WARNINGS: almost every male character on the main mk1 roster is included, a little bit of angst here and there, established relationships, some mentions of harassment and assholes not taking no for an answer, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, you can clearly tell havik is the author's favorite, reader condones havik's actions in his part but author doesn't it's just for story purposes, characters may be ooc idk, not proofread we die like sindel
A/N: i got this idea while i was in the shower this morning blasting what is love by twice cuz i finally got around to the khaos reigns dlc yesterday and my interest in mk1 has been revived. also this took me 10 hours to write for some odd reason. also i've never written this many characters before in one part... please like and reblog i really am proud of this and hope you guys like it too <3 also you can tell the more i was writing the longer the paragraphs were getting
doesn't get jealous (he trusts you):
LIU KANG has full faith in your loyalty. he doesn't take it personally when someone flirts with you. he'll gladly step in if the person flirting with you isn't taking a hint, but overall, he isn't bothered. in fact, he's more concerned about your well-being than his. he'll comfort you after the encounter and ask if there's anything he can do to put your mind at ease.
KUAI LIANG would silently watch the interaction from a distance, waiting for the person to leave you alone. similar to liu kang, he trusts you and gives you the chance to defend yourself before he does. he's confident that you wouldn't leave him, but he still stays nearby in case you need his help. in the event that you do need his assistance in getting rid of the person, he wouldn't hesitate to teach them a quick lesson then evacuate the scene with you.
GERAS couldn't care less. in fact, he isn't surprised you would be hit on. you're physically and socially attractive, it makes sense that other people would attempt to court you. he trusts that you won't let the interaction go any farther. if the person persists or is disrespectful, he'll walk up to you two and bluntly state that you're taken, then leave immediately. he won't waste his time with assholes and perverts.
RAIDEN would feel a little awkward. he trusts you, so it's not that he's unhappy with you, but he feels uncomfortable for you. he's a very calm and civil man, so he usually tries to avoid confrontation. but when it comes to you? especially when the person is making you uncomfortable? he has no problem politely telling that person off and walking away with you. he'll later reassure you by reminding you that assholes and creeps will always be around, but so will he.
doesn't get jealous (because he gives you scary dog privileges):
KENSHI TAKAHASHI wouldn't feel jealous at all if someone were to hit on you. he knows his partner is wonderful, so of course other people are going to approach you. besides, he knows he looks a bit intimidating with his tattoos, muscles, and confident aura. weirdos that flirt with you will back off when they see kenshi casually put his arm around you as you talk to the person, as if he's daring them to try something. his years involved with the yakuza have made him fearless. he has witnessed the wrath of man many times, so he has no issue teaching another one a lesson if he must.
BARAKA is like a guard dog. with his physique and face? yeah, nobody is messing with you or even approaching you. he usually feels very guilty about this, advising you to leave him due to the embarrassment of being associated with him. but sometimes, his curse can be a blessing to ward off perverts. it fills him with a very rare sense of pride, being able to protect you just by standing by you.
GENERAL SHAO definitely gives you scary dog privileges. he's well-respected in outworld, so everyone usually respects you, his partner, as well. this can be a double-edged sword, however. while outworlders often avoid you out of respect, it is also out of fear of the general's wrath. it's hard for you to walk around anywhere without stares or people trembling in fear, afraid to upset you. not because they're intimidated by you, but because the general has made it very clear that if anyone (especially his soldiers) were to treat you with anything but respect, they'll get an axe to the head.
he's instilled this fear into everyone's head, so you aren't harassed when you are alone. the general is often busy with his own endeavors, so he likely won't be there to defend you instantly. that's why he is very strict with his soldiers when it comes to you. you won't need his immediate protection as long as he makes sure everyone follows his rigid commands.
REIKO, similar to the general, has earned respect among outworlders for his strength and tenacity. while you aren't as feared as you would be with the general, reiko still has his ways of making sure you aren't bothered. because unlike the general, he has slightly more time on his hands to accompany you in your free time. when strolling around outworld, it is not uncommon to get a few stares, but reiko is brave enough to stare back at people with the fury of a true warrior. he has the scars on his back and calluses on his hands to prove his fighting spirit that nobody is reckless enough to challenge.
QUAN CHI is either hated, feared, or respected by everyone. nobody is going to mess with you as long as he is around. with his sorcery, he'll have no problem cleaning up the rodents that attempt to flirt with you. you won't even get the chance to reject anyone, since he's always ready to harm anyone that even dares to look at what is his.
BI-HAN, similar to the general, has already warned everyone in the lin kuei of the consequences that come with disrespecting you. he laid out many rules on how they should interact with you. if anyone among the clan dares to break these terms he drilled into their heads, they will be met with a harsh punishment. he won't tolerate rulebreakers.
and that's what he did on the day someone broke his rules and drunkenly flirted with you. the problem is, he would also be angry at you. bi-han firmly believes that you should be strong enough to protect yourself when he isn't there. if the person that was hitting on you starts to go a bit too far, and you are unable to stop them, bi-han ends up blaming you for their actions. despite having a myriad of punishment methods in his mind, he still wants you to fend for yourself anyway. he is upset for weeks after the incident. it is unclear whether bi-han is angry at himself and taking it out on you, or if he is truly delusional enough to blame you for an incident you never asked for.
gets jealous, but handles it rationally:
JOHNNY CAGE is used to people hitting on him. he's sexy, and an actor, which is a dangerous combo to date. he's made it very clear in private that he would never leave or cheat on you for someone else, and he ignores the numerous amounts of supermodels and fellow actors that attempt to date or sleep with him. you've gotten used to it overtime, as you already discussed your boundaries with him. but you two have never discussed what to do if you are the one being hit on.
if someone were to flirt with you in front of him, he'd butt into the conversation, putting his arm around you and saying: "yeah, my partner's smokin' hot, aren't they?"
he'd start to brag about you and the person would probably get annoyed and walk away. you can't tell if johnny was jealous and purposefully drove them away, or if he just wanted to use the opportunity to talk about you at length. perhaps it was both. you'll never know.
KUNG LAO is infamous for being cocky and prideful. some find his confidence charming, others dislike him and read his personality as arrogant rather than confident. so how could kung lao possibly be jealous? well, the answer is: he isn't. or at least that's how he appears.
he's the type of guy to love showing you off. he's protective, but proud. he'll walk around with his arm wrapped around your waist, with his head held high knowing you only belong to him and nobody else. which is why his ego is so hurt when someone has the audacity to hit on you. did they not clearly see that you're together? kung lao is more personally offended than possessive over you. he won't visibly get angry or anything, just mildly annoyed. he'll become touchier, giving you more kisses and compliments than usual. if you questioned his behavior, he'd respond with a playful: "what? am i not allowed to love my partner?" emphasizing the latter end of the sentence for everyone in the room to hear.
gets jealous, and does not handle it rationally:
SHANG TSUNG, similar to kung lao, is prideful enough to enjoy showing you off. but shang tsung tends to be sassier and hold grudges. while he lets you express yourself and wear/do whatever you want, he didn't expect it to backfire when someone ends up being attracted to you and attempting to court you. but he doesn't do anything about it. he stands from afar and waits for your conversation to be over.
you reject the person and go back to him, but shang tsung would spitefully ignore you. he even started responding to you with sassy quips after you were hit on. you could attempt to make amends with him by trying to initiate a conversation, until this little shit rolls his eyes and says something along the lines of: "why don't you go have fun with your partner?"
you'll never know if he's simply overdramatizing his jealousy to hide it, or if he's just being his usual petty self to get a reaction out of you.
TAKEDA TAKAHASHI is a young man focused on his endeavors. it's not that he doesn't care about you, but he (unfortunately) must keep his distance from you sometimes. your relationship is secret for the sake of your safety. nobody knows that you two are together, so it doesn't surprise him that you are flirted with every now and then. takeda does, in fact, feel jealous. he's not just jealous that they get to openly show their affection towards you, but he's also a bit insecure at times. he knows you won't leave him so easily, but there's still the nasty thought that creeps in the back of his head every now and then, telling him that you deserve better and he can't give you the love you deserve.
TOMAS VRBADA is usually a confident man. he may be kind and generous, but that doesn't make him weak. he's been a hardworking fighter since childhood. he's garnered an impressive amount of experience and intelligence regarding the battlefield over time. but romantically? he doesn't have as much experience. you're probably one of, if not the first relationship he's ever been in.
so, when you're hit on, he isn't quite sure what to do. he understands that the person flirting with you probably just doesn't know you're not single. tomas would speak up and calmly mention that you're already taken. the person that was flirting with you would scoff after seeing tomas, telling you something along the lines of: "him? really? you could do better." instead of causing a scene, tomas ignores the person and leaves with you.
but hours later, it still bothers him, even though he pretends it doesn't. he thinks about your relationship and wonders if you really could do better. he tries his best to be as loving as possible towards you, despite his inexperience in romantic relationships. but with his cluelessness, conflict with the lin kuei, and trying to build up the shirai ryu? he doesn't have a lot of time for you, so he understands if you wanted to leave him. it's a thought that will haunt him for days if you don't notice his behavior and ask him about it.
SYZOTH has always been secretly insecure during your relationship. he fears that you may leave him due to his zaterran blood. plus, after his family was killed by shang tsung, he has been afraid of losing you like he lost them. sometimes he fears he is too clingy, and other times he fears he isn't attentive enough. it makes him feel as if he isn't enough for you. these fears are only enabled by someone flirting with you. his mood would immediately turn sour after witnessing that interaction, until you reject that person and put them in their place. as appreciative as he is for your loyalty, (and flustered to hear how much you care about him) he still can't shake his anxieties away.
you'll likely have to comfort him and reassure him that you will always stay with him, not bothered by his struggles. you must be the one to bring it up though, because syzoth is too afraid to admit that he is jealous. he'll keep it bottled up until you notice his behavior.
ZEFFEERO's pride gets in the way of admitting his true feelings most of the time. you've helped make him more comfortable being vulnerable, but it's only natural that the high mage refuses to admit when he's jealous. it was hard enough to court you; even harder to watch as someone attempts to court you for themselves. it annoys him to watch someone think they can just flirt with you. it enrages him even more when they refuse to take no for an answer and persist in their catcalling. with his blood boiling, he struggles to contain his emotions and stop himself from resorting to violence.
after the incident is over and you dealt with it on your own, he refuses to leave your side in public ever again. whatever gathering or meeting you must attend, he'll be there too. that way, it'll ease his anxieties and make sure you are safe and comfortable. even though you've shown you're capable of taking care of yourself and staying loyal to him, his jealousy drives him to believe that you need him.
a secret fifth worse thing:
HAVIK... yeah you probably guessed he'd have an entire category to himself. it is very difficult to tell how havik feels when someone else flirts with you. is he angry at them for trying to take you? not quite. his beliefs are bent on freedom, so it isn't like you're tied down to him in any way. but at the same time, he can't help but feel a bit hurt, maybe even a bit betrayed at the thought of you leaving him. he doesn't have anyone else. he's been forced to fight for himself after a painful past in seido, then seeking retribution ever since. nobody has condoned his acts since drowning its capital. anyone that isn't on his side is considered his enemy. you're the last person he considers an ally.
you're also the only person that sees his vulnerable, traumatized side that he often disguises with anger. his wrath has tormented him for years, driving him to insanity and believing it is okay to kill anyone that opposes him. it was a miracle that you were able to see through his mask of anger and show love and support towards him, which are two things he isn't used to. that's why he can't help but feel irked by someone attempting to court you. you're the only person that has genuinely loved and cared for him, even after the things he has done. now that he's had a taste of what love and affection is like, he's not going to let you leave him that easily.
he tells himself that he doesn't need an ally, and he can help bless millions with anarchy and chaos by himself, but deep down, he still selfishly wants you for himself. he would feel more comfortable in his rebellion with you staying at his side rather than leaving him for someone else. so yes, he does feel jealousy, (and fear that you'll leave him) but he refuses to admit it and conjures up a lie that you need each other, convincing himself of a false idea rather than facing the truth that his strong desires of "freedom" magically go out the window when it comes to you.
Bi-Han turned, narrowly dodging the assassinâs blade. In a single motion he conjured an ice dagger and buried it in his attackerâs throat. The body hit the ground before the frost had time to fade. He spun to help you, only to find you had already dispatched your opponent with equal efficiency.
A quick scan of the clearing told him there were only a few enemies left.
Liu Kang had tasked Bi-Han with recovering a set of sacred scrolls stolen from one of the temple archives by a group of rogue assassins. Normally, he would have sent Kuai Liang or Tomasâbut both were already on their own missions. The Grandmaster accepted the mission with his usual brand of silent resentment.
The last assassin collapsed with a wet gasp. You wiped your blade clean and glanced at Bi-Han. His expression didnât changeâof course it didnâtâbut the faint rise and fall of his chest betrayed the effort.
âThat all of them?â you asked, still high on adrenaline.
Bi-Han nodded once, scanning the treeline. âFor now. Letâs make camp.â
You snorted. âCamp? Thereâs a village half a mile from here with actual beds. Unless you plan to spoon a snowdrift?â
His glare could have frozen time itself. âVery well,â he said, clipped and cool. âBut do not expect comfort.â
The forest grew meaner with every mile. Wind slipped through the branches in thin, icy threads, and even Bi-Hanâs breath began to frost in the air. You kept talkingâabout the mission, about how Liu Kang definitely owed you both hazard payâbut most of what you got in return were low grunts and the occasional sideways glance that counted as acknowledgment from the Grandmaster.
The cold bit harder the deeper you went. Snow gathered on your shoulders; your fingers stiffened around your weapon. Bi-Han noticed, of course he did. He didnât comment, just lengthened his stride enough that you had to jog to keep up.
By the time the village appeared through the flurries, the wind had turned feral. Streets buzzed with townsfolk hammering shutters and hauling carts under cover. Lanterns swung wildly above half-frozen merchants shouting last-minute prices.
You trailed Bi-Han to the only inn with smoke curling from its chimney. The air inside smelled of damp wood and cheap ale. The clerk looked up, saw the Lin Kuei armor, and immediately stopped smiling.
âOne room.â Bi-Han said, voice flat as sleet.
The poor man nodded so fast his hat nearly flew off. âO-of course, sir. The finest room we have.â
You didnât think much of it until the door upstairs clicked open to reveal exactly one bed.
Silence stretched thin.
ââŚHuh.â
ââŚâ
âIâll just ask ifââ
âIt will suffice.â
You bit back a laugh and began unpacking. âYou know, most people would say something about the mistake.â
He set his gear beside the wall, perfectly aligned, as if order itself could compensate for the lack of a second bed. âMost people are not Grandmaster.â
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your towel. âFine, Grandmaster. Iâll take the right side. Try not to freeze the room while Iâm in the shower, hmm?â
He didnât respond, but the faint twitch near his eye betrayed some internal commentary.
When the bathroom door shut and water began to run, Bi-Han sat at the desk and unrolled a parchment. Ink bled steadily beneath his gloved hand as he recorded the missionâs detailsâroutes, kills, artifacts recoveredâbut his focus kept slipping.
The rhythm of water against tile, the occasional soft hum from your voiceâit was too steady, too human, too distracting.
He told himself it was irritation. Distraction was weakness. Yet the truth settled in his chest like thawing ice: warm, unfamiliar, and impossible to ignore.
When it came to you, everything was distracting. And that, he decided, was unacceptable.
He dipped the quill again, jaw tight. â..Tch.â he tsked, forcing himself back to the page.
Bi-Han wrote until his hand cramped. The final lines of the report blurred in the lamplight, his mind wandering against his will. The sound of your humming filled the room again, light and aimless, and for reasons he couldnât name it eased something in him. It was unfamiliarâpeace, maybe. Dangerous either way.
When the ink dried, he cleaned the quill with deliberate precision, set the parchment aside, and extinguished half the candles. The storm outside had grown heavier, pressing cold against the shutters. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before lying back, hands folded over his chest, eyes shut as if pretending to rest would help him stop thinking.
At first it was harmless: the cadence of your voice, the way youâd laughed at the inn clerkâs nervous stammer. Then his thoughts shifted, unbidden, to the curve of your smile, the warmth of your skin when your hand had brushed his in the forest. He couldnât help but think how your hand would feel in his. The heat that followed was sudden and traitorous.
He forced a slow breath through his nose, every muscle locking in refusal. Control. He was in control.
The bathroom door opened with a soft click. Steam rolled into the room, carrying the faint scent of soap and something floral.
You stepped out, towel wrapped around you, skin still dewy from the heat. âBathroomâs all yours.â you said, sweetly, unaware of his inner turmoil.
Bi-Han didnât move for a full second too long. Then he sat up sharply, eyes fixed anywhere but on you. âUnderstood.â His voice sounded rougher than intended.
He crossed the room in clipped strides, grabbing his own towel like a man on a mission. The door shut behind him harder than necessary.
You blinked after him, towel shifting in your hands, and just shrugged his behaviour off.
Left alone with the sound of the storm, you dressed in comfortable clothes, combed through your hair, and began your nightly routine. The mirror above the desk caught your reflectionâsoft lighting, faintly flushed cheeksâand you tried not to think about how strange it felt to share a room with the most unreadable man alive.
Behind the bathroom door, the water ran cold enough to bite. Leftover steam clung to the mirrors and tiles, blurring Bi-Hanâs reflection into a pale ghost. He dragged a wet hand through his hair, exhaling sharply, cold air leaving his lungs in a faint mist.
He tried to empty his mind, to focus on the rhythm of water striking skin, but discipline refused to take hold. Images crept in anywayâflushed skin, the faint peeking of cleavage still touched by steam, the glint of water trailing down a throat. They flickered and vanished, only to return harder, sharper.
A low sound escaped him, equal parts irritation and disbelief. He scrubbed at his arms as if effort alone could scour the thoughts away, lowering his body temperature until the chill stung. âControlâ, he reminded himself, the word more command than comfort.
At the desk outside, you were still humming, pen scratching steadily across parchment as you drafted your own mission report. The sound of the storm grew heavier against the windows; snow pressed white against the glass until the world beyond disappeared entirely.
You glanced up, sighing. âPerfect,â you muttered to no one. The wind howled in answer.
It was obvious the storm wouldnât let up soon. The streets had emptied, shutters sealed tight, and a thin layer of frost was already creeping over the window frame. The thought of being trapped here with the ever-pleasant cryomancer for days made you groan softly.
âElder Gods, if you have any mercy,â you whispered, âkeep the lights on.â
The wind howled and beat harshly against the window in response.
You sank back in the chair, tapping your pen against the page. Somewhere behind the bathroom door, water still ran. Bemused, you wondered briefly what could possibly take Bi-Han so longâthen decided you probably didnât want to know.
You finished your notes and stacked everything neatly on the desk, finally allowing yourself to sink into the bed with a book in hand. The satin fabric of your sleep setâpastel blue fading into lilacâcaught the lamplight as you pulled the blankets over your legs.
The room felt a little colder than before. A faint draft brushed your left side, and you shivered just as the bathroom door opened.
Bi-Han stepped out, hair still damp, a thin ribbon of mist curling behind him. He wore plain dark sweats and nothing elseâno armor, no layers, just unguarded skin and muscle carved by years of discipline. For a second, you forgot how to breathe.
He muttered under his breath as he toweled his hair dry, grumbling about the âinefficiency of innsâ and how he would much rather be at the Lin Kuei temple. The sound of his voiceâlow, irritatedâsnapped you out of your staring. You dropped your gaze back to your book before he could notice.
âThe shower decent?â you asked lightly, trying for casual.
He answered with a grunt, rummaging through his pack before setting it down by the wall. A moment later, the mattress dipped under his weight as he sat on the far side of the bed.
You smiled faintly, eyes still on the page. âYou might as well get comfortable. Weâll probably be here longer than a night.â
He turned his head, frowning. âExplain.â
You tilted your chin toward the window. The glass was already fogging over; outside, snow came down in sheets, thick and unbroken. The wind howled around the eaves like something alive.
âThe stormâs only getting worse,â you said. âIf it keeps up, weâll be snowed in by morning.â
âNot much you can do about it, Bi-Han. Unless you plan on freezing a tunnel out.â
He didnât bother responding, but his gaze followed yours to the window. The sky was an endless swirl of white, and even he could admit defeat against nature. He exhaled, the faintest wisp of cold curling from his breath.
âThe power might go out if the winds pick up,â you added quietly.
That, at least, earned a flicker of concern. He scanned the room quicklyâwalls, ceiling, the dim light trembling against the shadowsâuntil his eyes landed on the stone hearth tucked beside the desk. Good. There would be firewood if the heat failed.
He gave a silent nod to the Elder Gods, a rare concession to luck.
For now, the only sound was the storm hammering at the windows and the slow, even rustle of pages turning between your fingers.
Bi-Han studied you quietly from his side of the bed. The lamplight softened the edges of the room, catching the sheen of your satin clothes as you read. For a moment, his gaze traced the colorsâthe pale blue, the faint lilacâand how they set off the warmth of your skin. Beautiful, yes, but more than that, alive.
He told himself he was only checking for injuries. The assassins hadnât been skilled, but theyâd been many, and heâd seen you take a few hard blows. His eyes lingered at your shoulder, your wrist, cataloguing the faint marks he could see.
âAre you injured?â he asked, voice low.
You looked up from your book, smiling at his tone. âWorried about me, Grandmaster?â
âI see no reason for you to sound so amused.â
âIâm fine. Just a few bruises. Theyâll be gone by morning.â
You let your gaze wander in returnâpart curiosity, part payback. His chest rose evenly, unmarred; his arms were a map of old battles, not fresh ones. âAnd you? No damage from the terrible, lowly assassins?â
He made a quiet sound that could have been a scoff. âIf such rabble had harmed me, it would be unacceptable.â
You grinned. âRight. Forgive me, my ice princess.â
That earned you a sharp glare. âWatch your tongue. I am your Grandmaster.â
You laughed, bright and unbothered. âYes, yes. My apologies, oh mighty one.â
For all his grumbling, you caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth before he turned away.
The two of you drifted into easier talkâhalf-serious, half-sarcasticâuntil the fatigue from the day finally pulled at your limbs. When you set the book aside, you offered a soft, âGoodnight, Bi-Han.â
He grunted something noncommittal but didnât move. You smiled to yourself and rolled over, each of you keeping to your own side of the bed.
Sometime in the night, the world went dark.
The hum of the lanterns faded, leaving only the roar of the storm beyond the walls. The temperature dropped fast; your breath puffed white in the dark.
âFantastic,â you muttered, teeth chattering. The thin satin did little against the cold, and goosebumps chased up your arms. You slipped from the bed as quietly as you could, padding across the floor to the small hearth.
After a few stubborn sparks and a whispered curse, flames caught. The orange light painted the room in flickers and shadows, the chill easing just enough to breathe.
You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and settled on the rug, book in hand, the fireâs warmth brushing your face. Sleep could wait. Outside, the storm still howled; inside, it was only you, the fire, and the soft rhythm of Bi-Hanâs breathing behind you.
The fire crackled softly as you turned another page, the storm outside a steady hiss against the windows. Somewhere behind you, a low sound broke the rhythmâa faint rumble, rough and uneven.
You looked back over your shoulder. Nothing seemed out of place at first. Then your eyes landed on Bi-Han. Heâd shifted in his sleep, one arm tucked under his head, the other draped over the pillow. The sound came again, and you realized it wasnât thunder at all. He was the source.
A quiet laugh slipped from you. âEven asleep, youâre complaining,â you murmured, shaking your head.
You turned back to your book, letting the pages pull you in again, but the next sound wasnât a grumble. It was lower, drawn outâsomething that made the fireâs warmth feel suddenly different. You froze, heart thudding once, twice. Maybe youâd imagined it.
Then it happened again. A low, rough and gravely moan.
Heat crept up your neck. You tried to focus on the words in front of you, but they blurred. Youâd spent years with this manâfighting beside him, arguing with him, watching him command the Lin Kuei with all the grace of a winter stormâand somewhere along the way youâd fallen for the rare moments when he wasnât a storm at all. When he was simply⌠human.
Thatâs what you told yourself, anyway, as you set the book aside and rose to your feet. Concern. That was all it was.
He lay on his stomach, the blankets pushed low around his waist, the firelight tracing the sharp lines of muscle and scar across his back. You took a hesitant step closer. His breathing was heavy but uneven, a soft sound escaping that might have been pain.
âBi-Han?â you whispered.
He didnât stir. You frowned, scanning his side for any sign of injury he might have hidden earlier. The next breath he took came out in a faint cloud of frost, his brow creasing as if caught in some uneasy dream.
Before you could decide whether to wake him, he shifted, rolling onto his back. The movement startled you; your breath caught as you froze in place. But his eyes stayed closed.
He was still asleep.
You exhaled slowly, pulse racing for reasons you didnât care to name, and let the fireâs glow soften the edges of the room once more.
You stood there longer than you meant to, eyes tracing the lines of his body where the light from the fire met the cool tone of his skin. Years of discipline had carved strength into every movement; even in sleep, he looked like a weapon sheathed.
Youâd always known he was handsome, but seeing him this unguarded made something twist deep inside youâadmiration, affection, something harder to name. It was the first time youâd really seen the cost of all that control etched into him: the scars, the stillness, the weight of command.
Then the sound came againâlow, roughâand as you dared looked even further down, you suddenly understood the tension knotted through his frame. Heat flooded your face before the thought had fully formed. You turned away sharply, pressing a hand to your mouth, heart hammering against your ribs.
This was dangerous territory. Whatever storm he was caught in, waking him now would only make things worseâfor him or for you.
You took a steadying breath, trying to will your pulse back to normal. The sensible thing would be to sit back down, pretend youâd seen nothing, and wait for morning.
But curiosity was a trait youâd never learned to tame.
You took a slow breath and stepped closer, the sound of the storm muffled under the steady rhythm of his breathing. Carefully, you set a hand against his chest, meaning only to wake him gently. For an instant your fingers moved of its own accord, tracing a small circle over the steady pulse beneath your palm. Then you froze, realizing what you were doing.
âBi-Han,â you whispered. âWake up.â
His reaction was instant. His hand shot up, closing around your wrist with a force that startled youânot painful, just a reflex born of years of battle. He sat up in one smooth motion, eyes sharp, scanning the shadows.
âWhat happened?â His voice was low and rough, still half caught in whatever dream heâd been fighting. âAre you hurt?â
You shook your head quickly. âNo, no. Everythingâs fine. I just⌠you were making noises in your sleep. I thought maybe you were hurt.â
The tension in his grip eased, but he didnât immediately let go. His gaze finally settled on your face, searching for something in it. The silence stretched. You could feel the coolness of his skin under your palm, the faint tremor of his breathing.
Then something flickered behind his eyesârealization, maybe. His hand dropped away as if burned. He turned his face from you, jaw tight, shoulders rigid.
âIâm fine,â he said, voice clipped. âIt was nothing.â
You hesitated, still close enough to feel the cold radiating from him where the heat had been a moment before.
âIf you say so,â you murmured, stepping back to give him space.
He only grunted in reply, the sound rough with embarrassment, and the two of you sat there with the fire crackling quietly between youâneither willing to name what had just passed.
You walked to your side and slipped back under the covers, the mattress dipping softly beneath your weight. Bi-Han hadnât moved much; he sat with his back slightly to you, shoulders rigid, every line of him carved tight.
You hesitated, then reached out, letting your fingers rest lightly on his shoulder. âBi-Han⌠are you sure youâre all right? Is there anything I can do?â
He went even stiller. You felt a faint shiver run through himânot from cold this time, but from something that thickened the air between you, electric and dangerous.
In the dim firelight, his breath came uneven, and for a moment you wondered what ghosts his dreams had left behind.
He stood suddenly, every motion too sharp. His hand raked through his hair, leaving it more disordered than before. A low sound escaped him, half sigh, half growl of frustration.
âYes,â he said at last, the word ground out between his teeth.
Before you could answer, he turned on his heel and crossed the room, disappearing into the bathroom without another word.
The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with the crackle of the fire and the echo of everything unspoken.
Bi-Han breathed harshly as the door shut behind him. He gripped the edges of the sink, bowing his head, utterly stunned by the disaster heâd just lived through. Neverânot once in all his carefully disciplined lifeâhad he imagined he would lose control in front of you of all people.
His father had carved restraint into him like scripture. Kuai Liang would have looked away out of respect⌠before laughing later. Tomas would have laughed immediately.
Bi-Han was mortified. Truly, painfully mortified.
Heat rushed through him again at the memory, and he cursed under his breath. He had the nerve to react like that in front of the one person he should always remain composed around. If the Elder Gods had a sense of humor, they were surely entertained at his expense.
You were probably amused too. How could you not be?
Another low groan tore from him. In his frustration, he hadnât even noticed the frost spreading over the sink until it crackled beneath his palms. He forced himself to breathe, slowly thawing the surface. None of this helped the situation; the lingering desire coiled in him stubbornly refused to disappear.
He splashed his face with freezing water until the shock dulled the heat beneath his skin. After a moment, he straightened, meeting his own reflection. His hair was a mess, his expression strainedâhe barely recognized himself like this.
Enough. He would handle nothing tonight except his pride.
When he finally stepped back into the room, the fire had dwindled and you were already asleep, bundled under the blankets. The faint orange glow painted your face in soft, peaceful lines. Something in his chest tightened.
He knelt by the hearth, feeding the flames just enough to keep the cold at bay for you. Only after the warmth resumed did he return to the bed, slipping silently beneath the sheets.
For a moment, he simply looked at you.
Youâhis greatest irritation.
His sharpest thorn.
The only one whose presence unraveled him.
And the person he trusted more than anyone.
The most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes upon.
The one Kuai insisted he pursue.
The one Tomas teased him about endlessly.
The one heâd grown to love, quietly and without permission.
He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, control rebuilt brick by brick over the frantic beating of his own heart.
Sleep would not come easilyânot tonight. But if losing control meant losing it because of you, he wasnât entirely sure he minded.
The first rays of morning crept across your face, warm enough to coax you out of sleep. You frowned at the intrusion, groaning softly before your eyes finally fluttered open. For a moment, you simply lay there, letting your waking mind make sense of your surroundings.
The hearth had gone cold.
The power was back.
The air held a crisp winter biteâŚ
And you couldnât move.
A weight pressed across your stomachâsolid, heavy, unmistakably human.
Your breath caught.
You looked down.
An arm. His arm. Draped over your waist, relaxed in a way youâd never seen from him while awake. Every muscle in your body locked, heat flooding your face as your brain pieced together the situation.
Bi-Han was holding you.
In his sleep.
Like it was natural.
A small, traitorous smile curved at your lips.
In a hazy moment of wishful thinkingâor madnessâyou let yourself settle back against him. Just to savor it. Just for a second.
He made a low sound, something deep and instinctive, and tightened his hold around you. His body fit against yours with unintentional precision.
Thatâs when you felt it.
The heat blooming against you. The kind that had startled you the night before.
Your breath hitched. A tremor ran through you, unbidden, and youâheedless, recklessâeased closer. Barely an inch, just enough toâ
Bi-Han inhaled sharply.
Before your mind could process the consequences, his body reacted. He shifted against you, slow, unconscious, driven by some lingering dream that refused to let go. The movement sent a shiver through him, a helpless sound caught low in his throat.
Your face burned. Your pulse thudded.
You should have pulled away.
But instead, you let yourself stayâcaught between shock and rising heat, your own breath growing unsteady at the feel of him, the weight of him, the unmistakable want he hadnât meant to reveal.
Tentatively, almost without thinking, you moved against him again. The situation was absurd, overwhelming, impossibleâyet it set every nerve in your body alight. How many times had you dreamed of waking like this? Wrapped in his arms, feeling him pressed against you with no layers, no distance, no restraint?
It felt too vivid to be real.
Behind you, Bi-Han stirred.
At first, the shift was smallâhis breathing deepened, his hand tightening around you as if he feared youâd slip away. A soft sound escaped him, rough and dazed, and the chill of it brushed your ear.
He wasnât fully awake, not yet. Whatever dream had hold of him blurred the edges of his consciousness, leaving him unguarded. The sensation of you against him drew a quiet, helpless sound from his throat, something that ran straight down your spine.
Then, all at once, he froze.
You felt it the instant it happened.
Every muscle locked.
His grip went rigid.
His breath hitched sharply.
Awareness crashed into him like a waveâsharp, cold, undeniable. He processed the warmth wrapped against him, the closeness, the tension still humming through his body, and the fact that he was holding you, not a dream.
You barely had time to panic before instinct betrayed youâyou moved again, a small, needy grind born from heat and confusion, unaware he was already awake.
The reaction was immediate.
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, brushing against your skin like a spark. Frost seemed to tingle in the air as his breath swept the back of your neck.
ââŚinteresting,â he thought, the last remnants of sleep burning away as something sharper took their place. The initial shock faded quickly, replaced by a slow, coiling heat that curled at the edges of his restraint.
You really believed a move like that would go unnoticed?
Or unanswered?
A dark, wicked thrill flickered through him at the thought. You had no idea what kind of reaction youâd just wokenâwhat kind of ideas youâd stirred loose in him.
Surely, you didnât expect him to simply let that go. Not when youâd pressed yourself against him so sweetly.
Not when youâd sounded so desperate for more.
Your entire body went rigid.
You turned your head slowly, heart pounding out of rhythm, only to find his eyes still closed⌠but a faint, unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
ââŚBâBi-HanâŚ?â you whispered, voice trembling.
He hummed lazily, arms tightening around your waist, his breath cool and warm all at once against your cheek.
âMorning,â he murmured, voice thick with sleep and something far heavier.
âM-morningâŚâ you breathed.
His smirk deepened. âFeeling good, snowflake?â he asked, tone low and teasing, laced with a heat that made your pulse stutter.
âA-ahâI⌠Iâm sorry, I didnâtâ I wasnât trying toâ I justââ
Words failed you completely. Your brain scrambled for an excuse that didnât exist.
Because no matter what you said, it absolutely looked like what it was.
âMmâŚ? Werenât trying to what?â His voice curved around your ear, low and amused. âMove against me like that?â
Heat rushed to your cheeks so fast it nearly stung. You let out a soft, helpless sound, equal parts flustered and frustrated at how easily he could unravel you with a single sentence.
He chuckled against your skin. âThen what were you trying to do, hmm?â
His lips brushed your shoulderâbarely a kiss, more like a promise. The touch sent a tremor spiraling through you. You instinctively tilted your head, baring more of your neck as he traced a slow line upward. Every ghosting kiss made your breath hitch, your pulse quicken.
ââŚjust wanted to⌠help youâŚâ you whispered, the words spilling out in a dazed tumble. You grinded against him again, instinct guiding you more than thought, wordlessly showing him what you meant.
Bi-Hanâs breath caught. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding you closer, drawing a low sound from deep in his chest.
âHow considerate,â he murmured, voice thick with heat and control. âMy snowflake⌠always eager to please her Grandmaster.â
A shiver raced down your spine at the praise, at the way he said mine without even trying to hide it. His hands swept along your sides, tracing the lines of your body with slow, deliberate reverence. You felt the contrastâhis rough, calloused palms against your warm, sensitive skin.
In one smooth motion, he shifted his weight and flipped you onto your back, bracing himself above you. The room spun for a heartbeat before you stilled beneath him, caught in the intensity of his gaze.
Your face burned, breath unsteady, and he drank in every inch of it.
Bi-Han leaned down, his lips brushing yoursâsoft, fleeting, infuriating. A tease. A test.
You whimpered, trying to chase his mouth, but he pulled back just enough to make you feel the loss. His smirk was slow and devastating.
He wasnât going to make this easy for you.
You squirmed beneath himâhalf anticipation, half frustrationâuntil the need simmering in your belly snapped. Your fingers slid into his messy hair, gripping tight as you pulled him down to you.
He groaned against your mouth, biting lightly at your lower lip as if punishing you for your impatience. You didnât care. Not when you finally had him close enough to taste.
His lips were cool, a shock of winter heat against your own, and you melted into the kiss with a soft, desperate sound. One arm wrapped around his neck, the other tugging at his hair againâenough to make him inhale sharply and roll his hips into yours with a low, helpless moan.
Bi-Han caught your legs and guided them around his waist, lowering himself over you until your bodies aligned in a way that made your breath break.
You whispered his nameâhalf plea, half praiseâas he deepened the kiss, slowly overwhelming every thought you had left.
When the need to breathe forced you apart, you both stayed close, foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling in the heated quiet.
Bi-Hanâs gaze darkened. Then he lowered his mouth to your throat, kissing slowly, possessively. Each touch grew hungrier, traveling down the curve of your neck and tracing the edge of your collarbone. His mouth left heated trails that would absolutely turn into marks laterâevidence of exactly how much he wanted you.
He paused only to look up at you, drinking in the sight of your flushed face, your parted lips, the way you watched him like youâd fall apart without his touch.
ââŚMay I?â he asked, voice a deep, low rumble. âRemove this?â
Your breath stuttered. âY-yes⌠please.â
A satisfied hum vibrated in his chest as he slipped your top away with smooth, practiced care. He bent to your skin again, kissing the newly exposed warmth with slow, reverent attentionâeach brush of his mouth sending shivers through you, each touch making your back arch for more.
His cool hand slid along your side, shaping itself to you, exploring with a firm gentleness that stole your breath.
âSo beautiful,â he murmured against you, voice thick with awe⌠and hunger.
You let out a broken moan, clutching at him, trying to pull him closer, deeper.
âBi-HanâŚâ you breathed. âPlease⌠donât tease.â
A soft, wicked chuckle ghosted over your skin as he nuzzled closer, lips brushing your nipple, making heat bloom all through you.
âI have no intention of teasing you,â he whispered, tightening his hold on your waist. âNot when you ask so sweetly.â
Bi-Hanâs mouth trailed lower, tracing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your torso. Every brush of his lips sent sparks skittering across your skin. By the time he reached the edge of your shorts, you were already trembling.
He glanced up at youâsilent question, smoldering eyes.
You nodded, breath caught in your throat.
He slid the fabric down with deliberate care and the sudden exposure sent a rush of shyness through you. Instinct overtook desire for a moment, and you drew your legs together, hands covering what you could.
Bi-Han halted.
A low, displeased growl vibrated from his chestânot anger, but something intensely possessive.
âDo not hide from me, Ă irĂŠn,â he murmured, voice rough with wanting. âI want to see you.â
Your face burned, embarrassment warring with need, but the softness in his eyes steadied you. Slowly, you let your legs part again, revealing yourself to him.
His breath hitched.
Then he leaned in and began to kiss a slow path along your thigh. His lips were cool at first, warming with each press, each lingering nip. He worshiped the skin there, marking a trail inwardâcloser, closerâuntil your entire body trembled beneath him.
When his mouth finally brushed your core, the shock of sensation ripped a gasp from your throat.
You werenât prepared. Not for the coolness of his mouth, not for the intensity of his hunger, not for the way he devoted himself to you without hesitation or restraint. His movements were deliberate yet greedy, as if heâd been waiting far too long for this moment.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling, body arching helplessly as you moaned his name again and again. The pleasure built faster than you could handle, rising sharp and bright through your core.
âB-Bi-Hanâplease⌠slow downâŚâ you gasped, voice high and wavering as your legs threatened to close around him.
The sounds he made against youâraw, hungry, almost desperateâonly pushed you further toward the edge. Every breath, every touch, every bit of devotion he poured into you sent your mind spiraling into white-hot static.
He wasnât letting up.
He wasnât holding back.
He was devouring you with the same intensity he brought to battle⌠except this time, every ounce of that power was focused entirely on you.
Your legs quivered helplessly around him as the pleasure built faster, tighter, threatening to snap.
You were already trembling when you grabbed his hair, tugging hard enough to pull a sharp groan from him.
âBi-Han⌠pleaseâ I need you⌠I want you,â you gasped, voice cracking with desperation.
The words hit him like a physical blow.
But he didnât stop.
If anything, the tension in his body sharpened, his grip tightening at your waist as he focused every bit of himself on pushing you over the brink. The way you tightened, the way your voice trembledâhe wasnât letting you go until he felt you unravel completely beneath him.
His own body reacted uncontrollablyârestless, needy, grinding against the sheets as if he couldnât help itâbut he ignored all of it. Every thought, every bit of restraint, every ounce of his discipline was poured into you.
âBi-Hanâ!â you cried out, your voice breaking as your back arched.
A wave of pleasure tore through you, fierce and blinding. You called his name again and again, your fingers digging into his hair, your thighs trembling around him as you shattered.
He groanedâlow, reverentâholding you through every pulse of it, as if he wanted to memorize the way your body responded to him.
Only when the tremors eased did he finally ease his pace, kissing his way back up your body with slow, deliberate devotion. He gave you time to breathe, time to come back to yourself, each kiss grounding you again.
When your eyes fluttered open, he was hovering over youâeyes dark, expression undone. The sight of him like that, your slick dripping down his chin, made heat bloom in your chest all over again.
You reached up, threaded your fingers into his damp hair, and pulled him into a hungry kiss. The moment his body pressed against yours, you felt the hard line of need heâd been denying himself, and a soft moan spilled from your lips.
Your hands fumbled at the waistband of his pants, your desire rising all over again at the feel of him so close and so unrestrained.
Bi-Han groaned against your mouth, finally giving in. In one fluid motion, he pushed the fabric away, desperate for the closeness heâd been starving for. When he settled back against you, skin to skin, the heat where your bodies met made him hiss through his teeth.
He kissed you fiercely, breath ragged, as he moved against youâslow, deliberate, savoring every second of that intimate friction. It was enough to make both of you gasp, enough to make your body arch into his without thinking, enough to draw a curse from his lips as he pressed his forehead to yours.
He wasnât inside youânot yet.
But he was close enough that both of you were shaking.
Bi-Hanâs hands slid down your legs, gripping your thighs with a claim that made your breath stutter. He guided you open beneath him, the movement slow, deliberate, intimate. His body aligned with yours in a way that left no doubt about what he wantedâwhat both of you wanted.
Your heart thudded painfully hard.
He pressed forward, easing you closer, letting you feel the weight and heat of him against you. The anticipation alone tore a helpless moan from your lips.
âY/NâŚâ he breathed, voice breaking on your name.
You clung to himâone hand digging into his shoulder, the other fisting the sheets behind youâas your body trembled under the intensity of the moment. Every inch of him crowding over you, surrounding you, claiming space youâd secretly saved for him alone.
The burn of pressure, of closeness, of being opened so slowly under his weight, made your eyes flutter shut. A needy sound spilled from your throat before you could stop it.
Bi-Han groanedâa low, ruined sound that vibrated through your bones.
âSo warm,â he murmured against your ear, words rough, voice shaking with restraint. âSo eager for me.â
Your face flushed hot at his tone, at the praise that felt like it melted straight into your core.
When he finally pressed flush against you, a wave of dizzying fullness washed through youâoverwhelming, perfect, almost too much. You gasped his name, fingers clutching at him as your back arched helplessly.
He pausedâjust for a momentâto look at you. Really look. Eyes dark, jaw tight, pulling air through his teeth like he was fighting not to lose control entirely.
âYou alright, snowflake?â he whispered, voice low.
âY-yesâŚâ you breathed, barely holding yourself together. âPlease⌠Bi-Han⌠moveâŚâ
His restraint snapped.
He pulled back just enough to draw a sharp gasp from you, then rolled his hips into yours with a deep, controlled push that tore a moan straight from your chest.
Your body reacted instantlyâclenching, trembling, clinging to himâso intensely that he choked on a curse.
He started slowly at first, feeling out every shiver, every arch of your back, every breathless sound you made⌠then gradually gave you more. More depth, more intensity, more of him. His rhythm grew stronger, harder to contain, his body moving with a hunger he could no longer hide.
You were falling apartâwords tangled, thoughts shattered, everything dissolving under the sensation of him and the heat of his breath on your throat.
Bi-Hanâs smirk ghosted against your skin.
âListen to youâŚâ he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. âAlready losing yourself?â
You whined, grip tightening on his shoulder.
His chuckle was low and devastating.
âHas my snowflake gone a little mindless for me?â he teased, brushing his lips over yours without kissing you fully. âIs that what you wanted?â
You could only gasp his nameâagain, again, againâeach one pulling another sound out of him in return.
âYesâyes!â you cried, the word torn from you without thought.
Your hands flew to his back, nails dragging along his skin as you clung to him. Each scratch pulled a low, hungry hum from his throat, his body shuddering above yours as he took in every detail of your pleasure.
He shiftedâslow, intentionalâand found a place inside you that made your entire body seize with pure electricity. Your breath caught, your vision blurred, your spine arching helplessly beneath him.
Bi-Han watched all of it with dark, reverent hunger.
âLook at youâŚâ he murmured, voice a deep rumble against your lips. âFalling apart so easily.â
He angled his hips again, grinding deeper into that perfect spot, his teasing words brushing against your ear like silk and fire. Your thoughts crumbled, your voice reduced to broken fragments.
âBi-Hanâplease, Iâmâ Iâmââ Your words dissolved into a helpless moan as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, locking him against you.
The sudden pressure made him choke on a curse, his control splintering.
He pressed his forehead to yours, breath shaking, tryingâfailingâto keep himself steady.
âDonât do thatâŚâ he growled softly. âYouâll tempt me to make you completely mine.â
Your back arched, a needy cry tearing from your throat.
âPlease⌠make me yours⌠just yoursâŚâ
The sound he made was nothing humanâlow, guttural, possessive. His hands tightened on your hips, anchoring you beneath him.
âYou want that?â he breathed, his voice trembling with restraint and want. âYou want to belong to me?â
âYesâahâjust youâonly you, Grandmaster!â you gasped, the words ripped straight from your soul.
Something inside him snapped.
He buried his face in your neck, a harsh, desperate growl vibrating against your skin as his body moved with sudden, overwhelming intensity. His control shattered completelyâevery breath, every motion, every sound filled with raw, consuming hunger for you.
âMine,â he snarled against your throat, the word reverent and feral all at once. âYouâre mineâno one else touches you.â
Your fingers tangled in his hair as he held you firmly beneath him, his voice a low hiss against your ear.
âIâll mark you so thoroughlyâŚâ he breathed, shivering as you tightened around him again, âeveryone will know who you belong to.â
Your release hit you like a tidal wave.
âBi-Han!â you cried, voice breaking as your entire body arched off the bed. Pleasure ripped through you so fiercely you could barely breathe. Your nails dragged down his back, marking him as instinctively as heâd marked youâproof etched into his skin that he was yours too.
He groaned at the feeling of you shuddering beneath him, continuing his movements just long enough to draw every last tremor from your body. Then, with a low, breathless soundâyour name on his tongueâhe tightened his grip on your waist and buried himself against you, shuddering through his own release.
You felt him tremble, his breath stuttering against your throat as he held you through the last waves of it.
Slowlyâso slowlyâhis grip softened. He hovered over you, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The wildness from moments ago ebbed into something softerâwarmerâsomething he didnât show to anyone else.
When he finally leaned down to kiss you, it was nothing like before.
No hunger.
No dominance.
Just quiet apology and reverence.
Your fingers threaded gently into his hair, pulling him closer, returning his kiss with shaky tenderness. When you finally separated, both of you were panting, faces flushed, hearts racing in sync.
Bi-Han sat back on his heels, steadying himself before carefully pulling away from you. The moment he did, he pausedâeyes roaming over the marks left on your skin and his release dripping from your core. His lips curled upward in a rare, quiet smirk at the sight.
Without a word, he rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth. He knelt beside you on the mattress, tending to you with a gentleness that made your chest ache.
You let out a soft moanâpart soreness, part exhaustionâas he touched you. You closed your eyes, letting him care for you in silence, the intimacy of it somehow deeper than anything that came before.
And thatâs when reality slammed back into you.
Now that the haze of desire had faded⌠your mind finally caught up.
Oh gods.
Oh gods.
You had just slept with your Grandmaster.
The man youâd been secretly in love with for years.
The same man you hadâvery clearlyâbegged to claim you.
Out loud.
Multiple times.
Heat rushed to your face in a violent wave.
You wanted the earth to open beneath the bed and swallow you whole.
What.
Had.
You.
Done.
You squeezed your eyes shut, clinging to the childish logic that if you didnât look at him, maybe he couldnât look back at you. Mortification curled tight in your stomach. You were absolutely, positively not ready to face the consequences of your actions.
You heard him move away from the bedâquiet steps, the soft clink of glassâand then return. A gentle tap on your arm made you flinch.
âOpen your eyes,â he saidâsoft, not commanding.
You obeyed, hesitantly.
He sat beside you, a glass of water in hand, expression unreadable.
âDrink,â he murmured.
Your face burned. You took it, holding it with both hands, sipping carefully to avoid choking and humiliating yourself further. When you were done, you offered the empty glass back, throat tight.
ââŚThank you,â you whispered. âFor the water. And⌠for taking care of me.â
Your voice was still rough, worn thin from the amount of moaning you had done. Bi-Hanâs eyes flicked over your face, lingering at the sound of it.
He didnât speak immediately, just watchedâtoo intensely, too deeplyâuntil you squirmed under the weight of his silence. After a moment, he exhaled, a low, gravelly sound.
âAre you alright?â he asked quietly.
You nodded quickly, gaze locked on the blanket instead of him.
He didnât look convinced.
The silence between you thickened until he finally broke it, his voice low and edged with something you couldnât name.
âAre you regretting your decision?â
Your head snapped up. ââŚWhat?â
His jaw clenched, eyes hooded. âDo you regret sleeping with me?â he repeated bluntly. âAre you already taking back the words you said earlier?â
Your breath caught.
And suddenly every desperate plea rushed back like a punch to the chest.
Please⌠make me yours⌠just yoursâŚ
Yesâahâjust youâonly you, Grandmaster!
You wanted to crawl under the blankets and never emerge again.
But you forced the truth out anyway.
ââŚNo. I donât.â
You swallowed, staring at anything but him. âI donât regret it.â
But the words hurt to say, because you knew what came nextâknew how this story usually ended.
You looked away, heart sinking as the truth pressed down on you.
âBut I know you donât feel the same,â you whispered, ashamed. âIt was just⌠stress relief. I helped you out. Thatâs all.â
You braced yourself for agreement.
For coldness.
For distance.
Because what else would a Grandmaster want from someone like you?
A heavy silence settled between you, more suffocating than any storm outside.
You refused to cry â you refused â even as your vision blurred and your throat tightened painfully. You would not fall apart in front of him. Not now. Not over this.
Bi-Han exhaled sharply, the sound low and frustrated.
âSuch a foolish womanâŚâ he muttered under his breath.
Before you could react, his hands were on you â firm but careful â lifting you and settling you in his lap as if you weighed nothing. His arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in, leaving absolutely no room to run from him or from the truth.
You stared at him wide-eyed as he tilted your chin up between two fingers, guiding your gaze to meet his.
âDo not think such foolishness again,â he said, voice firm but soft at the edges. âThis was not a simple⌠release of stress for me. I do not act on such things lightly.â
Your breath stilled.
âAnd do not think,â he continued, gaze darkening, âthat this was a one-time occurrence.â
You blinked, dazed, brain stuttering.
You couldnât quite process the implication.
Not until his grip softened, fingers brushing along your cheek with surprising gentleness before returning to rest at your waist, holding you securely against him.
âI care for you far too deeply to allow that,â he said quietly.
The world stopped.
You searched his eyes â desperately â for a hint of deception, of pity, of anything that would confirm your fear.
You found none.
Only truth.
And something warm.
Something terrifyingly close to love.
âSoâŚâ your voice trembled, barely above a whisper, âdoes that mean you⌠like me back?â
He didnât hesitate.
âYou are mine,â he said simply. âAs I am yours.â
The breath youâd been holding escaped in a shaky rush. Heat washed over your face as you ducked your head into his neck, hiding the smile you couldnât stop. His scent wrapped around you â cold air, steel, and the faintest warmth he only ever showed you.
Your arms circled his shoulders, clinging to him with a relief so deep it ached.
âUnderstood?â he asked softly.
You nodded against his skin, melting completely into his hold.
âGood,â he murmured, pressing a quiet kiss to your temple.
He held you for another long moment before rising to his feet with you still in his arms, carrying you toward the bathroom with steady, confident steps.
You smiled against his throat, heart full, warm, and impossibly content.
Kinktober Day 21: Mating Season/Double penetration
đ˝: full kinktober list here â đ
đď¸: Syzoth x gn!reader
â: NOT Proof Read
â ď¸: NSFW/SMUT/kinda long sorry not sorry/he has two dicks/double penny/ambiguous genitalia/itâs mating season? Yeah/hence his behavior/(i fr did research on multiple lizards for this. donât ask me to elaborate đ just enjoy the horny head canon I have for this fic)
â The first time it happens, you think maybe heâs just having a bad day.
â Syzoth has always been careful with youâgentle in a way that makes your chest ache, like heâs still learning that heâs allowed to want softly. But today, when Johnny leans against the training room wall and throws you that trademark grin, something shifts.
â âHey, looking good out there,â Johnny says, all easy charm and white teeth. âYouâve been working on that footwork, huh? Becauseââ
â âTheyâre busy.â
â Syzothâs voice cuts through the space like a blade you didnât see coming. Heâs suddenly there, positioned between you and Johnny with the kind of precision that doesnât feel accidental. His shoulders are broader than you rememberâor maybe itâs just the way heâs holding them, drawn up and back like a warning written in muscle and bone.
â Johnny blinks. Raises his hands in mock surrender. âWhoa, easy there, Reptile. Just making conversation.â
â But Syzoth doesnât move. Doesnât even acknowledge the nickname that usually makes him sigh with tired amusement. Thereâs something in his posture that reads like a door slamming shut, and you catch the briefest flashâscales, iridescent and sharp along his jawline, there and gone again before you can fully process them.
â Theyâre not the usual muted green.
â Theyâre bright. Jewel toned. Almost shimmering.
â âSyzoth?â You touch his arm, and he turns to you immediately. The tension bleeds out of him like someone cut a string, and suddenly heâs just your Syzoth againâsoft eyed and slightly sheepish, like heâs not entirely sure how he ended up in this particular spot.
â âapologies,â he murmurs. To you. Not to Johnny. âI justâŚ.you were in the middle of training.â
â âI was taking a break, actually.â
â âOh.â He glances away. A soft orange hue coloring his cheeksâlike he was blushing. But you knew he couldnât technicallyânot like a human anyways. And you swear you can see something else beneath it. Something that wants to shimmer. âRight. Of course.â
â Johnny leaves without further jest, and you pretend not to notice the way Syzoth tracks his exit like a predator watching prey slip just out of range.
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â The second time, youâre in the gardens. Itâs evening, all purple/gold light and the smell of jasmine heavy enough to taste. Youâre readingâor trying toâbut mostly youâre stealing glances at Syzoth, whoâs been quieter than usual lately. More watchful. He sits close enough that your knees almost touch, and every so often you feel his gaze like a physical thing, warm and weighted.
â âYouâre staringâŚ.â You say without looking up from your book.
â âIâm admiring.â
â The words come out rougher than either of you expected. When you finally meet his eyes, theyâre differentâpupils dilated wide and dark, ringed in gold that definitely wasnât there this morning.
â âAdmiring,â you repeat slowly.
â âIs thatâŚ.not allowed?â Thereâs something almost nervous in the question, hidden beneath layers of careful control. He shifts, and the movement is liquid smooth, inhuman in a way that usually only happens when heâs comfortable. When he forgets to hold himself in human shape.
â But heâs not fully shifted now. Heâs caught somewhere in betweenâskin flickering with patterns that race across his arms like living art, colors that seem to pulse with his heartbeat. Emerald. Sapphire. Gold like late afternoon sun.
â You realize youâve been staring back.
â âItâs allowed,â you say quietly. Your book is forgotten now, pages fluttering closed. âYouâre justâŚ.different lately.â
â âDifferent bad??â
â âDifferent different.â You reach out slowly, telegraphing the movement, and trace one of the patterns on his forearm. His breath hitches. The colors flare brighter, and you feel the texture of scales rising to meet your touch like a flower turning toward light. âThese are new.â
â âTheyâre not.â Heâs watching your fingers like theyâre performing some kind of miracle. âTheyâre just⌠more.â
â âMore?â
â But he doesnât answer. Just catches your hand and presses it flat against his chest, right over his heart. Itâs racingâfaster than ever, thrumming with a reptilian quickness youâve learned to recognize. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, you feel warmth. Actual warmth? Or maybe you were just imagining itâmaybe it was you that was warmâŚyou watch as the subtle shift of something moves beneath skin, rearranging itself, wanting out.
â âI should go,â he says abruptly.
â âSyzothââ
â âI donât want toââ He stops. Swallows hard. âYou make it difficult to think clearly.â
â He leaves before you can ask what he means. But the garden still smells like jasmine, and your palm still tingles where scales pressed against it, and you sit there in the fading light wondering when admiring started sounding like starving.
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â The third time, you go looking for answers. The archives are quiet this time of night. Youâve been here for hours, scrolling through texts on Zaterran biology, culture, behavioral patterns. Some of it you already knewâSyzoth has shared pieces of his past with you, careful and slow, like learning to trust you with the sharp edges of his history.
â But this is different.
â âSeasonal behavioral changesâ, one text explains, âare common among Zaterran males of reproductive age. Heightened territorial instincts. Increased displays of coloration. A strong drive to establish pair bonds and ward off potential rivals.â
â Oh that was it? Huh.
â Wait, Huh?
â You scroll further, cheeks warming as the clinical language gives way to more detailed descriptions. Courtship rituals. The way Zaterrans signal interestâthrough color, through proximity, through the careful choreography of protection and presentation. Itâs not aggressionânot really.
â Itâs wanting.
â Wanting so fierce it rewrites everything else.
â And Syzoth has been fighting it. Trying to tamp it down, keep it human shaped and manageable because he thinksâwhat? That itâll scare you? That you wonât understand?
â You close the tablet and sit back, mind racing.
â Heâs essentially been courting you. This whole time. And youâve been watching him struggle against his own instincts, embarrassed and careful, trying so hard not to be too much.
â The thought shouldnât make you smile.
â It absolutely does.
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â The fourth timeâyouâre ready. You find him in the training hall, alone, moving through forms with a violence that looks like meditation. Heâs fully shiftedâall scales and sinuous grace, colors muted in the low light. But when you enter, when he catches your scent or hears your footstep or just *knows* youâre there the way he always seems to, everything about him changes.
â The colors flood back. Brilliant. Breathtaking.
â âYou donât have to hide it,â you say.
â He freezes mid-movement. âHide what?â
â âThis.â You gesture at himâall of him, human and not, beautiful in every form. âWhatever this is that you think is going to scare me off.â
â âI donâtâ
â âSyzoth.â You step closer. He tracks the movement like itâs the only thing in the world worth watching. âI know about yourâyour season. TheâŚbonding behaviors. Iâm not scared.â
â Something complicated crosses his faceârelief and mortification and a hunger so raw it stops your breath. âYou researched.â
â âI did.â
â âThatâsâŚâ He makes a sound caught between a laugh and a groan. âOf course you did.â
â âSo you can stop pretending you donât want to hiss at Johnny every time he looks at me.â Another step. Youâre close enough now to see the patterns shifting across his scales, complex and mesmerizing. âAnd you can stop holding yourself so carefully, like you think Iâm going to break..â
â âI donât think youâll break.â His voice drops lower, becomes something with teeth in it. âI think I might.â
â âThen break,â you whisper.
â For a heartbeat, he just stares at you.
â Then he moves.
â closing the distance with that liquid speed that makes your pulse spike. His hands find your waistâcareful still, always careful with youâbut thereâs a tremor in them now. Want held on a fraying leash.
â âBelovedâyou donât understand what youâre asking for,â he says against your temple. His breath is warm, slightly too quick. âDuring matiâhe stops himself, unable to say the word in front of you, âThe season, IâŚâ He stops. Tries again. âIt makes meâpossessive. Irrational. I wantââ
â âMe,â you finish. âYou want me. I know. I want you too.â
â The sound he makes is almost a whimper.
â âSay it again.â
â âI want you, Syzothâ You tip your head back, meeting those gold ringed eyes. âAll of you. However you need to be.â
â The colors across his skin flare so bright itâs almost bioluminescent. And then heâs kissing youâdeep and desperate. like heâs been holding back for weeks and the dam just shattered. His mouth is hot, insistent, different in shape and texture, and you gasp against it as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush against him.
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â His tongue slips past your lips, long and precise, curling against your own in a way that sends sparks straight down your spine. You moan into his mouth, your hands trailing up and down his rough shoulders, pulling him closer.
â Syzoth groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he presses his hips forward. You feel the hard lengths of him against your thigh, both cocks straining through his pants, thick and insistent. The realization hits you like a thrill, your core clenching in anticipation. Heâs always been careful, restrained, but now? Now heâs unraveling, and itâs all for you.
â âMine,â he murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one with sharp teeth that donât break skin but promise they could. His hands slide down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifts you effortlessly off the training room mat. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he grinds against you, the dual ridges of his arousal rubbing right where you ache.
â You break the kiss just enough to whisper, âTake me to bed, Syzoth. Now.â Your voice is breathy, teasing, even as your body trembles with need.
â He doesnât hesitate. With a low growl, he carries you out of the training room. His strides long and urgent down the dimly lit corridor of your shared quarters. The door to the bedroom barely registers before heâs kicking it shut behind you, the wood slamming with enough force to rattle the frame. He doesnât set you down gentlyâinstead, he backs you against the wall, capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss. His hands are everywhereâtugging at your shirt, shoving it up and over your head, then yanking down your pants with impatient efficiency.
â âSo beautiful,â he rasps, âCricketâŚ.always tempting me.â He dips his head to your neck, licking a hot stripe along your pulse point, his forked tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. You arch into him, urging him on.
â Clothes hit the floor in a frenzyâtwin cocks bobbing, both curving upward, veined and flushed a deep green, tips already beading with precum. Theyâre thicker than you remember, or maybe it was just because he was in his true formâŚnonethelessâthey pulsed greedily in tandemâas if sharing the same desperate rhythm. Syzothâs hands roam your bare skin, calloused palms cupping your chest/breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until theyâre hard peaks.
â âI need you,â he says, the words laced with that flirtatious lilt even as his grip tightens, irrational possessiveness bleeding through.
â âIâm yours,â you reply, nipping at his jaw. âFuck me like you mean it.â
â That does it. He scoops you up again, tossing you onto the bed with a playful growl that turns feral. You land on your back, legs splayed, and he follows, crawling over you like a predator claiming his prize. His mouth finds your chest/breast, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand pinches the other, drawing a gasp from your lips. Lower still, his fingers trail down your stomach, dipping between your thighs to find you soaked and ready.
â âMmm, so ready,â he murmurs, voice husky with approval. Two fingers push inside your pussy, thick, clawed but careful, curling to stroke that spot that makes your hips buck while his other hand strokes one of his cocks, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room.
â You writhe under him, chasing the building pressure. âSyzoth...â
â His fingers thrust faster, scissoring to stretch you, preparing you for whatâs to come. When he withdraws, you whine at the loss, but then heâs positioning himself between your legs, one cock nudging at your entrance while the other presses between your thighs still.
â âBreathe,â he instructs softly, that genuinely loving tone cutting through the heat. He kisses you again, slower this time, as the tip of his first cock breaches your entrance. Itâs a stretch, burning sweet, and you cling to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch. Halfway there, he pauses, reaching down to guide the second cock, slick with his own precum, he nudges at you, pressing both heads between your thighs insistently, begging ti be swallowed up by your body.
â You relax as best you can, the flirty little spark in your eyes meeting his rather intense gaze. âGive it to me. Both.â
â With a shuddering breath, he pushes forward. The dual invasion is overwhelmingâyouâre filled to the brim, walls clenching around his thick length, while you yield to the second, the sensation of fullness making stars scatter behind your eyelids. He bottoms out with both, hips flush against yours, and stills, letting you adjust. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.
â âmmmh, bug, you feel ssso good,â he groans, starting to move. Shallow thrusts at first, occasionally switching between the two cocksâone pulling out as the other drives inâbuilding a rhythm that has you moaning his name. The friction is intense, every slide hitting nerves you didnât know you had, pleasure coiling tight in your belly.
â Syzothâs pace quickens, possessive grunts escaping him as he fucks you harder. âMine,â he repeats, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you wider. His tailâlong and sinuousâwraps around your leg, holding you open for him. The colors on his skin flare brighter, pulsing glows as sweat slicks your bodies.
â You meet his thrusts, rolling your hips to take him deeper. âYes... harderâmffâahhnghââ Your words spur him on, making him double his efforts (literally).
â He releases your wrist to brace himself, pounding into you with abandon. Both cocks now pistoning togetherâstretching and filling you completely, the intensity sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You grind against his base with every thrust, pushing you closer to the edge.
â Finally, your orgasm hits, clenching and pulsing, milking his lengths as you cry out. Syzoth follows seconds later, roaring your name as he spills inside youâhot cum flooding you completely and utterly, marking you from within. He collapses onto you, still buried deep, his body trembling with aftershocks.
â For a moment, you just hold each other, breaths ragged. You smile, tracing a finger along his jaw. Basking in each other.
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â Later, when youâre curled together in the quiet dark, his tail wrapped loosely around your ankle like a living promise, he speaks into your hair. (Or the crook of your neck :3)
â âThank you.â
â âFor what?â
â âFor researchingâcaring.â You feel his smile against your shoulder. âFor not running. For letting me be⌠this.â
â You lace your fingers through his, feeling the texture difference where scales meet skin. âThis is pretty great, actually.â
Summary: Lazing around in the gazebo of his temple is the only thing you seem interested in doing while your lover is away. When he finally comes back home, he wonders if maybe youâve become way too comfortable in your loneliness.
Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. Not that much plot. Sex outdoors.
Wc: 2.3k+
A/N: As always, english is not my first language, I tried my best. Also, I been working and thinking about this since october lol. Hope you like it!<3 Leave a comment!<3
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The soft sound of the water was your only companion. The flowing water of the lake beneath you, the faint pitter-patter of the rain against concrete. It has been for the last few days.
With your eyes closed, you could also feel the soft breeze, if you wanted to count that too. You could hear it ruffling the leaves of the tall trees around you.
Soft flow of water. Soft cold breeze.
Soft touch of your own fingers over your stomach. Going down.
Your skin feels warm, despite the chill of the weather. The thin robe you are wearing opens easily as your fingers pass the knot. Falling around you. Your figure lying on the floor now framed by soft silk.
Your fingers continue their path down. And down.
You are already wet. A couple of days without your lover often left you like this. Yearning for a touch that you could never replicate.Â
Your own fingers were not long enough, or warm enough. They didnât know the places that he knew. It was almost absurd that he could touch you better than yourself. But it was the truth. From the first moment, you were dependant. You could try and try, but it would never be enough. It didnât feel bad, but it felt⌠not quite right.
âEnjoying yourself, I see.â You gasp in horror at the sudden interruption and sit up in panic. Only to relax again the moment you make eye contact with Lord Liu Kang sitting on his knees beside you. How long has he been sitting there? It didnât matter. Your arms wrap around him before he could blink.
âLiu! I missed you so much!â You tell him without letting go. Pure happiness evident in your voice.
âYou say you miss me, my love, but I do not see you needing me around that much.â He returns your hug. Oh, he had no idea. His hand settles between the robe and your skin, resting on your naked waist. âAm I not important for your needs?â
You know heâs only messing with you, but you give him an answer anyway. âI would argue that youâre probably the most important person in this universe, actually.â You giggle.
âBut am I important to my own woman?â He moves away to look into your face.Â
âSometimes.â Your hands caress his shoulders softly, a couple of rain drops resting over his skin still. You untie his headband. Helping him get comfortable after so many days away.
The face of indignation he makes at your response is priceless. He was always so serene that in the moments when he relaxed around you still felt a little strange. It also makes you feel warm all over that he trusts you like that.
âI wish you didnât have responsibilities. I want you here all the time.â You announce while laughing, backtracking on what youâve just said. He smiles softly at you. He looks down at your body, and his smile fades a little, as if he just remembered the state that you were in.
âThis is what you wear when I am not here?â As you didnât bother to tie the robe around you when you sat up, it was left wide open, framing your naked body. âYou walk around like this?â
âI thought this was my home?â You keep your hands on him, not really minding his reprimand. Next you untie his bun. Letting his damp hair fall freely. The sweet relief of your fingertips stroking his scalp makes him groan, eyes falling shut. But he doesnât lose focus.Â
âOf course it is, my love.â His hands go up your waist until they rest under your breasts, warming your skin with his touch. âBut you are not the only person here. What will the monks say?â
âThe monks donât have anything to say about you walking around with an open shirt everyday. You slut.â You grab said material and push it away from his shoulders. He let it fall behind him. Your fingers go from his shoulders down his torso. Softly caressing his warm skin, the cold weather was nothing in contrast to the heat coming from beneath. Fingertips tracing every detail that you already knew by memory.Â
âPlease, do not call me that.â Thereâs no real offence in his voice. A giggle is your only response as you finally reach the hem of his trousers. Expertly undoing the buttons of it.
You grab the fabric, and pull him towards you. Making him stand on his knees, closer to you. You look up at him, like this he looks even taller, broader. His left hand goes to your cheek, thumb tracing the skin with affection.
âI missed you, Liu. Please?â You donât need to say what you want. He understands you perfectly. He knew this would happen from the moment he found you on the ground here. But the way your voice changed, now breathy, much different from the voice you just used to mock him, leaves no doubt about what you want from him.
He looks around, beyond the path that led into the gazebo. No one in sight. He sighs in resignation, he couldnât say no to you. His hands leave you to reach his trousers, and he pulls them down. Just enough to free himself. You unconsciously moan at the sight.
âOn your hands and knees then, beautiful.â You turn around, following his instructions instantly. Pulling the robe up your body, so the fabric falls around your waist. Presenting yourself to him.
âCome on, my lord.â You encourage him, looking at him over your shoulder.
That title coming out of your lips one day is going to drive him mad. It started as a joke. You used it just to mock his status. But once you noticed the real effect it had on him, you started using it to your advantage. Like right now.
His hands reach for your ass. One hand fondles the skin, the other moving softly until he finds where you are basically dripping. He strokes you there with his thumb.
That simple touch has you shaking.
âLook at you, so wet already. You were enjoying yourself before I arrived, no?â He asks, not really looking for an answer, but only because the way you hide your face between your arms on the floor in embarrassment amuses him. âYou did such a good job at getting yourself ready. What do you think? Are you ready for me?â
You push your body back into his with a whine. âI am. Please, my lord.â
He groans at the mention of his title again. He didnât want to lose any other second. He had missed you too. And too much.Â
He aligns himself with you, but doesnât push inside. At least not yet.Â
His hands go to your lower back, deepening your arch. And he starts grinding against you, collecting your arousal. Making you gasp every time the head of his dick drags into your clit.
âLiu, please. Iâm ready, please.â Once he hears your plea, he pushes into you. Slowly. Finally.. He can tease you another time.
Your body tenses as the first few inches go in. Whining in slight discomfort at the stretch. His hands stroke your waist. âMy love, I know you can take me. You have done it before. Relax.âÂ
His words work like a spell. Your body magically melts at the sound of his voice. Slowly relaxing, allowing him to keep pushing in.Â
He moans when heâs finally buried to the hilt. Strong hands keep you still against him. Your own hands try to grab anything, the sensation between your legs being too much too soon. But you find only cold and smooth concrete beneath you.
You moan loudly as his hips begin moving. The pace is slow, but so many days without him made you so much more sensitive. Every stroke allows you to feel everything that you were missing. With every push into you, another moan or whine leaves your lips. And mixes in the air with the soft groans and pants that the man behind you makes too.Â
The rain gets heavier around you. The sound of the drops falling on the lake conceal the sound of skin slapping against skin as Liu picks up his pace. And the wind picks up too, taking the sound of your shared moans away with it.
His hand curls on the neck of your robe and pulls at it, uncovering your upper back. He goes down, resting part of his body weight on you, and kisses between your shoulder blades. His hips slow down a little, but his strokes are pushing deeper, reaching spots that you tend to forget even exist. His lips kiss the same spot again, and again. And then they go up, leaving kisses from your nape to your cheek.Â
He releases the fabric to go into your hair and pulls at it softly. It makes you shiver under him. The pressure on your scalp causes you to clench around him. The sensation sends him down, and he has to catch himself with a hand next to your head. You reach for it, clawing at his forearm for some kind of grounding.Â
âLiu?â You pause your moans and call with a soft voice. His hips slow down until his movement stops completely. Â
âWhat is it? Is there something wrong?â He sounds as composed as ever, just a little out of breath. But if you could focus just a little, you could hear the concern hiding in his questions.Â
âNothing. It's just-â You rest your forehead on your forearm, trying to regain your breath. âCan you please kiss me?â The question is soft, almost a whisper towards the floor. He pulls away from your back and sits up. And slowly, careful not to hurt you, pulls out. And with the same softness, he helps you turn around. Guiding your back against the ground, using your own robe as a blanket to cushion the coldness of the concrete.Â
Once youâre lying comfortably, your legs open on instinct, making space for him between them. He lowers again on top of you, this time face to face. He positions his own forearm behind your head, acting as a pillow so you wouldnât feel the harsh floor underneath. His other palm rests on your face, petting your cheek before finally kissing you.
Softly at first. It was a greeting, after all. A welcome home after so many days.
He broke the kiss to hold himself up again. Just for how long it took him to push into you. A sharp gasp left your lips, but he catched it with his mouth when he kissed you again. This time deeper. Messier.
When his hips resume their movement, his body melts on top of yours, completely relaxed at last. This is what he needed after so many nights without you. He groans in satisfaction as your body heat mixes with his own, acting as a barrier against the cold weather that got even more intense.Â
He kisses you over and over. He couldnât stop now even if he tried. Your taste, your softness is everything he would ever need, he is sure. He parts from you for a couple of seconds at a time, just to let you breathe. His hair falls like a curtain around you. Soft strands brushing your neck. Hiding the pleasure written on your face to the world. Good. It is only for him anyway.
Your own hands curl into his back, clawing at the hard muscle. Feeling how it moves with every deep breath he takes, with every thrust. You bury your nails on his skin, but he doesnât mind it, it just makes him go harder. Makes him groan louder.
âMy l- Liu!â You whine. Your legs start shaking around his waist. âLiu Iâm, so- so cl-ah!â You donât need to tell him.
âI know, my love. You can do it.â He tells you softly. His forehead falls against yours. âYou can let go. Do it for me.â You donât need any more encouragement.Â
You shake violently as you cum, but Liu's hold keeps you pinned to the ground as he continues thrusting into you, searching for his own release now. Going faster, making you cry out at the feeling.Â
His fast hips go sloppier the closer he gets. Until you finally feel the warmth filling you as he cums. A long moan falling from his lips. âGodsâŚâ He mutters, grinding his teeth to keep him from being too loud, as if you hadnât been loud enough for the two of you. Once his hips stop, he finds your lips again. Kissing you slowly. You keep your eyes closed as he goes to kiss your cheek, then your forehead. He lays soft kisses all over your face before pulling away from you.Â
You feel him as he pulls out. You donât think about his release leaking out of you, probably staining your robe. Your mind is on something else entirely. He is still hard.
You watch as he tucks himself back in his pants.
He could keep going, you know he could keep going. He probably wants to, he usually does. Why isnât he? Why did he pull out? You open your mouth to ask him, but you get interrupted by him suddenly grabbing you, pushing himself up with you in his arms.Â
âI think it is best if we continue this in our private room.â He tells you, as if he knew what was going to come out of your mouth. âThe one we have inside the temple. Sounds familiar to you?â He begins walking away from the gazebo. The rain suddenly stops, as if minding you coming out of your shelter, but you can still feel the cold breeze on your now flushed cheeks. âCome on. I do not want you to catch a cold.â
INTRO !!    â¤ď¸Â ×                         Evil Distraction .á
Even if you like being the Grandmasterâs spouse, domestic life becomes boring after a while, but it changes when you get an object thatâll become Bi-Hanâs new nightmare, a phone. Content warning: Tiny bit suggestive at the end, also a tiny bit of angst but gets resolved. Genre: Fluff, humor and slice of life.
Unrelated: To save our planet you can delete useless emails, turn the ac off when youâre not home, second hand is always better, use ecosia instead of google.
âYou knew what you were getting into when we got married, why acting so childishly now?â Bi-Han asked while changing to his nightwear, he pulled the knot tight while turning his head to you with a small frown on his face. âI have duty and you know it, I already spend all my free time with you.â
Despite his arguing tone you knew he was right, he did a lot of progress throughout your relationship to be more open instead of restraining his feelings. It wasnât of bad intention, Bi-Han was told since his birth to focus on the Lin Kuei only, so with you appearing in his life and in his heart was unexpected, and as much as he wished to act like he wasnât, he was inexperienced in the field of love. He got better with time but that didnât stray him away from his work, which left you a lot of alone time. However, everyday was the same routine, nothing to be entertained with, moreover, if Bi-Han was right about one thing was that the Lin Kuei stayed in idle for years as Earthrealmâs safety wasnât threatened. Besides from important meetings, you were left with nothing to do.
Thatâs why you were happy when you met Liu Kangâs new champions, they were a breath of fresh air from the mostly cold Lin Kuei clan, it didnât mean that you werenât happy to live there, but meeting new people was nice. One person in peculiar had caught your attention, Johnny Cage, a global martial art icon and the most famous actor in all hollywood, or at least that was what he described himself as. Safe to say there was nobody like him in the Lin Kuei, with his extravagant and comical nature, maybe that was the reason why you liked to talk to him. You became friends quickly, he wanted to talk to you more so he asked if you could exchange numbers, but you told you didnât have a mobile phone.
âSo the Lin Kuei has super high tech and cyber ninjas, but donât have phones?â
It did sound weird when he put it like that, probably because it wasnât of any use for the clan and would lead to distraction, you didnât even know if there was wifi in Articka. Johnny however, didnât take any of this and gifted you a phone.
âIf Blueberry ice has a change of mind and allows me to film in his clan, give me a call.â He made a call hand sign movement and gave you a wink.
And this was how you got a new phone who probably costed a lot. You first didnât use it much, besides from responding to messages, but then by slowly discovering new features you spent a lot of time on them, this was when Bi-Han noticed your new gadget, and of course he didnât care about it, if you wanted to spend your free time with it, it wasnât his problem.
However with time, he did noticed a change of behaviour for better and for worse. For example, you liked to hide and take pictures of him from afar without him noticing you (or at least thatâs you thought), because it was obvious Bi-Han would refuse to be photographed, but you had chances to take a close up of him when he came back to your bedroom, too tired to argue. Never would he smile for the picture, though.
But, apparently it wasnât enough, you became bold enough to take pictures of him while he trained, could someone blame you? You wondered how could he stay shirtless with this freezing temperature but you were glad he did. The way his body flexed, his ridiculous musculature, how nothing survived from his hits, you had to take pictures, every angle of him was a pleasure to look at.
That wasnât only when he trained alone but also with when training the recruits. Bi-Han thought you were just taking pictures of him. Heâd act like he didnât care about his spouse âdiscretelyâ admiring him from afar, as long you didnât come bothering him while he trained, he couldnât let himself be distracted by your eyes sparkling for him, or by the way you tried to hide the lovely little smile by biting your lips whenever he looked at you back, and unknowingly to anyone because of his mask, his lips formed a tiny smirk at the attention youâre giving him. Meanwhile for you, it was getting harder to not laugh when youâre putting all the funny filters on him, it became particularly difficult when he had his infamous frowning face but the face was tiny because of the filter.
Bi-Han slowly started to wake up from his slumber to meet
the back of your head, he noticed that he stayed in the same position as last night, his arms were around your body and his legs tangled with yours. However you seemed to have moved away which bothered him, he didnât had much time with you and he wanted to appreciate your presence before leaving, so he brought you closer to his body without difficulties. This was the time of the day where you had the habit of showering him with deep affection until he left, it wasnât something he wanted to miss for the world.
He wanted to be sure that you were awake so he lifted his head a little to see your tired but lovely morning face, but was instead greeted by the aggressive light of the phone, which caused him to grunt and look away.
âWhat are you doing?â His irritation made itself heard when he asked, but you didnât move an inch to look at him.
âGood morning. Iâm just checking messages.â Turned out you werenât just checking messages but ended up in an endless scroll, and no attention was given to Bi-Han, who was already grumpy for the whole day from early morning because he didnât get his usual morning cuddle session, and never on his life would he ever ask you to show him affection. Which made him grumpier than usual and everyone in the clan had to suffer the consequences.
And then it became his problem, because you kept being distracted by this stupid device even when he was there, giving his full attention to you. What was so funny that you barely didnât eat during breakfast? He didnât know. Who were you messaging when he was talking to you? Liu Kang only knew. The only thing that he did know was that you didnât talk to him much, even worse, you werenât giving him any physical attention anymore. He had to restrain himself from freezing this thing and breaking it with his bare hand, he knew you wouldnât appreciate that and probably be upset at him. However, it was unavoidable that things were going to blew out at some point.
âThatâs it, Iâm tired of this!â
âHm.. what are you tired of Bee-Haâ Hey, wait!â You exclaimed as he took the phone from your hands while you were playing.
âOf this Iâm tired!â He pointed angrily at the phone with his finger before throwing it away on the nearby desk. âYou can only focus on this thing, when was the last time you looked at me in the eyes.â He crossed his arms, a deep frown on his face, and it wasnât his usual one, no, this one felt more personal.
âOh, so you know how I feel like now when you focus on your work instead of me.â You crossed your arms while frowning back at him, a bold move only you could dare doing it.
âDonât be ridiculous, I spent all my free time with you. And I make sure to have some every day so I can spend time with you.â
âYeah, youâre here with meâsometimes, but are you?â You tilted your head, questioning him. âYou can only talk about the clan when weâre together while I give you all my affection, but you barely give it back.â You threw your hands in despair, you knew le loved you, that he wouldn't act the same way with anyone else as he did with you. But sometimes you wondered why did he choose you when it felt like his life would be the same without you.
He didnât respond immediately, he looked down, seemingly processing what you just said, trying to remember the past to only realize that you were right. Most of his attention was on the clan, his clan that his father pushed on him. When he talked to you, it was mostly to explain future plans or to vent about the problems that he faced, but that was because he felt comfortable talking with you, like he could speak his mind without putting on the mask of a leader.
You were about to say something to break the ice that you felt started to form between you and him, but you stayed silent while watching him walked quickly to the door of your bedroom to lock it.
âWhat are you doinââ He cut you off by throwing himself on top of you while being careful to not crush you with his weight. Giving you a deep kiss that made your head fall on the pillow. Then, his lips went to your jaws, then to your neck, while leaving a trail of kisses. You knew what this meant, and as much as you liked it, you knew Bi-Han was busy.
âLove, Tomas and Kuai Liang are waiting for you.â
âThey can wait. I have a more important mission to do.â You hand went through his hair when his mouth lingered on your neck. âI canât survive a week without you, let alone a lifetime.â
This night, Bi-Han made sure that the only thing you could focus on was him.
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Can you please write headcanons/reactions for Kenshi, Johnny, Raiden, Liu Kang, and Bi Han where they are having a friendly spar/ training with their crush and somehow their lips accidentally connect (ŕšâšĎâšŕš )
Kenshi Takahashi:
-He just losts his sight, so this was bound to happen.
-Kenshi excuses fall from his lips, like a waterfall, but mostly, he is angry at himself for this new disability he doesnât know how to deal with.
-Of all the ways his first kiss with you could go (because he thought of it multiple times during the evenings), this wasnât one of them; at his weakest moment.
-Kenshi won't talk about it, brushing off the topic if you try to bring it up. Maybe when Earthrealm is safe, and his mind is clear, the man will finally be able to express his true feelings.
Johnny Cage:
-"Can't stay too long without a taste of these lips, mh honey?"
-Johnny does what is natural for him, joking.
-He teases and jokes about it every time you say it was an incident and meant nothing, being all dramatical and sad at your words.
-The truth of the soft feeling blossoming for you hidden in a corner of his mind, too confused by all the events going on with his life.
-Doesn't mean...that if you misstep and fall on his lips again...he won't kiss you back.
Raiden:
-He stutters, eyes wide as an owl, before hiding under his bamboo hat.
-Raiden excuses himself a million times, bending as much as possible as appropriate it is for a good guy like him.
-What you may not notice is the small smile he tries to bite off, as he notices how you stutter too, and your heartbeat increasing.
-Maybe...maybe he isnât the only one being way too happy about this incident.
Liu Kang:
-He smiles, and tell you not to worry; it can happens when training.
-Lies, pretty obvious too for trained ears; Liu Kang swears he hears Geras sighs at his words.
-Liu Kang won't overstep your boundaries, but...if he catches that you may have liked this happy incident, probably he'll become as clumsy as when he was just a trainee.
Bi-Han:
-Time freezes and it's not due his magic. Kiss broken, but lips a breath away from each others.
-And then a punch knocks all the air out of your body, your body falling on the ground like a stone.
-Bi-Han looks down on you, disgust evident on his face, before barking "the training isn't over".
-You'll never know, if not much later, that his disgust was born from his embarrassing misstep, rather than from the kiss.
Hello :) if itâs okay please could I request flirty intros or headcanons for MK1 Boys with a crush on the reader who wields the elements (adopted by Madam Bo as a child and grew up with raiden and Kung Lao). Thank you and have a great day đ
MK1 Boys x Elements wielder! Reader
A/N: Hope you have a great day and night too! Hopes this are okay! i can change something if you need! :))
Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Thomas
Liu Kang
Liu kang: Madam Bo was right about your strength and beauty on battle.
You: *Chuckles* Not only in battle, Lord Liu Kang.
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Liu kang: Your heart and the elements are one together. Hope there's space for me someday...
You: Lord Liu Kang, i through that was obvious at this point.
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You: So keeper of time huh? I should be grateful of your work on me.
Liu kang: Believe me, i'm more than happy to be having these conversations together, Y/N.
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You: Just said i'm one of your favorites, Lord Liu Kang, won't tell Raiden or Lao.
Liu kang: *Smile* And i through i was being subtle about my feelings at this point.
Raiden
Raiden: Madam Bo really shaped such former warrior. Hope we can fight next to each other as always, Y/N
You: It's always a honor fighting beside you, Raiden.
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Raiden: The way you move elements around is like watching magic floating, Y/N.
You: And with your lighting we could create such masterpiece!
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You: My childhood was better with you around, Raiden. Thank you.
Raiden: I hope we can still share more moments from now too, Y/N.
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You: I promise to be more gentle in the next training, Raiden.
Raiden: Such power like yours should be seen, Y/N. Don't hold back.
Kung Lao
Kung Lao: I'm sure i'm Madam Bo's favorite, but you still the beautiful and strong one.
You: Just because you empty her plates doesn't mean you have extra points, Lao.
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Kung Lao: Care to allow me the next fight, Y/N? The winner gets a kiss.
You: *Chuckle* Oh now you wanna fight serious, don't you?
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You: You love to lose since little, don't you, Lao?
Kung Lao: Maybe i just like the way you smile in each victory.
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You: No, i will not try my elements at full in our training, Lao
Kung Lao: Oh c'mon i can take it! Show off for me!
Johnny Cage
Johnny Cage: Oh you gonna LOVE watching Avatar the last airbender with me!
You: *Sigh* At least it's a date, right?
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Johnny Cage: You're like mother nature's child, Beautiful and deadly. i like it.
You: Well somebody has very good eyes, huh Mr. Cage?
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You: I'm not doing the air trick like Aang, Johnny.
Johnny Cage: C'mon babe! you're the chosen one for this!
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You: Madam Bo says you're welcome to visit anytime, Johnny.
Johnny Cage: Getting to see you and such good food? ugh...this is heaven.
Kenshi Takahashi
Kenshi Takahashi: Can i even have a change with such powerful being in front of me?
You: Oh the charmer you are, Takahashi. And yes, yes you can.
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Kenshi Takahashi: I promised Madam Bo to be the man worthy of your presence.
You: Like you're not all of that already, Kenshi.
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You: It is painful to miss the colors of my elements, Kenshi?
Kenshi Takahashi: It pains me not appreciating all of you as i wish, Y/N.
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You: Let my elements guide you back towards me, Kenshi.
Kenshi Takahashi: I will let them embrace me knowing you will be waiting at the end, UtsukushÄŤ.
Bi-Han
Bi-Han: Somebody strong like you, grew up around foolish excuse of warriors.
You: Leave Kung Lao and Raiden out of this, Bi-Han.
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Bi-Han: Power and mind like yours belongs with me on the Lin Kue!
You: You don't know how to say you like somebody, Don't you Bi-Han?
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You: You control ice, i control everything i can in nature.
Bi-Han: Prove me that my eyes don't deceive me then.
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You: If we work together, we do it my way now, Bi-Han.
Bi-Han: *Low Chuckle* Didn't expected less from Madam bo's favorite one.
Kuai Liang
Kuai Liang: I see the beauty and kindness, now show me the strength inside of you.
You: My elements will cease your flames, Kuai Liang.
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Kuai Liang: The Shirai Ryu can be bless with your presence?
You: Hmm i will discuss it with Madam Bo, Kuai Liang. But keep your hopes up.
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You: I still miss something in my future as one of earthrealm protectors.
Kuai Liang: I hope 'me' in your life can be in that future too.
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You: It is hot around, or it's the fire wielder in front of me?
Kuai Liang: *Chuckle* Didn't knew being a element wielders came with such flirty talking too.
Tomas
Tomas: There's a lot i can learn from you, Y/N...Mind a private lesson?
You: Oh Tomas, how smooth. You got it.
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Tomas: Did i least looked badass in the exam?
You: Throwing Madam Bo from that up? You were lucky i was busy fighting your brothers, Tomas.
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You: Didn't knew Lin Kue clan had such handsome smoke wielding
Tomas: I knew you control elements, but this flirty control wasn't on the list!
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You: I think i can wield heart beats. Yours is fast around me.
