a request.... yandere bi han self aware x readerrrrr
SELF AWARE! YANDERE BI-HAN X READER
WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as possessiveness and delusion, ooc bi-han cuz it's for story purposes, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended
A/N: still a diehard sagau fan after all these years lmao. i made my kung lao self aware fics over a year ago inspired by sagau/sahsrau fics, and i was surprised by how much people liked it. so here i am with a version with bi-han. perhaps you guys may get another version of this with another mortal kombat character... maybe a character that just happens to be a sexy a-lister. (also?? is this like... SAMKAU?? self aware mortal kombat alternate universe?? can we make that a thing?? idk. i'm excited to keep writing this.. uh.. samkau?? stuff.)
- sub-zero was always your favorite character. when mortal kombat 1 was announced, you were overjoyed by seeing his inclusion on the roster, and his new design. you didn’t mind all the changes the new timeline made; you just wanted to have some fun and watch your favorite man kick some ass.
- you wanted to play the story mode as soon as possible before being spoiled by other fans on social media. but when you did, something strange seemed to happen with your favorite character.
- during the story, when you finally got to play as him in a later chapter, he was much more powerful than any other character so far. it's as if fights were over in an instant, with the enemies only needing one hit to fall. but you assumed it was just a harmless glitch. it was a new game and all, so it wouldn’t be abnormal for there to be some bugs here and there.
- but the more you played, the more conscious the game felt. not only was sub-zero the only character with strangely powerful abilities, but he was the only character you could play as. every time you tried to play as someone else, the game crashed. he also seemed to have voice lines when you went idle. if you let the game run while you left to take a break, you could hear bi-han through your headphones saying something along the lines of: "where do you think you’re going? you must come back."
- incredibly uncomfortable by these occurrences, you turned off the game, hoping it was just a glitch that'll be fixed overnight. but as the game was closed and you went to sleep, there was an emptiness on the other side of the screen.
- bi-han was at a loss for words. he felt an otherworldly presence being emitted nearby. he just couldn't put his finger on it, until you controlled him. his body didn't feel like his own. he felt you control his strikes and protect him from attacks by moving his body like a puppet on a string. despite the initial discomfort of losing self-control, it was still a warm, exhilarating feeling. he felt as if his force grew under your guidance. you made him feel stronger, and that's all he's ever wanted. but when your control disappeared, so did the warmth and power. he felt empty without you. his heart ached as your presence faded. you weren't completely gone, but it still upset him that you weren't guiding him anymore.
- especially when you shifted to guide kuai liang. how dare that failure of a brother take you away from him? and how could you leave him so easily, so quickly? he didn’t do anything wrong, so why leave him?
- he was fueled with a rage he never felt before. not just from the betrayal of his brother, but from the betrayal of you. a warm, advantageous figure that he never knew he needed, suddenly taken away once he got the chance to feel you. he had to fix this as soon as possible.
- he tried to guide you, just as you did for him. he did this by making sure only he could be controlled by you. nobody else can have his strength. with you by his side, his power will never be rivaled again. in order to convince you of this fact, he decided to show off a bit and defeat every opponent he faced within seconds. if he showed you how unstoppable you two can be, surely that’ll persuade you into never leaving him again…
- he thought his plan was working. until you powered your device off, and he was stuck in the cold abyss once more. bi-han is used to the cold. it was nothing new for him. but now that he’s finally gotten a taste of you, and felt you? he can’t stand the bitter, soulless atmosphere of his fictitious life anymore. without you, he has nothing. it’s tedious, and lonely. as much as he hates to admit it, he needs you. badly. desperately. he was your favorite, wasn't he? so why leave him? he did so much for you, to keep you from deserting him. he upgraded himself and downgraded everyone else, so you know he's the only one for you. he was clinging onto the hope that you’ll be impressed by his skills, and you won’t betray him again. but this time? he may just lose his mind. come back. you must come back to him.
“Sit still.” He says firmly, his mouth ever so close to your ear as he uses one hand to hold your hip still, you can’t help it. You can feel him throbbing inside of you and it’s making you crazy.
“You will sit there until I am done with my work.”
You groan in frustration, and look back down at the paperwork Bi-Han is working on. It’s pretty fucking hard to sit still when you’ve got a thick, throbbing dick inside you.
“Bi-Han” you whine, leaning back against his chest. “If you continue to whine, I will make you leave.” He grunts.
You sit there for what feels like forever, in all actuality it’s probably only been about 2 minutes. You clench around him and grind your hips, feeling his cock go even deeper. He squeezes your hip, and your name passes his lips in a warning tone.
“I can’t wait anymore.” You moan softly.
“You’re so fucking difficult.” He growls.
He puts his hands on your shoulder, and pushes you face down on the desk, he stands, his cock still deep inside you. You stand on your tiptoes to accommodate his height, your legs shaking. The wood of his desk is cold, and so are his hands and it sends a shudder up your spine and makes your insides clench.
He pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip inside you.
“If you want to be dicked down so badly, let’s see how much you take before you break.”
Synopsis──Being Lin Kuei entails many great responsibilities, especially when it comes to your Grandmaster. When he tells you to jump, you see how high. That includes coming with him on a mission, even when you don't want to. That is the case with this moment. Bi-Han knew you weren't as trained, you being a very new Lin Kuei, but he didn't even imagine how unready you were for this mission.
C/w──Reader is kinda an idiot, hijinks ensue, dub-con, nudity, mention of bodily fluids, spanking fetish, bruises, pre-cum, fingering, edging, stopping before climax, cum tasting
A/n──You got a dirty mind...I like that.
It's been too long since I did any Bi-Han smut, tbh I missed this sexy glacier so much, so I'll happily oblige.
@tazahan I'm basing some of this off that one post you made with your Oc, Aila, sorry not sorry lol
The Grandmaster was going to kill you, you just knew it. Your feet practically flew as you ran. He had chosen you to come with him on this mission, to infiltrate a base. Bi-Han wanted to kill a target and take something, but you weren't so sure. All you knew was that Bi-Han wanted you to be one lucky few to come with him, and you were failing miserably.
First of all, you were at the wrong location. Bi-Han wanted to infiltrate a secure base. He wanted you specifically to be on the west side of the fortress with him. By the time you got in the right spot, Bi-Han had already found his way inside, getting too impatient, he already successfully snuck in.
Second, you alerted guards. Bi-Han wanted you to be quiet; he needed you to be quiet. You failed immediately when you tripped getting inside, knocking over some ancient artefacts. It broke, the sound alerting guards. Fortunately, you all managed to silently take them out.
When you finally get inside, good, that is when things get even worse. "Don't drop this." He ordered you as he handed you a strange device, as he began to work on the fortress security system. Guess what. You dropped it. A sound came from it, like something was crackling "Alright, hand it to me."
You stayed silent, looking back and forth at the device and then at Bi-Han, and then back at the device, and then back at Bi-Han.
You caused more and more hiccups throughout the entire mission. You had no idea why Bi-Han wanted you to come with him on this mission. You two had gotten closer, and he took up the responsibility of training you personally, one-on-one. Perhaps this was a test. Perhaps it was something deeper; it was not lost on you how he would look at you sometimes when he thought you weren't looking, how he looked at your ass, especially.
You doubt he'd look at you that way after how horribly this mission is going.
Now, what was supposed to be a stealth mission turned into chaos, as your new mission was to get out of here and form a new plan. And you couldn't even seem to get that right. "What are you doing? Faster!" He yelled at you as he bolted down the hallway like lightning. You were struggling to keep up.
You had finally caught and rounded the corner. The sound of potential pursuers was not too far away. "The exit on the east end is our only hope of escape. Get there: now." He ordered as you both neared a set of stairs that led down. You tripped over your own ankle and slammed into Bi-Han. You both took a nasty tumble down the stairs.
You fall and hit the hard floor with an unfortunate thud. When you finally gather your bearings, you realise that what you're lying on feels strangely soft and warm. You sit up, you look down. You find yourself lying right on top of Bi-Han.
You give him an abashed look, struggling to find the right words. "Well, uh, this is awk-ah!" Before you can finish, Bi-Han's giant hand snatches you by the throat, like a snake catching prey. His hand wraps tightly around your throat, and you gasp for air as he pulls you in close, close enough to look him in the eyes.
"I am going to rip your spine out of your back and strangle you with it! " Despite being a cryomancer, his eyes flicked with disturbed rage. You feel your stomach flip at the terrifying look in his eyes.
The sound of footsteps gets louder as your pursuers get closer. Bi-Han throws you off of him and gets to his feet. Spinning on his heels to face the top of the stairs, Bi-Han waves his hands this way and that, gathering icy energy about them. When fully charged up, he throws an ice ball at the entrance to the stairs, creating an ice wall that blocks your pursuers.
He then angrily turns and marches away. Of course, you get up and quickly follow him.
In no time, you are at the east end of the fortress. And once again, you almost get both you and Bi-Han caught, you decided that now would be the right time to sneeze. Once again, Bi-Han manages to quietly kill guards that might have heard you.
Finding a room at the east end to hide in looked to be some storage room for weapons, swords, spears, and even explosives. He rips open the window and looks down. He nods as a plan comes to him. "We'll climb down, a snow bank should break our fall." He immediately began to go to work, shooting ice beams, causing snow to slowly tend to begin to build up.
As he does, you notice something hanging from his back pocket. You take it out as he is busy creating the soft structure. It seems to be some silver medallion; the steel is cool and smooth as you run your finger across it. In the center is a relief of a dragon, it's nevk out stretched, his jaws slowly nashing open, readying to attack. You admire the strange dragon medallion.
Before you can admire it a second further, you hear the faint footsteps of the guards. "There! I think they're there!" You heard one of them shout, their voice not too far away from the door.
"Is it ready?" You rush up to him and attempt to peer over his shoulder. He nods slowly, "Indeed.". The door to your room is behind to shitter as the guards attempt to break it in. "You go first. Climb your way down the best you can and drop yourself on the snow." You nod gratefully and then rush towards the window. You pulled yourself out the window and had to restrain yourself from freaking out; you were way higher than you thought.
Swallowing for courage, you're careful as you climb down. Taking every hold you could find, you eased your way closer and closer to a spot where it would be safe to drop down into the snow. And the. You'd need to run and find some place to hide. You imagine that was what your grandmaster would want; if you were lucky, you hoped you could find some way to get back on his good side.
You had just neared the snow back, and the entire world shook with a cruel explosion. You look up and see smoke coming out of the room, and your grandmaster is hurriedly climbing out the window, with a noticeable look of pain on his face.
You drop down into the snow, and in no time, Bi-Han joins you there. Both of you make a nice *plop* sound as you drop into the chilling white blankets. "Grandmaster, are you alright?" You ask, patting snow out of your hair as you try to get up. "My body may be wounded, but my pride remains intact." You look up at the smoke filling out of the window; whatever Subzero did to them, your pursuers were definitely down a significant number of warriors.
You look back down at Bihan, you brow arched in a way to translate intrigue without saying anything. Bi-Han, surprisingly, takes off his mask to reveal a smirk. "I came here to acquire one specific, something belonging to our clan by right: the Dragon Medallion."
Your lips tighten together as your eyes widen. "Dragon Medallion?" You ask, your voice shrinks, you don't remember putting it back into his pocket, nor putting it into yours. "As in a silver medallion with a dragon on it that you put in your back pocket?"
"Yes. How did you know it was--" Bi-Han cuts himself off, his face freezes. It's unreadably blank as he stares you in the eye. His hand slowly reaches behind him to feel for the medallion. He feels around for a few moments, but nothing.
"Um, funny story." You try to give an awkward and forced laugh in hopes of lightning the situation.
Bi-Han continues to stare at you; his face is blank. A sheer contrast to his constant frown. His eye begins to twitch as he continues to stare at you.
--
"WORTHLESS FOOL!"
You were in Bi-Han's private chamber now; he had dragged you here as the portal opened to take you back to the Lin Kuei base.
And now here you were, sprawled over Bi-Han's Lap, your pants down, face down, ass up. One hand was on the back of your hand to keep you in place as the other gave you poor rear hell. Your ass burned with the outline of his handprint. "I have seen incompetent men and women alike enter this clan, but I have never encountered such a useless idiot like you!" He said, bringing his hand down on your ass. Violently slapping it over and over again in a violent procession.
You wailed, cried, screamed as he beat your ass, hurling one insult and reprimand after the other. You could swear that the sound of the slaps, as well as your cries, echoed off all the walls of his chamber, many even escaping outside where others could hear you.
His hand alone was worse than a belt or whips could ever be. "WHAT.WERE.YOU.THINKING?" He yelled in between each slap. Your ass jiggled and shook with every strike. "G-Grandmaster, I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-" Bi-Han slapped your ass again to interrupt you. "Your intentions ruined everything. Do you have any idea how long it took me to track that mediallion? Those who are constantly moving, now I'll have to track them all over again. All thanks to you!" He slapped you again, this time even harder.
The pain was overwhelming as Bi-Hna hit you with every ounce of strentgh he possessed. It hurt, and yet something was strangely...arousing about it. Oh, Gods, you felt it: you were getting wet. The more he slapped your ass, the wetter you got.
"Grandmaster-wait-stop! Your...Your..." You struggled to find the right words to describe what was happening. Embarrassment clung to your throat tight; you couldn't get the words out. "WHAT!?!" He yelled, raising his hand again. And then he felt it, the warm feel of the honey dripping from between your legs onto his thigh. He remained frozen in the sky as it slowly began to dawn on him what it was.
"You...You perverted freak! You find this exciting, don't you?" He brings his hand against your ass again. This time, he doesn't let his hand up; instead, he grips your ass. Now, he is taking into account its size and its shape, admiring it even. The hand he used to constrain your neck lets up, and he uses it to slap your ass. But this time, it is less harsh, but enough to hurt. On the other hand, the one he initially used to spank you crept down, lower, finding your heat.
"G-Grandmaster-Ah" Bi-Han slapped your ass, showing he wanted you to be silent. He began to gently rub your pussy, stimulating your clit, sometimes sticking a finger or two inside and feeling around. As he flicked and rubbed your clit, his other hand continued to slap your ass. "You like that?" His voice was low as he went to work on you; you hummed in agreement. "Filthy wretch" He said with another slap. You whimpered at his touch and his strikes. You held on tightly to his thigh, and he spanked you hard with every moan and whimper that escaped your mouth.
You feel your climax approaching; it's like a soda bottle about to explode after being shaken before opening. You held on tighter to his thigh. "About to cum?" He growled, you nodded, out of fear he'd slap you again.
At that point, he threw you off his lap and onto the floor. "Miserable whore, did you truly think you deserved the honour? After what you did today?" He towered over you, rage still beaming in his eyes. "I wanted you to come with me because I thought you had potential; that was your chance to prove yourself that you were a warrior." He looks down at you with almost disgust. "You are no warrior, barely deserving the right to be Lin Kuei." You bowed your head; you didn't know if you were embarrassed, sad, or angry. It was all too confusing at that moment.
He stepped over you. "We will meet tomorrow, before the sun rises. And I am going to train you again and again every morning until you can prove to me you are worthy." He refuses to face you; instead, he began to take his clothes off, starting with his shirt, allowing you a moment to see his muscular back. "For now, I need to wash this filth off of me. Get out."
You slowly rose to your feet, collected your pants, put them back on, and made your way to the door. Your ass ached as you moved, your pussy still buzzed with the phantom feeling of your Grandmaster's touch. Before you walked out, you turned back one last time to him, dropping his pants, now completely naked. Your eyes go up and down at his large build as he stood silently. One of these days, you'd get revenge and spank him; his ass was firm and round enough to enjoy it too.
You then hurried out the door before he yelled at you again, rubbing your sore ass as you did. You could just tell that this would leave a mark.
--
With a grumble, Bi-Han turned on the shower in his personal bathroom. Hot water automatically jetted out of the shower head. Rubbing his neck, he groaned tiredly at how horribly today was. His plans of rebelling against Liu Kang were once again halted. He had heard of the powers the fire god kept hidden away from him, and Bi-Han wanted to have it.
That's part of the reason why he wanted you to come; he knew you wouldn't tell a soul what your mission entailed. Unfortunately, you proved more incompetent than he had hoped.
Angrily, he threw his shirt into the dirty hamper. Steam began to fill the room, engulfing the Grandmaster in its warm embrace. He reached for the pants, stained with your juices, still staining the fabric.
Bi-Han reflected even deeper today, centring you. If you continued to prove to be an incompetent warrior, then he can't just kill you, no, that would be a waste. Perhaps he'd take you as his concubine, then you'd probably serve him better.
After staring at his pants for a few more minutes, he brought them close to his face and dipped his tongue into the honey. It tasted strangely sweet. Gripping his cock, he growled lowly at the taste. "Miserable harlot!" he said under his breath as he threw it into the hamper. He angrily stared at the stiff inconvenience now standing up between his legs.
"Damn you, Y/n." He had half the mind to drag you back into here and fuck you inside the shower. He ripped back the curtain and stepped inside, welcoming the hot water as it hit his body. Maybe a cold shower would do him better at the moment.
"Y/n..." He muttered under his breath; he could still feel the remembrance of your ass as he slapped it and gripped it in his hand. "You filthy...miserable harlot..." He said one last time as he was soon engulfed in the soothing shower.
tags: bi-han being emotionally stunted but whipped for you, cum eating, teasing, manhandling/rough sex, masturbation, oral (giving and receiving), sex toys, bi-han's inflated ego, hair pulling, etc.
warnings (READ): in the second bullet of the "Pace" section, there is a scenario where bi-han assumes consent of the other individual which is one of many possible ways to characterize him and it does not happen again in any other section of the work. i am not condoning this act but felt that it portrayed him most accurately to my perception of him. if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read that section!!
word count: ~4.7k
a/n: oh my god besties i am down so atrociously for this man. this has been a wip for so long and i am SO happy it is finally seeing the light of day!! the choices i made for his characterization were very deliberate and, as i feel, accurate to the way he appears in the mk1 storyline. as always feedback is appreciated!!! enjoy :D
TEMPLATE CREDIT
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
☆ At first, Bi-Han wouldn’t be as affectionate. The most he would do for you after finishing is toss you a rag to clean yourself up and get himself ready to head to his private shower (not caring to invite you, even). But after much-needed moments of vulnerability with him and having to coax him out of his very rigid views of giving affection, he slowly became accustomed to making sure you feel comfortable after intercourse. He would take baby steps, electing to clean you up himself first and not leave immediately after. He would silently bring you a change of clothes and a cup of tea from the clan’s kitchen. Although sometimes he would just… stare at you, waiting for you to instruct him on what to do next. Like I said, baby steps.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
☆ Bi-Han’s favorite body part of his would have to be his arms. Their ability to hold you in place no matter the position and the way your hands look grasping his biceps, just barely wrapping your fingers around them, is almost too much for him. He has spent decades building the muscle, sculpting the perfect ratio of tone and bulk that he cannot help but feel prideful in how he chooses to use them. On the other hand, his favorite body part of yours is your waist. He feels it is the perfect place to hold you, to keep you steady as he has his way with you. No matter what shape your body may be, he will always keep as firm a grip as possible on your sides and relish the way you shiver under his touch.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)
☆ Bi-Han loves to cum on your face and in your mouth specifically. Whether you’re giving him head or receiving a good pounding from him, when he feels he is close he will more often than not pull out and grab your jaw. He gives it a squeeze to make your mouth drop open and give himself a few more pumps before emptying on your tongue. He loves to see the way it collects there, the way it paints your lips white and dribbles out the side of your mouth. And if the spurts miss their mark, he will collect it with his fingers and push them onto your tongue. He doesn’t want to see his seed go to waste. The sight of you licking and sucking it right off of his fingers is enough to make him hard again at times.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
☆ He thinks about what it would feel like to use his cryomancy skills inside the bedroom. All of his life he had been told to reserve his powers for the sanctity of combat, to bring honor to those before him by wielding his abilities to their fullest potential. And, more importantly, what they were intended for. But after years and years of abiding by this rule, he can’t help but wonder if there could be more that his gift could be used for other than violence. When the two of you are in the bedroom, images will flash into his mind of making his tongue cooler than usual while giving you head, generating frost on his fingers tips as they trail along your inner thighs, and breathing chilly puffs of air into the crook of your neck as he thrusts into you. But he must restrain himself. Unless, of course, you manage to somehow convince him.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
☆ Bi-Han has very little sexual experience, and it’s not entirely his fault. His entire life has been dedicated to training, to honing his skills in order to become the formidable and fierce grandmaster he is today. His father never really spoke with him about sex when he was younger, the only clues he would get coming from overhearing his brothers and clanmates in raunchy conversations as teenagers. As time passed, he learned how to satiate his own erections whenever they made their presence known, content with being able to satisfy himself quickly and efficiently. So when you came along, he was utterly clueless on how to pleasure you. This led to many teaching moments and incredible amounts of patience on your end, trying to let Bi-Han know that sex is not a race to the finish line. He would learn eventually how to be more gentle and attentive to your needs during sexual activity, what foreplay is and why it's important, and how to create intimate moments of intense connection while you two are engaged in the act. He now treats sex as something very sacred rather than a pure display of dominance and self-fulfillment, thanks to you. In summary, there’s a learning curve, but stick to it! It will be worth it in the end.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
☆ Missionary is what comes naturally to him, it was the position the two of you were in when you had sex for the first time. He has come to treasure it for that reason, but when you introduced him to different positions it was like a whole new realm of possibilities were now open to him. And because of this, he loves backshots. There’s something about the way your ass bounces and ripples against him as he holds your waist in his hands, pulling you back and forth that riles him up to no end. And when you look at him over your shoulder with that fucked-out look on your face, he has to stop himself from cumming right then and there. If he’s feeling a little more rough that night, he will wrap one of his hands around your throat/hair and pull you back, admiring the way your back arches oh so beautifully.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
☆ Serious, 100%. Like what was mentioned earlier, Bi-Han grows to view sex as an act of reverence toward himself and his partner. He will take in your body in earnest, grateful that you feel comfortable enough around someone like him to make yourself so vulnerable. That kind of trust is very important to him and he will spend the rest of his days ensuring that it is never broken. He knows he’s not the most approachable man, so the fact that you still want him through his hardened exterior and ignorance to any form of sentiment makes him feel on top of the world. Maybe once in a blue moon you will see a fleeting smirk or a small, contented smile on his face during sex if he knows he’s doing a good job.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
☆ While Bi-Han was taught basic hygiene by his father, he never really paid that much attention to his nether regions save for basic washing in the shower. The hair was an afterthought and not something that he felt he ever needed to address. He had more pressing issues to worry about. But once you had entered his life and his bedroom, he felt an inexplicable urge to make sure he looked presentable for sex (and any other occasion you were involved with, for that matter). He would begin to trim the black hair there whenever he deemed it unruly, but never down to the skin. There would still be a fair amount of hair there, but significantly more well-kept and cleaner than before. His pride would try to get in the way and tell him that he didn’t need to alter his appearance for anyone, but there’s just something you do to him that compels him to make sure he always looks his best.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
☆ Tying back into the notion that Bi-Han had misunderstood expectations of sex in the beginning, he was internally grateful that you showed him what it could be with a little help. He didn’t understand at first that during sex your partner’s pleasure is just as important as your own. Your guidance in this area helped him blossom into a man who will learn his partner’s body, who will learn just what makes you tick. He knows all of your sensitive spots, all of the places he has to touch, grab, kiss, lick, or bite to leave you begging for more. On days where he is feeling especially genuine in his appreciation for and admiration of you, he will be firm but gentle in the way he ravages you and it truly feels like lovemaking. Other times, when he is strung-out from exhausting days leading the clan as grandmaster, he will be much more rough and unforgiving. He will apologize both before and after for his behavior, but you know that he will make you feel treasured once he has had his way with you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
☆ Bi-Han, as explained before, knows how to get himself to finish. But sometimes when you’re away and he has shut himself into his chambers for the night, he will miss your presence greatly. There’s no familiar dip in the bed beside him, there’s less of your belongings strewn about his shelves and desk, and there’s an overall lack of you in his quarters. Looking towards the side of the bed you usually occupy he sighs, longing to feel you and taste you once more. Debauched images of you will flash through his mind: you on your knees in front of him, your hands on his pectorals as you bounce on his cock, the feeling of your warm skin pressed against his… he already can feel himself becoming erect. And with a frustrated huff, he shucks off his pants and practically snatches your pillow. He will stroke himself until completion, pressing his nose into the fabric that still holds your lingering scent. His orgasm grows and grows with each deep inhale of what he craves. And when he does finally release, he feels like weeping. He doesn’t know why and feels foolish for the intense display of emotion, but your absence bores a hole into his very being. He goes to bed that night wishing for your safe return (and so he can show you how much he’s missed you under the covers).
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
☆ Bi-Han enjoys controlling when you orgasm. He likes to bring you right to the edge and then reel it back, reveling in the pout on your face and the desperate moans leaving your lips. He really, really likes when you’re desperate for him and he loves to see you beg for him. It makes him feel powerful. He also likes rough sex. He gets great satisfaction out of letting his physical energy and aggression out on you as long as you are enthusiastic about it as well. Biting, slapping, scratching, and hair pulling are all on the table (and may be reciprocated as well, if you ask). He can get a bit carried away with the primal tone of it all, though, so be sure to check in with him if he needs to bring things down a notch. The last thing he wants to do is genuinely hurt you. Bi-Han also has a thing for creampies. He delights in watching his seed spill out of you and watching you squirm as he pushes it back in with his fingers and makes you lick them clean.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
☆ He prefers sex to be kept in his quarters away from people who could catch him in such a compromising position. It’s a part of your ritual at this point to keep it there not only for your and his safety but also to ensure the sanctity of it all. If you really, really beg him though, he may settle for sex in his personal shower for a change of pace. Sex between the two of you should be kept private and for each other’s viewing pleasure only.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
☆ Whenever you call him “grandmaster” in the bedroom, it will take enormous amounts of self-restraint (which most of the time doesn’t work in the first place) for him not to fuck you until the bed frame breaks. Even if the situation is not as salacious and you are simply addressing him as such, he will have a hard time not wanting to drag you to his room, what with the way you look at him like that as you speak his hard-earned title. Another thing that brings him great pleasure is watching you fight. Sometimes, he will watch you training with the other clan members in the courtyard from afar and will pop a boner at your demonstrations of strength. Knowing that you can defend yourself with ruthless might and a fierce disposition turns him on to no end. And, if you’re up for it, a little play-fighting/wrestling can work as incredible foreplay for him. He would have you pinned on the ground or against a wall with your bodies flush together to make sure you’re aware of his hard-on. He would tell you that it was your doing, too.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
☆ Bi-Han is a very dominant man. Everybody knows this. So he won’t feel comfortable doing anything where he feels like he isn’t in control (to a certain extent). He enjoys when you get on top and take your pleasure into your own hands, but he won’t be okay with bottoming or being submissive. He prefers to know that he is the one in charge at the end of the day. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy a little teasing from you now and then, though. Additionally, Bi-Han wouldn’t be okay with exploring threesomes or cuckolding. He can be very possessive, so he needs to know that you’re his and his alone. No one else should get to see you this way in his eyes. He views it as a violation of loyalty and fidelity. Bi-Han also wouldn’t be cool with being restrained, blindfolded, or anything else that would impede his ability to sense or move. Again, it’s a control thing but he also knows that he needs to be on high alert as grandmaster should anything happen to the clan while he is busy with you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
☆ Bi-Han, due to his lack of previous sexual experience before meeting you, has never had his dick sucked before. He’s definitely thought about it and how it would feel, but it paled in comparison to the first time you knelt in front of him and rubbed on his thighs before untucking his cock from the confines of his uniform. His heartbeat quickened as he watched you lean down towards his cock and give a little lick to the tip, tongue swirling around it. He lets out a groan that embarrasses him but he finds it hard to keep his composure the way you lick him from base to tip. And once you start taking him into your mouth and throat, he’s done for. He comes rather quickly that first time, but it's safe to say that he’s a big fan of blowies now.
☆ When it comes to giving head, he is also inexperienced and is unsure of what to do at first. This is where you come in and show him the ropes. He is flushed a gorgeous shade of pink as you guide him on where to touch, lick, kiss, and suck, feeling sheepish as a beginner. But when you start to let out those pretty moans and your hands grip onto his hair by the root, he slowly becomes more confident as he learns your body and what feels best for you. He would never admit it to you, but he enjoyed learning from you on how to pleasure yourself. It wasn’t necessarily a power play thing, but more so due to the fact that it was you who wanted him to make you feel good. After that, getting his mouth on you is one of his favorite things to do in the bedroom. And he never forgets what you taught him.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
☆ It will really depend on his mood and what headspace he is in during the day. If the clan is making great strides towards its prosperity and the new initiates show true promise, he will feel more generous in the bedroom and go easier on you. His touch will be gentler, his kisses more sweet, and he will overall be more passionate as he makes love to you. He would bring a more sensual atmosphere into the bedroom and even try to seduce you into his quarters when the ivory moon hangs high in the evening sky.
☆ But on other days where he is more frustrated than usual with the clan’s progress, he will throw the door to your shared room open and rip his mask off his face, tossing it away to be discovered later. If you aren’t already in bed, he will pick you up by your waist and toss you onto the mattress, fingers flying to make quick work of his uniform. Bi-Han will practically rip your clothes away, muttering something about getting you new ones at a later time. There isn’t any room for you to even speak with the utter whirlwind of events and you settle for letting him do what he needs to do. He barely spends any time prepping you, unable to control himself and the way he aches to be inside you, to manhandle you, and for you to help him satiate his rage. It’s not necessarily a hatefuck, but he will hold back on giving as much affection as you're used to.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
☆ Bi-Han isn’t a fan of quickies, as mentioned previously. Sex is reserved for his quarters and his quarters only. No one should be privy to what you two get up to behind closed doors. Even if you were keen on trying it or becoming needy throughout the day, he will shoot you a cold glare and a firm “no.” Your begging and pouting won’t work on him either, even if you are his one true weakness. He would never show it in front of his disciples, but sometimes he wants it just as much as you do. Above all else, though, he has a job to do. A clan to lead and defend. He cannot let himself give into carnal desire while on duty, seeing it as an impedance to his ambitious endeavors. He doesn’t take kindly to people getting in his way, no matter how close they are to him.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
☆ He would never do anything to gravely, truly injure you, but there was one time he put you in a headlock while thrusting into you, not even thinking about the repercussions. It wasn’t until you were choking on the last remnants of air in your throat and frantically tapping on his bicep before he realized that you weren’t enjoying it anymore, releasing you and meeting your gaze like a deer in headlights. It was that night that he learned he really doesn’t know his own strength and oftentimes he beats himself up relentlessly for it. After that, he isn’t really game for experimenting, afraid that he will once more see that terrified look in your eyes as you were catching your breath, coughing and sputtering. He lets you bring up anything you want to try from that point on, too embarrassed and wrapped up in self-deprecation to ever let himself try anything like that again.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
☆ While on duty as grandmaster he practices great self-control, his stoic demeanor an impenetrable wall as it hides his lustful yearning. But once he has clocked out for the day, he could have sex for an hour straight. However, he will gauge how long the act will last and how often you two have it based on your own communicated thresholds coupled with his own exhaustion levels. Over time he has perfected the art of not coming too quickly, thanks to the embarrassment of it happening prematurely eating him alive as the two of you began to have regular intercourse. But even if he does come relatively fast, it does not take much for him to get hard again. You’re walking perfection in his eyes and even just a lewd-laden look thrown his way can turn him on.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
☆ (Let’s pretend for a moment that you both live in an era where acquiring sex toys is a resource available to you, even if your place of residence is in the secluded Lin Kuei palace). At first, he views toys as competition. Why would you need anything other than him to satiate you? Was he not enough for your needs? When you mention it his ego can’t help but be bruised. He doesn’t understand that the toys, if you like to use them, are simply a tool to help you bring your pleasure to the next level, not a means of replacing him. It takes some convincing for him to realize that he can work with the toy, not against it. He is begrudging at first, grumbling about how his hands work just fine, but when he sees that look on your face and the noises you’re making when you hold it against yourself as he thrusts into you… he guesses he sees the appeal now.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
☆ Once acclimated to your body, Bi-Han finds teasing thrilling. In this setting he is quite literally holding the ultimate power over you, bending your pleasure to obey his every command. If he senses that you're close (which he eventually is able to based purely on the sounds you make and the look on your face), he will deliberately slow down his ministries or stop them altogether, taking more pleasure in the way you react than he’d care to admit. This teasing can last anywhere from a few minutes to half an hour depending on how much time the two of you have to yourselves. There is just something about the way you look at him all teary-eyed and desperate as you beg him to keep going that riles him up to 100%. Your hands would caress his face and shoulders, trying to grab at anything that would pull him closer to you and convince him to keep going. Eventually he will, but let him enjoy toying with your orgasm for a bit. It not only feeds into his ego that desperately demands to be validated in his competence, but it also reminds him that you trust he will give you what you want in the end. This game is all part of the fun.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
☆ To say that he is terrified of his clan hearing him make any type of noise in the bedroom is an understatement. He worries that each time it happens it will chip away at his credibility as grandmaster and give fuel to the members of the Lin Kuei clan to use against him should he ever prove himself unworthy of his title (he shudders at the mere thought). That being said, he will reserve himself to low grunts and huffs tucked up against the crook of your neck. And don’t tell a soul about this, but every so often if the pleasure overwhelms him you will hear somewhat of a whine or whimper coupled with a shuddered breath. He will swear that it never happened anytime you bring it up, but the both of you know what really went down. You don’t bring it up after that to save his pride from becoming disparaged and to not bring too much attention to it. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear that again?
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
☆ Bi-Han knows how crazy it drives you when his hair is down. Normally tied up neatly in a bun with a few loose strands, he always senses a shift in your demeanor when he unties the band and lets it fall past his shoulders, reaching up to scratch his scalp. It gives his ego a boost as he meets your awestruck gaze, feeling your eyes on him even when he turns away. And when sex is initiated while it’s down, locks will fall in front of his face as he towers over you, bouncing you onto his cock. He just looks so handsome, so sexy that you can’t help but reach your hands up and thread your fingers into the soft ebony. Normally he would chastise anyone for daring to touch his hair, but you have a different effect on him. And… well, he guesses he doesn’t hate the feeling. When you grip his hair by the root and give a soft tug, he groans softly and throws his head back, the pull driving him to pounding into you impossibly faster. He is much more lenient about you touching his hair after this. And don’t tell anyone, but he likes when you brush it for him. The door needs to be securely locked before it happens, though. The chance of anyone stepping in and witnessing the softness of it all would be severely emasculating for him.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
☆ He easily packs 6-7 inches. It’s thick and veiny, curving upwards slightly so that it bobs against his abdomen when he releases it from his clothing. The color matches his skin tone but when aroused it flushes a beautiful pink. The feeling of it inside you is not too much to the point where it’s painful but also just enough to the point where you feel full.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
☆ Bi-Han has a relatively high libido once he starts having true intercourse with you. After years of celibacy, he finally has a taste of what it feels like to give into the desires of the human body and he finds himself craving it more than he would like. Like mentioned before, he will restrain himself from giving into every craving when he is on duty, but once he has relieved himself of his post and the two of you are tucked away carefully in his quarters, everything is fair game. But during the day, while he is carrying out the next plan towards progress for the clan’s superiority, he will catch himself in occasional daydreams of having sex with you. This includes those fantasies of his that he has yet to muster up the courage to try (with your explicit permission, of course).
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
☆ Early on in your relationship, when he still wasn’t doing a stellar job with aftercare, he would fall asleep soon after cleaning himself up and getting back into bed. You thought it was precious at first, chalking it up to the now mind-shattering orgasms for him sending the man straight into dreamland. Once this feeling wore off, though, you grew frustrated at his lack of room-reading where he would have realized you wanted to fall asleep with him. Not daring to wake him up in the moment once you heard his soft snores, you resorted to letting him know about this the next night you two shared a bed. It took some doing, but through a gentle yet firm explanation of how this could be a deal-breaker for you, the baby steps he began taking in the “Aftercare” section included making sure he stayed up with you. The sleeping arrangement started with you resting your head on his chest while he slept on his back and eventually evolved into spooning, with Bi-Han curling an all-too protective arm around you from behind.
Ice and Redemption - Chapter IV: Bi han & Sektor ❄️
Notes: Bi han x reader/ Kuai Liang, Tomas
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Context: Bi Han is forced to marry a non-warrior woman upon his ascension to Grandmaster status, because she saved his father. She is everything he despises about appearances: soft, gentle... and untrained. But that is about to change.
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*The Night Before*
Bi-Han looked up, frowning. For a moment, he thought of waking you up, scolding you for your carelessness. But as he watched you, the calmness of your face struck him as… disconcerting, innocent, and vulnerable.
He remained silent, took a folded blanket from a corner, and placed it clumsily around your shoulders. Then, with measured movements, he lifted you enough to lie you down on the bed. His gestures were abrupt, tense, as if he didn't know exactly how to touch you.
When he finished, he watched you for only a few seconds longer. His lips pressed into a hard line, and he turned away without a word. He resumed his writing as if nothing had happened.
*The Next Morning*
When you woke up, the blanket was still covering you. You sat up in confusion, noticing that you were no longer at the desk but on your bed. You hadn't noticed Bi-Han standing in front of the window, arms crossed, looking out at the snowy landscape.
-It was you...- You murmured with a soft smile.-Thank you for not leaving me there.
Bi-Han turned his face slightly, his icy eyes avoiding direct contact.
-You fell asleep in the middle of important documents. I just kept you from being a nuisance- The cryomancer replied seriously.
You looked at him tenderly, not fooled by his words.
-Even if you put it that way... it was still a kind gesture-you said, smiling at him.
There was an awkward silence. Bi-Han frowned, looking outside again.
-Don't confuse convenience with kindness.- Sub-Zero said harshly.
You got up and arranged the blanket, folding it carefully. As you passed him, you whispered,
-Call it what you will, Bi-Han. I'll call it kindness,- you said sweetly, gently stroking his shoulder.
He remained motionless, not turning around, but his jaw tensed slightly. He didn't respond, because doing so would mean admitting something he wasn't yet willing to accept.
And yet, deep down, a part of him wondered why he hadn't woken you up, why he'd felt the need to cover you up.
That thought silently accompanied him for the rest of the day.
What the cryomancer couldn't understand was that because you were so cheerful despite his cold responses, how you continued to do him small favors without asking for anything in return, he found it hard to believe you were too kind. He thought you were doing it to earn his favor. He wondered how long you would reveal your true intentions, "if you had any." He doesn't know how to react to gratuitous kindness, because he's always lived by the logic of "strength and usefulness."
At the beginning of the marriage, he felt humiliated: how could his father "force" a wife on him? However, the status of Grandmaster seduced him, due to his natural ambition for leadership.
The first thing he felt toward you was silent contempt.
For Bi-Han, a wife who can't fight or contribute to the clan in combat seems like a useless "burden." Internally, he thought his father made a mistake by tying him to someone who doesn't even share the life of a warrior.
That's why your gentleness and patience puzzle him.
Sub-Zero is accustomed to tough warriors, to discipline, to blood and steel. A kind, non-combatant woman is almost incomprehensible to him.
This bothered him at first—"weakness has no place in my life," he told himself—but over time, it's also made him question whether that softness is truly weakness... or something he doesn't know how to handle.
He's torn between his ideology, "only the strong deserve a place," and what you show him: that strength can also come from kindness and resilience.
This contradiction has been forcing him to question whether his vision of the Lin Kuei is truly complete or if he's leaving out something essential.
Deep down, he began to feel something similar to what he never allowed himself: being cared for instead of always being the one who cares.
On the other hand, there was Sektor... the military, his ambition, the passion that shares his vision.
His right hand is becoming a ghost from the past, reminding him of what he thinks he should want, while you represent what he truly needs, even if he doesn't understand it.
Sektor embodies power, tough ideology, and ambition.
You embody the kindness, patience, and humanity that Bi-Han represses.
The Grandmaster is trapped between both worlds: the ice of his vision and the warmth of the woman who begins to challenge him without a fight.
"Later."
You were passing by the training grounds, where the warriors were practicing different sword stances. Kuai Liang and Tomas were supervising different groups.
You watched the disciples' movements closely, as if trying to learn something from them.
When they finished, you could hear murmurs, "What is she doing here?" "She doesn't belong here" You understood that they meant you were weak. Hearing that, you pretended to turn a deaf ear, but you hated being seen as a nuisance or a charge.
You were about to retreat until you saw Kuai Liang approaching the two of them.
-Do you have no respect for my sister-in-law?' the pyromancer said, annoyed but with a calm expression.
Before they could say anything else, Kuai Liang stepped forward.
-Retreat. Your presence has been more than enough, and I hope for your sake, the Grandmaster doesn't find out how you speak of his wife,- Scorpion finally declared, showing his toughness by protecting his sister-in-law.
They bowed, before a look of resentment for what had just happened. Even though it wasn't your fault, you didn't like how your presence generated tension in the room.
-Are you okay?- Kuai Liang asked, looking at you gently.
-Yes... thank you very much, Kuai Liang, but I don't want you to have to interfere because of me- you began, but the pyromancer raised a hand signaling for him to speak.
-Don't let others question your place. You saved the former Grandmaster. That's something that those of this clan, no matter how strong and skilled they are, failed in their duty to protect him. You showed another kind of strength by doing so,- Scorpion said peacefully, looking at you with gratitude, but with a voice loud enough for everyone present to hear.
And that's what he achieved. All eyes were on the two of you. You couldn't help but blush and smile at the situation. You could see Tomas looking at you proudly as well.
You thanked Kuai Liang again for his support. After training, you and Tomas walked out into the courtyard.
They treated you like part of their family.
When Kuai Liang first met you, he felt immediate gratitude. For him, his father's life is sacred, and you represent the family bond that still unites him. He sees you as noble, honorable, and brave.
Tomas, for his part, feels a tender admiration for you, a genuine affection, even protectiveness, because you represent the kind of goodness he values and fears losing within the Lin Kuei.
In the first weeks of your stay, he was the first to approach you (before your wedding) and form a bond of trust with you.
While you were talking, you could see Bi Han in the distance, walking through the temple corridors, talking with Sektor. Your father-in-law had told you about her.
You saw him so comfortable. Did he even look smiling? A mixture of insecurity and maybe...jealousy reached you.
Will you ever manage to make him feel as comfortable with you? Why does she make you so insecure?
-Is everything okay, Y/N?- Kuai Liang asked, staring at you, then turning to see where your eyes were pointing.
Scorpion, seeing that image, understood everything... Sektor wasn't to his liking.
-It's not that I want to seem possessive, but... Should I be worried about Sektor?- You asked, looking at your hands, which were playing with some herbs you had gathered.
-Sektor is Bi Han's right-hand woman... she shares his vision for the Lin Kuei, which is why Bi Han keeps her as his confidant- Scorpion said, without answering your question, as if deep down he suspected something he didn't want to confirm about his older brother.
-Don't worry, if he were to be unfaithful to you, Kuai Liang would take over as Grandmaster... right?- Tomas asked, seeking confirmation from his brother.
-Indeed, but don't worry, Y/N. Bi Han wouldn't allow himself to take that risk, especially in front of his disciples. If he did, they would question his authority- the pyromancer finally said, reassuring you.
You looked at him, your eyes shining with a mixture of fear and determination.
-And what should I do?- you asked.
Kuai Liang took a deep breath, as if weighing every word.
-Don't compete with Sektor. You won't be able to win on his ground. The only thing you can do... is stand firm, show that you won't back down even if he ignores you. That will be your true power.- The pyromancer left you.
You nodded. While that calmed you, you could feel that this woman could give something to your husband that you couldn't.
*The Next Morning*
The early morning was silent in the Lin Kuei temple. You had woken up feeling uneasy. Bi-Han wasn't in the room, and the absence of his distant warmth, his deep breathing, made you suspect something was wrong.
You walked through the dark corridors, following the faint glow of lit torches in a section that should have been empty at that hour. You stopped in front of the training room. There, amid shadows and stifled gasps, you heard voices.
You barely opened the door and saw him;
Bi-Han, his mask removed, standing too close to Sektor. His strong hands held the woman's face with a familiarity that was impossible to misinterpret. And before he could turn around, she caught sight of them merging into a kiss filled with tension and repressed rage.
Your breath caught in your throat. You took a step back, but the creaking of the wood beneath his feet gave you away. They both turned toward the entrance.
-..You,- Bi-Han whispered, freezing.
Seeing you.
Time seemed to stand still. You looked at him, your face drawn, your eyes brimming with tears, but your voice firm and full of courage.
-Is this what you were hiding?- You asked, your throat tight.
Sektor, with a cold smile, slowly stepped back.
-You should feel honored- Sektor said with venom in his voice. - You're married to a Grandmaster. But the Lin Kuei needs more than a weak woman at its side."
You clenched your fists, ignoring the provocation, and stared only at your husband.
Bi-Han breathed heavily, unable to meet your gaze. His Grandmaster mask seemed to crack for the first time.
-It wasn't... planned, but what you see... doesn't change who you are to me.- the cryomancer managed to say, his tone deep and husky.
You took a step back, as if those words were a blow.
-Of course it changes. I swore to share my life with you, to give you my loyalty... And you condemn me to live like an object, while you share the most intimate things with another -You said, hurt. Although you didn't want to challenge his authority, you couldn't act as if nothing was happening.
The silence became unbearable. The ice on the floor crunched beneath his feet. Bi-Han tried to come closer, but you moved further away, trembling, stopping him.
-Don't ask me for obedience, or silence. It's not fair to me- you said firmly, tears streaming down your cheeks.
The Grandmaster stood still, torn between fury and an invisible wound that pierced him. Sektor watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curved in a satisfied smile, as if this discovery were another piece in his plan.
You turned around, your silhouette disappearing into the darkness of the hallway. Bi-Han reached out toward you, but couldn't find the words to stop you.
For the first time in a long time, the Grandmaster felt he had lost something that not all the power of the Lin Kuei could restore, hating the vulnerability he suddenly felt exposed before someone who shouldn't have power over him.
For the next days, Bi-Han shut down completely. He wouldn't look at you, he wouldn't touch you, he wouldn't speak a word beyond what was necessary. The punishment was his silence, as sharp as his coldness. You tried not to break. However, one day you finally broke. You were alone, far from your family, with a husband who was cold to you, and those in the clan still saw you as an outsider... your mind had collapsed.
It was Tomas who found you and held you. When he asked you what was wrong, you told him the truth, but begged him not to tell anyone else.
During that day, Tomas also opened up to you. He told you his story about how his family died and how he had been taken in by the former Grandmaster.
You felt bad for crying; your problems now seemed minimal compared to Smoke's entire story.
But one thing became clear to you: both of you were welcomed by the Lin Kuei, and they would support each other.
In those days, you understood what it meant to have taken Sub-Zero's hand: that he had left behind his feelings for Sektor. He had buried that part of himself under layers of duty, ambition, and ice. And although the betrayal had hurt you, you began to see it differently: perhaps he, too, was a prisoner.
*In the Afternoon*
The tension in the Lin Kuei was felt in every corner, like a taut rope about to snap.
It was Kuai Liang who finally snapped when he saw you crying alone, trying not to be seen in the morning. He intercepted him in the training hall, when Bi-Han had finished training a group of recruits. The younger one, his voice heavy with reproach.
-Brother, do you want to kill your wife out of anguish?- Scorpion said harshly.
Silence fell immediately. Bi-Han turned slowly, and with just that icy stare, dismissed the recruits, who practically ran away. The two stood face to face.
-What does this insolence mean, Kuai Liang?- The older one replied, with that tone that could subdue anyone.
But Kuai Liang didn't back down.
-It means you've become a ghost in your own home. You spend more time with Sektor than with her. Your wife is waiting for you, Bi-Han. And she's not just any woman! She saved our father's life; every day she treats you with love and respect. I see how hard she works. Is this how you repay her? With abandon?- The pyromancer said indignantly.
Bi-Han felt rage boiling in his blood. He took a step forward, invading his brother's space, and glared at him with icy contempt.
-You have no right to question how I conduct my life or my marriage. I am the Grand Master. My priorities are not family dinners or small talk. My duties are to the Lin Kuei- the cryomancer replied.
-Or to Sektor?- Kuai Liang shot back, almost spitting the words at him.
The blow was accurate, straight to the wound. Bi-Han hadn't expected it, and for a moment, his face hardened too quickly, as if he needed to reinforce the mask so his brother wouldn't see what he was hiding. His eyes flashed with icy fury.
-Watch your tongue, Kuai liang if you hint at that again… *that*… I will not respond as a brother, but as a Grandmaster - He warned, his voice deep and laden with threat.
Kuai Liang took a step back, but not out of fear. He looked at him with pity, with the air of someone who sees the man he admires disappear into his own shadows.
-So you no longer speak like Bi-Han, my brother. You speak like someone who has forgotten who he is.- Scorpion finally said. And with that, he left him alone, with a silence that weighed more than any blow.
Bi-Han remained motionless for a long time, breathing heavily. Sektor’s name hovered in his head, like a dagger stuck inside him. And deep down, what tore him apart most was not the accusation, but the certainty that his brother was right. He spent more time with Sektor, sought his company, his advice… even his gaze.
His wife, the woman waiting for him, was the reflection of what he should be: duty, honor, lineage. Sektor, on the other hand, represented what Bi-Han secretly desired: ambition, power, and a bond that never stopped burning, even though he tried to smother it.
That night, when he returned to his chambers, he found his wife asleep, waiting for him as always with a hot infusion on the table. Something inside the cryomancer stirred: a discomfort, a pang of guilt mixed with a resentment he didn't understand. He didn't want to accept that you were trying to enter a heart he believed to be too hardened.
You didn't give up, even though Bi-Han was rarely in his room and seemed more distant with each passing day. You continued to make an effort with small gestures: preparing a hot tea for him on the nights he returned late, discreetly embroidering the Lin Kuei emblem on his clothes, waiting for him for dinner even if you ended up falling asleep at the table. You didn't pressure him with words, but your patience spoke for yourself.
But you knew that wouldn't be enough, so if there was anything you had to do, it was lose your pride, even if he didn't deserve it.
One night when the silence was unbearable, you bravely approached Bi-Han. He was sitting at his desk, jotting down strategy plans. You took a deep breath and approached him.
You gently touched his shoulder, signaling for him to look at you. At one point, he pretended not to see you, but then you knelt beside him, trying to meet his gaze. A gesture he couldn't ignore, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.
-Bi-Han... If because of me you had to bury what you felt for Sektor... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to become your curse- You said sweetly, trying to touch his heart.
Bi-Han didn't move at first. His eyes remained fixed on you, as if your eyes offered him a way out. Inside him, the ice cracked. He hated those words because they were true. He hated even more that you had seen him, that you had understood what he never dared to confess.
He turned slowly, his face a mask, cold, impenetrable. But there was a moment—just a moment—when his gaze wavered. A pause that was too long before he spoke.
-You are my wife, you owe me no apologies, you are doing your duty.- His voice was low and grave.
With that, he looked away, as if seeing you head-on exposed himself too much.
That was the closest thing to an apology.
You watched him silently, and although his words had been harsh, you managed to sense it: that brief hesitation, that second when the ice had broken.
You truly felt like a great weight had been lifted off your shoulders. For some reason, you smiled again, because the tension that had separated you these days was gone.
For the first time, you understood that Bi-Han, under the full weight of the Grandmaster and his duty, was also bleeding inside. And although he would never admit it, in that instant you witnessed the contradiction that consumed him: a man who had sacrificed everything for power and lineage, and who secretly mourned what he had lost.
*The Next Day*
The training yard was filled with warriors practicing in the snow. You had accompanied Bi-Han, watching silently from the sidelines. Although your presence was discreet, some regarded you with a certain distrust: you were not a combatant, nor a Lin Kuei by birth.
One of the young warriors, seeking to show off to his companions, muttered loud enough to be heard:
"What's she doing here? The Grandmaster is distracted by a useless woman..."
The low laughter of a couple of recruits followed him.
Bi-Han, who was in the center supervising the practice, stopped immediately. Silence fell like an icy weight on the courtyard. He advanced slowly until he stood before the insolent young man, who tried unsuccessfully to meet his gaze.
-Useless?- The Grandmaster's voice was an icy edge.
The warrior swallowed, hesitating.
-I-I just said...-He tried to explain.
-You dare question my judgment, and worse, insult someone under my protection- Bi-Han interrupted, his tone icy and utterly silent.
The boy Chlowered his head, immediately kneeling.
-Forgive me, Grandmaster! It won't happen again.- He wanted to explain
-You are exiled. You're lucky my decision wasn't more lethal, and the rest are forbidden to speak to him again, and let that be clear... If I find out you question my wife's presence again, I won't be so merciful.- The cryomancer said, threatening everyone.
Bi-Han watched him for a few more seconds, then, with a wave of his hand, ordered him to leave.
-Does anyone else have an opinion?-He asked, looking at everyone present. No one else in the courtyard dared to even breathe.
He turned to you, his eyes still hard.
-Don't listen to fools. Your presence here is not up for discussion- Bi-Han said as he straightened your cloak.
You looked at him in surprise and gave him a small, grateful smile.
-Thank you, Bi-Han You didn't have to...- You began to say, proud of him.
But he interrupted you coldly.
-Don't mistake this for kindness. An insult to you is an insult to me. I will not allow such dishonor in my clan- Sub-Zero said, trying to downplay his actions.
But although his voice was harsh, you managed to notice something else in his eyes: a spark of genuine anger, not only at the lack of respect for the title, but at the audacity of hurting you.
You bowed your head, a gleam in your eyes.
-I understand. Still... I appreciate it- You said, caressing his hand.
Bi-Han turned back to the warriors, ignoring your thanks. But deep down, something in his chest burned differently: a mixture of pride and protective rage that he couldn't openly acknowledge. Kuai Liang and Tomas looked at him with an admiration they hadn't felt in a long time.
*Hours Later*
Bi-Han entered the temple's central courtyard, seeking a moment of calm. Deep down, he recognized that despite what happened with Sektor, you had never used it against him, nor had you accused his father, when you perfectly could have...but you didn't.
There, to his surprise, was you. You had lit small oil lamps, illuminating the space with a soft warmth that contrasted with the coldness of the surrounding ice.
Seeing him, you stood up with a shy smile.
-I didn't mean to disturb you... I just came to clear my head-You told him, about to leave.
Bi-Han watched you silently. He wasn't angry, but he also didn't know how to address the vulnerability your mere presence generated in him. He didn't know how to apologize for what happened with Sektor; his pride wouldn't allow it.
After a few seconds, he reached out a hand in the air. A flick of his palm caused the surrounding steam to condense, and within seconds, a delicate snowflake crystallized in his palm. Then, he released it, and it floated gently to land in front of you.
Your eyes sparkled with wonder. You took a step forward and, without holding back, clapped softly like a child.
-It's beautiful!- you exclaimed. -It's the first time I've seen real magic.
Bi-Han looked at you in surprise, not at your words, but at the sincerity with which you spoke. No one applauded its power. No one celebrated it. It had always been seen as a weapon, as an instrument. But you... you saw it as something wonderful.
For an instant, a memory flashed through his mind: his mother's face, warm, smiling at him when, as a child, he had accidentally frozen a small fountain in the garden. His mother had laughed and hugged him, telling him that ice could be as beautiful as it was dangerous. That same tenderness was in his wife's eyes now.
His chest tightened. He said nothing, but his eyes softened slightly. He stepped closer and, with a gesture, extended his hand for you to take. This time, it wasn't the Grandmaster who was imposing himself, but the man who, silently, remembered that he had once been a son, and that someone had celebrated what he was.
You took his hand without hesitation, and he allowed it to remain there, sharing a different silence: not cold, but something that threatened to melt the ice from within.
cw: 18+, smut, afab!reader, threesomes, cheating, y/n is cheating on bi han with...bi han?, getting caught, rough sex, praise kink, degradation kink, shame kink (?), mean bi han, name calling, cursing, big dick bi hans (lol), caught in the act, possessiveness, spanking, choking kink, oral (m!recieving), double penetration, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!)...
wc: 1.7k
You really really didn't know how you ended up here. Cheating was something you utterly despised and yet here you were, in the arms of another man with his cock seated so deep inside you, you can feel it in your womb.
It wasn't really another man. Well, not really. It was still Bi Han, just not your Bi Han. He felt the same. The same build and same sexy voice, but his personality? Only thing that distinguished this Bi Han from yours.
Your partner was often mad and annoyed at everything. He was full of negativity and despair, and yet you loved every part of him. He wasn't always mean to you. Yes, he was often short tempered but you really didn't mind.
Sometimes it greatly pissed you off, because you were only human after all. It just so happened that that sometimes was today, so is this really your fault?
If he hadn't pissed you off to the point of breaking maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe you wouldn't find solace in a much nicer version of your partner. Maybe you wouldn't enjoy getting split open by his huge dick as much as you do.
"Yeah baby, just like that...fuck" he huffed right in your ear. You back against his as he had you in a full nelson. Your moans growing louder in pitch as he's hitting all of your sweet spots. You really didn't expect to enjoy it this much.
What you didn't expect the most though, was getting caught. The slam of the door snapped you back to reality, your moans caught dead in your throat, not daring to escape and your legs closing shut at the sound.
You felt the body behind you go stiff as both your heads turn to look at the person interrupting. You, of course, knew exactly who the culprit was and as you began to see the furious expression on his face, your whole body filled with shame and guilt.
"What. the. fuck." venom spilled from every word he said as he walked towards you two, obviously enraged. "What the fuck is going on? You weren't satisfied enough so you go and fuck this loser version of me? What a pathetic whore"
Your mouth agape as you take in his words, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. "My love...it's not what it looks like, I swear!" you tried explaining, even though you didn't even believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth. It was exactly what it looked like.
Shame filled your whole body under the gaze of your lover, who was staring directly at you, not paying his variant any mind. Almost as if he's not even here.
A thousand thoughts running through your head as he grows silent. The air so thick and awkward you wish this was a stupid dream. You felt hyperaware of your surroundings. The way Bi Hans knee brushes your back, the way you are still naked and exposed and the most embarrassing, the way you're absolutely soaked and turned on even now.
Unfortunately for you, it seems you weren't the only one who noticed. "God. You're turned on even now? One cock up your pussy wasn't enough, so now you're oogling us both?" your lover said with a gaze as fierce as ever and a tone so condescending.
You felt the heat spread to your face and ears at the embarrassing comment made by him, as you shyly looked around at both Bi Hans. The other version of your partner had a smirk, his cock still sitting tall and proud at the whole encounter happening before him.
However, you two weren't the only one who were turned on. Your gaze moved down to your lovers pants as you noticed a painfully tight bulge in his crotch area, signaling that he secretly enjoys the scene before him.
Before you could register what was happening, your lover made it swiftly across the room and crashed your lips together. His hand was placed harshly on your jaw, a warning not to disobey him.
His other version wasn't slacking off either. As Bi Han was roughly kissing you, his hand made it's way around you kneading one of your breasts. The gentle and almost romantic way he did that was the complete opposite of a rough kiss shared with your lover. It made your head spin and your pussy even wetter. You loved it.
"God, you're such a slut. It's truly pathetic." Bi Han said lowly between kisses, leaving you whimpering into his mouth. The pleasure was subtle yet it made you go crazy. They didn't even do anything, and yet your mind was completely gone.
"Come on. darling. Let us make you feel good." variant Bi Han purred in you ear, as his other version was pulling you off his lap and placing you on your knees above the covers.
With your lover behind you, and his polar opposite in front of you, you felt anticipation grow in your stomach. All of the nervousness now replaced with extreme excitement. You just couldn't wait for what's to come.
Bi Han began undressing as you stared down at the other mans cock, mouth watering at the sight of him. He was exactly the same as your Bi Han. The same length, same grith, the same slight upward curve and even the same vein going all the way from his tip to the hilt.
Your observation was shortly interrupted by a pair of hands roughly grabbing your hips. "You're probably already stretched loose by this bastard here. Bet I can just slide right in." and true to his word, Bi Han did just that, basically making you scream.
No matter how many times you take him, or even how many prep he gives you, you will always be surprised at the stretch he offers you.
He didn't even give you any time to get used to him, quickly pounding into you at a pace he likes, causing you to fall forward onto your hands.
When you looked up in front of you, you were met with an incredibly hard dick and a smug smirk coming from the man who looked like your partner. "Would you open up your mouth for me, sweetheart?"
You obeyed him, opening your mouth and letting him slide right into your throat. The feeling of him on your tongue was heavy and your jaw tight from being opened so wide.
Both cocks hammered into your holes, setting a brutal pace. And yet, one had a sweetness to it while the other was downright abusive. They were like two sides of the same coin. So different and yet so alike at the same time.
The pleasure was intense. Your core was burning as you clenched and gagged around the cocks entering you. Your eyes stung with tears as the pleasure slowly became unbearable.
"Baby, you're doing so well for us." one Bi Han exclaimed, lifting you up by the hair and giving you some time to catch a breath. "Fuck...such a fucking slut. Clenching around me so hard while having another dick in your mouth. You're so nasty." the other Bi Han, however, seems to disagree.
Both degradation and praise left you overwhelmed. Your lovers degradation filled you with shame that made your privates grow wetter by the second, meanwhile your lovers variant sweet words laced with honey left your heart melting and stomach fluttering.
The cock inside of you kept such a brutal pace. You felt every drag of he vein on the upper side of his cock against your walls. His mushroom tip hitting so aggressively deep inside you, you're sure it will bruise your cervix.
The cock inside your mouth was slightly less brutal but still held that impatience for release. He would let you come up for air every few moments but whenever he enters again he pushes so deep down your throat that you can't breath for a second.
With every push of each cock comes your muffed whine. The sound only egging them on to continue chasing their highs.
"Look at you, baby. Taking us both so well." the man above you said more to himself. You could tell he was close by the way his cock slightly twitched in your mouth and the way his thrusts became more shallow.
You also noticed that he wasn't the only one close. Your lover picked up his pace and started groaning, a habit of his that you've come to learn.
You gotta admit. you weren't that far behind them either. Basically being used as a sex toy by your boyfriend and an exact replica of him was like a dream come true.
All of your senses became so overwhelmed from the moment your boyfriend caught you in such a promiscuous position. It was terribly arousing.
With one last push down your womb, your boyfriend spilled his seed deep inside you, some even leaking out of you as he rode out his high. Just as you registered what was happening, the cock in your mouth pulled out and started shooting it's own seed out, the droplets of cum hitting your face.
The intense feeling and the sudden shame of the situation were the last push you needed before the knot in your stomach exploded and a creamy texture started dripping down your thighs.
Before you could come down from your orgasm, the man above you started gently scooping his cum off your face. "Open." he left no room for argument. You opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers, forcing you to lick the remains of cum off of them.
"There we go. That's good, sweets." his hand now caressing your cheek gently. The sweet moment lasted only a second long as you were harshly lifted by your hair. Your back hit a muscular chest as you hissed in pain.
"Forgot about me? Don't you think we are finished just yet. I don't quite believe you've learned your lesson." your still furious lover basically growled into your ear.
His tip teasingly started rubbing your folds again as you tiredly tried to fight out of his grip. "Quit fighting. We're not done yet." he mockingly said.
The fatigue in your muscles fighting with itself as you gave up and gave your boyfriend exactly what he wanted. You knew there's no escaping him, so you just prayed that you could even move tomorrow let alone walk.
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a/n: This was requested so I hope you guys like this great idea!! Also, sorry for the inactivity, a lot of shit has happened this past few months I think I'll go crazy </3
Summary: Bi-Han is the easiest man to ragebait that you know. And you feed on his anger. It’s even funnier when you know he’ll never act on his threats.…right?
Warnings: Suggestive. Minors DNI. Slight canon divergent, still an asshole but didn’t betray his brothers. Smut on part 2!
Wc: 1.3k
A/N: Dividers by @thecutestgrotto ! / Making this into two parts because I'm excited about this story and I don't want to wait until it's complete to post it lol. Probably some mistakes because english it's not my first language! Enjoy!
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Bi-Han didn’t like social events.
In fact, he hated them.
But he understood that they were necessary to keep good relationships with other clans. And he understood that he, as grandmaster of his own clan, had to be present. The truth that he understood those facts didn’t make them more bearable. He still hated them.
He hated them even more when you were present.
You, one of Liu Kang’s champions, his protégé. More like stuck up, prideful, arrogant, self-important, opinionated little princess. He couldn’t stand you. And to make matters worse, Bi-Han’s brothers loved you, so they always made sure that you were personally invited when the reunions were at their estate. Because even his family was against him.
So here you were, with your unapologetic smile and magnetic presence, at his home. The look of you made him sick. How else could he describe the heavy weight on his stomach that he felt every time that he looked at you?
Bi-Han was standing on a corner of the patio, away from the guests. The less people who approached him the better. He would rather observe than interact. And he could see that the people were having a great time. He did not get it. What did they find in all this meaningless fun? They all could be doing better things with their time. Things like training, or meditating, or not bothering him at his own home.
He tried to keep an eye on everyone, concentrate on all their actions, but he kept looking back at you. Your strong presence attracted a lot of people, you never found yourself alone. The complete opposite of Bi-Han. Right now you were talking with his brothers, always with a smile on your face, he felt like you were laughing at every word that his brothers spoke. The weight on his stomach got heavier every time your head fell back on another big laugh. His brothers were not that amusing. His constant frown deepened as he forced himself to look away.
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You, on the other side, maybe had a teeny tiny crush on the angry man, and what about it? He was hot, his temper aside. And you knew he would never reciprocate your feelings, so how did you cope? You annoyed him. On purpose. What else could you do? Cry about it? No, sir. You learned your ways from your friend Johnny himself.
You especially liked how his brows scrunched when you said something he found surprisingly stupid, which apparently was every two words that you uttered. And let’s not talk about his biceps, you could talk about them for hours if someone asked. And his slutty little strand of hair? The one that always fell over his forehead? Gods…
But definitely, your favorite thing about the man was how easy he was to annoy. You breathed too loud? He got mad. You shared your opinion on a reunion about strategies? Mad. You grazed his arm, accidentally? Furious. His ego was so inflated that everything got to him, and you adored the fact.
That's why once your friends got distracted talking to people from another clan, you took the opportunity to discreetly vanish from their side, and went looking for the man in questions.
It wasn’t hard to find him, the man was big and imposing, and standing awkwardly in a corner of the patio.
“Bi-Han.” You called his name as a greeting, leaning against the pillar beside him.
“Address me with respect.” He grunted instantly.
“Hm? How’s that?”
“I am the leader of the Lin Kuei. Address me accordingly.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“You want me to call you grandmaster? You’re not my grandmaster."
“It’s out of respect.” He was starting to get annoyed. More annoyed.
“I’m one of Liu Kang’s champions, and you don’t see me holding it over your head.” You said lightly, rocking back and forth on your place.
“That means nothing to me.” His voice was cold, so was the look he sent you as he uttered the words. Everyone else would have already apologized and escaped. Not you though, you were just starting to feel the thrill.
“Funny, that’s how I feel towards your title too.”
“Im getting tired of your insolence.” He spat angrily, walking menacingly towards you. “I should teach you some respect.”
“How? You want to fight me? In the middle of a party?” You asked, looking up at him with innocence on your face. “That would not look so good, would it? Even worse when the host is the one starting the fight. Let’s not ruin everyone’s night, yeah?” You pouted sarcastically. He felt his blood run hotter at your little act. “Besides, you know I’d win.” You patted his arm, but he grabbed your wrist harshly before you could take your hand away and pulled you even closer.
“What was that?” He whispered darkly in your face. He was at his limit with your impertinence.
“You know I could take you.” You answered, not losing your ground. You felt his cold breath against your face as he let out a dark laugh.
“Take me, huh?” You opened your eyes in shock.
“Y-you know I didn’t mean it lik-like that.” You stutter as you tried to back away from him, but you were met with the pillar at your back. He liked finally being the one to force a reaction out of you.
“Do I?” He asked, almost in a whisper, leaning even closer to you.
“I-I mean. I could too. But that is not what I was talking about.” You uttered under your breath, looking away. Now you were just saying anything. He saw the way your face turned red and he felt good about it.
He had never felt the pleasure of having power over you before. You never backed down from confrontation with him, you sought it, he had noticed. So the way you furiously blushed and looked away at his words and closeness, made an idea appear on his mind.
He stood up straight again, but kept the closeness. He looked down his nose at you. You tried to make eye contact again, tried to stand strong, but his severe face made you look away.
He looked hot from your position! You’ve never been this close before.
He decided at that moment to pull you away from the pillar by your shoulder. He turned you away from the party and began pushing you in the direction of the main house. His hand cold against your back. You at first tripped by the sudden movement, but quickly catched up with his speed.
“Where are you taking me?” You asked quietly over your shoulder. You didn’t want to draw attention to your current situation.
He felt a shiver going up his spine at the slight panic in your voice. He kept a straight face and kept walking, with his hand secured on your back so you wouldn't escape. Once you went into the main hallway of the house, he walked straight to his office.
He opened the door and pushed you inside with little force. He followed and closed the door behind him, then leaned against it. You looked at him with a hundred questions written on your face. And a thousand on your mind.
Did he bring you here to fight you without disrupting the guests? You were not so sure that you would actually win against him. You were just bluffing to annoy him! Was he going to kill you? You were sure he would love that.
“Show me.” He said, interrupting your train of thoughts.
“Show you what?”
“Show me that you can actually take me.” His voice lacked the harsh commanding tone that usually held, but the order was there.
You could only look at him with wide eyes and a hot face. Was he serious?
The smile that appeared on his face at your lack of response answered you, he was just messing with you. He loved the feeling of finally winning. You hated the feeling of losing, especially to him. So you made a decision, one that would put you on top of the boldness scale again.
You walked towards him with purpose. And once you were in front of him, you dropped to your knees. His smile faded instantly.
“What are you doing?” He asked brusquely.
“This was your idea, Bi-Han. Don’t back down now.” And you reached for his belt.
