You can write a headcanon or fanfic about the reader trying to teach them about technology, like how to use a phone, how social media works, the internet, etc., what the current trends are in the modern world, but the reader loses patience and says, "ARE YOU FROM THE PREHISTORY OR WHAT?" (Trio Lin Kuei MK1)
🐉𝐌𝐊𝟏 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
⚠️ fluffy, little goofy, it's kinda funny 😂
Hello, anon!
That request sounds really interesting 😎, so I will take care of that and there you go, you have it. I hope you will like it 💖.
I love Trio Lin Kuei z MK1 very much. OMG, Kuai Liang as a Scorpion? The. Best. Idea. Ever! 😍
I don't understand why some people didn't like that part of game. I really like how looks a new (okay, maybe not so new, because that was three years ago) part of Mortal Kombat.
💙 𝐁𝐢-𝐇𝐚𝐧/𝐒𝐮𝐛-𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨
🔹You had one simple goal. Teach Bi-Han how to use a smartphone. It should have been easy. Spoiler: It was not.
"This is your phone."
🔹Bi-Han looked at the device with complete suspicion.
"It is too small to be an effective weapon."
"It's not a weapon."
"...Why would I carry it, then?"
🔹You explained calls, messages and people don't usually send ravens or personal messengers anymore. He accepted that, barely.
🔹Then you made the mistake of opening social media.
"This is Instagram."
"...Why are strangers showing each other what they ate?"
"It's... normal."
"...Civilization has fallen."
🔹TikTok was even worse. A video of someone dancing appeared. Bi-Han watched in silence. Another appeared. Then a cat wearing sunglasses, a man pretending to be a potato. And he slowly looked at you.
"...These people survived childhood?"
🔹You spent twenty minutes explaining memes, but he remained unconvinced.
"So the joke is... a picture of a frozen cat with text?"
"Yes."
"...I could conquer Earthrealm with less effort."
🔹Then he accidentally liked a six-month-old photo. You gasped and Bi-Han frowned.
"I have defeated monsters and gods. Why is this a problem?"
"Because now they'll know you were stalking their profile!"
"...Excellent. Fear is useful."
🔹After two exhausting hours, you were trying to explain internet trends.
"People are making videos where they rate fictional men."
"...Why?"
"For fun."
"...Are they not occupied with warfare?"
🔹Finally, you snapped.
"ARE YOU FROM PREHISTORY OR WHAT?!"
🔹Bi-Han crossed his arms.
"...No. But I am beginning to believe your era is deeply disappointing."
❤ 𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠/𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧
🔸Kuai Liang genuinely wanted to learn. He just asked a lot. A LOT.
"So this is a search engine?"
"Yes."
"It contains almost all human knowledge?"
"Pretty much."
"...How do people still fail exams?"
🔸You showed him YouTube. He loved educational videos, cooking channels, blacksmith videos and DIY projects. Then he discovered animal videos. And hour later, you found him smiling softly at a baby panda sneezing.
"...Kuai?"
"...This creature is very small."
"...You've been watching these for forty minutes."
"I regret nothing."
🔸Social media confused him.
"So people simply... announce what they are doing?"
"Yes."
"...To everyone?"
"Yes."
"...Voluntarily?"
"...Yes."
🔸He stared into the distance.
"The Lin Kuei spent centuries learning secrecy."
Then came emojis.
"What does this one mean? 😊"
"Happy."
"And this? 😭"
"Crying."
"And this? 💀"
"Dead."
"So this person writes: 'I am dead' after reading a joke."
"It means they laughed really hard."
"...Modern communication is inefficient."
🔸You tried explaining viral trends.
"People pour ice water on themselves."
"Why?"
"For charity."
"...That is admirable."
"People also eat extremely spicy chips for views."
"...That is considerably less admirable."
🔸After answering your hundredth question, you finally exploded.
"ARE YOU FROM PREHISTORY OR WHAT?!"
🔸Kuai Liang blinked.
"...No."
"...Then WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ANYTHING?!"
🔸He smiled sheepishly.
"Because I was raised by assassins, not by Wi-Fi."
🔸And you couldn't even stay mad after that.
🩶 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚/𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞
▫️Smoke was actually doing pretty well. At first he learned texting, he learned how to search things and he learned online shopping.
▫️That was the problem. You left him alone for ten minutes. When you came back...
"Why are there eight packages arriving tomorrow?"
"...I was curious."
"You spent money?!"
"...The advertisements said I might enjoy them."
▫️Then he discovered memes. He laughed, a lot. You had never heard him laugh this hard. He kept showing you blurry images with absurd captions.
"Look!"
"Tomas... that's just a raccoon stealing bread."
"Exactly!"
▫️You tried explaining internet arguments.
"People fight over fictional characters?"
"Yes."
"For days?"
"Yes."
"...Without dueling?"
"...Yes."
"...Humans have too much free time."
▫️Then you introduced him to trends. He wanted to participate and you immediately regretted it.
"Tomas, don't do that dance."
"...Why not?"
"Because you'll hurt yourself."
"I survived the Lin Kuei."
▫️Two seconds later, he tripped over the coffee table.
"...I have been defeated."
▫️The final straw came when he asked and you stared at him:
"So... if someone says 'LOL,' are they summoning a spirit?"
"No."
"What about 'LMAO?'"
"No."
"'Rizz?'"
"No."
"'Skibidi?'"
▫️You dropped your head onto the table and he looked genuinely worried.
"...Are you alright?"
▫️You slowly looked up.
"ARE YOU FROM THE PREHISTORY OR WHAT?!"
▫️Smoke looked offended.
"...Excuse me. I learned what Wi-Fi is in a single afternoon."
As someone who never rests when I am sick, I feel this one in my soul.
Prompt: Slow Recovery
Paring: Kuai Liang X Reader
Warnings: Nondescript injury, Reader has no descriptions or pronouns used
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"You should be resting." His voice echoed from the doorway, calm despite watching you blatantly ignoring his recommendation.
You let out an angry huff, slowly forcing yourself to stand on weak legs. It had been over a week and you were shaking like a newborn deer.
Absolutely aggravating.
"Don't start, Kuai." You didn't need to turn to look at him, hearing his soft footsteps making their way to you and placing his hand on your shoulder. You would think that the cryomancer's hands would be cold. But they never were when he touched you. They were always warm, welcoming, gentle. He didn't say a word before he forced you back to sitting down, slowly lowering himself to sit beside you.
"If you keep trying to force yourself to heal faster, it's going to take longer. You know this." Another huff escaped you, your hands clenching into fists in your lap as you turned your head to look at him. You opened your mouth to say something but you didn't get a chance. Instead he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mixing with yours as his dark eyes met yours.
"Rest. For me, if nothing else." A soft sigh escaped you but you did not argue this time, nodding your head slighted.
"Fine. For now." A slight smile ghosted over his face, accepting your compromise.
Can you do a NSFW for Bi-Han x Fem!Reader with spanking and breeding kinks?
٠࣪⭑TAKE ME INTO YOURSELF٠࣪⭑
bi-han x reader | nsfw
CW! female reader, mk1 bi-han, vaginal sex, spanking, breeding kink, attempt at dirty talk, pain kink(?), degradation(?), freak4freak, reader is a bit shy & lot kinder than bi-han, opposites attract, married bi-han x reader, teasing, reader is a brat <3, oral and fingering (r receiving), unprotected sex, c☆ming inside, implied multiple rounds
Summary! You and Bi-Han's relationship was a contradiction in itself as were your personalities. That trend applies to even the bedroom.
જ⁀➴ . . . Of course! Thank you for requesting! Apologize if this suck. Feels like I haven't written smut in a hot minuets or as often so I'm a bit rusty. Hope this is okay!
You watched Bi-han with loveful eyes. Don't fault yourself you knew what came with him. The Grandmaster's temper and cruetly would never go unnoticed.
In fact you craved for it, longed for it dearly. Bi-Han simply brought something to your heart that you didn't know existed.
You needed and wanted it more than anything.
The most important thing was you needed to make sure you were the thing he needed. Luckily, you didn't need to do anything, because Bi-Han already had his eye on you.
Being a direct as he is it was obvious Bi-Han was the one to confess first.
Imagine your surprise and joy when he popped the question to you. Adorable red on his cheeks when he asked you.
It was a rare sight that you enjoyed.
The Lin Kuei found the relationship sweet, maybe a bit disturbing due to your personality differences.
And yet it also proved useful to the clan, like you being the only one to calm Bi-Han down.
The wedding was hard on the man, flushing red the entire reception. It was adorable to see him like that.
You laughed at him but the man would get his revenge at bed that night after the party. Both a little tipsy when stumbling into your shared bedroom.
The bed creaked as you were practically thrown onto the bed. Your wedding attire was ruffled as he dropped himself onto your body.
"You act as if you're so innocent."
You giggled with heat on your cheeks, a beating heart hard against the bones beneath your chest.
"Whatever could you mean?"
"Don't be coy, little brat."
His hand drifted beneath your attire to pull at your hips. You allowed him to strip you of everything.
"You too, Bi-han."
He scoffed, brows twitching ever so lightly, "You don't command the Grandmaster."
"Hehe, so prideful, husband." You perked up to peck the side of jaw. His face became even more flushed at the action.
He was anxious by how he pushed you back down and a light smack on your naked thigh. You yelped, but your hips wiggled need, core dripping just a tiny bit.
"I hit you once and already your dripping."
"Blame yourself, grandmaster."
Bi-Han drifted away from you. "For that attitude i might not satisfy you."
You gave a fake whine and pouted, "Oh? So you don't want to ravish me after all this time? We aren't gonna give the Lin Kuei more kinship because your embarrassed? How shameful Grandmaster."
Suddenly you were turned onto your tummy and a slap of pain hit on your bottom.
"Hey-!"
"Shut it. Someone needs a punishment for her words against the grandmaster."
You laughed, "Oh so I was right?"
Slap!
Stripped of your clothes to be left in your undergarments. Even in a vulnerable state you continue to tease him.
"So shamless, my dear husband."
"That's it you little minx."
Your ankle was pulled by his hand to his pelvis. The falling of his pants and undergarments to reveal his cock enlarged, looking hard.
"Ooh-"
"I'd watch your mouth, wife."
You giggled either way. Pushing you down onto the plushy bed roughly. His calloused hands pulling your thighs apart to indulge himself.
A loud whine from you heaving your head back as he ate you out. A wide smile of pleasure due to his tongue and also to the fact that he was humping the bed.
"I told you to watch it." Another slap to your thigh made you yelp. Trying to close your thighs when it was becoming too much for you but his strong hands kept them apart.
Even adding a finger or two into your cunt. Gushing and leaking slick and wetness that he lapped up with his tongue.
"Sooo dirty of you Grandmaster!"
"You like this, dirty girl? How disgraceful can you be?"
"You-ah! Married me!"
"I guess I did." His fingers separated while inside you feeling along your walls. You yelped in response, moaning and drooling onto the sheets. "It's my duty to punish you for your behavior."
"Yeah, punish me!"
You found yourself in his arms and being thrown even further onto the bed. Hands on your hips curving them to face the sheets. On your hands and knees and Bi-Han behind you.
More of his fingers, three to be exact plunged into your wet core. You moaned loudly.
"Letting everyone hear you? How disgraceful of you." He sounded jealous but also like he wanted others to hear you.
"Ha- you finally have me. Why so-ah!"
"Yeah, but i also have to prove you belong to me." His fingers were pulled out of you, wet with your slick. Hands on your hips gripping firm and hard.
"I'd prepare myself, my dear wife."
You smiled big, wiggling your hips in his hold. "Give me your babies."
His face became a sight. Flushed pink on his nose and ears. "If that's how you want to be."
Another slap to your bottom and he pushed inside. You moaned loud at the stretch of your cunt and at the fullness. He groaned from above you.
You dropped more onto the bed to the point of him overtaking your back.
Even if subtle Bi-Han started rubbing small circles into your thigh that felt warm from his slaps.
You whined after getting impatient. It was unbearable to hold him inside you like this. Not in this position nor at his size.
"Go! Go- ah fuck yes!"
"Impatient thing you are."
Slap!
More of your wetness came gushing out. Skin slapping against skin making a noise so obscene and scandalous.
Bi-Han was fucking you, but just as much making love to you.
You being pushed into the sheets and pillows so hard as he pummeled your poor little cunt. The poor thing squished underneath his big cock and balls slapping your opening.
Clawing at the sheets at how hard he was going.
"Too rough-"
"You asked for this. I know you like so don't try denying it." Bi-Han brought your upper body up. Lower body acting like hinges pulling you by the neck. You gasped feeling his cock pushing against a special part of you.
"Bi-Han there!"
"Here?"
He pushed down on your tummy making you both squeak and moan. Wiggling in your hold. With his good amount of strength he managed to made you lay onto the pillows.
He felt even deeper.
"Fuck- Bi-Han!"
"Take it. Take my seed and have my babies."
You moaned loudly as your head fell into the pillows. Moaning into them as Bi-Han continued his assault on your poor cunt. More gushing and wetness spilling onto the sheets without a care.
"Bi-Han i think I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead. Fair warning we're just gonna keep going."
You groaned at his words. His arm gripped your waist and made you holding yourself on your hands and knees. Another noise came from you at the changing of postions.
Slap!
"C'mon sweetheart."
Slap!
"Cum for me."
Slap!
"Take all of me like the dirty girl you are."
You came just as he told you. Continued his assault on you as you came. Fucking you through the entire thing.
If it hadn't been for him holding you up most definitely you would've fallen on your face.
Most daring Bi-Han took your clit between his fingers.
"Ah! Too much! Not there!"
"Take it." He groaned into your ear. His thrusts were beginning to be more frantic than ever. "Take all of it."
"Yes! Give me-"
Your breath got caught in your throat when you felt him cum inside you so deep and hard. His skin made your bottom feel raw from the hard thrusts and rubbing. Pussy overheated and gushing.
Bi-Han slowed down just a few moments after cumming inside you.
You were panting so hard and yet your hips were still wiggling.
"You want more?"
"Hm, more. Make me a mommy, more for the Lin Kuei, more kids for you."
Bi-han turned you over as he pulled out. You whined loudly feeling the white sticky substance spill out of you. Without a word he pushed back in and you moaned loudly.
"More more!"
Bi-Han had that annoying smirk fitting of an asshole who knew he was being one. Overwhelming pride in his being and he acted like it. He had the dick to prove such an achievement.
"You want to appease your grandmaster?"
You smiled, pulling him down onto you, missionary style. Legs curved over his meaty thighs deliciously.
2. Reader accidentally sees bi han naked so she shows herself naked to make it even(sitcom comedy vibes)
3. Bi han crashes readers date with someone cause he's still inlove with her.
4. Reader jealous of bi han and sektor so she confesses to him
5. Bi han accidentally touching readers boob.
6. Reader and bi han fake dating to make readers ex jealous (preferably johnny)but bi han actually catches feelings for her
7. Bi han reads readers diary and sees all the lewd things she wrote about him
That's it lol
I have ideas for a few of them. Sorry for the late response.
1 . I feel like he would hate it at first, because he may not me used to it, I don’t think that the clan would be allowed or at least have the time to listen to music, and he would find it too “noisy” (but that’s his opinion for a lot of other genres really). But if you’re a regular listener, he would be forced to listen to it and it would grow on him, like hard rock is his mood 24/7 so he would relate to it.
2 . Embarrassed Bi-Han >>>>>>>
4 . Ok but when Reader confesses, I can’t stop imagining Sektor being hella jealous and trying to put Reader into hell (like that scene where Bi-han “accidentally” throws a rock at Tomas type of vibe) and Bi-han notices and put Sektor in her place. I actually would love to read a fic like that 😭.
6 . I honestly don’t know how you would get Bi-Han into fake dating, but I would love to see him get jealous of Johnny when he realizes his feelings. I feel like he would be so blunt about it, like you got a clan leader right next to you, why would you need anyone else? Especially a random rich guy who didn’t see your worth?
7 . Either you’re lucky and Bi-Han doesn’t talk to you anymore because he is too embarrassed, or you’re unlucky and Bi-Han scolds you in front of everyone while reading out loud what you wrote. I’ll prepare your coffin.
Even if you like being the Grandmaster’s spouse, domestic life becomes boring after a while, but it changes when you get an object that’ll become Bi-Han’s 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 you’re not home, second hand is always better, use ecosia instead of google.
“You knew what you were getting into when we got married, why acting so childishly now?” 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. “I have duty and you know it, I already spend all my free time with you.”
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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t, he was inexperienced in the field of love. He got better with time but that didn’t 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 Earthrealm’s safety wasn’t threatened. Besides from important meetings, you were left with nothing to do.
That’s why you were happy when you met Liu Kang’s new champions, they were a breath of fresh air from the mostly cold Lin Kuei clan, it didn’t mean that you weren’t 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 didn’t have a mobile phone.
“So the Lin Kuei has super high tech and cyber ninjas, but don’t have phones?”
It did sound weird when he put it like that, probably because it wasn’t of any use for the clan and would lead to distraction, you didn’t even know if there was wifi in Articka. Johnny however, didn’t take any of this and gifted you a phone.
“If Blueberry ice has a change of mind and allows me to film in his clan, give me a call.” 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 didn’t 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 didn’t care about it, if you wanted to spend your free time with it, it wasn’t 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 that’s 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t only when he trained alone but also with when training the recruits. Bi-Han thought you were just taking pictures of him. He’d act like he didn’t care about his spouse ‘discretely’ admiring him from afar, as long you didn’t come bothering him while he trained, he couldn’t 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 you’re giving him. Meanwhile for you, it was getting harder to not laugh when you’re 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“What are you doing?” His irritation made itself heard when he asked, but you didn’t move an inch to look at him.
“Good morning. I’m just checking messages.” Turned out you weren’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t eat during breakfast? He didn’t 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 didn’t talk to him much, even worse, you weren’t 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 wouldn’t appreciate that and probably be upset at him. However, it was unavoidable that things were going to blew out at some point.
“That’s it, I’m tired of this!”
“Hm.. what are you tired of Bee-Ha– Hey, wait!” You exclaimed as he took the phone from your hands while you were playing.
“Of this I’m tired!” He pointed angrily at the phone with his finger before throwing it away on the nearby desk. “You can only focus on this thing, when was the last time you looked at me in the eyes.” He crossed his arms, a deep frown on his face, and it wasn’t his usual one, no, this one felt more personal.
“Oh, so you know how I feel like now when you focus on your work instead of me.” You crossed your arms while frowning back at him, a bold move only you could dare doing it.
“Don’t 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.”
“Yeah, you’re here with me—sometimes, but are you?” You tilted your head, questioning him. “You can only talk about the clan when we’re together while I give you all my affection, but you barely give it back.” 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 didn’t 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.
“What are you doin–” 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.
“Love, Tomas and Kuai Liang are waiting for you.”
“They can wait. I have a more important mission to do.” You hand went through his hair when his mouth lingered on your neck. “I can’t survive a week without you, let alone a lifetime.”
This night, Bi-Han made sure that the only thing you could focus on was him.
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summary: You, a princess from a rival clan was harder to resist than Bi-Han could have anticipated. But what was even harder to predict was your willingness to strike a deal, which soon led to a night of passion in your bed, right where you wanted him to be. (ao3)
warnings: drinking, SLIGHT voyeurism + exhibitionism, smut, pnv, unprotected sex. The usual, the works, you know how it be. essentially smut with plot. i had to cut it off or i could've kept going;; to the 20 Bi-Han fans out there, i hope you enjoy!!
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All it took was one glance at you to make his heart beat faster.
Across the lounge, you stepped inside alone. A smile appeared on your face as the staff warmly greeted you. There was a familiarity between you and them, and Bi-Han considered it respectful friendliness.
Yet he noticed how it disappeared once they were out of sight. And then it appeared again as you approached the bar, calculated and aware.
Aware of everyone and everything besides him. At least, that was what he assumed. But maybe just the sight of you scrambled his instincts.
The rumors of your beauty were proven true. The way your hair fell perfectly around your shoulders, the subtle tattoos that decorated your arms, and the elegance of your dress only furthered your mystifying nature.
As the head of the Lin Kuei clan, Bi-Han was raised to think that feelings were forbidden. Having a sudden interest in the princess of an enemy clan felt foreign and wrong—it was a death wish. But there was just something about you he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just your beauty that intrigued him; it was how you held yourself, as if you knew how strong you were. A sign of an influential leader, what a princess should exude.
For the first time in many years of war, Bi-Han wanted to end the enmity to have the slightest chance of getting to know you.
A frown etched across his face as he watched you sit at the bar. It had only been a few months since you’d taken a position in your father’s clan, not only as a princess but as one of their best fighters, a woman blessed with terramancy.
And he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body, unable to ignore how he could see the outlines of taut muscles through the fabric of your dress.
A shiver ran down his spine.
This high-end bar was on neutral grounds, providing the perfect place to mingle with friends and foes. Despite that, you had to be confident to come there alone and without your entourage.
Bi-Han nursed his drink, leaning back against the couch, content with watching you from afar. He knew he had to stay away from you, but with each passing moment, you were more challenging to resist. Every move you made entranced him, and the Grandmaster felt a sharper desire to cross the lounge and offer you company.
You were the most beautiful woman there. And others were taking notice. The lingering eyes of other men did not go unnoticed by Bi-Han. Those who knew your title were respectful, some politely nodding at you as they passed. But others, like the clearly inebriated man heading right toward you, wanted something more, something he could never be entitled to.
As the man attempted to grab your shoulder, one of your arms simultaneously shot out and pushed him back before his hand made contact.
Drunk, he stumbled backward and grumbled. “What the hell was that for?-”
“-I’m in no mood to get out of my chair,” you interrupted, not even glancing in his direction, continuing to watch the bartender make your drink, who seemed just as unconcerned as you, as if this was a regular occurrence.
The man took one unbalanced step closer.
“Touch me, and you die,” you warned, tone light with annoyance at the inconvenience. But still, your pretty lips softened the blow of your threat as a smirk graced your face. The female bartender rolled her eyes but chuckled knowingly.
You may have sounded sweet, but that only made it clear that your words weren’t empty. Of course, you didn’t look threatening tonight, but it would be foolish to assume you weren’t. If your beauty was deadly, surely other parts of you were, too.
You frustrated Bi-Han. But what frustrated him more was that he didn’t want to resist you like he knew he should. Seeing another man in your proximity alone threatened to boil his blood. And when the drunkard stumbled forward again, Bi-Han’s resolve vanished as he moved at lightning speed, closing the distance between him and the stranger within seconds.
It was too easy, and Bi-Han exhaled in annoyance. He squeezed the man’s wrist hard, refraining from using ice to burn against his skin. The Grandmaster wanted to snap his wrist clean off with a simple twist, but knew it was best not to. Incompetent, pathetic. This poor excuse of a man thought he could get away with this? Never.
“She said no,” Bi-Han sneered, shoving him backward so roughly that he slammed against the tile with a loud thud.
Immediately frightened by the sinister look in the Grandmaster's eyes, the drunkard desperately scrambled back when Bi-Han took another step forward.
“Leave.” Bi-Han's voice was rough and undoubtedly final. The man didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly rose to his feet and rushed for the exit.
Bi-Han exhaled deeply; part of him wanted more of a fight, but the other part was satisfied with how easily the situation was diffused. It was to protect you, after all.
Slowly, his gaze shifted back to you.
You raised your eyebrows when you realized who your protector was. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei? He was the last person you expected to be there, as his reputation was known to be cold, aggressive, and relentless. Your eyes drifted to where the creep had once lain splayed across the floor. The aggressive part definitely checked out.
“Thank you,” you said to cover up your surprise and hesitation, offering him a polite smile. “I didn’t want to get my hands dirty tonight.”
Bi-Han was immediately enraptured by your smile, accompanied by a voice so light that it was almost like a whisper. The sincerity of your words caressed him, causing a shiver to ripple down his spine. How was this possible? He’d never felt like this before… so weak and willing.
He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed by his hesitation. “It was the right decision to interfere,” he replied, his voice deep and matter-of-fact. “I couldn’t allow him to touch you.”
When he said allow, it hinted that the Grandmaster did know who you were. And despite that, he still came to your rescue.
Your eyes trailed across his body, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek somewhat nervously as you realized how handsome he was. It was an instant attraction. Maybe it was confidence or your naivety, but your gut insisted he was feeling the same pull.
“Buy me a drink?” you asked. Though inviting, your tone left little room for him to refuse.
Bi-Han paused, surprised at your boldness but realizing how open the two of you were to the rest of the crowd. You weren’t just flirting with him; you were warning him.
More intrigued than before, his gaze momentarily lingered on you before answering. Up close, you looked even more ravishing, the dress fitting perfectly and accentuating your curves. A work of art, he presumed.
Forcing himself to look away, he met your eyes again. “Of course, Princess,” he said before gesturing to the bartender, who seemed to be knowingly smirking at the two of you. “Another of what she has at table 77.”
Smart. You thought. A genius tactic. What woman would want to say no to such respectful assertiveness?
Pleased, you rose from your seat as Bi-Han held out his arm for you. You took it, staring at him intensely, almost as if your eyes were dissecting him through your gaze alone, noting the curvature of his muscles before brushing your fingers against them.
He towered over your smaller frame, a man built for kombat, built for leadership and domination. But instead of fear, excitement was coursing through your veins. What you wanted was to dominate him. To have him underneath you. Lustful thoughts swirled in your mind. It was ridiculous and so unlike you. But it made you giddy.
Tonight wasn’t about making connections for your clan. Every once in a while, a princess could indulge… right?
So, you followed him into a more secluded part of the lounge, which was seemingly empty. The lights were dimmer, and the atmosphere was calmer and intimate.
“You came here alone?” you asked the Grandmaster, smoothing out the wrinkle in your dress before sitting across the table from him. As you crossed your legs, your heels brushed against his legs.
“Yes, I came alone.” Bi-Han exhaled deeply. “And you?”
“Against my father’s wishes,” you sighed, then chuckled as the bartender rounded the table and handed you a martini. Once she left, you leaned forward and inspected your drink, dipping your finger in the liquor and tasting it quickly for any hints of poison. “Don’t get me wrong,” you hummed, pausing to take an elongated sip. “I understand why, but I’m not a little girl anymore. If he wants me to lead in the future, he must let me make my own decisions.”
Bi-Han raised his drink to his lips, taking a few sips as he listened to you.
“He’s worried about you,” he replied calmly as his gaze returned to your figure. “That’s natural,” he said, seeming to get distracted before reeling himself back in. “But you strike me as the type of woman to challenge such wishes.”
Giggling into your glass, you playfully rolled your eyes. “I listen to my father plenty. He’s a wise man, but nobody can get everything right.”
You leaned back in your seat, gazing at the Grandmaster. “I think you, out of everyone, would know what that pressure feels like, no?”
A slight shadow fell over the Grandmaster’s face. “I know. I’ve carried the weight of this clan on my shoulders for many years, and it hasn’t been an easy path.”
Admittedly, Bi-Han hadn’t expected such wisdom and insight from you. Though you weren’t much younger, you were a new leader. Perhaps it was his own bias, but you far exceeded his expectations.
"Why?" He put the bottle aside and leaned forward. His gaze met yours. "What do you wish to know?"
"Anything you'd like to reveal…” You offered, tone suddenly sultry and inviting. To close some of the distance, you leaned over the table, your dress revealing more of your cleavage from the angle, right under his lingering gaze. And for a moment, he indulged greedily.
It was intentional, and he knew it. But you weren’t stopping him. What man wouldn’t want to enjoy such a pretty view?
“You’re smart,” he sighed. It was tempting, indeed. You were tempting, witty, and calculated. Most men wouldn’t even notice or care what you were trying to do, only that you were giving them attention.
“I appreciate the compliment,” you said quickly, knowing you’d been caught. “I’m glad you can enjoy something else about me besides my looks.”
His intense gaze refused to lose yours. “I prefer to know what type of woman the rivaling clan leader is,” he said, his response smoother than you anticipated. “The rumors of your beauty ring true… but your competence is still undetermined.”
You took another sip of your drink to suppress the smile that threatened to break your mask. Once you set it down, your finger slowly traced the edge. “I haven’t heard rumors about your appearance… But I happen to like what I see.”
When you finally met his gaze again, your eyes were darker than before, hungrier than he could anticipate.
“But I’ve heard how cruel and cutthroat you can be, with no hesitation to kill. You want more power, and you want to lead. Your abilities, too, are frankly unbeatable. You’re rarely seen in public, let alone in an establishment like this. And I happen to frequent this place,” you paused, pretending to be deep in thought, when all you were thinking about was how he would taste and feel against you. It felt naughty, risky, yet undeniably intoxicating.
The Grandmaster thought he was being subtle, but you sensed his lingering gaze the moment you stepped into the bar.
And tonight, you had time. Not only to entertain a sworn enemy, but also to convince.
“You know your facts quite well,” he grunted in response, but kept his expression neutral.
“You came here to see me, didn’t you?” you asked, tilting your head, the glisten of your eyes hinting that you found it amusing. The lengths he went to see you, even from afar, impressed you. Your father would undoubtedly have his head if he knew about it, so his initiative could only be applauded.
It also meant that whatever Bi-Han wanted from you had to be worth it, and he had to be desperate.
“I shouldn’t have underestimated your knowledge of me, Princess,” Bi-Han replied, the only hint of his surprise being the slight quirk of his eyebrows. But his deep brown, almost black eyes gave him away. The way he looked at you made it hard for you to resist him, and you didn’t know why. You shouldn’t even be speaking to him, but you wanted to. It was forbidden and irresponsible, but damn, was it exciting.
“Keep your enemies closer, they say, right?” you simpered.
Bi-Han knew what you were doing, but he wouldn’t stop you. Not when you looked so ravishing, sitting across from him so pretty, with such a clear and lustful stare for him in your breathtakingly beautiful eyes. When was the last time he’d been able to sit with a woman like you and enjoy his drink? Though calculated on your end, Bi-Han knew and didn’t care.
And he let his eyes roam, following the curve of your breasts, the dips of your collarbone, the way your hair swayed across your shoulders as you moved. How gorgeous your skin would look covered in his hickeys.
After a long moment, he forced himself to look back up at your face. Bi-Han reached for his beer and swallowed hard, finishing the rest before continuing.
“That’s right,” he replied in a low voice, trying to hide the desire infusing his tone. “And are we enemies?”
“I don’t want to be,” you mused before you became distracted and flagged down a waiter for another drink. As they approached, you plastered a bright smile despite the conversation. “Another martini for me and a beer for him. Can you also bring two shots of your most expensive sake?"
Smirking at your request for something stronger, Bi-han questioned you once the waiter was out of earshot. “Are you sure you can handle that, Princess?” he asked.
“I intend to drink longer with you anyway,” you said matter-of-factly, though your smile deepened when you glanced back at him.
Bi-Han chuckled in response, his way of accepting your invitation. “I don’t think I’ve ever kept a princess company before,” he replied smoothly, trying to conceal his relief. He wanted to spend more time with you and was surprised by how easily you tore down his walls and resolve.
"Do you not want to?" you replied coyly. "It seems like you're enjoying yourself."
Before Bi-Han could say anything else, the bartender from before returned with a tray containing your drinks.
“Thank you.” You smiled as she handed you the drinks. “We won’t be needing anything else. The Grandmaster will come up to pay when we’re done,” you said, purposefully mentioning his title to ensure you wouldn’t be bothered.
She nodded in agreement, flashing a wink that only you could see. “Of course, Princess.”
You chuckled in response and focused your attention back on Bi-Han. Delicately, he began to pour the sake into a shot glass for you.
Successfully, you’d gotten him alone, but he didn’t mind. It was quieter on this side of the building, more secluded. And having you all to himself was making him bolder. Your flirtations, too, were intriguing.
“Does it amuse you to drink with my money?” he asked as he raised his glass to you.
Clinking your glass with his, you giggled at his question. “And what if I said yes?” you replied before tipping your head back, exhilarated as the liquor burned down your throat.
Bi-Han smirked, watching you down it with ease. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint a woman like you.”
You could feel his eyes all over you, and it was exciting. A feeling blossomed in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you knew it wasn’t just the alcohol. But still, you remained slightly cautious of him even if you didn’t show it. There was a fine and dangerous line to balance when it came to the Lin Kuei. Though you didn’t know or understand why, the strained relationship between your clan and his had happened long before you came into power.
Watching him pour another shot, you brought the conversation back before you were interrupted. “So why did you come to see me?” you asked.
“Curiosity,” he admitted, sliding the cup before you. “Some of my most trusted allies speak highly of you. And when I got word of your father stepping down, I wanted to see for myself.”
“Well, I’m not preparing any armies, since you’re so curious.”
Bi-Han chuckled. “As if you could defeat the Lin Kuei.”
Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your seat and took the shot he poured for you. A shiver rippled through your body.
“I also never had any intentions of defeating the Lin Kuei,” you sighed, locking eyes with him again. “I feel that would be a waste, no?”
“Agreed.”
“I’m optimistic that we can strike some sort of deal to end this decades-long feud that neither of us particularly cares about. In fact, I think our factions could be stronger together. What really matters is outworld threats…”
You paused, eyes drifting to his bulging, crossed arms. “Would you consider peace? Or a mutually beneficial merger?”
Bi-Han listened as you spoke, staring directly at you. He was slightly surprised to hear your words. Peace? What a strange thing to admit. You were so optimistic and positive... he wanted to say naive, but he couldn't. You were anything but that, and you played your games well. Good enough to intrigue him, to lure him.
Despite all those warning signs that blared in his mind, Bi-Han could only concur that you were being genuine with no hidden agenda. If anything, he respected the boldness you exuded. Most people were too timid in his presence to ask.
“You truly are different from your ancestors,” he mumbled, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.
His eyes were fixed directly on yours.
“You really want peace between our clans?”
“Don’t you?” you asked, your gaze flickering with hope. “We can sit here and share a drink together, a Princess and a Grandmaster.” You took a slow sip of your cocktail before continuing, trying to gauge his reaction. “I think that’s a step in the right direction, probably more than anyone else has bothered to take in decades.”
Bi-Han fell silent. Somehow, he could decipher that your words were honest and sincere. It was something he didn't expect.
“A fair point.” He paused. “But that’s to say if you get what you want from me.”
“Bingoooo,” you drawled.
“So what do you want?” he scoffed, a displeased grunt leaving him as he watched your smirk deepen.
“I want to merge our clans. Organization and the division of power can come later, but I expect to remain queen. I want the authority to continue training the women of both your and my people. Neither of us can decide without consulting the other,” you paused. "Quite simple."
“Sounds awfully like marriage.”
“That could be arranged.” You shrugged. “Would that be your preference?"
A vixen, you were, presenting yourself as awfully innocent, speaking sweet nothings, and offering a better life, a united front that could not be overpowered by another. You made it seem so simple. And perhaps, it could be that way under your rule.
“I’ll admit it has a nice ring to it," Bi-han said.
Satisfaction crept into your expression, and so did your desire. "I'm thrilled you think so." A moment passed as you collected yourself, encouraging your lucidness for a bit longer. It was so easy to slip away and become infatuated with the Grandmaster before you.
Another sip of your drink settled your wandering thoughts.
“No man will ever strip me of my power.” You smiled sweetly, masking the previous pondering. “That is the one rule you will have to respect.”
Intensely, his eyes met yours again. In a deep, enticing tone, he whispered, “I can conquer you in other ways, dear princess.”
You hummed lightly in response. "So is this a deal?"
Bi-Han slightly tilted his head, trying to determine the cause of your excitement. “Does the idea of peace please you so much?”
“Yes,” you conveyed, reaching across the table and taking his hands in yours. The Grandmaster didn't shy away; you felt him relax from your touch. And as you decided to intertwine your fingers with his, they surprisingly fit perfectly. “We can be stronger this way, instead of fighting amongst each other. If we are unified, we can take on stronger outworld opponents.”
When was the last time Bi-Han allowed someone to touch him so casually? He couldn't remember, and his reaction betrayed his inner thoughts. It only fueled you further, but you remained still, waiting, your thumb brushing his knuckles.
“You’re very passionate about this,” he finally said, his dark, apprehensive gaze focused on your delicate hands.
One thing you were good at reading was body language, and Bi-Han had one unlike any other. When you showed happiness or touched him, he was shocked and almost uncomfortable, but then he wasn’t. For some reason, he allowed your advances. His eyes told you what you needed to know—desire.
What type was still unknown. But you would figure it out. You’d already gotten this far, and his compliance was easier to gain than you thought. A man rumored to be aggressive and stubborn was holding your hands and agreeing with you. He’d helped you even if it would be wise of him not to.
It felt like fate. Some would call it a death wish, but you persevered.
“I’m passionate about many things, Grandmaster…” you replied, voice faint and alluring as your thumb ran over his knuckles again. “But yes, I have dreams of something better for myself and your people.”
Something about how you touched him sent unfathomable jolts throughout his body. What was he supposed to do? The last thing he imagined was having a woman like you by his side. Yet, that was what he craved, despite all his training and how he was raised.
Your voice was soft and almost suggestive, but each word had meaning. Bi-Han knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands away from yours.
From his silence and hesitation, you studied him further. A battle was ongoing in his mind, betrayed by his lack of eye contact, which had been so obvious before. What you missed was that confidence. That drew you to him initially, not just the rumors, but seeing him in action. He was a warrior and a leader, and you knew he was missing a woman's touch.
“You do not have many moments of peace, do you?” you whispered, encouraging him to meet your eyes.
Bi-Han knew you were perceptive, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to read him so easily. His face betrayed no expression, but his eyes spoke volumes.
The Grandmaster swallowed harshly.
“No,” he replied in a low voice, his hands finally curling around yours. “Few and far between.”
“You’re too hard on yourself, Bi-Han.” You frowned, this time genuinely. It saddened you to hear that someone as strong and powerful as him could also be suffering.
Had anyone ever been gentle with him? Did he ever smile or feel even fleeting moments of happiness?
“Let me help ease your stress.”
He didn’t know how to react to your words. No one had spoken to him like this in a very long time.
“How could you help relieve my stress?” he asked, his voice taking on a strained edge.
“In whatever way you want,” you trailed off. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be for quite some time…”
Bi-Han was silent, staring at you. He could feel the tension rising between you. Your words were seductive, a way to entice him. And to his own surprise, he couldn’t resist their power.
He could feel his self-control slowly slipping away; he could practically feel the alcohol rushing through his veins. The Grandmaster flexed his jaw, his eyes searching your face.
“And if I said I wanted you?”
“I know you do,” you replied with an all-knowing smirk, desire darkening in your eyes. What better way to soften a deal of peace than to have him all over your body?
Leaning forward across the table, the hemline of your dress sagged down slightly to reveal your cleavage once again. You watched his eyes move with your body, entranced.
“I haven’t had company in a long time… and I’m quite needy.”
Bi-Han's gaze was fixated on your body, hungrily scanning every inch. He swallowed, feeling a strange heat rising in his chest. He hated losing control. He should be the one in control. He should be giving the orders.
But there was just something about you that entranced him, that made him act differently… kinder… softer. All Bi-Han could do for a moment was close his eyes and exhale heavily. It took too much willpower to resist your temptation. And now that there was an invitation, all his fortifications crumbled.
“Do you want me to satisfy your neediness, Princess?”
“Please,” you whispered honestly.
Bi-Han opened his eyes, studying you carefully for any signs of deception. But no, he wasn’t wrong; it was clear that you wanted him badly. Your alluring voice and the look of desire in your eyes caused his blood to rush to the lower half of his body.
“Then come here. Sit on my lap," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, but there was a demand.
A sudden wave of heat tightened in your abdomen from his tone. For no other man were you so keen to submit to.
With a lustful gleam in your sparkling, fox-like eyes, you stood up and walked around the table, heart pounding as you sat sideways in his lap. One of his hands immediately latched onto your waist to support you, pulling you closer with ease. He could hear you inhale sharply as he positioned you on his covered, hardening length.
“Is this what you imagined, princess?” he asked, somewhat cockily, as if he recognized his advantage, not only over you physically in this moment, but also over the average man. Perhaps over any man you’d been with before.
He wanted to be the best. And how quickly you nodded in response only fueled his ego more.
Gently forcing you to still against him, one of his hands slid forward to feel the soft warmth of your inner thighs while the other crept teasingly slow up your waist, pausing just below your bra.
Biting down on your lip to suppress a moan, you leaned back into him, the sweetness of your perfume and the plushness of your curves engulfing him.
He grunted, feeling his cock throb. “Are you this obedient for any man that comes along, princess?”
“N-No…” you stuttered as his finger teasingly played with the wire of your bra, his hand cupping your covered breast, beginning to fondle you excruciatingly slow.
“Must have caught me at a bad time,” you whimpered as you felt his hot breath fan down your back. Bi-Hans’s free hand reached up and beckoned your hair over your shoulder, giving him access to your uncovered neck.
“I wonder what a pretty girl like you is doing without a man to satisfy her desires,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and entirely consumed with lust. A need he'd been suppressing since the first time he heard your name. “Is that why you come here?” he asked. “You want men to look at you?”
“I…” you almost moaned from his teasing touch and tone alone. He knew what he was doing, nearly as payback… making you squirm like you had with him before. “I want to be satisfied,” you whined. “Only by a man like you.”
Bi-Han enjoyed the sound of your desperately pathetic whimpering. Having this power over you, having control over the clan leader’s daughter, drove him crazy. But it was more than that. He wanted to, almost feeling like he had to.
His hand continued to move, finding the edge of your panties. Pulling them back, the strand snapped against your skin when he released. “Then let me satisfy you, Princess.”
In public? Your cheeks flushed red, but your pussy pulsated with need in response to the fabric lifting off your neglected clit.
“Grandmaster…” you whispered in warning. “We can’t do that here…”
Bi-Han chuckled at your weak attempt, warning against what he was about to do. He knew it was too risky, too dangerous. If someone saw you like this, it could ruin all diplomacy between your clans.
But he didn’t care.
His fingertips only danced lower, moving against your delicate lace panties.
“Are you telling me what I can and can’t do, Princess?”
Before you could answer, his thumb pressed into your clothed clit, causing you to curse weakly under your breath.
“S-Shit…” you stuttered as he began to run agonizingly slow circles against your sweetest spot. It has been so long since you’d been touched like this. It was too much, and you were still paranoid. What if someone saw the two of you? Then what?
A part of you didn’t care, and a piece of you was turned on by the fact that the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would make love to you in front of a crowd, but you knew better than that.
“A princess needs privacy…” You bit down on your lip to stifle a needy moan. “We can’t be seen doing this…”
He knew you were trying to maintain some control, but he wouldn’t let you do that. “A smart princess would follow the Grandmaster’s command,” Bi-Han replied in a low, husky voice, lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your throat, placing a slow kiss there. So much pleasure was being derived from him at the sound of your whines alone.
“Please, Grandmaster,” you whimpered. “I want you so bad…”
“Quiet, Y/N, and let me satisfy you here first.” It was the first time he’d used your name, but it barely crossed your mind before he pushed a finger inside your leaking cunt.
A moan attempted to leave your lips before his free hand clamped over your mouth. "Shh..." he cooed, kissing your neck and beckoning you in. Silenced, you melted against him. “I won't let anyone see you.”
Instinctively, your legs spread open wider. As you did so, he added another digit, which your cunt granted eagerly.
“Shit,” he muttered, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, able to feel how you clenched around him. “So needy from being so neglected.”
For a moment, all you could feel was him. The way he played with you was all you could focus on, and you were completely engulfed. You writhed against him, whimpering into his hand, wishing you could lament about how amazing he was making you feel, wishing you could beg for his cock. It was torture, but you knew you couldn't release.
Not yet... not here…
A sudden wave of euphoria panged hard in your abdomen, and you twitched against him, whining loudly.
You were so close, and he was greedy, but you managed to break free from the hedonistic trance. A weak attempt was made to pull his hand away, and Bi-Han obliged.
He almost protested, but you obviously couldn't handle much more. You stood up immediately and pulled down your dress.
"Follow me," you said, masking the need you craved to convey.
Reputation was important, but you also deserved satisfaction. Every once in a while, you could live a little. For once, you didn't care what your clan would think. And you were inclined to believe that Bi-Han agreed. Despite your desire to have sex with him, you knew you would get what you wanted from him regardless.
And right now, all you could think about was how he would feel inside you.
The Grandmaster rose from his chair hastily, lightly smacking your ass before pulling you closer to him. An erotic, surprised squeal etched from your lips, unheard by others under the blaring music.
You were confident that nobody important would see you leave with Grandmaster Bi-Han, but you didn’t want to take any chances or give anyone leads.
Nobody else needed to know about a passionate and consensual night between two adults who happened to be leaders. Perhaps it was true of what your clan often said about you—that you were impossible to resist.
That was precisely what Bi-Han was thinking as you grasped his hand and pulled him through a secret back exit. Every rational part of him was screaming to resist and not trust or follow you, but he couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, he was just another man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to take you to bed.
Despite his stoic demeanor, his mind was consumed by thoughts of what would come and what he planned to do to you. Bi-Han felt a strange desire for you growing within him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
Once the two of you were outside, you turned around to look at him and released his hand.
"I'm renting a room at the hotel," you rushed out. "You're welcome to come with me, or I will see you later."
Bi-Han’s dark gaze settled on you as the night air enveloped you. He was utterly entranced by the sight of you that he hardly heard what you said. You radiated beauty so heavenly in the moonlight that the last of his composure faltered.
In fact, he seemed frozen. And you gently set your hand on his chest, gazing up at him with a sudden concern about his lack of response. There was a primal undertone in his stare, one that you found hard to resist and ignore.
“Bi-Han?” you asked hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction.
But instead, he leaned down and took your lips in his.
You tasted precisely as he imagined; it was so sweet, so temptingly submissive, and so his. A spark ignited within Bi-Han that he’d never felt before. An intensity, a reverence he knew could not be found elsewhere.
"Talk after," he mumbled against your lips, his hands finding your waist and holding you against him like you would escape too soon. His tongue slipped into your mouth, desperate for more, for whatever you would give him.
Giggling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly so you didn’t have to reach as far.
Bi-Han groaned in the back of his throat at how eagerly you responded to him. He could feel the heat coming from your body, and he felt like he was going crazy with desire.
Eventually, you pulled away after making out with him in the alleyway for what felt like hours.
His thumb glided over your swollen lip. His mouth parted as if to say something, but he was too lost in admiring you.
“Come with me,” you said gently, taking his hand and leading him down the alleyway. Once you reached the next block, you stopped and pointed. “I’m on the second floor. I’ll meet you at that window.”
Bi-Han shook his head, releasing a light laugh. Your urgency was evident in your voice and demeanor. “I can do that, Princess.”
“Give me one minute,” you said, pulling out your room key and flashing it at him. “I would bring you through the front, but my father knows the staff.”
And then you turned around and headed toward the front entrance. Bi-Han observed you until you disappeared into the building, watching how your hips swayed, knowing blades were strapped underneath your dress. You flipped your hair over your shoulders, looking back at him briefly before the doors slid open. God, was he lucky to spend the night with you.
Bi-Han would make it worth your while. Quickly, he scanned the fire escape and calculated the swiftest way up. With a deep breath, he climbed the wall and found you already waiting by the window once he reached it.
Sliding it open, you stepped aside as he crawled through. Hardly a moment passed before he went for you, crashing his lips back onto yours.
Bi-Han lifted you into his arms, and you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. He easily supported your weight and reached back quickly to slam the window shut with a satisfactory thud.
Then, he smacked your ass as he groped you, lips curling against yours in a raffish smile.
"May I have you, now?" he mumbled against your lips, pulling away to gaze at your face to ensure you wanted this. A part of him still couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of trick or ploy. It was rare for a woman like yourself to hold so much power yet indulge in such a hedonistic way.
It excited him; it intrigued him. You were a woman who knew exactly what you wanted and needed. And you were unafraid to demand it of him. You deserved to be ravished, and you knew it.
All Bi-Han could think about was granting and exceeding your desires. He had fallen entirely under your spell.
A moment passed as you gazed into his dark, glossed-over eyes. "Show me why you're so deserving of your title," you dared, somehow knowing how to rile him even further, how to make him absolutely crumble underneath your touch, yet still wholly intent on your pleasure.
It made him break.
"You'll never think of another man again when I'm done with you, Y/N," he whispered as he lured you back to his lips.
The confidence in his words and the all-consuming taste of him caused you to shiver. And all you could manage was a satisfied whimper before he set you down on the bed.
Gazing up at him, you bit down on your lip. "Gentle," you cooed. It had been quite some time since you'd been with a man of his physique, let alone strength.
Of course, he would start out gently. But soon, he would have you begging for more.
Bi-Han lowered himself to his knees, watching you with lust-filled eyes as he first reached for your heels and slid them off with ease.
A hum of approval left you as he first kissed your ankles and moved up to your thighs, leaving light-peppered kisses that seared across your skin. As he rose further up you, his hands came to the back of your dress, and he pulled the zipper down.
"Bare yourself to me," he beseeched, hoping you would submit to him in turn.
His tone and the desperation in it made you still. Your eyelashes fluttered as he slowly slid your bra straps down your shoulders.
Your chest heaved as your breasts were revealed. Bi-Han swallowed hard as his eyes lingered, more than pleased at your endowment. Perfect—his for the night and eventually forever. That was what he was going to do. No other man deserved to see you like this. No other man would be able to enjoy your body like he was about to.
The Grandmaster couldn't wait, could hardly control himself as he leaned forward and attacked your breasts, leaning against you until you laid flat on the mattress.
"Don't rip it," you moaned, head tossing back as his tongue swirled around your nipple. In the next movement, your dress had been shimmed down your body and discarded to the floor. The dress would be fine, but as for your panties, he smirked against your skin before ripping them off you.
"Grandmaster!" you gasped, jolting briefly, legs spreading as he snaked between them, hovering over you.
"I can spoil you with something better."
Reaching forward, you fidgeted with his belt as he pulled his shirt off. He tossed it aside, and you were entranced by his contorting muscles, causing a rush of desire to pang in your abdomen again. By the elder gods, how badly you wanted to be dominated by him.
How sinful was this? Was it too indulgent?
As his cock sprang free, you hummed in approval, reaching out for it before you could stop yourself. Bi-Han had made you feel appreciated all night, and it was your turn to give him something unforgettable.
You knew that was what he wanted as your hand ran across the veins of his swollen shaft. His breath was sparse, and for a moment, he froze, only watching you, waiting, okay with letting you take the lead for a moment.
Leaning forward, you placed a kiss, beginning to tease him with tantalizingly slow pumps.
"So big..." you murmured, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, rolling your tongue over his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.
"Too big for that pretty little mouth of yours?"
"Never," you whined through your exhale, hot breath searing down his shaft before your mouth covered him.
Instantly, his head tossed back as he groaned deeply, clearly relishing in the warmth of your mouth that enveloped his throbbing desire.
But it wasn't enough; nothing but your everything would be enough. Bi-Han watched you suck him, bobbing your head and trying to take all of him, eyes trained on yours as you brought him closer and closer like you weren't even trying.
Pumping the length you couldn't fit in your mouth, you moaned, batting your eyelashes, growing more desperate by the second.
"Y/N..." he groaned your name deeply as if in a trance.
If anything, he was wrapped around your finger. The Grandmaster knew you were his for the taking from the moment he glimpsed you. A perfect fit. And what he needed, what he craved, was your sloppy, desperate pussy. Watching you struggle against him was vivifying.
What wonders he would find when he was connected to you.
He shoved himself far and hard into your mouth, and you choked, pulling away in a gasp. Bi-Han was close and knew it, but he didn't want to risk it. The absence of your warmth pained him, and he was desperate to get it back.
"Lay down," he commanded.
And you listened, perhaps too eagerly, but it was what you needed.
"Can't let another man have you," he grunted, hands continuing to worship your body, squeezing and groping in a perfect balance of domination and attentiveness. It was like Bi-Han was trying to make you fall in love with him. This somehow felt like a promise, a glimpse of a potential future.
"Too perfect to let an unworthy man taint you," he added, leaning forward to gently take your lips with his. Your eyes widened, but you kissed him back, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself, the need for all of him panging deeper.
It was like he knew exactly what you wanted. What you craved.
“And do you think you’re worthy?” you asked, hardly above a whisper, eyes too filled with desire and anticipation to stop yourself, getting off on his words alone.
So selfish… so desperate and needy.
The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei had already conquered you like he boasted he would, yet he was unable to take his eyes off you as he ran his hands across your waist again, positioning his cock at your entrance. Nothing mattered in this moment but you.
“I know I am, Y/N…” he tried to say confidently but faltered as he ran his cock teasingly through your slick folds. “Let me satisfy you.”
Meeting his eyes again, you nodded slowly, heart pounding inside your chest. “Please…” you whispered. So flustered, so incredibly desperate for a cock you shouldn’t have. You were pathetic, but you didn't care.
Watching you beg, Bi-Han could only grant your wish.
A whimper of elation escaped your lips as he pushed himself inside you slowly, letting yourself sink against his throbbing cock, feeling the length stretch your walls until it was impossible to go further. Watching you struggle against him made him grunt with satisfaction. Your pussy felt too good, a prize he'd been pining over for months. The best he ever had and will only have from that night onward.
“Feel good?”
"Y-yes, Grandmaster…ah!" you cry out again, back arching against the mattress as he continues to pump in and out of you greedily.
It was so good, like a drug, and now that Bi-Han had a taste, he could no longer go without you.
Your pussy was pulsing erratically, so wet and welcoming for him. What Bi-Han really wanted to do was fuck you senseless, claim each and every inch of your body. Teasing him all night, making him consent to deals that would benefit you more than him... what a vixen you were.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest as his pace increased, losing himself in your arms, lips ravishing your neck, wanting to cover you in him. To mark you, to claim you.
Bottoming out, Bi-Han hoisted you farther up, and you compliantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He hummed in response as your walls squeezed his cock. A whimper escaped your mouth as your hands fell to your sides, hair fanning across the silk pillowcases. A fiery blush dusted your cheeks.
Angelic.
"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, staring down at you with a feral gleam in his dark eyes.
It was hard to think about anything else as you tried to adjust to his length. He was huge, and you were already a stuttering mess.
"Y-You, Grandmaster,” you forced out, followed by a pathetic, needy whine. Hardly able to reply before he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it back in, burying himself deep inside your pussy, a groan of ecstasy leaving his lips at the way your walls coddled him so tightly, so perfectly, like you were made just for him.
Moaning, you stared deeply into his eyes as he pounded into you over and over again, to the point where you swore you could see stars. Bi-han was huge, fucking you until your moans were mixing with his, the sound of your pussy squelching, taking him fully until he was balls deep, causing a devilish grin to spread across his face.
He was consuming you, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he glimpsed your breasts bouncing wildly underneath him. You felt too good, heavenly, the best he'd ever had.
"B-Bi-han!" you cried, hardly able to choke out his name in your euphoria, climbing higher and higher, your walls constricting, building. "I can't take it—ah—yes!" you choked out, unable to control yourself from the relentless pace, causing you to orgasm all over his unyielding cock.
He smirked, satisfied at how quickly he could make you unravel. "Look at you, Princess, loving the way my cock splits you open," he groaned, not slowing his pace or relenting, helping you ride out your high before he was going to throw you into another body-shaking orgasm.
"More...." you sobbed, tears clouding your vision, the sound of his skin slapping against your now-drenched pussy causing blood to pound louder in your ears. You could barely breathe, completely cock drunk and fucked-out.
"This is what you wanted the whole time, huh?" Bi-Han teased, barely, feeling himself lose control as he glimpsed the look of intoxication on your face. "What a harlot you are, princess."
His sensuality was music to your ears, and all you could do was moan, nodding with parted lips, body rocking back and forth against his relentless pace.
Your beauty enraptured the Grandmaster. How well and eager you took his length, how your nails scratched down his back, only edging him on further. "M'gonna breed your pretty little pussy, gonna make you mine..."
"Please, Bi-Han," you whimpered, grasping onto his arms that caged you underneath him for support. You were unraveling in his grip, and he couldn't be more satisfied. "S-so much..."
"Take it," he groaned an order, ramming into you over and over again. Your back arched against the bed as the Grandmaster hoisted your legs up higher around his waist, your ass cupped in both of his hands, thrusting right into your already inflamed g-spot.
All you could feel was him; all you could think about was him. Opening your eyes, you saw his eyes narrowed, determination in his expression. He looked so handsome above you, focused on ruining your body for his pleasure. He was finally all yours. And the memory of it caused the pressure in your abdomen to tighten once again.
“Fuck-oh-Bi-han!” Another cry was loudly called into the night, as you came again. It was hard. Violent. Bi-Han watched as your entire body shuddered, your legs trembling as you squirted against him.
At your quick and vocal release, Bi-han found himself unable to breathe, unable to even mutter a word as he plunged into euphoria, releasing his load into your sanctified cunt just seconds after you finished for the second time.
It felt too good, it felt like heaven. You must have put a spell on him, for he realized there was no other way to feel so... enraptured. These emotions, this feeling, having you in his arms...
You were so pretty for him, so angelic. You were the type of woman men went to war for.
"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, so needily that his desperate tone only elongated your orgasm.
Your legs dropped from his waist, but he remained inside of you, his hands still gripping your waist.
"That was..." you trailed off, chest rising and falling in deep, recolecting breaths. Your body and mind were on fire, still trying to reconcile what had happened.
Amazing. Bi-Han wanted to say, but all he could do was sink farther into you, hands massaging up your sides before pressing a kiss against your forehead.
As he pulled back, you gazed up at the Grandmaster with rapture in your eyes, satisfaction pulling at your lips. When he pulled out, his load started to leak from your core.
He simpered, admiring how beautiful you were like this, a smile on your face, skin glistening with sweat, his cum painting your pussy alabaster.
And finally, he spoke. "How beautiful you are."
For the first time in a long time, he was satisfied. Having you like this, a princess who submitted to no one, relieved his stress, it made him optimistic for the future. His prize, his greatest conquest.
It wasn't just your reputation or what you'd just given him. Deep in his heart, he knew it was more than that, even if he struggled to clarify precisely what.
The understanding that rang true in his mind, was that if you were by his side, the two of you would be unstoppable. And perhaps he was lovestruck enough to ensure that happened.
The same epiphany coursed through your body.
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When the sunlight peeked through the single window in your hotel room, you groaned in displeasure.
Your muscles were sore, your hair was a mess, and your head was aching from the remnants of last night. But at least the bed was cozy, so soft that you didn't want to reach for the glass of water beside you. You wanted to fall back asleep, forget your duties for one more day, and pretend your entire clan didn't depend on you.
A heavy, warm, and muscular body stirred beside you.
“Grandmaster?” you gasped, immediately shooting up from the bed and disregarding your previous thought. You hadn’t expected him to stay the night.
A sleepy, content smile etched across his face before he opened his eyes. Clearly, he found your reaction amusing. "Princess."
“Why didn't you leave?” you questioned, gesturing your hands out exasperatedly, though your urgency landed on deaf ears. You were still naked, after all, and it was a sight for him to see the first thing in the morning. "What if others see?"
Bi-Han wanted to get used to it.
“Let them.”
Your eyebrows narrowed, tone slightly sharper than before. "You don't get it; unless there's rumors of an engagement we cannot be seen together-"
"Do you want to marry me?" he interrupted, rising from the bed, the sheets sliding down his broad chest, making you fall silent. God, you were no better than a simple man when gazing at Bi-Han. Your thoughts seemed to wander, your control slipped, and your intent would falter. It was irritating how much power the Grandmaster had over you.
In turn, he was also irritated that you assumed he wouldn't understand your position and intentionally disrespect it. "Or did last night not mean anything to you?"
"Of course it did," you replied, crossing your arms over your breasts. "But we cannot be hasty in our decisions. Last night was fun, but my proposal was serious. If your intentions are elsewhere, I cannot be seen leaving with you."
How stubborn you were. But also smart. Bi-Han must not have shown you how serious he was about making you his. You didn't just want to submit to him without him doing the same in turn.
"My intentions are with you," he replied. For no one else would he be this honest, so open and irrecoverably entranced. Could you not see that he was trying? It was harder to admit than he would have thought. His life had been harsh and cruel; there was no gentleness or compromise. But you gave him a taste of something better, something he always wanted but thought he would never get. What he'd assumed would be a death wish, had now turned into a hopeful promise.
Bi-Han didn't care if it was too soon, hasty, or foolish. He wanted you by his side as his equal.
You analyzed him carefully, realizing he wasn't one for much expression. But it was in a slight way that his eyes softened as he glanced back at you. It was as if he meant everything he said, as if he was offended you were cautious.
“I will send a marriage proposal to your father by tomorrow.”
Surprised, your eyes widened. "Marriage?" But a faint pink dust darkened your cheeks, like you were hoping for him to agree to that alternative.
"I don't like to share," he huffed. To hell with all the formalities. What you'd proposed initially was precisely what he wanted and needed.
You chuckled softly, sitting back down on the bed beside him. A moment passed when you just stared at him in comfortable silence, taking his features in entirely for a second time. It was unforeseen that someone as cautious and headstrong as you, a respected and fawned-over warrior princess, would align yourself with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.
But you liked to keep your enemies on their toes.
"Do you trust me?" you asked, knowing you were asking a lot. But if you were to also pledge your loyalty to him in the future, you needed to know if that potential was there. That mattered most. "You really want me to be your wife?"
Bi-Han's expression hardened, trying to suppress the embarrassment that threatened to be revealed without breaking your gaze. His eyes exposed what he struggled to say aloud. "For some reason," he managed to whisper.
A giggle escaped you as you tilted your head. "We'll work on that."
Reaching out, Bi-Han tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't fully see your face or sparkling, beautiful eyes. The back of his hand trailed down your cheek as he appreciated your features, a stunningly ravishing woman who deserved whatever she pleased.
And if you wanted him, the Grandmaster would accept that blessing.
"For you, I'll try," he said before leaning in to capture your lips.
Sighing blissfully, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you back to the mattress, lips tethered to yours, bodies melting back together in their rightful place.
That morning was filled with a slow, appreciative passion, unlike anything you had experienced before. A promise, a unity, a vow.
One that soon came true and remained until your dying breath.
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You squirmed under him and slipped yourself open around his cock, demanding yet pleading out loud by whining the words “give it.”
He let himself into you, cock sinking in deep in your warm pussy.
Kuai Liang would have done this silently.
Bi-Han on the other hand had no fear of discovery, no reason to keep quiet, and no need to hide from the grandmaster. He huffed and panted as if the very breath that rattled in his throat might be his last. He clenched his jaw and hummed into a stifled groan as your cunt locked around his cock. Your own body weight added pressure under your naval where the arm of the chair rolled back and forth beneath you. Bi-Han felt his cock squashed within you whenever the plush arm kneaded your underbelly like a rolling pin with every thrust.
Kuai would have fucked in a circular motion; rolling into your g-spot and lifting off in a repeated cycle. Bi Han's thrusts shot straight up and down, never fully leaving the spot, bulldozing the spot back and forth.
You wanted him deeper. Remembering a move you'd do with Kuai Liang that would have brought him deeper into you in a sensual, probing way, you scooted your feet flat on the floor. Your muscle memory had you on your tiptoes, pushing your ass back to feel yourself around that thicker bit at the base of his cock, the thicker parts that Kuai Liang would have used to peel you apart from inside. But Bi-Han was built different; Thrusting back into him drove him deeper in you than you had imagined, and at a sharper angle. You howled into the arm of the chair at the sensation as his cockhead chiseled into your sensitive spot. You tried to course correct your body, to give you that gentler, sensual, full sensation that you initially sought, but it was too late. You still couldn't feel the thickest part, and Bi-Han held you in place, asking if the ice got to you. He wouldn't let you move. His hand snaked over your hip to explore your wet, dangling clit, and ensure it was free from the grip of the icy cockring. Upon discovering that you had not howled because you were stuck to the ice, but rather because of how good it made you feel when his cockhead scraped hard against that spot, he wanted to keep you howling in pleasure for as long as he could. He jabbed himself against the spot in short hammering thrusts.
It felt heavy, and hot inside you. For him, it felt like your cunt kneaded around his cock with the pressure of the arm of the chair, kneading back and forth under your naval as he rocked you back and forth against the arm of the chair. You knew Kuai could go deeper; Bi Han was likely no different, except that he had warned against it and was holding you exactly where he wanted you. But you wanted to feel the thicker part of the base of his cock pry and peel your lips apart around it until his cockhead touched the very bottom.
You picked your feet up off the floor to kick them out behind his ankles, only to hook the tops of your feet around his calves to push your bodies together when you locked your shaking knees. You arched back and kicked his calves toward you to pull and take him deeper, but broke as you felt the icy ring connect against your outer folds. The sudden touch of ice to your clit sent a shocking chill straight up your torso and into your tits. You begged him not to stop.
“You think I would dare stop, now that I found this little spot? Is this your favorite little spot? You look pretty when I fuck this one little spot.”
“Oh god,” was all you could say, screaming out as if you'd fallen from a great height.
You and Kuai never raised your voices above a whisper while you two snuck out, let alone talked like that, or huffed like that, or groaned or hummed or muttered how tight and good and hot you felt on him. When Bi Han breathes against your spine, you feel more than hear every sigh rattle in his throat.
You liked screaming out into the arm of the chair while your hard nipples dragged against the soaked, plush chair upholstery. You liked not having to be quiet any more.
You grew bold, reached behind your head to grab his hair and pull him up to breathe against your neck. He took the hint and mouthed at the pulse point of your soft neck.
The icy ring started to stick to your skin. Every thrust was ripping the sticky ring of ice from your chapped pussy lips like velcro. It grew uncomfortable, like repeatedly ripping a bandaid off, but with waves of pleasure killing your pain, you refused to acknowledge it until your clit hung against it and began to pull away with the motion of his balls.
There were tears in your eyes as you swatted the upholstery with the flat of your hand and tapped out, unwilling to go on while your little clit was trapped.
“Hm. We got stuck, yes? I warned you what could happen if you took it too deep,” he crooned.
“It's hurting it, ah, it stings when you pull back,” you tried to explain.
He knew. He could feel it. He held still, cock throbbing deep inside you as you shivered around it, pressing his balls against you to relieve your clit from the pull of the ice. While it no longer stung from the band-aid rip sensation, the icy feel started to send a pins and needles sensation into you. He reached for the tea tray.
“Hold still,” he growled.
One commanding word in his deep gravelly voice was enough to make you hiccup and freeze. You heard him pour the steaming hot water onto a tea towel, and felt him reach his hand between you with the scalding cloth. It stung and burned only for a little bit, and then you felt your skin free itself from the ice.
He wasted no time in flipping you onto your back in the chair. As you looked up at him, you noticed his neck and chest blushed a deep red; evidence of how fuckdrunk and overstimulated he had grown. He spread your legs around him and inspected the stiffened pink semi-circle of chapped, chilled pubic flesh. Frost clung to the glistening wet pubic hair around his cock, and likewise a ring of frost had formed across your mound just along either side of your twitchy, chilled clit. He pressed the hot towel against it, and rivulets of scalding water poured down your body as you gurgled incoherently.
The heat reminded you of Kuai as your eyes rolled and you bucked up into the pressure of his palm against the hot drenched towel. He slipped his heavy cock back into you, holding it at the base so you couldn't take him too deep. You gawked at the sight between your legs. Steam rolled up and danced along the grandmaster’s undulating obliques. The rhythmic crushing of his lower abs sent the steam from the hot towel outward in puffs as he thrust into you. His chest grew pinker with each thrust and you had a sudden urge to reach out for him. As you grabbed his chest with both hands, the sensation of hot water trickling down your crevice coupled with the sight and feel of him pounding into it moved you to cum screaming on his cock.
You kneaded his chest muscles in your hands and it caused him to choke and sputter. He started to turn his face away, but you caught it and brought yourself back into view.
“Don't fight it, I want to see you cum now, wanna see your face when you cum,” you said.
“Fuck,” he spat through gritted teeth, “okay.”
He took his fist from between your legs and let himself sink all the way into you. The hot cloth smushed between you against his frozen base, slowly melting him as the cloth itself cooled. With that hand he took a handful of you breast and sucked the flavor from your nipple. He seemed to enjoy the taste; your hard nipple was still clammy from dragging through the wetness of the damp spot you left on the plush seat cushion. You pushed him back by the shoulders, pushing him upright so you could watch his face as you ordered him to cum soon.
His thumb found your clit through the thick towel fabric and rubbed through it. The sandpaper texture wasn't as pleasant after cumming so hard, and he could tell by the wince on your face. But it was the wince in your cunt that excited him. With the ice melted, he tossed the wet towel to the side with a splat, reached between your legs, where he started tapping your clit, hard and fast. You squirmed away only to discover you were stuck helpless between the arms of the chair. You couldn't run from it. The loud wet pitter-patter of rapid slaps sounded raunchy and obscene, and a timid part of you kept freaking out that someone would hear it, and catch you, and snitch on you, and force you to face the grandmaster. But the grandmaster’s cock was in you, dragging against your sensitive flesh and devastating the back of your pussy as he bottomed out inside you. It felt intense, so wonderful that it was terrible, and your desperate choking howls expressed as much. His rapid tapping was forcing you to clench and quiver and throb and squeeze around his overworked cock. With the ice ring melted, nothing could stop him from cumming.
Do I push the Sub-Zero smut out of drafts as it is or risk forgetting it?
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So, it's in drafts and has been since January. I haven't worked on it. It's all smut and does nothing to advance the plot. It cuts off in a weird spot.
Do I just... kick it out of drafts and publish it now?
Or do I leave it in drafts and hope I get around to working on it again?
