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 canāt touch you, canāt grab your hips and pull you closer to his mouth to the point that youāre 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 ā 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 youāre 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 whatās happening, your fingers are yanked out of your entrance, quickly replaced by bi-hanās tongue.
he presses wet, opened-mouthed kisses against your hole, growling between each one about how he has āentertained your antics for far too long,ā and needs to āremind you of your place.ā 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. youāre 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. youāve fallen back on the bed at this point, legs shaking, back arching as you cry out his name.
he doesnāt let up when you cum, relentless tongue lapping up all your juices, because what kind of man would he be if didnāt 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 canāt 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,
ādid you truly believe we would stop there?ā
ā ( āļø ) 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