Those acting skills kicked in the instant the sourness hit. Which means you can still clearly tell he’s feeling it hard.
His sunglasses mask the fluttered squinting somewhat until he takes them off to put his head in his hand.
For once he’s speechless, and you almost tell him to just spit it out but he refuses with a slow headshake against his palm.
Actually manages to hold on until the candy sweetens, to which he glares at you, slick forehead-ass. How could you do that to him… He could have died..
Kenshi:
He knows. His ancestors told on you.
Tries the candy to humor you, and because he wants to (see) you happy. Taken aback at first because since becoming blind, his other senses have heightened and taste is no exception.
Still handles it better than Johnny, but if his eyes still worked he’d be squeezing them like lemons right now.
Quietly puts it back in its wrapper once it sweetens. Kind of a let-down reaction, but it’s cute to see his tongue blue when he says “Yeah it’s… Sour.”
Bi Han:
Completely oblivious when you hand it to him. It’s blue so he’s inclined to eat it
His usual scrunched brows inflate in the splittest second once the sour hits, thinks you’ve moronically given him a poisoned substance without realizing.
He spits it out on his hand when you try to tell him no, it’s not an assasination attempt, it’s just candy. Not amused.
Slings it hundreds of feet away before you hear a distant vehicular collision.
Tomas Vrbada:
Put the candy in his mouth with no hesitation since he trusts you. Trust revoked.
Still has it in his mouth but glares at you with saucer eyes. Once he sees you grinning, realizes you’ve done this on purpose and hollers.
Fans his face as wisps of smoke flutter at his hand, remembers his Lin Kuei ninja training.
Gets through it!! Cries a little while you give him back pats.
Syzoth:
Puts it in his mouth and swallows it whole.
He still doesn’t catch that you tried to prank him. It was a bit tangy, sure, but was that it?
Has a reduced sense of taste since he’s a reptile so this is nothing for him. It does give a nice tingle, though.
Asks for more, you give him one more. Looks confused at your own confusion and extends his hand for more. More-
Stuffs them in his mouth like popcorn.
Baraka:
Inspects the candy between his sharp nails with hesitation until you say he doesn’t have to try it if he doesn’t want to.
You saying it like that makes him secretly happy :DD so he eats it, close to crunching until the sour hits.
Tries to spit it out instinctively but his teeth are in the way..
The sour candy ricochets in his poor jaws like a pinball machine.
Ends up accidentally swallowing it. I hope you’re happy.
I read your one bi han fic where reader thinks bibi was just using her as a stress relief and then he reassures her which is sweet but here me out...a fanfic with bi han x reader where reader has a crush on him and they have sex and she wants to spend more time with her and stuff and he just outright tells her it was for stress relief(he's lying) then he sees her with johnny or tomas and gets jealous and then confesses to her
A Fool's Assumption
ur talking ab Snowstorm 🥹my first ever fic i had balls to publish lmao y’all really like angsty bi han for some reason 😮💨
Pairing(s): Bi-Han x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, rough sex, jealousy, slight angst, not much to say ab this one rlly
A/N: i’m getting my mojo dojo back on…. kind of 🫠 also i do plan on rewriting some of my old work, just dunno whennnn
Masterlist
Your hand shot out in front of you, gripping the sheets for dear life as a cold hand pressed down on your lower back, forcing you to arch into the bed.
You gasped as his thick tip bullied into your spongy g-spot, dragging over it again and again in the most delicious way.
“B-Bi-Han!” you choked out, mewling when he tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked your head back roughly.
He grunted in acknowledgment, his thrusts precise and punishing.
“You wanted this,” he growled low, “don’t start pretending you can’t handle it.”
His hand splayed across your back, guiding your hips back onto his, a pleased sigh slipping from him as he sank even deeper.
It was becoming too much—the mix of pleasure and pain from his rough thrusts overwhelming you, especially after the three orgasms he’d already wrung out of you, climbing you toward your fourth.
With a weak whimper, you tried to crawl away, inching forward even as he kept driving into you.
His eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled, voice low and menacing.
Two hands seared onto your hips and dragged you back harshly against him, wedging his cock impossibly deeper.
“Don’t run from what you begged for,” he sneered. “Try that again and I’ll pin you to this mattress and ruin this pussy.”
You sobbed against the sheets, your walls clenching painfully around him as you succumbed to your fourth orgasm.
“P-please, I can’t—” you gasped, tears slipping from your lashes.
Bi-Han let out a low curse at the sound of your sweet, wrecked voice, feeling his length twitch violently inside you.
“Yes you can. Just a bit more,” he panted, draping himself over you and pinning your hips down to the mattress with his own.
You thrashed beneath him, only to be held completely still, choked moans and barely-there whimpers spilling out of you.
Bi-Han drove into you a few more times, savoring the way your walls pulsed around him before pulling out and spilling across your rear.
“Shit…” he grunted, catching his breath as he slowly lifted himself off you, falling to the side with an exhausted groan.
You stayed there panting, body trembling and twitching with aftershocks, struggling to steady your breath.
“Fucking hell, Bi-Han,” you complained breathlessly. “I think you broke me.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his lips as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.
“So dramatic,” he grunted. “I wasn’t that rough with you.”
You shot him a look of disbelief before rolling your eyes and snuggling further into him, the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.
When you awoke, your body was properly sore and the space beside you was cold and empty. You pouted at that, but shrugged it off. He was a busy man, and you didn’t expect him to stay and cater to you all morning.
You stretched, got up, and began getting ready for the day, taking a soothing shower, brushing your hair, applying your tinted gloss—all while humming softly to yourself, a small smile playing on your lips.
Honestly speaking, you weren’t sure what to expect from him after the deed, but it definitely wasn’t this.
It was him barely sparing you a glance, giving you the cold shoulder every time you tried to spark a conversation. His words toward you stayed as icy as ever, like he was too busy to even bother speaking with you.
You frowned at all of it, trying to make sense of the shift. After the night you spent together, you thought maybe he’d soften a little or at the very least acknowledge you more than usual.
“Hey, Bi-Han,” you said softly, knocking on his office door to get his attention.
He raised his head, eyes narrowing at the sight of you before a grunt slipped out.
“…Yes?” he said gruffly, immediately turning back to whatever document sat in front of him.
You lingered in the doorway for a moment, stepping inside as you tried to figure out what to even say.
“Are you… okay?” you asked cautiously.
“Yes,” he replied, brow lifting briefly. “Should I not be?”
You shook your head. “No, no, I just… I was making sure.”
Bi-Han hummed low in acknowledgment, eyes dropping right back to the page.
“Are you… mad at me?” you squeaked, biting your lip as your fingers played with the hem of your shirt.
His eyes lifted at that, wary and evaluating.
“No. I am not,” he answered slowly, like he was trying to figure out why you’d even ask something so out of left field. “I am completely fine, Y/n. What do you need?”
“It’s just… you’ve been acting kind of cold with me, is all.” You shrugged, feeling smaller by the second.
“I have been acting the same as yesterday,” he replied flatly.
You opened your mouth, then shut it again, suddenly unsure what you were even trying to argue.
Bi-Han sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “What are you expecting, Y/n?”
You shrugged, shaking your head and giving a noncommittal little noise.
He huffed, eyes sharpening as he stared you down.
“Do not waste my time. What are you expecting from me?” he repeated, irritation threading through his voice.
You exhaled shakily, looking away before forcing yourself to meet his eyes again.
“I dunno…” you murmured. “I just… thought you’d be different. Y’know, after… last night.”
Bi-Han went quiet, a frown settling onto his features. He studied you for a long moment before letting out a deep, resigned sigh.
“Last night was… a stress relief for the both of us,” he said evenly, and you flinched at how blunt he was. “You seemed frustrated, and I had far too much work to think about. It seemed like a good way to rid ourselves of stress. That’s all.”
Ouch.
Yeah. That fucking hurt.
Your eyes dropped to the floor, lashes going wet as tears gathered. You grit your teeth and forced yourself to nod.
“Right…” you said, voice low and tight. “Stress relief. Got it.”
Bi-Han opened his mouth as if to say something else, but you gave a quick bow, murmuring an apology for disturbing him before swiftly exiting his office.
After that, you began avoiding him whenever possible. If he happened to be around, you’d excuse yourself to finish your duties elsewhere. When speaking to him couldn’t be avoided, you kept it polite and brief, reverting completely to the way things had been before.
It was starting to grate on his nerves just how much you were distancing yourself.
But really… who did he have to blame for that?
The truth was, he had the biggest, stupidest crush on you. And now that the two of you had slept together, the dumbass didn’t know how to function afterward. He had been so sure you weren’t into him (the fucking idiot)—at least, not the way he was into you. He’d assumed you’d just slept with him so you could say you managed to do it.
Now he knew you weren’t that shallow—you were far too kind to pull something like that.
Still, he could never be completely sure.
Women of all types were always throwing themselves at his feet, flaunting themselves for even the smallest scrap of his attention. He had just considered it lucky that he’d had his eye on you for a while and had finally given in to his own needs.
But now?
Now he was rethinking his choice of words and how dismissive he’d been about the whole thing.
He sighed, grumbling to himself as he stalked down the hall toward his office. He would definitely have to make it up to you somehow. Maybe take you out to dinner and try to confess, in his own impossible way.
As he racked his brain, trying to come up with something, he heard your laughter drifting from down the hall and looked up.
Johnny had an arm hooked firmly around your shoulders, apparently cracking jokes, his eyes lighting up whenever they landed and made you laugh.
Bi-Han frowned at the sight, his usual scowl settling onto his face as he began approaching the two of you.
“Oh come on, princess,” Johnny grinned at you. “We’d make it to the Oscars if you became the leading lady in my new film.”
You giggled, a faint blush coloring your features as you gently smacked his arm. “Absolutely not, Cage! Besides, I have duties to tend to. I can’t just up and go to Paris for your film.” You smiled.
“Indeed, you cannot.”
Both of you turned your heads at the gruff response, watching Bi-Han stop in front of you with an annoyed expression, his eyes fixed on you with something that almost looked like anger.
“Grandmaster,” you muttered, bowing slightly, which only made him frown a little more.
“Stop ruining my plans, you emo blizzard,” Johnny complained, tugging you closer to him as if to keep Bi-Han from stealing you away. “I need a pretty lady like her to make my film look spectacular.” He winked at you.
You shook your head, a small grin tugging at your lips. “Johnny,” you said exasperated, “do you even listen? I said no!”
“Nah, heard you. Just trynna convince you,” he grinned back.
“Y/n.” Bi-Han interrupted, his voice low.
You looked up at him again, noticing his eyes were darker than before.
“Office. Now,” he grunted, already turning on his heel and briskly walking toward his office.
You blinked before letting out a small sigh.
“The hell is his problem?” Johnny tilted his head. “Got an ice pick up his ass or something?” he snorted at his own joke.
You shook your head, slipping out from under his arm with a soft laugh. “Maybe,” you joked back.
“Hopefully he doesn’t give your ass too many frostbites.”
“Johnny!”
He laughed and shooed you off.
You took a deep breath, staring at the door in front of you before exhaling and gently knocking.
A grunt sounded from the other side. After a moment, you pushed the door open and stepped into his office.
Bi-Han was already seated behind his desk, dark eyes fixed on you the moment you entered. The door shut behind you with a quiet click.
“Grandmaster,” you murmured politely.
Bi-Han stared at you for a moment, his eyes unreadable.
“You seemed to enjoy yourself,” he said flatly, his voice still carrying that low tone from earlier.
You blinked. “…What?”
“Cage,” he replied, looking at you unimpressed. “Laughing at his pathetic jokes and letting him hang off you like a fool.”
Your brows shot up in surprise and confusion. “He’s just a friend. He was only joking around.”
“That’s all the imbecile does,” he scowled. “Joking. Always joking, never taking anything seriously. The fool.” He muttered the last part under his breath. “And always touching.”
You stared at him for a moment, your brows slowly furrowing.
“Why does that matter to you?”
He stiffened, his eyes cutting away from you briefly before returning to your gaze, nearly blank.
“You are distracting him from his duties and training,” he said stiffly.
You raised a brow. “Johnny distracting himself is hardly my problem. Besides, you know he barely pays attention during training and ends up slacking on some of his duties.”
“Precisely why you shouldn’t be speaking so freely with him,” he said flatly.
“Oh, please.” You snorted. “He’ll find me one way or another,” you mused.
Bi-Han’s eyes narrowed at you.
“You seem to be quite comfortable with him,” he noted.
“Well… yeah,” you mumbled awkwardly. “We actually talk to each other like normal people.”
Bi-Han stilled at that, his lips pursing slightly as he considered your words.
“Look—” you sighed. “If this is about you thinking we’re sleeping together, we’re not,” you said bluntly, staring him down. “I make it a habit not to do that. Whether it’s stress relief or not.”
Bi-Han tensed at your words, his lips parting slightly in surprise at how forward you were.
“So don’t worry,” you finished. “I’ll keep it professional.”
Bi-Han stared at you, quietly stunned. After a moment, he let out a long sigh and shook his head.
“No…” he muttered.
Your brows furrowed. “…No? What do you mean no?”
“I’m… a fool,” he sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I must admit I was not exactly… forthcoming with you.”
You simply stared at him, waiting for him to explain.
“The reason I said that was because I wasn’t sure you liked me. I simply thought that I may have been… bragging rights of sorts.” he winced.
“A what?” you asked, confused.
“I thought you slept with me because you could,” he repeated.
Your eyes widened and you sputtered, flustered by the thought. “You thought I slept with you as a trophy?!”
He nodded solemnly. “Yes.”
“I— What? Bi-Han, what the hell?!” you gawked at him. “Why would you even think that?”
He shrugged, something so out of character for him.
You opened your mouth, only to promptly shut it again, pinching the bridge of your nose with a soft sigh.
“No, I didn’t sleep with you because of that,” you murmured, lowering your hand and meeting his eyes shyly. “I did it because I like you.”
Bi-Han blinked, a faint smirk curling onto his lips. “Is that so?”
You glared at him. “Don’t start with this shit.”
He let out a low chuckle, standing up and rounding his desk before stopping in front of you. He tentatively raised a hand, gently caressing your cheek. A soft hum left him when you nuzzled into his palm.
“I like you too,” he murmured softly.
You smiled up at him, lidded eyes full of adoration.
“How about this time we sleep with each other for different reasons, hmm?” you teased, a grin breaking across your face as he smirked and let his hand slide down to your neck, fingers curling lightly over your pulse.
“I think that’s a fine suggestion,” he murmured darkly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours.
Hopefully one of you remembers to lock his office door before Johnny barges in looking for either of you.
