Summary: Joel gives you exactly what you want and more.
Warnings: explicit content, 18+ only, mdni. Established relationship, kissing, teasing, oral(female receiving), nipple play, dirty talking, unprotected sex, consensual sex, praise kink, p in v, dominantJoel!, overstimulation.
Word count: 2.0k
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"You're thinkin' too loud again.” He murmurs voice rough and gravelly. Soft lips brush the crown of your head when he speaks like he’s trying to pry the words from your mind.
You tilt your face up, nose grazing the underside of his jaw. The short silver freshly trimmed bristles catch faintly against your skin tickling you. "No I’m not."
"Liar." A low huff of amusement moves through his chest. "I can hear the wheels spinnin’ from here sweetheart."
You shift sliding one knee over his thigh so you're half-straddling him, the movement slow enough that the old couch creaks in protest. His hands automatically settle on your hips big, warm and callused palms fitting the curves like they were carved to the exact measurements of your body years ago.
"Maybe I'm just thinking about how long it's been since you kissed me properly." You say keeping your voice soft teasing at the edges.
Joel's eyes dark like honey in the firelight just a narrow of a fraction. The corner of his mouth twitches not quite a smile, but close enough that heat coils low in your belly.
"Properly." He repeats tasting the word like it's something dangerous and powerful. "That what you want?"
He studies you for a long heartbeat thumb sweeping the sensitive skin just under the hem of your shirt, back and forth, back and forth. Then he leans in very slow so slow you feel every inch of the distance close, and catches your mouth with his.
It isn't gentle at all. It's thorough and hungry in the way only Joel can be hungry. Like he's memorizing you all over again even though he already knows every dip and swell and secret place by heart. His tongue slides against yours, deep and unhurried, tasting of coffee and the tiniest trace of the whiskey he'd sipped earlier. One hand leaves your hip to cup your jaw, tilting your head exactly where he wants it so he can lick deeper, slower, until your lungs burn and you're making small, helpless sounds against his lips. When he finally pulls back just far enough to speak his forehead rests against yours. His breathing is ragged.
"That properly enough for you sweetheart?" He asks his voice wrecked as you softly bite your bottom lip tasting him.
You shake your head, smiling despite the way your pulse is hammering in your throat. "Getting there."
He growls low in his chest a half laugh, half warning and surges up, lifting you with him as though you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist as his arms lock under your thighs. He carries you through the dim hallway without once breaking the kiss, mouths sliding together wet and open and desperate now, teeth catching lips, tongues chasing every gasp.
“Joel.” You giggle as the bedroom door bangs softly against the wall when he shoulders it open.
Moonlight spills through the gap in the curtains, turning the quilt silver-blue almost like a oil painting. He doesn't even bother with the lamp. He never does when it's like this even when the wanting has already burned past patience into something raw and reverent.
He lowers you to the mattress with careful hands, following you down so his weight pins you gently and deliciously. The mattress dips under his knees as he settles between your thighs. For a long moment he just looks at your eyes roaming your face, your throat, the way your chest rises and falls beneath the thin shirt.
"Christ." He breathes, almost to himself as he looks at you like a piece of art. "Look at you."
Heat floods your cheeks through your chest, and the tender skin between your legs. You reach for him, fingers curling in the front of his henley tugging on the fabric gripping the material tightly.
"Stop staring and touch me." You whisper feeling a little bold but also very desperate for his touch.
His laugh is rough and fond. "Bossy tonight."
He drags the borrowed flannel off your shoulders first, slow enough that you feel every inch of fabric sliding over skin. Then the sleep shirt up and over your head, tossed somewhere into the dark. Cool air kisses your bare breasts as your nipples tighten instantly. Joel makes a low broken sound in the back of his throat.
"Fuck baby." He rasps palms sliding up your ribs until his thumbs brush the undersides of your breasts. "Every damn time I look at you I lose my damn mind."
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth a hot wet suction that makes your back arch off the bed. His tongue circles flicks and then flattens. Licking slow and deliberate strokes while his hand cups the other breast, rolling the peak between rough fingers until you're whimpering, fingers twisting in his hair.
"Joel please." He switches sides, giving the neglected nipple the same devastating attention, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly. When he finally lifts his head his pupils are blown wide lips puffy.
"Gonna take my time with you." He promises his voice thick and deep. "Been thinkin' about this all goddamn day."
He kisses a slow path down your sternum, over the soft curve of your belly, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just above your navel until you squirm. His hands hook into the waistband of your underwear and drag them down your legs inch by torturous inch, kissing every new strip of skin he uncovers your inner thigh, the hollow behind your knee, the arch of your foot, until you're completely bare beneath him.
He sits back on his heels for a moment, just looking again, eyes dark and reverent. You’re like a work of art to him, and he doesn’t even think you’re real. His eyes glimmer with adoration and lust.
"Spread those legs for me, sweetheart." He murmurs and you do thighs obediently falling open, heart pounding so hard you're sure he can see it.
Joel exhales roughly as one big hand slides up the inside of your thigh. His knuckles brushing the slick seam of you. He parts you gently with two fingers, exposing the swollen pearl of your clit to the cool air.
"So wet already." He says awed like it’s a surprise every time. His thumb circles your clit with a light, maddening pressure and your hips jerk. "This all for me?"
"Yes." You gasp. "Only you."
He groans low and wrecked, and lowers his head. The first slow drag of his tongue makes your vision white out at the edges. He licks a broad flat stripe from your entrance to your clit, then seals his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks gently at first then harder tongue flicking in perfect time with the pull of his mouth. Two thick fingers slide inside you, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes your thighs tremble and your breath hitch into sobs.
"Joel oh God don't stop." Begging and pleading with him only making him chuckle in response.
"Oh I’m not stopping sweetheart." He growls against you the vibration sending sparks up your spine. "Not 'til you come on my tongue, baby. Want to feel it. Want to taste it."
He works you with devastating patience with long luxurious licks, and then quick fluttering flicks, his fingers pumping slow and deep until your hands are clawing at the sheets, heels digging into the mattress, hips rocking shamelessly against his face. The wet sounds are obscene filthy and perfect.
When you shatter it's sudden and shattering your back bowing, a broken cry tearing from your throat as pleasure crashes through you in bright pulsing waves. Joel doesn't stop, doesn't even slow he just works you through it, tongue soft now, lapping gently until the aftershocks fade to trembling.
He kisses his way back up your body, your hipbone, ribs, collarbone. Until he's hovering over you again, forearms braced beside your head. His mouth is glossy his chin glistening. He kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and you moan into his mouth like you're starving.
"Need you inside me." You whisper against his lips keeping your mouth slightly open. "Please, Joel I need to feel you."
He makes a rough sound like a half plea half gratitude, and sits back just long enough to yank his henley over his head. The broad planes of his chest, dusted with silver and scarred from too many close calls, make your mouth water. He shoves his jeans and boxers down in one impatient movement as his cock springs free. Thick and flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. He strokes himself once, twice his eyes locked on yours.
"Ready for me baby?" He asks, even though he knows the answer, even though you're already reaching for him.
"More than ready." You breathe with more reassurance than you've ever felt before.
He settles between your thighs again, guiding himself to your entrance. The blunt head nudges inside with just the tip, and you both groan at the stretch, the heat, the impossible intimacy of it.
"Slow." He murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Gonna go slow, baby. Wanna feel every inch."
He sinks in by agonizing degrees, thick length stretching you open, filling you so perfectly your eyes sting with how good it is. When his hips finally meet yours, when he's buried to the hilt, he stills, breathing hard against your temple.
"Fuck." He chokes out. "Cunt feels so tight. So perfect. Christ, you feel like heaven."
You clench around him on purpose and he hisses, with his hips jerking involuntarily. He growled so loudly you almost wanted to do it again just to draw that kind of reaction out of him again.
"Don't please don't do that yet or I'm gonna lose it." He warns you softly his voice strained.
You smile wicked and soft all at once, and wrap your legs around his waist heels digging into the small of his back. Joel smirking at you knowing exactly what you were doing, and it turned him on even more.
"Move Joel." You whisper. "Fuck me."
He pulls out almost all the way with slow, deliberate roll of his hips forward again, deep and smooth, grinding against your clit on every stroke. The rhythm builds gradually with long, luxurious drags that make you feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of him inside you. His mouth finds yours again the kiss is sloppy now, all teeth and tongue and shared breath.
"Goddamn, baby." He groans against your lips. "You take me so good. Look at you cunt so pretty stretched around my cock."
You whimper nails raking down his back, leaving red trails he'll feel tomorrow. Knowing it would be a reminder of what he did to you, and how good he made you feel.
"Harder." You beg out loud and with your eyes. "Please I need you deeper."
He growls, and hooks one of your knees over his elbow, opening you wider, and thrusts harder, faster, but still controlled and still careful. The headboard taps the wall in time with his rhythm as the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room.
"Look at me baby." He rasps when your eyes flutter shut. "Want to see you when you come again."
You force your eyes open, locking onto his noticing how dark, fierce and tender his became. His hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit, circling in tight perfect strokes that match the drag of his cock.
"Joel I'm gonna, oh fuck." You couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Your mind was completely scrambled, and your body in a trance.
"That's it." He coaxes his voice low and ragged knowing exactly what he needs to say to get you there. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you. Let me feel my girl fall apart."
The pleasure coils tighter and brighter, until it snaps white-hot and endless. You cry out his name, clenching hard around him, pulsing and shaking. Joel's rhythm stutters as his hips slam forward once then twice burying himself as deep as he can go.
"Fuck baby I'm—" His voice breaks as he’s cut off on a guttural moan. Heat floods you in long, shuddering pulses as he comes, hips jerking, forehead pressed hard to yours, every muscle in his body locked tight.
He stays inside you long after the last tremor fades, breathing hard against your neck, arms trembling where they cage you. You stroke his back in slow soothing lines, feeling the rapid thud of his heart against your chest.
Eventually he eases out very careful, gentle and rolls to the side pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest again. His fingers trace lazy patterns over your spine while your breathing evens out.
"I love you." He murmurs into your hair, so quiet you almost miss it. You press a kiss to the scar on his shoulder the one he got the winter you both nearly froze outside Casper.
"Love you too." You whisper back letting him know you heard him.
The rain keeps falling much softer now almost like a lullaby against the glass. Joel pulls the quilt over both of you tucking it around your shoulders, and holds you like he's never going to let go. And for tonight at least he doesn't.
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I’m not going to lie lovelies, I’m pretty discouraged, I used to post a fic and get anywhere between 40-90 likes on it, the lower number being on Bi-Han solo fics and the higher number on fics that include Kuai Liang too. After receiving only two likes on this the first time I posted it I’m posting it again, this time with a Kuai Liang version too. Just an FYI the versions are identical except for the name, so if Kuai Liang seems OOC AF it’s because it was originally written as Bi-Han. I’m hoping that maybe you guys will show some interest in it now, if not I’m probably going to just stop posting things I write over here, if I do write more it will most likely end up on AO3 exclusively. I’m not trying to come off as overdramatic or needy, but if there’s no interest here anymore, then there’s just no interest here anymore and I don’t need to make myself feel like shit constantly because there’s no one to like things on Tumblr anymore. So, I’m genuinely asking you lovelies to like, comment, reblog, give me some sort of feedback (positive or negative is fine, I just want to know your honest thoughts on it).
Alright so here we go. My new style OG Sub-Zero (Bi-Han) x F!Reader and/or Sub-Zero (Kuai Liang) x F!Reader a little background on it, it’s set about 4 years before the first Mortal Kombat tournament takes place so Bi-Han is around 28 in it and Kuai Liang is about 25.It’s not explicitly stated though so if you like sexy, older bearded Kuai Liang better then is sexy, older bearded Kuai Liang. It’s flexible. You (the reader) have recently moved to China (because ya know the Sub-Zero Brothers are CHINESE contrary to idiotic Adam Driver opinion) to teach English, as fate would have it the company sends you to the remote village at the base of the Lin Kuei temple. I might do a first encounter story at some point but this particular story is set about 6-7 months after meeting the cryomancer. You only know him as Sub-Zero, but don’t know he’s Lin Kuei, or what the Lin Kuei is, you know he’s cold but don’t know why he’s cold, he likes keeping you in the dark. The relationship has been totally casual up until this point, but things start to get a little more serious as Sub-Zero decides it’s time to take your relationship to the next level.
Kuai Liang Version:
You lean back in your chair, stretching your stiff arms above your head as you let out a triumphant sigh. You had just finished up grading the small mountain of tests that laid neatly stacked in the corner of your desk. The week always seemed to last a little longer when you had to grade tests, you didn’t really like giving written exams in the first place, they seem impractical to you. It was more important to you that the kids could speak the language properly rather than be able to diagram a sentence, who the hell needs to know how to diagram a sentence, you think to yourself shaking your head in annoyance. You had moved to China about ten months ago after graduating college, you hadn’t planned on being an English teacher, but you quickly jumped on the opportunity as it meant an escape from your miserable home life. The company that hired you did warn you it would be in a rural area, but conveniently left out the fact that you would be in the absolute middle of nowhere. Surrounded by a sea of endless clouds, rugged snowcapped pillars of stone that were unlike anything you had ever seen and a tiny village nestled at the base of said mountains with a slow, steady river running through it that they claimed was still in Hunan Province.
When you first arrived, you were pretty sure you had stepped back in time, the beautiful little town looked like it was from the Ming Dynasty, it was like living out a childhood fantasy. Adjusting to life here had been difficult at first, you didn’t miss your life back in America but at the same time you didn’t speak a word of Chinese, you didn’t know a single person aside from the school’s principal and you were most certainly the first foreigner most of the village folks had ever laid eyes on which made navigating your new life a challenge to say the least. You gradually made friends with the other teachers and learned a few simple phrases to get by, but with the language barrier is was difficult and often times lonely, or it was until he showed up. There was one person you met about six or seven months ago that had turned your life upside down even more so than moving half-way across the world ever could, someone who made your cheeks feel hot just thinking about him. You smile to yourself as you think about him before hastily clipping all the tests together and dropping them into your filing cabinet as you grab your belongings and head for the door looking forward to spending the weekend relaxing.
You make your way home from work, along the bustling stone streets, exhausted from your long week of trying to teach energetic, Chinese pre-teens English. You love your job now, and the kids are terrific most of the time, a couple of the boys still like to tease you every now and then but it had its down sides too like the long hours and tedious, repetitive grading. You slump against the railing of the rickety wooden stairway leading up the hill to your small, quaint home overlooking the gorgeous river flowing through town. From the outside it appeared ancient and picturesque, matching the landscape of the unchanged little village but the inside was updated enough that you never missed the modern comforts of your forgotten life in America. You heave a long sigh before trudging up the precarious steps, “I’ve been here nearly a year you’d think I’d be used to these by now,” you grumble to yourself before unlocking the door. You are greeted with a wall of cold as you step inside, and all your fatigue seems to melt away as a delicious shiver runs through your body. He’s here, you bite your lip as you feel your heart begin to race.
Cold lips steal your breath away before you’re even able to get your shoes off as even colder hands grip your hair roughly. You part your lips as a startled little whimper escapes you before being swallowed by the cryomancer’s demanding lips. You can’t help but shiver and whine loudly as his cold tongue plunges into your warm mouth and his tall, muscular frame cages your small body against the front door. You stand on your tiptoes as your fingers claw and scratch at the shorn hair of his undercut before tangling themselves in the short ebony locks on top. There are never any slow, gentle kisses like the ones you’ve seen in movies with Sub-Zero, it was always all encompassing and all consuming. You feel like you’re drowning in an ice-cold sea as his incessant tongue twists and curls around your own. You gasp in slight pain and you feel the familiar heat of arousal pooling between your thighs as his sharp teeth tug your lower lip open in his haste.
The groan he lets out when the coppery liquid hits his tongue makes your stomach tighten in the most delicious way possible. He had been gone for a few days now, off on another one of his “business trips” as he liked to call them. It was evident he had missed you from his obvious erection grinding against your clothed core. You weren’t exactly sure what he did for a living, he was very secretive and evasive about it. You had heard whispers from your coworkers and the villagers about him. Accusations anywhere from him being a member of the notorious Triads to something more ancient, more deadly, something the locals refused to talk about freely. You don’t know much Chinese yet, but you knew enough to piece together the words “forest” and “ghost”, but it means nothing to you. You tended to favor the thoughts about Sub-Zero being involved with the Triads mainly because he refused to tell you his actual name. He always said things like it was for your own good or if he told you he’d have to kill you which you were sure he was just joking about.
None of it really bothered you that much you didn’t really care; things hadn’t been serious enough for you to worry about it. Not until recently at least, things were supposed to be casual, no strings attached, just good sex whenever he graced you with his presence. You fucked up and caught feelings though and found yourself falling hard for the cryomancer. It wasn’t entirely your fault though, he was the only man you had ever been with, ever kissed, you weren’t exactly noticed back in the states, it was practically inevitable that you would fall for him. The way he makes you feel, wanted and worthwhile was too intoxicating to resist, being with him just felt right. You aren’t stupid enough to ruin a good thing though, so you play along, you don’t pester him for his name, you don’t ask him to stay the night when you know he won’t and you certainly haven’t told him how you feel. You shiver as his teeth graze your neck brining you back to the present and he yanks your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before hoisting you up against the door easily. Whatever he was or wasn’t, he was strong.
You feel your cheeks flush as you’re suddenly eye to eye with him, bared before his icy gaze, you tremble in anticipation as he licks his lips. He smirks, that cold, confident expression causing your hips to jerk involuntarily as he pulls his massive, dripping cock from the confines of his pants. You cry out as you feel the soft head of his cock rubbing teasingly along your dripping slit smearing pre-cum all over your glistening folds. He flashes his teeth again as his length sinks into your quivering, hot cunt in one swift movement, causing your breath to hitch as you feel his cock stretching you open, and you revel in the addictive discomfort. “S-Sub-Zero,” you start, eyes widening in realization. You try and continue but you’re so torn between the delicious sensation of the cryomancer’s dick filling your tight hole so completely and the burn and discomfort of him entering you so roughly the words escape you momentarily.
He grunts in response as he buries himself deeper in your delicious heat, clearly not interested in your protesting, “fuck, how are you always so tight?” Sub-Zero mutters before silencing your protests with a quick, sloppy kiss before pulling away to curse softly again.
You moan as you feel him filling you to the brim, stretching you to your limit as you’re so full you feel like you can barely breathe, you let out a shaky cry as you try and relax and adjust to the intrusion. “C-condom,” you manage to croak out, “you-you forgot.” You squeeze experimentally around his thick cock despite your dismay, immediately aware of how much colder his cock feels without the thin layer of latex to protect you. Your cheeks flush immediately as you’re suddenly very much aware of each twitch and every little pulse of the cryomancer’s long, thick cock as he works it deeper inside your dripping canal.
He growls as he holds himself deeply inside you, relishing in the intoxicating tightness your fluttering walls provide as your pussy enrobes his dick almost entirely. “You’re mine,” he states, upper lip curling into a slight snarl as the words make you tighten painfully around his length.
The words make your head swim with pride and pleasure. “Yes,” is all you can manage to whimper out as your fingernails bite into his muscular back as he pulls out only to slam himself inside you making you shout with delight. There’s a slight twinge of pain as your body adjusts to the harsh action, but you barely notice due to the delicious pleasure and satisfaction you feel being filled so completely by his cold length.
“It wasn’t a question,” the cryomancer counters as he begins to fuck you, his slow but deep, controlled thrusts opening you up and making your toes curl. “You belong to me, and it’s about time you realize that I can fuck you however I want, whenever I want,” his teeth nip and bite at your tender neck as his cold cock brushes against your sweet spot with practiced precision from each nudge of his hips. He thrusts into you patiently, with deep slow strokes driving you crazy as he pulls out entirely, only to press his thick cock all the way into your velveteen heat once more.
Your back arches against the door as you rock your hips in time with Sub-Zero’s teasing thrusts. He shifts slightly to pin your arms above your head and bends his knees slightly to thrust up into your wet heat, driving his cock even deeper inside you. “F-fuck,” you sigh shakily, your exhalation hanging in front of you in a condensed puff brought on by the cold rolling off the cryomancer’s body. You bite your lip as you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your body at a lazy, maddening pace. Despite the aggressive kiss this encounter began with it was clear that Sub-Zero had calculated and complete control over the situation. You can’t help but whimper softly as he continues to thrust slowly, driving himself harder inside of you with each stroke as your walls hug and squeeze his cock.
His arrogant expression only grows as your eyes squeeze close and your pussy flutters around his throbbing cock. He gives you no warning before switching up the pace to start pounding into your dripping cunt. “Look at what a mess you are y/n,” he pauses to lick a cold stripe along your exposed neck, “getting so worked up over me stating a simple fact.” The cold tip of his tongue sends shivers down your spine as it traces along the shell of your ear as his voice drops to a low, throaty whisper, “or maybe you can’t wait for me to use your tight little hole however I want and fill you to the brim with my seed.” The cryomancer doesn’t miss a beat, each word falling from his cold lips punctuated by sharp thrusts focused entirely on your sweet spot.
The words hit you like a punch to your gut and your flush bright red and let out a pitiful whine as an embarrassing amount of moisture gushes from your already sopping cunt as your unexpected orgasm crashes through your body. You thrash and tremble in his hold as stars dance before your eyes, unable to silence your quiet cries as each thrust prolongs your pleasure. “Sub-Sub-Zero please,” you pant weakly as your cunt flutters and quivers around his cock and you find yourself desperate for him to make good on his word.
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow at your sudden orgasm before letting out a low chuckle. “What am I going to do with you? I haven’t even finished yet and already you’ve made such a mess of yourself creaming all over my pants like that,” he groans as he fucks you through your release, your want soaking through his pants as you watch him force his cock in and out of your sloppy hole. The cryomancer grips your hip tighter, continuing to piston his thick cock inside your unforgiving cunt, his icy eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit entry way.
Your back bows as you grit your teeth in delicious discomfort as his dick pounds into your cervix, rearranging your insides to make room for his enormous length. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you shout loudly while the cryomancer slams into you, his thrusts quickly becoming brutal and animalistic. You finally wrap your legs tightly around his waist to have something to hold onto. Your arms begin to burn from his icy hold, but it only adds to your pleasure, “fill me up,” you whisper not entirely aware of what you’re begging for.
“Hm? What was that?” Sub-Zero flashes you a cock-sure grin as he fucks you hard enough to make your ass smack loudly against the door.
Heat floods your face and despite the proximity of his glacial body you feel feverish and overheated. You’re so close to cumming again you aren’t even sure what you’re saying as the words leave your lips in a jumbled mess, “please Sub-Zero, cum inside me. Mark me as your own. I-I need it! I need to feel your cum filling me up! Oh fuck! Nng! Please!” You squeal, hips thrashing wildly in his ironclad grip, as you feel that delicious heat pooling in your stomach about to bubble over as each powerful thrust of the cryomancer’s hips brings you closer and closer to completion.
The cryomancer smiles cruelly as he stops thrusting entirely, just leaving his icy cock buried in your throbbing heat. The hand binding your wrists weaves its way into your hair as he pulls it sharply. “Keep this up and I might let you bare my heir,” he hums the words temptingly as his punishing thrusts resume. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” his ethereal blue eyes narrow as his cold fingertips trail lightly over your flat stomach as if to accentuate the question.
Your mind races at his words, as foolish and naïve as it sounds you had never even considered the possibility of the cryomancer knocking you up. He had always used a condom in the past, but the feeling of skin on skin magnified the sensation of his cold, velvety cock invading every inch of your pussy. The idea of him cumming raw inside your unprotected pussy made your brain short-circuit. On some baser, primal level you wanted nothing more than to be used by him, reduced to nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. You hair strains against his grip as you try to thrash your head side to side, suddenly so eager to agree to whatever he wants in the heat of the moment, needing to give him anything and everything he desired. “Ah! Sub-Zero! Please! Mark me, claim me! I need to feel you cum inside me” you beg and plead with the cryomancer as your heels dig into his back as if you were strong enough to keep him buried in your fluttering cunt if he didn’t want it.
His deep voice rumbles your name as he bites down on your ear lobe, bucking up into your velvety pussy harder, more frantically than before, reading the telltale signs of your body. He bares his teeth at you as you clamp down around his thick length, “Kuai Liang,” he growls, his thrusts seem labored now. Your cunt is so wet, Sub-Zero has to struggle to keep his length inside your squirming body, but it was a problem he was more than happy to have.
You blink back tears as he edges you closer and closer to your orgasm and you try and process what he just said, “what?”
“My name” he groans fucking into you deeply, his balls drawn up tightly as frost creeps along your hip and his rhythm starts to falter. “You belong to me; I want to hear you scream my name as I shoot my icy load into your hot little cunt.”
Your breath catches momentarily in your throat as your hips roll and buck in time with his thrusts. “Kuai Liang,” you whisper feeling positively giddy at the new revelation as your thighs tremble and quiver with your impending orgasm. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as the first jolt of pleasure races up your spine. “K-Kuai Liang!” you shriek hoarsely as the cryomancer’s cock slams into your sweet spot a few more times as you tumble hard over the edge. You can see your breath hanging in the cold air as you sob his name over and over as pleasure wracks your body. Your legs tremble and jerk as your orgasm tears through your body, the intensity of it forcing you to squeeze your eyes close tightly as your small body continues to thrash against the cryomancer’s large toned one.
“You like how that feels huh? Can’t get enough of having my bare cock stuffed in your tight little hole, ready to burst. Tch. Shit, I’m going to pump you so full of my cum your pussy will be overflowing with my cock still inside it,” he grits out as his hips finally still and he forces his cock painfully inside the deepest recesses of your cunt as pumps his icy load inside your unprotected womb trying to keep his guttural growl contained. “G-good girl,” he practically purrs against your ear as his cock floods your waiting pussy with spurt after spurt of thick, sticky, freezing cold cum.
You moan loud and long as you feel the thick pulses of icy cum painting your insides white. You can’t help but dig your nails frantically into his perfectly bulging biceps, needing to ground yourself as your pussy convulses around his length. The sensation of Kuai Liang cumming deep inside your trembling, over sensitive pussy, pushes you over the edge one last time. As you cum again you scream his name so loudly, you’re sure the neighbors hear your cries as your cunt tenses and your silky walls grip and massage his still twitching cock. Tears of relief stream down your face as your tight walls clamp down on his cock, determined to keep him inside you as you rock shamelessly against him a moment or two before you find yourself overwhelmed with the force of your third orgasm. Your vision blurs as jolt after jolt of pleasure shoots through your body, you can’t breathe as he reduces you to a panting mess. Your body feels boneless as you continue to cling to the cryomancer to keep yourself from blacking out entirely. You shake from exertion and the all-consuming cold as your greedy pussy milks every drop of cum from the cryomancer’s spent cock. You’re left shivering, with your teeth chattering as you feel frozen from the inside out, but the cold is as addicting as it is comforting. You crave more of it as your head lulls forward with content exhaustion, falling on the cryomancer’s shoulder as his unyielding grip on your hair finally relaxes.
He grins at you, looking entirely satisfied, messy hair falling into his handsome face, “you want me to order something for dinner? You’ll need to keep your strength up for round two.”
You smile at him softly as he eases out of your aching pussy his gaze predatory and possessive as you pussy can’t contain the amount of cum the cryomancer has filled it with, He watches intently as his release trickles down your thigh as his cold, strong arms steady you. “Yeah, delivery sounds perfect, I don’t think I can walk to the night market after that, Kuai Liang,” you lower your eyes shyly, still trying to get used to his name.
“I like the way my name sounds coming from your lips,” he smirks, running his thumb over your lower lip before easily hefting you over his shoulder and carrying you inside your home.
Original Bi-Han Version:
You lean back in your chair, stretching your stiff arms above your head as you let out a triumphant sigh. You had just finished up grading the small mountain of tests that laid neatly stacked in the corner of your desk. The week always seemed to last a little longer when you had to grade tests, you didn’t really like giving written exams in the first place, they seem impractical to you. It was more important to you that the kids could speak the language properly rather than be able to diagram a sentence, who the hell needs to know how to diagram a sentence, you think to yourself shaking your head in annoyance. You had moved to China about ten months ago after graduating college, you hadn’t planned on being an English teacher, but you quickly jumped on the opportunity as it meant an escape from your miserable home life. The company that hired you did warn you it would be in a rural area, but conveniently left out the fact that you would be in the absolute middle of nowhere. Surrounded by a sea of endless clouds, rugged snowcapped pillars of stone that were unlike anything you had ever seen and a tiny village nestled at the base of said mountains with a slow, steady river running through it that they claimed was still in Hunan Province.
When you first arrived, you were pretty sure you had stepped back in time, the beautiful little town looked like it was from the Ming Dynasty, it was like living out a childhood fantasy. Adjusting to life here had been difficult at first, you didn’t miss your life back in America but at the same time you didn’t speak a word of Chinese, you didn’t know a single person aside from the school’s principal and you were most certainly the first foreigner most of the village folks had ever laid eyes on which made navigating your new life a challenge to say the least. You gradually made friends with the other teachers and learned a few simple phrases to get by, but with the language barrier is was difficult and often times lonely, or it was until he showed up. There was one person you met about six or seven months ago that had turned your life upside down even more so than moving half-way across the world ever could, someone who made your cheeks feel hot just thinking about him. You smile to yourself as you think about him before hastily clipping all the tests together and dropping them into your filing cabinet as you grab your belongings and head for the door looking forward to spending the weekend relaxing.
You make your way home from work, along the bustling stone streets, exhausted from your long week of trying to teach energetic, Chinese pre-teens English. You love your job now, and the kids are terrific most of the time, a couple of the boys still like to tease you every now and then but it had its down sides too like the long hours and tedious, repetitive grading. You slump against the railing of the rickety wooden stairway leading up the hill to your small, quaint home overlooking the gorgeous river flowing through town. From the outside it appeared ancient and picturesque, matching the landscape of the unchanged little village but the inside was updated enough that you never missed the modern comforts of your forgotten life in America. You heave a long sigh before trudging up the precarious steps, “I’ve been here nearly a year you’d think I’d be used to these by now,” you grumble to yourself before unlocking the door. You are greeted with a wall of cold as you step inside, and all your fatigue seems to melt away as a delicious shiver runs through your body. He’s here, you bite your lip as you feel your heart begin to race.
Cold lips steal your breath away before you’re even able to get your shoes off as even colder hands grip your hair roughly. You part your lips as a startled little whimper escapes you before being swallowed by the cryomancer’s demanding lips. You can’t help but shiver and whine loudly as his cold tongue plunges into your warm mouth and his tall, muscular frame cages your small body against the front door. You stand on your tiptoes as your fingers claw and scratch at the shorn hair of his undercut before tangling themselves in the short ebony locks on top. There are never any slow, gentle kisses like the ones you’ve seen in movies with Sub-Zero, it was always all encompassing and all consuming. You feel like you’re drowning in an ice-cold sea as his incessant tongue twists and curls around your own. You gasp in slight pain and you feel the familiar heat of arousal pooling between your thighs as his sharp teeth tug your lower lip open in his haste.
The groan he lets out when the coppery liquid hits his tongue makes your stomach tighten in the most delicious way possible. He had been gone for a few days now, off on another one of his “business trips” as he liked to call them. It was evident he had missed you from his obvious erection grinding against your clothed core. You weren’t exactly sure what he did for a living, he was very secretive and evasive about it. You had heard whispers from your coworkers and the villagers about him. Accusations anywhere from him being a member of the notorious Triads to something more ancient, more deadly, something the locals refused to talk about freely. You don’t know much Chinese yet, but you knew enough to piece together the words “forest” and “ghost”, but it means nothing to you. You tended to favor the thoughts about Sub-Zero being involved with the Triads mainly because he refused to tell you his actual name. He always said things like it was for your own good or if he told you he’d have to kill you which you were sure he was just joking about.
None of it really bothered you that much you didn’t really care; things hadn’t been serious enough for you to worry about it. Not until recently at least, things were supposed to be casual, no strings attached, just good sex whenever he graced you with his presence. You fucked up and caught feelings though and found yourself falling hard for the cryomancer. It wasn’t entirely your fault though, he was the only man you had ever been with, ever kissed, you weren’t exactly noticed back in the states, it was practically inevitable that you would fall for him. The way he makes you feel, wanted and worthwhile was too intoxicating to resist, being with him just felt right. You aren’t stupid enough to ruin a good thing though, so you play along, you don’t pester him for his name, you don’t ask him to stay the night when you know he won’t and you certainly haven’t told him how you feel. You shiver as his teeth graze your neck bringing you back to the present and he yanks your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before hoisting you up against the door easily. Whatever he was or wasn’t, he was strong.
You feel your cheeks flush as you’re suddenly eye to eye with him, bared before his icy gaze, you tremble in anticipation as he licks his lips. He smirks, that cold, confident expression causing your hips to jerk involuntarily as he pulls his massive, dripping cock from the confines of his pants. You cry out as you feel the soft head of his cock rubbing teasingly along your dripping slit smearing pre-cum all over your glistening folds. He flashes his teeth again as his length sinks into your quivering, hot cunt in one swift movement, causing your breath to hitch as you feel his cock stretching you open, and you revel in the addictive discomfort. “S-Sub-Zero,” you start, eyes widening in realization. You try and continue but you’re so torn between the delicious sensation of the cryomancer’s dick filling your tight hole so completely and the burn and discomfort of him entering you so roughly the words escape you momentarily.
He grunts in response as he buries himself deeper in your delicious heat, clearly not interested in your protesting, “fuck, how are you always so tight?” Sub-Zero mutters before silencing your protests with a quick, sloppy kiss before pulling away to curse softly again.
You moan as you feel him filling you to the brim, stretching you to your limit as you’re so full you feel like you can barely breathe, you let out a shaky cry as you try and relax and adjust to the intrusion. “C-condom,” you manage to croak out, “you-you forgot.” You squeeze experimentally around his thick cock despite your dismay, immediately aware of how much colder his cock feels without the thin layer of latex to protect you. Your cheeks flush immediately as you’re suddenly very much aware of each twitch and every little pulse of the cryomancer’s long, thick cock as he works it deeper inside your dripping canal.
He growls as he holds himself deeply inside you, relishing in the intoxicating tightness your fluttering walls provide as your pussy enrobes his dick almost entirely. “You’re mine,” he states, upper lip curling into a slight snarl as the words make you tighten painfully around his length.
The words make your head swim with pride and pleasure. “Yes,” is all you can manage to whimper out as your fingernails bite into his muscular back as he pulls out only to slam himself inside you making you shout with delight. There’s a slight twinge of pain as your body adjusts to the harsh action, but you barely notice due to the delicious pleasure and satisfaction you feel being filled so completely by his cold length.
“It wasn’t a question,” the cryomancer counters as he begins to fuck you, his slow but deep, controlled thrusts opening you up and making your toes curl. “You belong to me, and it’s about time you realize that I can fuck you however I want, whenever I want,” his teeth nip and bite at your tender neck as his cold cock brushes against your sweet spot with practiced precision from each nudge of his hips. He thrusts into you patiently, with deep slow strokes driving you crazy as he pulls out entirely, only to press his thick cock all the way into your velveteen heat once more.
Your back arches against the door as you rock your hips in time with Sub-Zero’s teasing thrusts. He shifts slightly to pin your arms above your head and bends his knees deeply to thrust up into your wet heat, driving his cock even deeper inside you. “F-fuck,” you sigh shakily, your exhalation hanging in front of you in a condensed puff brought on by the cold rolling off the cryomancer’s body. You bite your lip as you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your body at a lazy, maddening pace. Despite the aggressive kiss this encounter began with it was clear that Sub-Zero had calculated and complete control over the situation. You can’t help but whimper softly as he continues to thrust slowly, driving himself harder inside of you with each stroke as your walls hug and squeeze his cock.
His arrogant expression only grows as your eyes squeeze close and your pussy flutters around his throbbing cock. He gives you no warning before switching up the pace to start pounding into your dripping cunt. “Look at what a mess you are y/n,” he pauses to lick a cold stripe along your exposed neck, “getting so worked up over me stating a simple fact.” The cold tip of his tongue sends shivers down your spine as it traces along the shell of your ear as his voice drops to a low, throaty whisper, “or maybe you can’t wait for me to use your tight little hole however I want and fill you to the brim with my seed.” The cryomancer doesn’t miss a beat, each word falling from his cold lips punctuated by sharp thrusts focused entirely on your sweet spot.
The words hit you like a punch to your gut and your flush bright red and let out a pitiful whine as an embarrassing amount of moisture gushes from your already sopping cunt as your unexpected orgasm crashes through your body. You thrash and tremble in his hold as stars dance before your eyes, unable to silence your quiet cries as each thrust prolongs your pleasure. “Sub-Sub-Zero please,” you pant weakly as your cunt flutters and quivers around his cock and you find yourself desperate for him to make good on his word.
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow at your sudden orgasm before letting out a low chuckle. “What am I going to do with you? I haven’t even finished yet and already you’ve made such a mess of yourself creaming all over my pants like that,” he groans as he fucks you through your release, your want soaking through his pants as you watch him force his cock in and out of your sloppy hole. The cryomancer grips your hip tighter, continuing to piston his thick cock inside your unforgiving cunt, his icy eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit entry way.
Your back bows as you grit your teeth in delicious discomfort as his dick pounds into your cervix, rearranging your insides to make room for his enormous length. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you shout loudly while the cryomancer slams into you, his thrusts quickly becoming brutal and animalistic. You finally wrap your legs tightly around his waist to have something to hold onto. Your arms begin to burn from his icy hold, but it only adds to your pleasure, “fill me up,” you whisper not entirely aware of what you’re begging for.
“Hm? What was that?” Sub-Zero flashes you a cock-sure grin as he fucks you hard enough to make your ass smack loudly against the door.
Heat floods your face and despite the proximity of his glacial body you feel feverish and overheated. You’re so close to cumming again you aren’t even sure what you’re saying as the words leave your lips in a jumbled mess, “please Sub-Zero, cum inside me. Mark me as your own. I-I need it! I need to feel your cum filling me up! Oh fuck! Nng! Please!” You squeal, hips thrashing wildly in his ironclad grip, as you feel that delicious heat pooling in your stomach about to bubble over as each powerful thrust of the cryomancer’s hips brings you closer and closer to completion.
The cryomancer smiles cruelly as he stops thrusting entirely, just leaving his icy cock buried in your throbbing heat. The hand binding your wrists weaves its way into your hair as he pulls it sharply. “Keep this up and I might let you bare my heir,” he hums the words temptingly as his punishing thrusts resume. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” his ethereal blue eyes narrow as his cold fingertips trail lightly over your flat stomach as if to accentuate the question.
Your mind races at his words, as foolish and naïve as it sounds you had never even considered the possibility of the cryomancer knocking you up. He had always used a condom in the past, but the feeling of skin on skin magnified the sensation of his cold, velvety cock invading every inch of your pussy. The idea of him cumming raw inside your unprotected pussy made your brain short-circuit. On some baser, primal level you wanted nothing more than to be used by him, reduced to nothing more than a tool for his pleasure. Your hair strains against his grip as you try to thrash your head side to side, suddenly so eager to agree to whatever he wants in the heat of the moment, needing to give him anything and everything he desired. “Ah! Sub-Zero! Please! Mark me, claim me! I need to feel you cum inside me” you beg and plead with the cryomancer as your heels dig into his back as if you were strong enough to keep him buried in your fluttering cunt if he didn’t want it.
His deep voice rumbles your name as he bites down on your ear lobe, bucking up into your velvety pussy harder, more frantically than before, reading the telltale signs of your body. He bares his teeth at you as you clamp down around his thick length, “Bi-Han,” he growls, his thrusts seem labored now. Your cunt is so wet, Sub-Zero has to struggle to keep his length inside your squirming body, but it was a problem he was more than happy to have.
You blink back tears as he edges you closer and closer to your orgasm and you try and process what he just said, “what?”
“My name” he groans fucking into you deeply, his balls drawn up tightly as frost creeps along your hip and his rhythm starts to falter. “You belong to me; I want to hear you scream my name as I shoot my icy load into your hot little cunt.”
Your breath catches momentarily in your throat as your hips roll and buck in time with his thrusts. “Bi-Han,” you whisper feeling positively giddy at the new revelation as your thighs tremble and quiver with your impending orgasm. Your eyes flutter shut as the first jolt of pleasure races up your spine. “B-Bi-Han!” you shriek hoarsely as the cryomancer’s cock slams into your sweet spot a few more times as you tumble hard over the edge. You can see your breath hanging in the cold air as you sob his name over and over as pleasure wracks your body. Your legs tremble and jerk as your orgasm tears through your body, the intensity of it forcing you to squeeze your eyes close tightly as your small body continues to thrash against the cryomancer’s large toned one.
“You like how that feels huh? Can’t get enough of having my bare cock stuffed in your tight little hole, ready to burst. Tch. Tā mā de, I’m going to pump you so full of my cum your pussy will be overflowing with my cock still inside it,” he grits out as his hips finally still and he forces his cock painfully inside the deepest recesses of your cunt as pumps his icy load inside your unprotected womb trying to keep his guttural growl contained. “G-good girl,” he practically purrs against your ear as his cock floods your waiting pussy with spurt after spurt of thick, sticky, freezing cold cum.
You moan loud and long as you feel the thick pulses of icy cum painting your insides white. You can’t help but dig your nails frantically into his perfectly bulging biceps, needing to ground yourself as your pussy convulses around his length. The sensation of Bi-Han cumming deep inside your trembling, over sensitive pussy, pushes you over the edge one last time. As you cum again you scream his name so loudly, you’re sure the neighbors hear your cries as your cunt tenses and your silky walls grip and massage his still twitching cock. Tears of relief stream down your face as your tight walls clamp down on his cock, determined to keep him inside you as you rock shamelessly against him a moment or two before you find yourself overwhelmed with the force of your third orgasm. Your vision blurs as jolt after jolt of pleasure shoots through your body, you can’t breathe as he reduces you to a panting mess. Your body feels boneless as you continue to cling to the cryomancer to keep yourself from blacking out entirely. You shake from exertion and the all-consuming cold as your greedy pussy milks every drop of cum from the cryomancer’s spent cock. You’re left shivering, with your teeth chattering as you feel frozen from the inside out, but the cold is as addicting as it is comforting. You crave more of it as your head lulls forward with content exhaustion, falling on the cryomancer’s shoulder as his unyielding grip on your hair finally relaxes.
He grins at you, looking entirely satisfied, messy hair falling into his handsome face, “you want me to order something for dinner? You’ll need to keep your strength up for round two.”
You smile at him softly as he eases out of your aching pussy his gaze predatory and possessive as you pussy can’t contain the amount of cum the cryomancer has filled it with. He watches intently as his release trickles down your thigh as his cold, strong arms steady you. “Yeah, delivery sounds perfect, I don’t think I can walk to the night market after that, Bi-Han,” you lower your eyes shyly, still trying to get used to his name.
“I like the way my name sounds coming from your lips,” he smirks, running his thumb over your lower lip before easily hefting you over his shoulder and carrying you inside your home.
