get comfortable,” he says. His hand lingering on the door. “We have all night.” And then he’s gone, leaving only the hum of quiet behind. There was a seat, a table, or a large rock that served as one anyways, and a small inescapable window with bars over it, up too high for you to even consider trying anyways. You shattered the ice cuffs on the stone table.
•••
★ Hour one was mid. Kuai Liang enters first. He brings water. A cloth for the blood. His eyes are soft in a way that feels calculated—which might be worse than if it felt honest. “Your name,” he says gently, stayinf at a careful distance. Not close enough to threaten. “Start there.”
★ You look at the water. Look at him. Then you smile. “It’s a very nice interrogation room. Really brings out the warmth in your eyes….”
★ His mouth tightens. Not angry. Disappointed, maybe. He tries again. “Who sent you?”
★ “Your mother, probably. She seemed really invested in my career trajectory.” Kuai sighs. He’s patient, though. So patient. He asks about the organization, the mission parameters, the safe houses. He asks like you’re a person. Like you might actually want to tell him.
★ You tell him absolutely nothing of value. At one point, he brings a chair of his own and sits across from you. There’s something almost friendly about it. Almost conversational. He talks about the Lin Kuei like he’s trying to convince you of something. Like if he just explains it right, you’ll understand and agree.
★ “They trained you well,” he says, and there’s genuine respect in it. “But you’re caught. You’re here. There’s no shame in—“
★ “Oh! absolutely there is,” you interrup. “Shame is like ninety percent of my brand.” He leaves. Returns with tea. Sets it between you like a peace offering. You kick it over gracefully, watching the cup fall from the table.
★ The liquid spreads across the floor in a dark stain. Kuai watches it for a long moment, then nods—like he expected that, like he respects the choice somehow—and stands to leave.
•••
★ Hour four was less mid, to say the least. A shift change—of course. Bi-Han doesn’t enter so much as arrive. The temperature in the room drops fifteen degrees just from his presence, and you watch Kuai’s shoulders tense at the doorway behind him. No pleasantries. No tea. “Oh good,” you say brightly. “The angry one.”
★ His jaw works. “Who. Sent. You.” You consider this. “Define ‘sent.’ Like, existentially? Because my parents sent me out into the world, and look how that turned out, amirite?” He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t laugh. He moves closer, and the cold intensifies until your breath comes out in visible clouds.
★ “Answer.”
★ “Sorry—I’m having trouble hearing you over the sound of your own desperation….” Kuai shifts in the doorway. A warning, maybe. To both of you. Bi-Han pulls a chair around—drags it, metal scraping against stone—and sits backward on it, arms folded across the back. He’s close now. Close enough that you can feel the cold radiating off him like a physical thing.
★ “Name,” he demands.
★ “Boingaloing”
★ “Organization.”
★ “The Sparkly Sunshine and Glittery Rainbows Coalition..”
★ “Location of your handlers.”
★ “Atlantis. Second star to the right—no—to the left.”
★ His hand shoots out—grabs your chin, forces your eyes to meet his. The cold of his skin burns. “Are you trying to make this worse?”
★ “I mean, you guys are the ones making it worse.” you say, and you’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake. “I’m just here for the ambiance.”
★ He releases you. Steps back. Runs a hand through his hair in what might be frustration or might be the prelude to something worse. Messing it’s perfect look. Kuai watches from the doorway, his expression unreadable but concerned.
★ “Leave us,” Bi-Han says without looking at his brother.
★ “Bi-Han—“
★ “Leave.”
★ Kuai leaves. The door clicks behind him.
•••
★ Now it’s just you and him. “You think this is a game,” he says. It’s not a question. He’s pacing now, restless energy barely contained. “You think you’re clever.”
★ “I don’t think it,” you say. “I know it.”
★ He stops. Turns. And the look in his eyes is something sharp and dangerous and so far past patient it’s almost beautiful.
★ He flicks his wrist, and ice spirals across the floor in a pattern that cages your feet. You can move, technically, but there’s a threat in it. A promise of what could happen if you push further. “Your team,” he tries again, voice dropping to something that feels like winter itself. “Who are they?”
★ “No idea. We never met. Very professional that way…” He moves fast. Grabs your wrist—the one that punched him, because of course he remembers—and twists it just enough to hurt. Not to break. Not yet. A warning written in pain.
★ “Try again.”
★ “I already told you, I don’t—“
★ The ice around your feet creeps higher. Climbs your legs. It doesn’t cut, but the threat is certain, suspended in the air between you like something alive. “Your handler’s name.”
★ “Not telling you.”
★ “Your mission objective.”
★ “Absolutely not.”
★ He releases your wrist, steps back. The ice retreats. For a moment, you think maybe he’s calming down, and relief starts to bloom in your chest—
★ Then he slams his hand against the stone table, ice crackling from under his fist. Controlled, though. Precise. It doesn’t touch you, but it rains ice shards so close you feel the wind of them. “Talk.”
★ You’re breathing hard now. Adrenaline singing. But you look him dead in the eye. “Make me.”
★ The silence that follows is deafening. He grabs your collar—not gentle, never gentle—and hauls you up from the chair and against the wall. His forearm presses against your throat, not cutting off air exactly—but suggesting that he could. That he will, if this continued. “Who are you working for?” His voice is a growl, his questions relentless—very one the same just worded differently—all barely contained rage. “What is your mission?”
★ Your heart is pounding. Your pulse is hammering against his arm. And you—despite all your training, despite everything you know about interrogation and leverage and survival—you laugh. It’s a small, breathy sound against the pressure of his arm, but it’s there. His eyes narrow. “You think this is jest worthy?”
★ “I think,” you gasp, “you’re trying really hard.”
★ He leans back just slightly—not enough to give you real air, just enough to process what he’s about to do—and then the door opens. Kuai stands in the doorway, his expression carefully blank. “Enter—and lock.” He doesn’t elaborate.
•••
★ Your laughter dies in your throat as the door slams shut behind Kuai Liang, the sound echoing like a final seal on your fate. A quick motion from Kuai’s hand and the three of you seemed locked together. The room feels smaller now, the air thicker with unspoken threats. Bi-Han’s grip on your throat loosens just enough for you to breathe—but his eyes—those cold orbs—pin you in place. You’re the enemy, captured after a brutal skirmish, and laughter was your last defense. Now, it’s crumbling.
★ Bi-Han doesn’t waste time. His hands tear at your clothes with savage efficiency, fabric ripping under his fingers as he exposes your skin to the chill of the room.
★ Bruises from your battle earlier, the ones he made, he pressed, the purple marks throbbing under his rough palms as he shoves your shirt up and yanks your pants down. You twist against him, but it’s futile—his body is a wall of muscle and intent. Naked now, vulnerable and…not completely against this tactic, if you were being honest. You feel the wall bite into your back as he forces you up more against it.
★ Kuai Liang stands frozen in the corner, his arms crossed, face a mask of conflict. His eyes flick to you, then away, the heat radiating from him like a distant fire. “What is this?” he mutters, voice low and edged with doubt. “Yeah—Grandmaster, what?” You provoke, having nothing to lose at this point.
★ Bi-Han doesn’t look at him, his words eerily calm as his hold on your tightens in warning. “Come here—touch them with me” your heart drops straight to your core—slicking your inner thighs just from Bi-Han’s words. Maybe you had a little to lose…
★ Kuai hesitates, the room hanging in tense silence, broken only by your ragged breaths. Bi-Han’s head snaps toward his brother. “I gave a direct order. Or do you need me to remind you of your place?”
★ The bark in Bi-Han’s voice cracks the air like ice. Kuai moves then, steps deliberate but reluctant, approaching you with the wariness of someone stepping into a trap.
★ His hands—warmer than the room’s stale air—hover near your hips before settling on them. He massages down to your thighs, spreading them apart slowly, fingers kneading the tense muscles with a gentleness that contrasts Bi-Han’s roughness.
★ His fingers trail upward, circling your entrance with deliberate care, teasing the slick folds before he pushes two inside you, deep and unyielding. You gasp, the intrusion sending a jolt through your core, your body betraying you with a clench around him.
★ Bi-Han claims your mouth then, crashing his lips against yours in a dominating kiss. His tongue invades, thrusting deep as his hands roam to your chest, pinching and twisting your nipples until you squirmed, arching from the wall. The dual assault builds a pressure you fight to ignore, your hips bucking involuntarily.
★ They pull away only when you’re panting, flushed and aching. Bi-Han spinning you around, slamming your front against the cold wall of the room. The stone bites into your cheek as he kicks your legs wider. His cock presses against your ass, hard and insistent, before he drives into your pussy from behind with short, brutal thrusts. Each one slamming deep, making you grunt as he stretched you around his thickness, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.
★ “Pathetic,” he growls against your ear, his voice a blade. Frost creeps from his fingertips, ice forming thin trails along your skin, letting the freezing chill seep into where his cock pistons inside you.
★ The cold radiates from him, turning your inner walls numb then hypersensitive, the icy burn contrasting the friction of his relentless pounding. It feels like shards of winter embedding in your heat, making every thrust a shocking contrast—your pussy clenching tighter around the frozen length of him, the temperature drop stealing your breath. You whimper, the sensation overwhelming, secretly craving the way it sharpens every nerve.
★ Kuai watches, his hesitation fracturing as Bi-Han’s pace quickens, the wet slap of skin echoing. Bi-Han pulls out abruptly, leaving you empty and trembling, the sudden absence of his cold cock making your body ache. He shoves you toward Kuai, who catches you almost gently, guiding you to straddle him as he sinks into the nearby chair. It creaking under his weight.
★ Kuai’s hands steady your waist, and you lower onto his length, naturally straddling him. His cock is thicker, hotter, scorching as it fills you. He groans softly, the heat from his power pulsing through his skin, warming your pussy from the inside out.
★ It’s the opposite of Bi-Han’s icy assault—it felt like waves of fire licking at your walls, making you slicker, sweat beading on your forehead not even two minutes in as you ride him. His thrusts upward are measured at first, building to a steady rhythm, his palms sliding up your back, leaving trails of warmth that make your muscles melt. You were burning up.
★ Bi-Han circles like a predator, his voice dripping with utter disdain. “Look at you, enemy whore, sweating already?” His words sting, fueling the dark thrill coiling in your gut, but you glare at him, even as your hips grind down harder, chasing the blistering heat that counters the lingering chill in your veins.
★ You make a show of it—sinking down slowly onto the scolding cock beneath you, eyes half lidded in exaggerated bliss. A low, throaty moan escaped Kuai as heat enveloped you. He groans softly, and you moan again, “Yes, juust like that,” loud enough for Bi-Han to grit his teeth, your nails digging into Kuai’s shoulders as if he’s your salvation.
★ You turn your head toward Kuai, murmuring, “Don’t stop,” with a softness that borders on affection, your body arching into his touch while you pointedly avoid Bi-Han’s eyes. That irks him. Severely. You see it in the way his jaw tightens, the frost thickening on his fingers. Good. Let it fester. If he snaps at Kuai now, it just gives you an opening to slip away in the confusion.
★ Kuai’s heat intensifies with each bounce, his cock throbbing inside you, your pussy clenches around Kuai deliberately, milking him as you ride faster, sweat beading down your back.
★ Bi-Han grows more agitated, his hand twitching at his side as he fights the urge to stroke himself through his pants—or strangle you for being so audacious. (He’s uncertain which would bring more pleasure.) His breaths come sharper, ragged, the air around him dropping degrees as his control slips, chills prickling your skin even from afar.
★ “Enough,” he snarls finally, stepping closer with intent. But you meet his gaze with a smirk hidden in your moan, rolling your hips harder against Kuai to push Bi-Han further toward the edge, daring him to break, to do something like lashing out at his brother for fucking you better.
★ He broke alright. Just not how you had hoped for. In a blur of motion, Bi-Han’s hands clamp onto your shoulders, pressing you down further onto Kuai Liang’s cock with brutal force. Punishing force. The sudden depth rips a gasp from your throat as Kuai’s tip slams against your cervix, his heat surging wildly.
★ Your pussy spasms uncontrollably around him, the overwhelming pressure igniting an unexpected/forced orgasm that rips through you both. Kuai bucks up involuntarily, his groan turning into a guttural roar as he cums hard, flooding your insides with hot spurts that mix with your own release, dripping down your thighs in messy rivulets.
★ Before the aftershocks fade, Bi-Han yanks you up like a rag doll, your body limp and quivering from the climax. Kuai’s hands linger on your hips for a heartbeat, fingers trailing possessively before they drop defeated into his lap, his chest heaving.
★ Bi-Han forces you down onto your knees before him, the cold floor biting into your skin. His eyes burn with possessiveness as he frees his cock—thick, rigid, and already leaking from the tip. “I’ll make use of this defiant mouth you have,”
★ You barely have time to part your lips before he grabs a fistful of your hair, thrusting forward to fuck your face without mercy. His cock stretches your jaw wide, the salty tang of him filling your mouth as he drives deep, hitting the back of your throat with each punishing snap of his hips. Gags escape you, saliva dripping down your chin, but he doesn’t relent, using your mouth like a tight, wet hole for his pleasure.
★ The frost from his powers seeps into his skin, cooling the shaft against your tongue even as his pace turns frantic, drool coating down your chin. Bi-Han’s grip tightens, his breath hitching as he swells impossibly harder. With a final, savage thrust, he cums, the first thick ropes shooting straight down your throat, forcing you to swallow or choke.
★ He pulls back just enough to pump the rest across your face—hot, sticky strands painting your cheeks, lips, and lashes in humiliating white streaks. Your body slumps, spent and trembling, as he shoves you aside onto the floor. “We’ll continue our conversation once you’ve cleaned yourself.” Bi-Han says as if it were pity on you, before nodding toward his brother. “Kuai Liang.” The two hastily straightening their selves out before exiting. Leaving you to your own devices for fifteen minutes.
★ You panted, shakily dressing yourself and trying to ready up as best as you could. Not planning to break even the second go round. If withholding information meant getting your brains fucked out like that—then so be it. (And you would SOOOO be it.)
thinking about bi-han on his knees, his hands restrained behind his back while he eats you out. his brows pull together as he scowls up at you from between your legs, because he despises the fact he can’t touch you, can’t grab your hips and pull you closer to his mouth to the point that you’re smothering him with your plush thighs, enveloping him in your scent. he can only take what he is given, and listen to the cute sounds that fall from your lips, his cock twitching helplessly at every sigh of his name.
when you start to feel yourself getting close, you draw your hips back and he lets out a strangled groan, eyes darting up to yours at the absence of your taste on his tongue. you stare down at him from the edge of your shared bed with a pitiful smile, breathing heavy. strands of dark hair fall from his now untidy bun, framing his flushed face, his eyes dark with lust and desperation. his lips, glistening and wet with your juices, slightly part as he mutters your name — both a plea and a warning.
you tilt your head to the side with a soft hum, hand coming down to rub slow circles on your clit. his eyes come up to meet yours, almost offended, and you breathe out a laugh, picking up the pace. your back arches, legs spreading further apart, giving bi-han the perfect view of your pretty hole clenching around nothing. a low moan escapes from his throat, precum leaking from his aching tip, powerless as he watches you grind against your fingers.
bi-han almost cums on the spot when you let two fingers slip past your folds, stretching yourself open with a soft whine. he groans as he watches your other hand trail up your torso to play with your breast, gently squeezing the soft mound of flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple between your fingers. his eyes flick down, catching the way you tighten around your fingers at the feeling, and he feels his cock twitch against his abdomen. the desire to touch and taste you clouds his mind, the lewd squelches of your cunt and your needy whimpers filling the room, invading his senses.
and when you whine out his name, all breathy and desperate, the way you always do when you’re about to cum, he feels the last of his resolve slip.
he freezes the restraints around his wrists, and pulls his hands apart. the sound of ice shattering pierces the air, and before you can even register what’s happening, your fingers are yanked out of your entrance, quickly replaced by bi-han’s tongue.
he presses wet, opened-mouthed kisses against your hole, growling between each one about how he has “entertained your antics for far too long,” and needs to “remind you of your place.” he lifts the hood of your clit up, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud before pulling it between his lips, sucking harshly. you let out a high-pitched moan, hands shooting down to tangle in his hair as you arch against him. strong arms wrap around each of your thighs, pulling you against his face until you are suffocating him, keeping you in place as your writhe and squirm in his hold.
your grip in his hair is almost painful as your head falls back. you’re moaning and panting into the air, desperately attempting to shut your legs, but he keeps them spread, making you completely vulnerable to him. he gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, trying not to finish there and then at the sight of you, completely wrecked because of him. he adjusts so he can shove his cold tongue into your quivering hole, nose bumping roughly against your hardened clit. you’ve fallen back on the bed at this point, legs shaking, back arching as you cry out his name.
he doesn’t let up when you cum, relentless tongue lapping up all your juices, because what kind of man would he be if didn’t clean you up properly? he smirks into your folds when you start to twitch around him, helplessly pawing at his head, begging him to stop. his lips leave you with a lewd pop! and he stands up, leaning over you.
he brings a gentle hand up to your face, calloused thumb wiping at the tears running down your cheeks from the overstimulation. you look completely ruined, a mess, all because of him, and he can’t help the mean chuckle that slips past his lips. his other hand comes down to position his cock at your messy hole, running it up and down your slit, relishing in the way you whine at the feeling, and he leans down, lips brushing against your ear,
“did you truly believe we would stop there?”
— ( ✉️ ) not proofread, sorry this is so long jesus. one hundred percent based off of that one scene in khaos reigns when hes handcuffed and on his knees in front of mileena while she decides to kill him or not UGH LOVE HIM
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