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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.
Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, abusive relationship, jealousy, mental and physical violence (both sides), unprotected sex, breeding kink, public execution, vorarephilia, blood drinking, mention of: foot fetish, organized terrorism and wars, cheating and substance addiction, pregnancy; Black Dragon imagined lore.
A/N: At first I was writing it as a big ass fic but I decided to switch into headcanons. That's why Y/N has her past and surname, and Black Dragon is mentioned here. It may look a bit complicated and messy but I hope you'll enjoy it ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝
• Bi-Han loves his women of different sorts. The one, who has his true adoration and devotion, isn't someone he will bring to the Clan and call his wife. She is an opium addicted junkie from a brothel and she is his favored darling.
Bi-Han doesn't need an equal partner. He needs a woman that understands her place and admits his authority, a woman that will become his comfort and will eagerly birth him heirs. Bi-Han won't try to impress her with courting and gifts, there will be no romantic atmosphere and gestures. His offer is simple: a proper upkeep for a strong body and impressive fertility. She needs to be smart enough to play dumb in his presence and service his sexual needs without shyness. Bi-Han is in search of a beautiful piece of meat. He wants to show his wife off on official meetings and then rest with her after a long day of stressful work. To his regret only the brothel whore is able to give him everything he wants, except one thing – a reputation.
• It won't be his first marriage. In fact, it will be his third. Bi-Han treasures loyalty and he is known for his violent character: in Lin Kuei betrayal is an unforgivable sin. The whole family of a traitor gets executed in the worst way possible by Bi-Han personally, and a traitor is forced to watch the whole process before it's their turn. Their heads on pikes serve as a reminder to other recruits until another traitor shows up to replace them – and Bi-Han's wives aren't an exception.
He doesn't see his little love journeys to the brothel as treachery though. In the awkward hands of his wives he feels unsatisfied. Bi-Han is a man of a great physique: he needs to be pleased regularly and passionately, or else his hidden treasure will step into the game. Yet laying with an addicted whore is a roulette – she will open her legs to everyone who pays for a hit. The spectrum of emotions Bi-Han feels about her can't be described with just words. It contains primal desire, hatred, contempt, love, pity and another hundred of different emotions Bi-Han didn't know existed. The magic she creates with her clouded wicked fantasy is striking better than any drug. Bi-Han is searching for a woman who will replace her. She isn't as lovely and seductive as she was before: with every visit, she looks more of a corpse. Dark patches and hemorrhages are covering her grayed skin, and her veins are destroyed by her new addiction. She disgusts Bi-Han so much he disdains to touch her.
• Once Bi-Han heard of a unique breed of women, born under the Hei family. Wicked by nature, they are the best wives and the most terrifying enemies: inborn vengefulness makes them quarrelsome and violent. Their unquiet mind and hedonistic nature are always seeking for pleasures, especially the carnal one's. Such a description excites his mind and makes him seek for the Family. This is how he finds you.
• Bi-Han isn't a dream partner but he is easy to deal with if playing by his rules and you don't have a right to choose. He sees you on a diplomatic mission to your clan and falls for you immediately: your quiet, mystical aura drags his attention. You are the panther hiding in the shadows: first, he sees your eyes, that are looking at him, glaring with wildfire of scorn and enmity. When his gaze meets yours, you dare to show up: you step out of the dark, showing him your glory. Your traditional black dress is open frivolously, showing him a lot but not enough. You walk away, your fine bare feet make light steps and leave no sound. It's obvious that you're on your mind, a sly witch with an untamed attitude. Bi-Han knows how to break women like you, and he desires to test your smug character. Just by the way you walk – lazily, swinging your hips and showing off the curves of your soles – he can tell how good and rather creative you are in bed.
• Your father agrees to send you out of the mansion quickly. He doesn't listen for the rest of the offering even, as if your departure is already a great gift for him. Bi-Han is… surprised at the reaction. The old fool realizes that the Hei clan will come into Bi-Han's hands after his death due to the ancient and simple rule – no woman is allowed to become a Grandmaster – yet he is ready to give everything away so someone can take you away from him.
It makes Bi-Han hesitate. No way you would keep your father at bay – how was it even possible? Yet he sends his servants to announce to you the great news that you are chosen as Lin Kuei Grandmaster's bride.
• Bi-Han expected everything but not you closing the door in front of his servants. Fuss around your door and their confused faces (for sure they are scared for their lives) are making Bi-Han irritable. He's used to getting everything without delay and your writhing makes him angry. You don't even respond to the knocking at your door, so he has to come and knock himself. Then, after a couple of minutes, you deign to show yourself.
Lazily, you lean on the door frame, hands crossed on your chest and a smug smile shines on your dark cherry lips, showing teeth with sharp cuspids. “A boy in his mid thirties doesn't know how to court a woman, and expects her to fall on her knees for him.” You say in a mocking tone, so full of yourself and not afraid for anything.
Bi-Han knows this type of person. A psychopathic abomination of a human that survived through the countless fights and lost sense of fear and respect for the ranks; the type of people that treated violence like some sort of amusement, not an instrument for intimidation and nurturing. In your cold cloudy eyes, painted in a cat's manner with eyeliner, Bi-Han sees nothing but vice and narcissistic conceit. You test him with your gaze, the same one you gave him before. Unexpectedly for him, it turns him on.
You open your lips slightly, a searching stare goes through his features, and your emotions are changing on lustful interest. You are coming to him, close enough for Bi-Han to feel your presence and the fragrance of pomegranate from your hair, but not enough to sense you physically. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes, the height difference makes it tempting: through the neckline of your dress he sees the perky chest and black lace of your bra. “Better luck next time.” You whisper, smiling sinisterly.
You come to your room and close the door again. The change of your emotions leaves him thirsty for more. On the same day Bi-Han sends the best gifts to your mansion but you are displeased with everything. All he sees is your sour face with angrily furrowed brows that makes him think it is impossible to please you. He doesn't ask for tips and you aren't willing to ease his life. “I want more than this!” you say, throwing exclusive jewelry at him.
Normally Bi-Han would take you by force and end your life afterwards for this kind of attitude – he hates disobedient and ungrateful women. Yet with you he enjoys being treated this way. You leave him with a sense of hunger and obscurity, and he comes back every time to be rejected again and again.
• Loving you is the only torture Bi-Han succumbs to in his life willingly. You are like a storm: dark, misty and cold by nature, but beautiful and enticing. He steps in your rainfall, savoring the alienation mixed with attraction you give to him. Bi-Han finds the way to win your heart: he scouts about your enemies and brings their severed heads to you. These people aren't just crooks and small fries – they are top flight, and Bi-Han can only muse about how they fell out of favor. He comes to you while you are changing your dress. You come to him to inspect what he had brought you this time. Dressed in an overbust corset, lacey panties and stockings with straps you aren't bothered by shyness. On the right part of your body, starting from the hip and till the middle of the thigh, there is a black tattoo of a snake in flowers – Bi-Han can swear he has seen this kind of design already, but he can't remember who was wearing it.
He shakes the heads out of the bag and they fall under your feet. Without disgust, you step on one of them with your bare foot and turn it over to see the face. Then you smile widely, realising that all of the cadavers belong to your list.
• Lin Kuei meets you with whispers and speculations. You are not the same as the others: you step onto this land confidently, as if you are owning everything in here, including the Grandmaster himself. Your smile is sly and your gaze is cunning. Bi-Han realizes he knows nothing about you. Your past, your present and your future are murky. Your identity fits into the portrait of your family perfectly. Keeping you close is like holding a lit bomb without the option to drop it.
• You keep playing on his nerves. You bask him with affection only to cast him off discourteously after. You laugh at his face and devalue everything he does for you but show gratitude with actions. You are fondling him to get violent later, scratch him till blood and punch him, leave bruises at his skin. If he dares to grab you the same way you do – you provoke him to go rougher, to mutilate and kill you, spitting lies and portraying him as a monster, exaggerating his deeds into absurd with your words. You are a mad woman but he wants you in all your states and prays to find you in a good mood, as he feels his addiction to you.
You deny him physical contact for as long as you want, don't even let him touch you. You are disgusted by his kisses, you hit his hand when he tries to take your palm and escape from his embrace. Bi-Han feels like nonentity but doesn't dare to force you into his touch. He wants to play the same game with you but he just can't: Bi-Han misses you constantly, and touching you is a reward he secretly lives for.
When he goes to missions you are inspiring him. The way you use your tongue can't be copied by any other woman: you kill and cure with your words, you are blurring the lines between humiliation and praise. The power you hold over him induces Bi-Han on new achievements and conquests. Countless numbers of his enemies are dead because of the trust you had put into him. You destroy and trample his personality but you never question his fighting skill – admitting and worshipping his power, you show proper respect to his warrior side. Your love is his disease. Bi-Han knows: deep inside your rotten soul you care a great love for him, you just don't show it.
• You have your own… needs. Unexpectedly for Bi-Han you possess blood magic. The power has its side effect – vampirism. Your blood isn't enough to cease the famine that awakens from time to time. With Bi-Han looming in front of you, you can't resist your desire: your eyes target delicious outlines of his tense vessels full of cold blood. His cryomancy has side effects as well: some of them are coldness of body fluids and low fertility, which makes it hard for him to impregnate you.
You eye him as prey. Bi-Han is a perfect container of blood and fresh meat, eating from him won't bring you any infections. You imagine sinking your teeth into his neck and sucking his blood brutally, your jaw twitches in anticipation. You know how to lure him into your plan – sex makes him an easy target; you are sure, once you have Bi-Han pounding into you, he won't be against your teeth tearing his skin up. You are building your plan step by step. After intimacy you are studying the course of his veins, bringing your mouth to them and licking protruding parts, your tongue circles the bumps that are dangerously close to your canines. You like to lick on his neck, feeling his arteries pumping up with essential fluid. You let him get used to your strange affection. Bi-Han sees it as a specific way of appreciation from your side, not ready to admit that you want to drink his blood.
You are seducing him more and more. He knows this state of yours. Your stare gets unusually soft and alluring. You call for him with all your essence, bite your lips from eagerness. Bi-Han loves having sex with you. You lack any shyness and fuck as if it is your last day on earth. You are open to try new things and adapt to his fetishes, whether it is strocking his cock with your feet and rubbing his cum into the cloth, or emptying a full condom into your freshly fucked hole. Despite his low fertility, Bi-Han uses a condom only to see you taking it off during sex. Your readiness to be filled with his cum arouses him to the point his cock starts leaking.
Kisses with you are mind blowing: you lick his lips first, then he bites at your tongue, sucking it inside his mouth. Your lips meet at the point, initiating a wet kiss, with saliva drooling on both of your chins. You bite his lips and tongue, hugging Bi-Han by his neck and bringing him closer to yourself. Bi-Han is attracted to you so much he breaks kisses only to lick your face like some kind of animal, till it becomes all wet. You are as eager as he is: your palms are wandering on his chest, creeping down on his pants and squeezing the sensitive bulge. You outline the contours of his erected member and start rubbing under a sensitive tip, extending your touch down on its shaft.
It never ends with just one position. Your favorite are doggy and cowgirl: when taking you from behind, Bi-Han keeps you by your wrists, pulling you on his cock roughly; when you get on top of him, riding him lustily, you have a perfect access to his chest, your fingers trailing it down, leaving red traces with protruding blood droops from your nails. Your cunt spasms as you see it, your initial impulse is to bite him but you keep denying yourself. Before he cums, you lean to him, waiting for the right moment. Your cunt puts greater pressure on his cock, sucking it in and tightening around his length until you feel it throbbing and the first shot of cum hitting your walls. Exactly at this moment you bite into his shoulder, blood rushing into your mouth and running down on the sheets. Bi-Han grunts but keeps you closer, letting you drink as much as you need. His hands are covered with new scars, left by your teeth, but Bi-Han is okay with it.
• When his brothers leave, you become his only ally. Bi-Han expects to be treated the same way as before but you quit your games and provide him proper support. You see the family tragedy by yourself: when Liu Kang recruits Lin Kuei to help the Earthrealm resist against Quan Chi and Shang Tsung, you take the part in the plan unwittingly. Liu Kang and his minions aren't happy to see you – and they expose your past as if you should be ashamed of it.
Black Dragon special squad; soldier Viper – that was your name before you left the clan and started a civilian life. There was no tragedy behind your retirement, you just grew out of the concept. Explosions, gunfights somewhere in the Eastern deserts, drug and organ traffic are cool when you are young. By your age you want to settle down and live a life of a happy woman. Your boss, Kano, still waits for you to change your mind and come back. You receive his calls from time to time and have a small chit-chat. Bi-Han is visibly perplexed by the news, but you don't realize the reason for such a strange emotion. For someone who has never shown interest in your past, he is overreacting, you are sure.
“You know, in Black Dragon we don't leave our comrades no matter the dispute.” This is the only salty thing you let yourself say to Bi-Han. He ignores it so you keep silent for the rest of the period of his internal healing.
• You get softer with years you spend with Bi-Han. While your arrogance steps aside, his paranoia and violative tendencies against you are rising up. He doesn't trust you: Bi-Han suspects you in collusion with Scorpion and he is searching for proof of his fantasies. He becomes possessive over you, and your usual treatment over him causes Bi-Han to punch you. Your strategy doesn't work anymore: once you tell him to get rougher and he breaks your legs as a punishment. The fight with no victor follows – it is an act of mutual violence, when both competitors just want to hurt each other.
You end up being injured worse than him yet you show him like you feel no pain at all – you keep smiling while bleeding out. Behind the nasty bravado hides fear and realization that another fight can be fatal. Your new routine starts at this point. You didn't notice how you got stuck in a swamp. Now it is you seeking to meet Bi-Han in a good mood, or else you will have a new bruise. You can't leave – and you don't want to. Your thoughts and decisions are complicated. You believe that everything will come back to normal after some time.
• Bi-Han is jealous of other men. He doesn't let you leave your room without his or maid's escort. Your route is restricted and includes female quarters, his cabinet and a shared bedroom. You are not allowed to sleep alone anymore, as Bi-Han needs to control you during night hours. Bi-Han's heavy hand keeps you close while he sleeps, and he wakes up with your every move. You have everything you might need on the bedside table: water, napkins, wet wipes, some snacks (you are not allowed to leave the bed if you wake up earlier than him) and a book. You bathe together as well: he hugs you while you sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. Bi-Han demands you to touch him: play with his hair or stroke his skin.
• His tastes in intimacy changed as well. Bi-Han isn't interested in your consent, he takes you whenever he wants to. Your resistance arouses him even more: Bi-Han wrings your hands easily and gropes every part of you. You have to get wet – just to ease the process for yourself. Such behavior makes you lose all interest in sex, so you are imitating it for his happiness. Bi-Han is addicted to the fragrance of pomegranate and cherry coming from your hair, and olibanum on your skin. Arousing in the past, the way he buries his nose in your neck and chest to inhale your scent, now is scaring you. Your smell is heavy and suffocating in its richness, Bi-Han can't help but to inhale the sweet intoxication coming from your body and lose his head over you again and again. He bites you till bruises show up, his cold-dead fingers squeeze your curves so hard it still aches a few days after intimacy. He presses you into the mattress with his weight, trapping under his body, so you lay still and play obedient while Bi-Han forces himself into your unprepared tight cunt. He grabs your neck, chill running down your spine as frost cripples on your skin. He feels your fear, and he appreciates the sacrifice you make for him: his lowest, animalistic parts came into the game when the family broke apart. Bi-Han feeds on your emotions, he wants you to show him the spectrum of pain and despair. His sadistic dream is to see you cry, while he cums inside you, dominating your body and proving for another time that it belongs to him.
• You are free to bite him however you want and have as much blood as you need, but you stopped drinking from him. Bi-Han takes you to public executions to awaken your bloodlust, but you don't seem to enjoy it. Watching another human being reduced to the bag of flesh and bones with blood staining every inch of the execution yard doesn't thrill your soul anymore. Your body is in a sleeping state, waiting for the hazardous winter of Bi-Han's soul to calm down. You can't function properly anymore but he keeps calling for a hunter inside you: Bi-Han cuts himself raw and brings the bleeding wounds close to your face to feed you. Such a rough manipulation makes you succumb to his will, and you force yourself to taste his blood, afraid of his generosity. Bi-Han wants you to need him, inspires you to think that you depend on him.
• One day you make him happy with your long awaited pregnancy. It is a great opportunity for Bi-Han to prove to you how weak and dependent you are. He gives you a taste of better medicine: he treats you better than before but doesn't let you forget what is waiting for you in case you seek disfavor. You become so careful you are afraid to speak freely: you don't want any stress to harm your baby. And Bi-Han is happy he can manipulate you through the child.
cw: enemies to lovers(?), power imbalance, fluff if you squint, a love triangle trope if you squint harder. female reader
a/n: i've had this sitting in my drafts for the longest and only now decided to post. also, english isn't my first language, so bear with me regarding any grammar errors or weird construction/phrasing. thankue
the lin kuei trio was on a mission when you attacked them. they trespassed on your turf, and you ambitiously tried to take out all three of them at once, failing unsurprisingly since you were no match for the skilled assassins.
you're easily subdued and taken captive, dispossessed of your weapons and barraged with interrogations. after discovering you don't pose much of a threat, they deliberate on what to do with you, ultimately deciding to keep you around as a maidservant of sorts.
you're subjected to demeaning labour in and around the lin kuei base, tasked with all manner of chores. you're the designated errand girl. you hate it here
a period of close monitoring has elapsed, and the grandmaster, out of the goodness of his heart, deems it fit to convert you into one of the grunts, the lowest ranked. he believes your sheer will and rudimentary fighting skills would be beneficial to the clan, no matter how small.
so you're set on the path to becoming a part of the lin kuei. once just a lowly rogue turned maid, now subject to tedious training to become a full-fledged assassin.
while you impress since you have a background in combat, you're still not up to par with the clan's standards. but there's a development: a new relationship emerges.
you and tomas have begun to be on friendly terms. it's not that surprising, considering his personality and you both being on the younger side—a connection was bound to form
casual greetings turned into sparring together, and progressed to going hunting. together
bihan notices the budding... friendship, (if he could call it that) that's supposedly going on between you two and isn't pleased by it, but turns a blind eye instead. it doesn't concern him
it isn't until he sees you both return from a hunt (engaging in tomas' pastime) while holding hands, then later in a compromising position—with you ontop of him to conclude a training session—that he decides to take matters into his hands. such salacious behaviour was prohibited on lin kuei grounds, he had enough of your impudence
you're forbidden from training with smoke, but not without a lengthy verbal lashing first. you find it unfair and voice your displeasure, which he interprets as insubordination
you're punished with running a couple of laps and close to a hundred pushups. he won't go easy on you just because you happen to be a woman, despite protests from kuai liang in the background
you detest him for alot of things, but mostly for coming between the only interaction that was keeping you sane in this hellish place. he isn't fond of you either, as he finds you rather incompetent, ill-bred, impertinent.
the time has come to take your training to the next level: missions. it's your first to properly evaluate your skills, and you're nothing short of excited, hoping to be paired with tomas
however, bihan senses your enthusiasm as rather devious and pairs you up with himself instead, shattering your hopes. and this becomes the case with subsequent missions
for a lack of better words, you're attached to his hip. you've become his personal project of sorts. he wants to forge you into a warrior you'll never be on your own merit and thinks you and tomas are distracting eachother, enforcing distance between the both of you
your training henceforth is with him only. he's always on the defensive while you attack, but it seems you can never land a hit, no matter what you do.
cue the outpouring of criticisms and scoldings, laced with threats of sending you back to scrubbing floors if you fail to improve and you fight back tears as the harsh words tumble out of his mouth effortlessly
but you refuse to allow his condescension bother you for long. instead, letting it serve as motivation to do better. you go the extra mile with training, and in due time, it yields positive results—you've tremendously improved. and finally get rewarded with the lin kuei uniform, marking your official initiation into the ranks.
during the ceremony, the grandmaster's eyes are fixed on you. once it's over and done with, he summons your presence. in private.
you know where this is going and there are no surprises when he finally opens his mouth to query you—you slightly modified the lin kuei uniform to fit your fashion sensibilities, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the new initiates.
rather than cower in fear when his judgemental eyes peer into yours, demanding an explanation for your indiscretion, you meet his eyes in defiance, stating your reason as an aesthetic choice.
bihan is not the least bit surprised by your little rebellion, and for some reason, he lets it slide (a first for him) only dismissing you with a vague warning to know your limits, which has you fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
the days roll by... you've adjusted quite nicely to your new identity, even going as far as shedding your old appearance to blend into the predominantly male environment—you cut your hair short. unbeknownst to you, your new appearance has achieved the opposite effect: accentuated your feminine charms instead of diminish it
the grandmaster obviously notices this change, but doesn't comment on your business.
however, he doesn't understand why he's suddenly become aware of anything concerning you that he would normally not care about, such as how subtly flirty some foes become in the heat of combat with you
or tomas lingering stare on you, which you reciprocate with a longing of your own
or johnny's unwanted presence and comments upon seeing you, dubbing you lin kuei eyecandy
or is it his brother softly praising you for your quick thinking while on a mission?
even his attitude towards you has slowly shifted—he doesn't speak to you as harshly, doesn't shut down your requests for needing breaks.
not to mention, how his eyes keep wandering in your direction for reasons unknown to him. your mere presence is becoming rather bothersome when it wasn't much of an issue before.
bi-han wants to put a stop to whatever this is, and his plans to resolve his personal dilemma comes as a shock, not just to you, but to kuai liang and tomas as well
out of nowhere, you're reassigned to the administrative sphere. you'll no longer serve on active duty. because, according to him, while your skills are formidable, they're needed elsewhere. in a nutshell, you were practically being demoted
he doesn't provide more reasons for this decision despite his brothers attempts to cajole an answer from him, and citing how much of an asset you were on the battlefield.
his words were final, and there you were—not even back to square one. for you were neither seen nor heard of, just lost among a sea of cogs in a machinery
the passage of time has flown rather quickly since then, bringing attendant changes—both bad and good ones
kuai liang and tomas have charted a new course; they left the lin kuei after a series of disputes with bi-han concerning his leadership and vision
and this saddened you when the news reached your ears, especially because tomas never deemed it fit to inform you or include you in his plans. while you were forbidden from interacting with him, he could still find a way to communicate with you if he wanted to
you're hurt by this, but you know it's probably incomparable to how bi-han must've felt about having his brothers turn their backs on him.
due to your new (limited) position, you're no longer in proximity to him. infact, you barely see him outside of general morning assembly and drills.
a part of you wants to know how he's fairing regarding this unforeseen circumstance, so you decide to go to him where you know you'll no doubt find him—the meeting room, at dusk.
with a teacup in hand, you braved the door that holds the domineering figure within. knocking softly, tentatively; you hear an intimidating, "enter." inhaling sharply, you step inside
bi-han is a bit taken aback by your presence though his expression doesn't betray this. he is stoic and composed, as always
"i did not request your presence." he coldly states matter-of-factly, making you gulp. a slight tremble to your fingers as you clutch the teacup closer to your chest
"yes, you did not" you affirm. "but i thought it appropriate to see you after learning of recent events." you proceed to gently set the teacup on the table, his unblinking stare fixed on you
"i don't need your coddling or anyone else's for that matter." he sneers, clearly insulted by your gesture but you don't let it affect you as much.
"i know you don't need anyone or anything" you utter in hushed tones, speaking more to yourself than to him before continuing, "but... just accept this, please."
your appeal is met with complete silence, and without feeling like you've overstayed your welcome, you bow your head slightly. "i'll be on my way now." you announce, taking to your heels, and gliding past lin kuei members on the corridor as you head towards your station.
the tea you served bi-han remained untouched. and by morning, it was cleared from the table. however, the days after that empathetic move of yours ushered in many surprises...
it was nighttime, the sky outside pitch black, when an invitation was sent to your quarters in the form of bi-han himself, standing tall by your doorframe, towering and imposing, requesting you to accompany him on a... stroll?
you barely had time to process what was happening in the moment; fingers reaching to adjust the neckline of your robe, a movement that didn't escape his piercing gaze, before going along with him
since it was close to midnight, the base wasn't teeming with much activity, as most of the lin kuei members had already retired for the night, so your nightly engagement went mostly unnoticed as you walked alongside him. the cool night air brushing past your skin
he doesn't speak much to you, and you don't either, besides a few curt responses here and there when he asked about your duties and such.
before you knew what was happening, you were right back to your living quarters with bi-han escorting you. you bid him goodnight, to which he nodded and went about his way.
you're still in shock, in disbelief at what had occurred, and the awkwardness of it all preoccupied your mind for days on end. you desired answers to the multiple questions that circled your mind. but the answers did not come until several nightly engagements later....
following tender touches under the gleaming moonlight
summary: bi-han is going on a solo mission, but you don't want him to. husband!bi-han x reader.
cw: angsty, slight hurt/comfort, established relationship, domesticity. nothing too serious
it was one of those nights were you found it hard to sleep because your thoughts raced a thousand miles per hour. bi-han was going on another one of his long missions, which wasn't surprising; only this time, there was a lingering dread you couldn't quite shake off.
you knew what you were getting into by being involved with him. you just didn't envision it would always be like this: that all of his days would be spent away from home, away from you.
but you couldn't fault him entirely; he was a busy man, with an entire clan to govern. still, deep in your heart, you wished he set consideration aside for you.
even during your honeymoon—what was supposed to be an intimate period, free from interferences—his duties still took precedence, effectively casting you aside; placing you on the backburner. and the worst part? he never once protested, his priorities were clear.
he doesn't belong to you, even though you're evidently bound to each other.
you once thought about asking him if the lin kuei needed more members that you'd like to join since it seemed to be the only way you'd get his undivided attention, but had an inkling your attempt at jest would be poorly received, so discarded the idea entirely
you tossed and turned, trying to ease your anxiety but it was no use; eyes landing on bi-han's back, who was no doubt fast asleep.
shifting your gaze to the ceiling above, you blankly counted sheep hoping you'd eventually tire out and succumb to sleep. when that proved to be ineffective, you resumed tossing and turning, which provoked a response from your husband.
finally
"what is it?" his voice is groggy when he calls you out for disrupting his sleep. there's a certain softness to it, and you bite your lip, seeing this as an opportunity to share your thoughts, even though you knew it would lead nowhere, as always. but what harm was there in trying?
"must you go?" you didn't expect the words to come out in a squeak, but you're certain he heard you loud and clear, his reply made that evident
"we've talked about this, i won't repeat myself." his tone is sharp this time, it's obvious he's irritated by your goading, but was it really a bad thing to show that you cared, that you needed him, that you prioritized his wellbeing above all else?
"i feel like it's a bad idea" you swallowed, not allowing his iciness deter you from speaking. "i've been having nightmares. my intuition tells me—"
"your prattling disturbs me. cease it and rest." and with that, silence fell, signaling that no further discussion was needed. there was nothing new to say; you knew that, so did he. getting bi-han to change his mind was an exercise in futility, no different from trying to teach a pig how to fly—it was simply impossible and yet, you persisted.
perhaps his stubbornness had begun to rub off on you. it is said that couples often mirror each other, though you weren't sure how true that was. but if it were, you wished he adopted your traits instead.
sighing, you resign yourself to fate. but not long after, a certain thought crops up in your mind, making your eyes twinkle at the opportunity to turn lemons into lemonade; despair into joy, if only for a moment.
"can you... can you hold me? i'm finding it difficult to sleep." you finally confessed your troubles, hoping he wouldn't deny you something as innocuous as cuddling. contrary to popular opinion, bi-han wasn't all that affectionately challenged. he had the capacity for romance, although his displays of tenderness were few and far in between and sometimes difficult to decipher.
seconds soon turned into minutes, and when silence accompanied inaction, you dejectedly muttered, "goodnight bi-han," as you curled into yourself under the covers.
the next morning, you awoke to the sounds of muted shuffling. bi-han was already up, nearly dressed in his familiar lin kuei getup. you yawned whilst rubbing your eyes, then got out of bed to make your way towards him.
"shall i brew tea?" his back was facing you when you asked, but then he turned to meet your eyes, brows slightly furrowed. "i'm not a child, i can fend for myself if need be."
you only shook your head, fully aware of his disposition and refusing to take his words to heart. "i'm well aware; i just want to help in some way, be useful to you"
"go back to sleep." his dismissiveness made you struggle to hold back tears, but a sob managed to escape your now quivering lips. "how can i, when my husband is leaving?"
"bi-han, please. for once in your life, acquiesce." your eyes squeezed shut in frustration as you pleaded with him to rethink his decisions. it was a pitiful sight, and you were on the brink of bursting into tears at this point—the culmination of your feelings regarding this situation, and perhaps your marriage with him.
as expected, he is unmoved by your outbursts and heads for the bedroom door. you blink away tears before following him into the living room
"i don't have the time and my patience is growing short." he gruffs, already standing near the doorway, about to make his exit. tears are streaming down your face now; you've tried. you've only got one appeal left.
"promise me..." you sniffle, "promise me you'll return home—right here, right back to me"
bi-han's expression softens at your crestfallen countenance. a sliver of guilt tugs at his heartstrings, although you'll never know. he'll never afford you that privilege
"be at ease," he calmly assures. "do you need constant reminders that i'm grandmaster of the lin kuei, not some third-rate lackey?"
this time, you let out a sorrowful chuckle. his bravado is so typical, ego larger than the size of two planets. you firmly rebuke him, showing your seriousness on the matter. "that's not the answer i want to hear. promise me you will return, bi-han"
those words prompted him to act. and act he did, moving closer to you and gently placing a hand on your cheek. you embrace his touch, silently praying for this moment to not end while the tears flowed, seemingly neverending
"i'll return to you. come hell or highwater, neither will prevent me because it is destiny to be with you. i solemnly promise you this."
his words, rather than comforting, were far from it. yet you believed him regardless, because what else could you do besides blind belief?
as if sensing your doubts, he seals his promise with a quick kiss on your forehead, leaving you longing to uncover and experience more of the warmth hidden beneath those frozen layers. but it's too late for that as he backs away and sets off on his mission, not once looking back at you.
you don't know why your heart is suddenly constricting, but his absence is already palpable and engulfing. both of you, unaware, chaos and all its conundrums awaits him while you remain, waiting and pondering, as a pulse continues to grow within you.
lin kuei trio ft. syzoth reactions when you bring up the need for condoms.
nsfw content ⚠️
bi-han
"why is it needed?" is what he says in the most condescending tone you've ever heard. he is offended by the sudden insistence, even when you give your reason(s), which he interprets as a lack of commitment to him despite the exclusive nature of your relationship and his willingness to take responsibility for the outcome. he doesn't see the point of it, but he does oblige, albeit begrudgingly. you, however, have to continually remind him because he wouldn't wear them on his own accord and finds the policing rather irritating, preferring to skip out on sex entirely (yes, he's that petty).
kuai liang
unlike his brother, he takes no issue with your request. it does not affect his desire for you; he understands your concerns and adheres. sometimes, his rigid cooperation surprises you, forgetting it was your proposal in the first place. his consideration for you is endearing, and it makes you want to discard the idea of safe sex completely, consequences be damned. but he won't let that happen unless... you're totally sure about it.
tomas vrbada
similar to kuai liang, he complies without complaints; he places your health and safety above his desires, but not without mourning the loss of skin-to-skin contact. he is playful about it and will whine from time to time, but it's just that: jokes. he isn't trying to manipulate you into changing your mind; he's very respectful of your decision and won't do anything to compromise your trust
syzoth
he's confused; he has not the slightest clue what a condom is or contraception in general, but you patiently explain, teach and guide him through the process of using one until he gets the hang of it. however, mishaps happen during intercourse due to improper handling and clumsiness, which makes him flustered and profusely apologize, afraid you will perceive it as deliberate and despise him for it. but you only chuckle affectionately, reassuring him of your love, although you decide to take the precautions instead since you don't think you're quite ready to raise a football team of half zaterran babies. at least not yet
A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written something fr, but i need to contribute my love to my MK baes like the rest of yall. My top MK baes being Tomas and Bi han. Love my babies to def.
What happens when Bi han’s hair falls from THE bun?
CONTENT: smut, fem reader, (bihan is a warning itself), degradation, slight fluff near the end because i adore him and the mood wasn’t rough anymore
Long after Bi han’s lin kuei duties have been fulfilled, he took it upon himself to relax… inside of you.
“Bi han, slow down—!” You cried, barely getting used to the thickness that filled your core. He only scoffed, snapping back at you with his chilly attitude.
“Take it,” he grunted, pausing his thrusts very briefly to hook your shaky legs over his massive thighs. His words made you whimper, and soon enough moans started to spill from your pretty lips as Bi han pounded into your cunt once more, the sheer force making your body jump against his. “Take it like the whore you are.”
His face melted in relief as his aching dick was squeezed by your warm, slick pussy after a hard day’s work. Before you lose any more focus, your eyes warm from fresh tears of pleasure, your hands latch onto Bi han’s back, your nails leaving trails of blood red down it— making him jerk his head forward with a curse (causing his hair tie to loosen). You know he savors the pain, and it’s only fair since your pussy’s getting abused by his huge dick every other day.
Enchantingly, right as Bi han drives a cool hand up your throat, his bun falls, causing his silken black hair to messily pool right over his shoulders.
You’re mesmerized by this sight, reaching a hand up to touch his hair— and Bi han is too late to push you away. He momentarily slows his feverish pace, opting for something more sensual as his intense gaze falls over yours.
“I could get used to this view…” you said softly, subconsciously pulling his handsome face closer to yours.
Bi han broke a small, rare grin, pearly whites making you swoon before his lips crashed into yours. Truly a Bi han fashion. As his dick grinded up your guts, the lewd sounds made your ears burn up and your cunt flutter around him. Bi han’s kisses turn hungrier as his locks brush against your cheeks, chilled tongue melting against your warm one.
“You’re lucky.” He comments, pulling back slightly, his voice charmingly gruff. “… Lucky that I allow you to be this close to me.”
His deep brown eyes look into yours, inches away, and you swear you fall harder for your Grandmaster. Even when he said so little, it meant so much coming from him. You tucked some of Bi han’s fallen hair behind his ear, his left cheekbone and small moles visible once more.
“I’ll always be yours, Grandmaster.” You fawn, unable to keep your hands off of Bi han as they wander to his chest. He (his dick) takes a liking to your words, as he almost tenderly holds your jaw.
“And you will always be mine, (reader).”
…
After that night, Bi han got used to having his hair down more often— in only the private downtime with you. You never fail to run your fingers through those royal strands, and he quietly permits you to massage his scalp after a long day, his big arms crossed over his torso.
He would never admit to it, but you’re the only thing keeping him grounded in this world. You’re stuck with him for life, whether you know it or not.
