・・・☆・mdni・smut・in my missing him hours... i just think bi-han would love skin contact
Bi-Han’s weight is pressing you into the mattress from above, his heavy breaths by your ear. His hips giving slow but forceful thrusts, purposefully teasing against all your favourite spots. It’s so incredibly intimate how close he is to you, abs rubbing against your back.
It’s so overwhelmingly good that you want to crawl away from him but he’s so big on top of you that you’re not moving a single inch from under him.
Whining out weakly to him, “Bi-Han, you’re to–too heavy– hnn–”
“Shut up,” his voice gruff and almost as ruined as yours, “just be good for me and keep taking it like this.”
Teeth nipping against your ear lobe, arms on top of yours and tucking in closer. Lewd and wet sounds of him fucking your cunt sloppy and despite how embarrassed you feel, your hole is gripping him tighter, swallowing him in desperately.
You’re a mess, throbbing and itching for it, trying to bounce your hips back onto him but still his heavy body and weighted thrusts keep you pinned. The fact you can only take it is driving you wild, it’s slow and precise and it has you melting for him.
“You really like it right here, huh?” he mumbles low right as he fucks into a spot that has your eyes rolling and mouth dropping in a moan, a soft amused but turned on chuckle leaving him.
You’re gripping him so tight that he feels insane, breathing heavy as he tries to keep his pace steady and strong, fighting every urge to fuck you hard and fast. Spine shuddering as your eyes glisten with unshed tears, all pretty and fucked out for him. It’s endearing to him, how you’re drooling onto the pillow below from how good he’s making you feel.
Voice stuttered and so completely ruined when you whine out to him, “Bi-Han– ah!– I’m gonna c–”
“–Go on, cum as much as you want,” his lips press to your temple, “cause I’m not done fucking you until you can’t form a single word.”
Pairing: Bi-Han/Reader
Authors Note: I look at this man and I can’t decide if I want him to choke me with his biceps or put him on his knees and make him call me mommy 🫠
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Bi-Han becomes extremely tender after sex, almost as if he’s a different person. When it’s just you two, bodies intertwined beneath the sheets, your head resting on his chest as you both slowly catch your breath, he can’t find it in himself to deny your beauty.
Your favorite moments are these, when the room is quiet save for the sound of the night and the rumble in his chest, when nothing matters except for you and Bi-Han. You live for these moments, revel in the way he softly strokes your hair and leaves kisses at your temple, the faintest smile gracing his normally stoic features.
The responsibility of Grandmaster is a tiring one, what you would give to be spoiled like this every day, to wake up and know that your boyfriend is waiting for you each morning, but perhaps that’s selfish to think about. For now, you can rest easy knowing that if nothing else, you can indulge in Bi-Han’s embrace now.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Bi-Han would be a liar if he said the sight of your ass in a nice pair of pants didn’t draw his attention. He sometimes thinks you do it on purpose, the way your hips sway when you walk past, enticing not only him but any man who becomes witness to your antics. It’s a point of pride to know that all they can do is watch and imagine while he is the only one in the world allowed to touch you, but it doesn’t still the jealousy within him when he knows the sight of you is enough to bring the attention of others. Perhaps he’ll teach you a lesson once he’s finished with his duties.
As for himself, it’s his hands. Hands that were trained for battle, hands that were trained to kill, he is very proud of his abilities. Recently his pride has been inflated when you mentioned you like his hands, not for their skill but for their size. Large enough to hold your close, or to press you further into the mattress.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Possibly his most favorite feeling in the world is being able to cum inside you, watch the mess that slides from between your folds and onto the bed in a messy puddle. The sight of you fucked out and delirious, his own seed staining the sheets is enough to drive him mad. More often than not it inspires him to fuck you harder.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He secretly loves that you’re feisty, that you give him a hard time and you’re quick to disagree with him. He grew up as the first born son and because of that he’s been surrounded by those who simply take his words at face value. It’s led to a very boring life, but then you steamrolled through it, stubborn thing that you are; You don’t hesitate to talk back, make it a point of interest to call him out when he’s being an asshole, and in his eyes it only makes him love you even more. He hates the idea of a partner who just listens to him like the other Lin Kuei do, so your attitude is very refreshing.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Bi-Han’s had sex before, but solely for the pleasure of it, not because of any romantic inclination. In his mind he needed to fulfill an urge, and once he had his fill the lady of his choice would leave; a purely transactional exchange.
That being said, he is at the very least grateful for his previous encounters as they allow him to use what he’s learned on you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It depends on his mood that night. If he’s feeling more romantic he’ll take his time with some missionary, letting every last inch of him sink into your needy cunt, his deep groans loud in your ears. Bi-Han has never been one for mindless praise, so when the only thing that leaves his mouth is pure adoration you know in your heart he means every word.
However, if you’ve been acting like a brat? He’s teaching you a lesson, a master of discipline as the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster. Face down, ass up, back arched, and it’s going to stay that way until he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson or until your legs give out, to which he’ll drape himself over you and fuck you until it hurts to breathe.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
While he might be more relaxed when it’s just the two of you, he is definitely not making jokes during sex, it’s almost scary how serious he is about your pleasure. He doesn’t understand the need for comedy with such an intimate affair and he might even take offense.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is extremely groomed, from his face to his pubes. He has a regular grooming schedule and it’s a common sight to see him in the bathroom with a razor in hand.
“Bi-Han?” You call out sleepily, unaware of your husband’s whereabouts.
A hum, and a quiet “In here.” Is enough to give you an idea. Your feet slowly paddled across the floor, and in the bathroom you see him slowly going over his face with a razor.
You enjoy the moment for what it is before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with facial hair.”
“It is easier to wear a mask without hair in the way,” he says bluntly. You agree with him, but can’t help but tease him a bit more.
“If it matters, I think you’d look good with a beard.”
His hands stop just for a second before moving again, the faintest smile on his lips. “I will keep that in mind.”
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
You wouldn’t expect it, but he is surprisingly romantic during the deed. Sex is a private occasion, unlike what happens outside your bedroom Bi-Han allows himself to be vulnerable, to let his emotions run rampant. It often results in a very intimate affair where he can finally express himself to you without any fear of judgement, where he can kiss you to his hearts content and admire your beauty up close without the weight of Grandmaster on his shoulders.
If you told anyone they’d have a hard time believing it, but Grandmaster Bi-Han is secretly a softy, at least where you’re concerned. Even if he seems standoffish in public, you know better.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before you two were dating he would find himself dreaming of you in various compromising positions to the point that he felt angry at both himself for indulging in those thoughts, and you for occupying them.
There would always be a pang of guilt that ran through him knowing that he just touched himself to the thought of you, but he truly couldn’t help himself—you were just too much of a distraction.
After you two become a couple he’s become far more accepting of his needs, but even so he’d prefer you were there to assist him, so he can wait for a while.
The entire day has been trying, from morning to night Bi-Han hasn’t had a moments peace, not as long as you were around.
He thinks maybe you are a witch, that you’ve casted some kind of spell on him, a vile magic that makes his heart beat faster and his tongue turn to lead. Racing thoughts of you and only you.
Your words, your touch, your body—it’s enough to distract him, and nothing distracts him.
The entire day is trying, so when he falls to the bed and thinks of you again, his hands immediately falls towards his cock to rectify the issue.
He curses his weakness, his shirt sandwiched between his teeth, a feeble attempt to stifle his moans. He curses you in the same breath, you and your haunting figure. Faster and faster does his hand move against his hard cock, until his racing mind is filled with thoughts of you milking him for all he’s worth.
Before he’s awash with pleasure, trembling with satisfaction, the last thing he curses is himself for being too cowardly to admit his desire for you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding: He wants kids, he wants you to know he wants kids, and he wants you to know how good you would look with a belly full of them. Even if you’re not ready for kids or you’re taking birth control it’s not going to stop him from coming inside you, his idea of aftercare is running two fingers between your dripping cunt, stuffing you full of them and kissing your tears away.
“I know you’re sensitive dear, but it’s necessary, we need to make sure not to waste a single drop.”
Brat taming: If you’re a brat, enjoy yourself. He loves your attitude but when you push him too far he won’t hesitate to force you on your knees and remind you exactly who’s in charge in this relationship.
“It would have been easier for you to admit your need,” he groans, his heavy cock slapping against your open mouth, the taste of salt on your tongue. “But you had to make this difficult. Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you.”
Marking: he’s more conservative about marks on himself but on you it’s free real estate. His favorite ones are the scratches you leave on his back.
You’ve fallen asleep minutes ago, but Bi-Han is still awake, stretching his back and reveling in the familiar ache that stings his skin. Your nails are sure to leave a mark, a trophy he’ll admire in the mirror when he gets dressed tomorrow.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His bedroom mainly. You’d have to really rile him up to convince him to fuck you in public, and even then it’s a risky affair. He enjoys when you moan for him, but times like this call for stealth, something you lack when you’re being fucked.
His solution for this is gagging you. His fingers get the job done, or he’ll muffle your lips with his own.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You pretending as if you don’t know the effect you have on him, when you brush against him in public, when you bend over just a bit too much to be innocent. The front is amusing, but what’s more amusing is how easily it crumbles apart when you’re put on your knees.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing you with anyone else, you’re his and his only. He also wouldn’t draw blood on you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Preference in receiving rather than giving, but when his thoughts get too loud and he needs a moment of peace and quiet the first place he’ll settle is between your legs.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Rough, possessive even—long, deep strokes that punch the air out of your lungs and make you see stars. He wants the world to know who you belong to, which is evident from the amount of hickeys and bruises left on your person after the fact. If you leave some on him he won’t mind, even if he is technically supposed to hide them it’s unsurprising to see the faintest little purple mark peeking out beneath his collar, a not-so-subtle reminder.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t like them, flat out. He knows a quickie is not enough to satisfy his appetite of you, he’d sooner wait until he’s certain neither of you have any prior obligations to devour you as he sees fit.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Surprisingly open to experimentation. It’s almost like training in his mind, a game of figuring out what makes you tick, what makes you see stars and cry out for him. Needless to say he’s very proficient at this game.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
God bless that Lin Kuei training; hours, although he is aware of your own limits and will gladly let you take a break should you need one.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I feel like you would have to own them yourself or you would have to introduce them to him. He might take offense to the idea of having anything that isn’t him bring you pleasure but you showed him the joys of using one and now he’s more open to the idea.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he’s fucking evil, for such a stoic man you would never expect it but he gets off to seeing you wanting him, needing him. There’s always a plan brewing in that head of his.
Remember when I said you introduced him to the idea of toys in the bedroom? He may or may not force you to sit on a vibrator when you’re being bratty as a form of punishment while he leaves you tied to the bed. Only when he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson will he turn it off, but by then you’re a shaky, sweaty pile of your former self. Be careful what you wish for.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Groaner, deep growls in an even deeper tone, you can feel the rumble of him in his chest like an engine. He gets so breathy when he’s close too, it’s a sight to behold.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Secretly wants to be dominated, but will never say it out loud, you’ve got to figure that out yourself. When you finally do don’t expect him to make it easy for you either, he’ll fight you on every command and order until you either tie him down or gag him (He actually enjoys the thrill of the fight, he’s kind of a brat in that way.)
“I never thought the Grandmaster would enjoy being so exposed,” you giggle, admiring how the crimson rope compliments his skin, nearly the same shade as the blush that runs from his face down to his neck.
He tugs at his restraints, once, twice, before groaning at the feeling of your hands around his cock. It’s far too slow for his taste, he needs more and you know it, his head falling back when you squeeze his shaft and watch enamored as pre-cum dribbles down your fingers.
“Damn you,” he says, groaning when you respond with another firm grip. He takes a shuddering breath, cursing your name, and then begging for more in the same breath. All bark and no bite.
“You sure look like you’re enjoying yourself,” you muse, swiping your thumb against his leaking slit. “Look at that, making a mess of yourself.”
There’s a feral edge to the smile on his face, enjoying this little game. “These bonds cannot hold me for long. You know that, don’t you?”
Your eyebrow raises at that. “Course I do. But you’re not going to leave, are you Bi-Han?”
The air is filled with tension, and with his silence you have your answer, your hand moving faster as his hips desperately try to meet your rhythm.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
6.3 inches, circumsized, veiny at the base. My man is THICK, it’s heavy when you hold it in your hands and almost makes you wonder how he can walk straight, and his tip turns a pretty shade of rose when he’s aroused, reaching down to his shaft as if his cock is blushing. That thing should be registered as a weapon.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
If he could he’d have you pressed into the bed all day, but responsibilities come first. He can deceive you with how much self control he has but trust and believe he is almost always ready to go.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not quick at all, he revels in taking his time with you and refuses to sleep until he knows you’re taken care of. It’s a rule of his to watch you and make sure you’re safe before he succumbs himself, he’ll say it’s because of his life as an assassin but in reality he just enjoys seeing your blissful state.
ALRIGHT ENOUGH SWEETNESS. LIN KUEI BOYS FIRST TIME FUCKING THEIR PARTNER 🎤 (please)
Omg y’all, my brain let me write again😃
I don’t feel like looking for gifs and my storage space is in hell so I ain’t got photos. Sorry twin
Bi-Han
I know I start his parts off with “the haters will tell you” a lot
IDC. Imma do it again
The haters will tell you he won't care and he'll do his own speed and yadyadya. No.
He's an asshole but be fr y'all
I'm gonna write this as you're both experienced but it's your first time together. If that's not what you meant then lmk but until then-
You're both experienced but he's still careful
He's the type to pick up speed fast but he's not immediately gonna be aggressive
You're experienced but not with each other so he's gonna actively try to be slower and softer
Very observant towards your needs and adapts quickly
I think he’s observant in general so I think he’d easily notice how you react to certain things
More of an action guy
What I mean is he won’t verbally say a lot. Like you know how some people will ask “does this feel good?”? (That looks ugly as fuck-) He won’t
He won’t because he’s paying attention to how you react and what gets the best reaction. He doesn’t need to say much
He’s not completely silent but I don’t think he says much in general, so the first time would especially be quiet because he’s focusing
Do I think he’s rough during sex? Yes. For the first time though? Probably not. He still feeling shit out
When it comes to making him feel good, he makes sure to let you know. He’d never be the type to lie about nutting. That’s just not him. He’s gonna make sure you do it right
Very handsy
He’s vocal when it comes to grunting and I think he’d go out of his way to make noise in your ear if it was something you enjoyed
Pays attention to both your needs
I could see him wanting to go a couple rounds before stopping
Leaves tons of marks as a reminder of what happened
Now that you’ve started now, don’t be surprised when he wants to do it consistently
Kuai Liang
Mostly pays attention to what you need
I think he’s way more verbal than Bi-Han so he’d actually verbally ask what feels good and what doesn’t
He goes slow
Lots of emphasis on foreplay and trying to set the mood
His lips are everywhere
Like legit, every part of you has felt his lips or tongue
I get it, you may think he’s very fast and intense because fire but no
Fire can also symbolize passion and Kuai Liang is a very passionate lover
Considering it’s the first time, there’s no need to rush
The type to always be pleasing you. Even if you’re talking or making small comments, his fingers are still gonna be working on you
When it comes to fucking he’s not doing it fast but how hard he’s going makes up for it
Will go faster if you ask
Is also leaving marks
Does frequent check ins to make sure everything is ok
He’s a big dude (in the sense he’s swole as fuck) so he’d probably prefer for you to be on top so he won’t crush you
If I said he pulls on hair will I be booed or cheered?
If you’re bald then ignore that
Offers to give head. Doesn’t matter if you’re laying down or sitting on his face. He’s leaving here with smth-
The ratio when it comes to orgasming is off as fuck because he’s the type to pull out and start eating you out
Extra points if it’s after you came
He’s pulling out all the stops. You’re not going anywhere after this
Doesn’t particularly care how many rounds you go for
Main focus is on how many times you cum. There’s some people that try to be sweet and “I didn’t cum but if you’re tired then-“ don’t piss him off
You’re either stopping because you’re tired or you’re shaking (or you wanting to stop but that’s not a saucy ending)
Tomas Vrbada
He’s always gonna be a sub to me, idc
He would try so hard to be big man on campus and all strong and shit, but bitch one good tug at the hair and he’s folding
Lets you take the reigns for the first time
Don’t think just because he likes being tossed around a lil, he ain’t gonna say how he feels. No
You can be submissive and still assertive. That’s Tomas
Similar to Kuai Liang in the sense that he is really focused on what you want and what feels good to you
Already moans a lot and loud as fuck but he’s especially loud once he’s finally inside you
He wants to go slow but life happens. The wind just kinda blows this way and next thing you know he’s fucking you like he’s saying goodbye. It’s the winds fault fr
Is also verbal with what he wants and wants you to be too
You’d think y’all have fucked several times with how comfortable he is when it comes to saying what he’s into. What do you mean “choke me”?
What do you mean you wanna fuck the cum outta someone or vice versa? Let’s take a breather, calm down, gather our thoughts-
Once he’s horny his brain shuts off and the whore comes out. You’d expect it’d be Bi-Han that would become this bold, but no. He’s bold all the time. Tomas gives mfs whiplash.
Like bro we were just eating dinner 20 minutes ago
Like I said, he’s really focused on what you want since it’s your first time. You gotta leave an impression
Is his brain cells shutting off? Yes. Will them bitches turn back on if he notices you don’t like something or you say something feels weird? Yes
He’s attentive
Probably came before you because he’s sensitive but he’s not the type to roll over and be like “welp, guess it’s a wrap”
He wants your brain to be as fuzzy as his and he’s determined to make that shit happen
Idk why I changed my profile to this Fear Street aesthetic when I never write for them but here we are. I wanted to change it and this is where I landed.
Summary: With the Lin Kuei not knowing of Bi-Han and the readers' relationship, it makes things somewhat difficult when they get certain temptations around others. Only being kind to Bi-Han's brothers, the way Tomas behaves around the reader sparks some possessiveness with him...
First time writing for Bi-Han so I hope I did well!
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Slight swearing, rough sex, possessiveness, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl!), slight spanking, creampie
Word Count: 1.3k
Now that Bi Han was grandmaster, I was excited to see how great of a leader he would be, proud as I knew Bi Han in a way others didn’t.
“Your brothers will be in soon for your meeting,” I smiled at him in his chair, bringing a tray of tea for the three of them, smiling more as I addressed his title, “Grandmaster.”
He almost always had on a tough act, but that made him smirk, hand finding my hip to bring me to his side, looking up at down my dress and mumbling:
“Thank you.”
I was so crazy about him; just that hand on me made me wish we had more time before this meeting.
“Of course,” I smiled at him, mindlessly going to kiss him but halting at the sound of Kuai Liang’s voice:
“We have returned, brother.”
We both quickly fixed our postures. Unfortunately, it was now my time to leave. I always treated his brothers with kindness:
“I’ll see myself out. Kuai, Tomas. Always a pleasure to see you.”
“Always,” Kuai bowed his head along with Tomas at the same time as I did, waving with a smile as I left:
“Enjoy the tea.”
I was going to clean the kettle I used and the kitchen, but all I could think about was Bi Han. It was undeniable that I was madly in love with him.
Some time had passed since their meeting, going back to their room to check on them, just in time as I heard Tomas saying to Bi Han:
“We have plenty of time to help Lord Lui Kang, brother.”
“Seems like a rather easy task,” Kuai added, Bi Han finishing with:
“Obviously. I’ll inform you when we’re moving out.”
“Yes, brother,” Tomas nodded; I decided to knock softly. Bi Han answered me:
“Come in.”
I came in with a smile, bowing my head to them as I approached the table, “Only coming for the cups.”
“The tea was wonderful, Y/N,” Tomas smiled as I leaned over the table next to him, gathering their cups and the honey I left with the tea, “I’m convinced there’s nothing that you can’t make marvelously.”
“Why thank you, Tomas,” I smiled back, in the corner of my eye noticing how Bi Han was staring at me, a stern look on his face.
It made me wonder, so, standing with the tray and going to leave with no words, Kuai and Tomas were leaving with me.
“Allow me,” Tomas was a gentleman, holding the door for me, guiding me out, and I answered simply:
“Thank you again.”
Going and washing their cups, that look Bi Han gave me was concerning. It was like he was mad at me, and he, indeed wasn’t the type to be tested.
I couldn’t think of anything I did or said that’d upset him, drying my hands and wandering back to my room while lost in thought, so out of it that I was startled whenever I felt an arm around my hip.
“Bi Han,” Realizing it was him, I settled with a deep breath, “You startled me.”
“Don’t you know my touch by now?” He looked down at me, that stern look in his eyes.
“Sorry, I was just thinking is all,” I sighed, turning in his arm to face him, “Is everything okay? I can tell something’s a matter.”
No words; he fixed me in a position to walk with him. I followed, lost in thought again while trying to figure out his thought process, but learning when we walked into his bedroom, being whipped around and smushed against the door by his chest.
“Do you think showing yourself off around my brothers is fun?” He stared at me, quickly shaking my head and retracing my steps.
It clicked in my head whenever I was leaning over the table next to Tomas, my fingertips tracing the fold of my dress, realizing that it was relatively short.
“Bi Han, I promise you, that was not my intention. I was only serving you tea,” I explained, hoping my words would take away his attitude, feeling the coldness in his voice:
“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
“Dear,” I sighed but softly smiled, going to hold his face, “There is only one man who has my heart, and that is you.”
“Only me,” He growled, lips smacking into mine with an intense possessiveness.
For a literally cold man, his kissing had me melting, obediently following him to his bed, his hands gripping at my dress, playfully warning:
“Bi Han, be gentle. I like this dress.”
“I could easily rip this in two,” He huffed, having the zipper down, making it fall, and just about ripping my panties in two.
The chills I got from it made me gasp, barely able to process how quickly he turned me around, bending me over the bed, seeing his shirt land in front of me, then whining at the tight stretch between my legs.
I didn’t even realize how worked up I was just from his kisses, already gripping the bed as he started with a slow thrust, trying to inch in deep, but it felt like so much, a shake in my thighs as moisture grew.
“Look at you, practically cuming just from the tip,” Placing a hand on my ass and squeezing hard, I couldn’t deny his claim, trying to back myself onto his cock slowly.
“It’s not my fault that you’re-“ My soft tone instantly turned into a sharp, sensual moan as I was backed onto him; he bucked his hips and stuffed his cock into me, feeling the impact in the pit of my stomach:
“Sooo much!”
“You’ve taken me before,” He snickered, spanking an intense sting on my ass, rubbing then sliding to my hips to take hold, the other hand running down my stomach so his finger could tease my clit, thrusting faster with a growl, “You can take some roughness, can’t you?”
I could and wanted to, but my being filled with so much pleasure so quickly that my brain felt it was short-circuiting, instead of answering him, I started moaning out:
“Oh my g-ngh! Bi Han! Aah!”
Pressing my face into the bed, I could barely muffle my moans that were practically screams, back snapping at the pounds in my stomach again, hearing him groan at the tight friction my pulsating walls had around his cock, slicking down to his thighs as my orgasm came with no hesitation.
“Damn,” I gasped when I picked up my head, focusing on breathing till I felt him pick up my hips, fixing my whole body on the bed.
His weight made me fall flat, his cock still buried in me, an arm around my neck like a headlock, going back to vigorously, smacking his hips against my ass.
“Tell me,” He whispered in my ear, getting his hand back on my clit, “Who’s is this?”
“Yours, Bi Han!” I cried out without a second thought, my heart pounding against my chest as I was close yet again.
“Mhm,” He hummed, turning my head to kiss me, smirking at how my kisses back turned sloppy from moaning, my body acting on its own and taking his hand to hold, slamming it into the bed:
“I’m right there, Bi Han! Right there!”
Squeezing my hand hard, I could barely hear him say, I know, groaning and mumbling under his breath at my walls, squeezing, moisture gushing around him.
“Shii-“ He huffed into my ear, my eyes rolling at the overwhelming bliss I was feeling just to be nearly doubled when I felt something warm coating my walls.
“My goodness,” I moaned, softly whining at him pulling back then pushing back into me, resting against me to smirk:
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
Looking at him in the corner of my eye, I noticed how he eased down, not so angry anymore, and so, flashing the smile of mine that’d always make his cheeks red, kissing his cheek, “You don’t even have a clue.”
When you ride Bi-Han’s thigh… he’s mean about it, wearing a poker face as he teases you cruelly. Sitting there and watching you use him to get off, not helping in the slightest because he likes how pathetic you get. He wants to hear you beg him for help, beg him to put his hands on you.
Jolting you upwards just to ruin the rhythm you have going, even if you could get yourself to cum – he’s not going to let you. Face stoic but eyes glinting with a sick sort of satisfaction at how you whine and wiggle down into him. He can tell you’re frustrated and he’s loving it, amused by your struggle.
He’s ignoring his aching erection just to be cruel to you, he’s a bastard like that. Getting off on your reactions enough to wait, a patience he doesn’t possess usually. Enjoying your sopping wet cunt leaking onto his clothed thigh too much to give in yet, tensing his muscles every now and again just to make your pleasure that much more unpredictable.
It’s not until you’re folding into him and panting out pitiful pleas that he’s grabbing your waist and grinding you down firmly. Grumbling about how he has to do everything for you but he likes it this way, finally cracking a small smile at how you’re shuddering in his grasp.
As soon as you cum, he’s manhandling you so he can fuck you properly. Patience run out and desperate to get his dick wet, he’ll be mean then too. Taunting you with degradative praises, they’ll almost sound like compliments and in your cock drunk state – you’ll take them as such.
⊹˚. Bi-Han indulging you by playing hide and seek, you being scared as you hide despite the fact it's him looking for you. Someone you love and trust but your adrenaline spikes despite that, your heart hammering in your chest as he walks by.
At first, thinking he hadn't noticed you. Only moments later he's grabbing your legs and pulling you out from under the bed. Small squeals of shock leaving you, not expecting your loss so soon.
His deep voice sending shivers down your spine, "You picked an awful place to hide."
You murmur as he flips you onto your back, "We don't have many hiding spots..."
"That or you wanted to be found," he leans down into you, his lips on your neck.
Reminding him, you say, "The bed is right there."
"Yeah, it is."
He's quick to shut you up after that, lips on yours in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. His hands everywhere, groping at you and then tugging your pants down and off.
It's all hurried, movements rushed, his cock slipping into you with ease at how worked up the both of you are. Groans slipping from him to you as he fucks into you, his head dizzy at how your snug cunt sucks him back in.
His thrusts are rough, hard, it's driving you wild. Your heart stuttering in your chest at how he's glued to you, body pressed close to yours, his mouth only ever parting from you to let you both breathe.
The pair of you a complete mess, the clothing left on disheveled. Maybe he will play along with your games more often.
