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⛓️What If I’m Weak And I Need You Tonight?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang/Harumi Hasashi Length: 6574 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Clothed Sex, Interrogation, Cunnilingus, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Past Abuse, Kissing, Threesome (F/M/M), Hand Jobs, Crying, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gentle Sex, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Past Sektor/Kuai Liang Kinktober Day 8: Clothed Sex + Interrogation Scenes + Cunnilingus

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Notes: Hm, my first SubScorpHarumi smut… and not a strap on dildo in sight. XD (Don’t worry, the strap on will come later in the month. I’m not gonna write Kuai with a cis woman and then not peg the ever loving fuck out of him, what do you guys take me for?) Again, for Kinktober, this one’s kinda soft, hurt/comfort. Once again, Harumi takes one look at Kuai Liang and goes “I want that one.” Title is from “Hate It When You See Me Cry” by Halestorm.

Well, this mission had turned into an absolute shit show.

Kuai sat in the middle of the room, his hands tied behind the back of the chair he was on. The room was mostly empty, aside from a variety of weapons on a rack attached to the wall. Kuai had no doubt they would be used on him, the Shirai Ryu would show no mercy for a Lin Kuei found scouting the surrounding area. Kuai knew he’d fucked this up, the Lin Kuei would not come to rescue him and he knew that even if he escaped, returning to the Lin Kuei would result in even more pain.

Really, he wasn’t sure if he just wanted to hedge his bets with the Shirai Ryu than return.

His attention was drawn to the door sliding open, and a silhouette of someone entering. Once the door shut behind, Kuai could make out that there was a woman stood opposite him, wearing a red Shirai Ryu uniform and her hands behind her back. Kuai eyed her nervously as she approached, her footsteps echoing through the empty room.

“Lin Kuei,” she addressed, stopping in front of Kuai. Kuai continued to look up at her, trying to steel his nerves, even as he could feel his arms begin to tremble. “Do you know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?” Kuai muttered miserably. Really, how was he supposed to know every member of the Shirai Ryu by name? All he knew was the current Grandmaster, Hanzo Hasashi.

To Kuai’s surprise, she actually smiled slightly as she said, “Let me guess, you only know my husband’s name?”

Kuai tried not to react to that. He wanted badly to tell her he only knew the name of the Grandmaster, everyone else in the clan was irrelevant canon fodder and…

And…

A realisation came to his mind.

“You are Grandmaster Hasashi’s wife?” Kuai questioned, hoping to god that wasn’t what was happening here. The laugh that came from her lips confirmed his fears.

“My name is Harumi Hasashi,” she confirmed, leaning forward to gently brush Kuai’s hair from his face. Kuai wanted to jerk away and yell at her to stop touching him, but god no one had ever touched him so sweetly before.

“So, your husband’s men find a spy, and he can’t even be bothered to interrogate them himself and sends his wife instead?” Kuai tried to hiss, but it was betrayed by the tremble in his voice.

“Oh, he will be joining us soon,” Harumi told him, as her hand moved from Kuai’s hair and down to his cheek. “He just thought sending me in first would be the best option.” Kuai wasn’t sure what that meant. “Now, why did the Lin Kuei send you?”

“I will not talk,” Kuai growled, even as he found himself craving Harumi’s touch and wanting so bad to nuzzle into her hand. “You can torture me until I take my last dying breath, and I will never talk.”

Harumi hummed, removing her hand. Kuai tried to not think about how pathetic it was that he missed it immediately. She was staring down at him with a look Kuai couldn’t place. It was almost like pity but not exactly. She took another step forward, spreading her legs and placing her feet either side of Kuai. The noise he made when she sat down on his lap was an alarmed whine.

“W-What- What are you-“

“We know,” Harumi softly interrupted, and Kuai felt himself falter, not knowing what she meant by that. “We know that even if we were to leave you in agony, that what we want to know will never make it past your lips.” Harumi’s fingers brushed against his lips as if to make a point. “You won’t be tortured, precious thing.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Kuai questioned, trying to ignore how his entire body was shaking. She was so close and her touch was still so soft, and Kuai was going to loose his mind if she continued to treat him so kindly. “When you have me tied to a chair in a room with items of torture on the walls?”

“I might be inclined to untie you if you assure me you won’t try to escape,” she offered as her thumb began to trace up the scar on his face. “The torture equipment is only for the worst of the worst, and I don’t think you meet that description.”

“I’ve killed people,” Kuai snarled, “I could kill you.”

“I don’t think you will,” Harumi confidently replied, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes as she looked closer at the scar. He could tell she was trying to work out how he got it. “You are not the type for that.”

“You don’t know me.” And how dare she assume she did from mere minutes of interaction.

“I know enough.” She brushed the back of her hand against Kuai’s cheek. He practically gasped at the feeling. “You aren’t used to being touched this kindly, are you sweetheart?”

Kuai screwed his eyes shut as if that would help him block out her presence. All it did was make the sensation stronger. He shook his head, feeling her hands finally retreat. He opened one eye slightly, glaring at Harumi as he felt tears begin to gather in his eyes.

He could hear the jeers of the elders and his peers echoing in his head.

Stop crying! Pathetic! Shut up and stop being a little bitch! You are a disgrace! You deserve this pain, remember that Tundra! You will never amount to anything at this rate.

Your Grandfather would be so disappointed in you.

“W-What Shirai Ryu trickery is this?” Kuai managed to get out, desperate for something to drown out those voices in his head. “T-This is… This is cruel!” He jerked in his bonds, hoping it would making get Harumi to get off him. “Just hurt me already. Send me to my maker and bury me in a too shallow grave.”

“Oh, honey.” Harumi’s thumb brushed against his cheek again, wiping away one of his tears. “What did they do to you?”

“S-Stop,” Kuai sobbed. Why was she being so patient and nice to him? Why couldn’t she just try to break him and leave him bruised and bleeding? “T-This… Why are you doing this?”

She sighed softly, as she lent forward. Kuai stopped breathing as her chest pushed against his. He felt her reach behind him, and wasn’t sure what she was doing, until he felt the ropes around his wrists loosen. Seconds later they were free. He brought them in front of him, with the full intent to push her off his lap. Yet that never came, even as she pulled away. He held his hands up, like he wanted to weakly defend himself if she tried anything.

“What is your name?” She asked sweetly, and Kuai swallowed, feeling a strange dread at the question.

“Tundra,” he replied and all she did was give him a sad smile.

“I mean your real name,” she clarified, and Kuai hesitated. He knew he shouldn’t, it was drilled into him to never reveal it. Yet, for some reason he could not explain, he wanted to tell her.

“Kuai Liang,” he muttered, turning to look away. He could feel his face heating up from the shame. He had sworn to never reveal any Lin Kuei secrets, including his true identity, and yet here he was.

God, the Elder’s are right. I really am pathetic.

“That’s a nice name,” Harumi commented, and god fucking dammit her hand was on him again, this time lightly gripping his chin and tilting his head to face her. “Can I kiss you Kuai Liang?”

“What?” Kuai exclaimed, pushing himself back as far as he could in the chair. Harumi’s smile never faltered. “I- Wh- Why?”

“I get the feeling no one’s ever shown you proper affection before,” she stated, tapping her fingertips against Kuai’s lips. “I would like to, if you’d let me.”

“Is- Is this some strange trap?” Kuai questioned, resisting the weird and sudden urge to let Harumi put her finger’s in his mouth. “Your husband comes in to find us in a romantic embrace, and has more personal reasons to take his anger out on me?”

“Like I said, he will be joining us soon.” Harumi’s fingers pushed against his lips. “And I assure you he will not hurt you.” Her hands went to both sides of his head, cupping his face. “So, can I?”

Kuai really wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on at this point. But, well, he was probably going to die soon, either by the Shirai Ryu’s hand or the Lin Kuei’s. He might as well be able to pretend someone loved him before he did.

“Okay.”

Harumi looked pleased by his agreement, before leaning in to his face, and pushing her lips against his. Kuai couldn’t help but notice how much softer her lips were than his. He could also faintly taste something fruity on them, but Kuai couldn’t say what fruit it was. He was just thankful they didn’t taste of almond.

As her hand slowly made it’s way to the back of his head, all he could think was how nice this felt, even if his own movements were awkward. The only experience with kissing he had was Sektor and those were bruising suffocating kisses to shut him up. Sektor’s touch was hard and possessive in comparison to how gentle Harumi was, like she was scared of hurting him. He had no idea what to do with his hands, reaching down to grip the edges of the seat instead.

Harumi pulled away, and Kuai felt himself instinctively try to follow her. She pushed a finger to his lips to stop him.

“Can I touch you?” Harumi asked, and well, it was a little late to be asking that wasn’t it? He raised an eyebrow at that, and Harumi just smiled at him and looked down. He suddenly understood what she was talking about.

“O-Oh.” He swallowed. Everything told him not to. Harumi was a married woman who’s husband likely wanted him dead and was due to come in at any moment. If the Lin Kuei found out he had laid with a Shirai Ryu then even if he died here they’d find a way to kill him further. Despite that, the next word out of his mouth was “yes.”

Harumi lent in to kiss him again, both her hands reaching down for his belt and carefully undoing it. She pulled down his flyer, and moved his pants just enough for his cock to spring free. He hadn’t realised until it was out that he was already half hard. He felt fingers wrap around his shaft, and he moaned as the hand gently pumped.

“That’s it,” She softly encouraged, “just let yourself feel good.”

Kuai didn’t really know what else he could do. He wanted to do something with his hands and hold her close to him, but he didn’t dare. This was as soft as everything else, talented fingers trying to coax him into hardness. He wasn’t used to people touching him there, even when he tried to touch himself he couldn’t quite make it feel good. Harumi seemed to know exactly what to do however, to make him feel so much pleasure he began to quake.

He felt Harumi’s free hand touch his cheek, and it was only then he realised he was crying again.

Why was someone being kind to him enough to bring him to tears?

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked, gently trying to wipe away his tears.

“P-Please don’t,” Kuai sobbed. He should feel embarrassed by how he was acting, begging this woman not to stop touching his cock. Yet he couldn’t help it. “Please keep going.”

“Alright, if you want to.” Her thumb circled the head of his cock, causing him to choke slightly on the air. “If you need to stop at any point just say, okay?”

Kuai didn’t get that. He’d never been given the option to stop before. Still Harumi kissed the corner of his mouth, before tucking her head onto his shoulder and gently mouthing at his neck. He groaned, somehow that felt even better than just the normal kissing. He lifted a hand, forgetting himself for a moment, about to put it on her back. He quickly stopped himself when he heard the door open, hand returning to it’s spot on the chair.

He could see another person enter, and when the door shut, Kuai immediately recognised who it was.

Grandmaster Hanzo Hasashi.

And Kuai was sat on a chair with the man’s wife on his lap and stroking his cock.

Well, it had been good while it lasted, he guessed it was time to die now.

If Harumi heard her husband enter, she didn’t react like she had, her hand continuing to stroke his cock and leaving him shuddering and breathless. Hanzo began to march over towards them, and Kuai couldn’t help the high pitched whine that came out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” Harumi whispered in his ear, twisting her hand and making Kuai cry out as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. “He won’t hurt you.” Harumi looked over her shoulder towards he husband as she said, “his name is Kuai Liang.”

Hanzo hummed, and Kuai’s attempt to assess his facial expression but came up short from just how passive he looked. Kuai blinked and as quick as that happened, Hanzo was suddenly by his side, their eyes meeting for what felt like far too long. Harumi’s hand softly squeezed his cock, and he gasped and whimpered. Hanzo then reached out taking Kuai’s chin in his hand and pressing a thumb on Kuai’s wet cheeks.

“Kuai Liang?” He muttered, and Kuai could only stare up at him in trepidation. Something in the situation seemed to finally bring out emotion in Hanzo, as his face relaxed slightly. “You know who I am, do you not?”

“Y-Yes, Grandmaster Hasashi,” Kuai whispered, wanting to be polite despite Hanzo technically being his enemy and said enemies wife currently giving him a hand job. “I don’t understand what’s happening.” Hanzo’s fingers gently stroked his cheek, his skin a lot more calloused that Harumi’s but his touch was just as tender. “Why aren’t you trying to kill me?”

“That was never our intention,” Hanzo stated, his eyes flicking down to where Harumi’s hand was still working Kuai’s length. “When my men brought you in they raised some concerns about you.”

“Concerns?” Kuai questioned, before cutting himself off as Harumi lent in to kiss his cheek.

“Most Lin Kuei would fight to the death,” Harumi explained, “and you just let us take you.” Harumi trailed kisses down Kuai’s neck again. “I apologise, my husband sent me in first to test you.” Kuai felt himself tense. This was a trap, it really was, he should have known better. “You cry and tremble at the smallest of physical contact. Sweetheart that’s not normal.” Harumi pulled back to look him in the eye. “What did they do to you?”

Harumi had already asked that question once, and Kuai still didn’t know how to answer it. They didn’t do anything to him. At least, not anything he didn’t deserve for being a mouthy little bitch who couldn’t take orders.

He flinched when he realised that thought wasn’t in his voice, but the Grandmasters.

“Kuai Liang,” Hanzo softly whispered to regain his attention. Kuai hated how nice his voice was, and how he wanted him to just say his name like that forever. “You do not react like a normal Lin Kuei would. They would not have come quietly, they would not have sat calmly waiting for their doom, and they definitely wouldn’t have let my wife sit on their lap and stroke their cock.”

Kuai jerked his head away to look away, embarrassed by that last one, or rather, by the fact Hanzo actually acknowledged what she was doing to him. Hanzo was right though, no one else in the Lin Kuei would act like this, because the rest of the Lin Kuei was perfectly brainwashed to think the bullshit they went through was normal. Them going harder on Kuai than anyone else was also normal, because he couldn’t accept this was how things were supposed to be.

When his breathing hitched, he realised he was still fucking crying.

He heard Harumi sigh, and then she lifted herself off his lap, taking her wonderful hands with her.

“W-Wait-“ Kuai turned back, both Hasashi’s looking down at him like they were actually concerned about him.

“I think this is too much for you right now,” Harumi stated, smiling at him even though it looked really half hearted. “You’re clearly overwhelmed, and I over stepped my mark. Maybe we should go get you fed instead.”

Kuai tried to fight the tears coming harder, but he failed dismally. Finally, someone was wanting to touch him nicely and make him feel good, rather than just use and abuse him, and his stupid oversensitive emotions had driven them away.

“I-I’m sorry,” he sobbed, surprised by how his apology seemed to make both of them pause. “I- I know I’m bad but- but please, just let me pretend someone loves me for a while.”

The looks of abject horror on both Harumi and Hanzo’s face made Kuai feel like he’d said something wrong.

Hanzo crouched down until he was level with Kuai’s face. He reached out to take Kuai’s chin in his hands. Kuai stared into his brown eyes, heart in his throat.

“Do you really not have anyone?” Hanzo spoke like he found that hard to believe.

“My brother, but that’s not really the same,” Kuai answered in a whisper, because the love of a brother was not the same as what the Hasashi’s had. “I have a best friend too, but he doesn’t love me like that.”

“Have you ever been with anyone? Sexually?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai felt awkward about the question. He knew where it was coming from, but he realised in that moment that his experiences likely weren’t normal.

“There is someone but…” He hesitated if he should continue, he already had a feeling they were judging him, he wasn’t sure he could take any more. “He is not gentle.” He let out an annoyed huff as he bitterly added “and he certainly doesn’t love me.”

He was surprised when Hanzo lent in closer, and claimed his lips in his own kiss. Hanzo’s lips were more like Kuai’s than Harumi’s yet it was still as desirable. Kuai found himself moaning into his mouth as Hanzo’s hand wrapped around his cock again. A second pair of lips were on his neck, as Harumi had walked around to his other side. Her hand pressed against his chest, slipping under his armour and searching for his pecs. She squeezed and Kuai could feel the action even through his undershirt.

“I’m sorry,” Harumi whispered, between her kisses as Kuai squirmed between them. “I wouldn’t have stopped if I realised how much it meant to you.”

Hanzo broke the kiss, but patted Kuai’s head as he did. Kuai wanted those lips on him again, but his mind was brought off it when Hanzo twisted his hand in a way that Kuai bucked his hips.

“That’s it, just let us make you feel good,” Harumi kept muttering, finding Kuai’s nipple through his shirt and pinching. He gave another whine at how pleasing the action was. “That’s a good boy.”

Kuai wasn’t sure what the noise he made was, it was somewhere between a moan and a gasp, but it seemed it was loud enough to get both Hanzo and Harumi’s attention. One of his hands flew to his face, covering his mouth. The couple stared at him for a minute, before sharing a look, and Hanzo smiled.

“Do you like being a good boy for us?” Hanzo’s voice was deep and teasing and oh god, Kuai felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Yes.” He removed his hand to find Harumi took it from him, linking their fingers and squeezing. When had anyone ever told him he was good? All he ever got told was how bad he was. Worthless, difficult, pathetic.

He ended up clutching her hand harder as his other reached for Hanzo’s shoulder, and he let out a cry. He thrust his hips up into Hanzo’s hand and came. Feeling himself go limp, he panted as Hanzo used his hand to coax him into finishing. His hands dropped as he just sat and tried to breathe. Harumi was all over, kissing his face in a fervour and Kuai definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Was that good?” Harumi asked between her kisses and Kuai bit his lip.

“T-Thank you,” he quietly replied, even if internally he wished he’d lasted longer. He wanted more, didn’t want to go back to the reality that no one would ever touch him like this again. He wasn’t made for intimate love, he was made for rough hard fucking, and that was all he’d ever be able to have.

“Would you like more?” Hanzo offered, and Kuai looked hazily over to him as Harumi’s head snapped up. Clearly she hadn’t expected that, but Kuai wasn’t quite sure what he meant.

“More?” He queried, and Hanzo, ever the face of indifference, suddenly looked rather bashful. Kuai quickly looked him up and down, only for his eyes to be drawn to the other man’s crotch. Kuai could make out the shape of his dick through his trousers. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Harumi assured him, stroking his head and shooting her husband a glare. “My husband is just being selfish.”

Hanzo made a argumentative sound, but Kuai turned to look at Harumi instead. Given her anatomy, it was hard to tell from just looking at her if she was also aroused. Kuai wasn’t sure if he should ask if she was or not.

“Are- Are you?” Kuai left the question somewhat unfinished, hoping Harumi would understand without him saying it. He wasn’t exactly familiar with anything except dicks.

Harumi blinked a few times before admitting, “Yes.” She looked away and bit her lip. “But I wouldn’t expect you to do anything about that.”

“What if I want to?” He asked, and Harumi looked back at him with wide eyes. “I- I mean. I’ve never been with a woman but… I- I know how to take a dick.”

This confession made Hanzo begin to cough loudly. Harumi on the other hand took a deep breath, before very gently trying to encourage Kuai to get off the chair. He wasn’t sure if that was good until she sat down on the chair. Kuai felt Hanzo’s hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Harumi opened her legs as Kuai settled between them. Her hands were undoing her trousers, pulling them down enough to bare herself to him.

Kuai really wasn’t lying when he said he had never been with a woman. He’d seen vaginas in medical books he’d stolen from the Lin Kuei’s library but hadn’t seen one in person before. He had put together the basics. Penis goes in, it feels good, everyone orgasms. He just wasn’t entirely sure the finer aspects of it. And given he was currently on his knees, he had a feeling his dick wasn’t going to be all that involved.

“I, um, I don’t know… What to do,” Kuai admitted, wishing to god he’d asked for more details whenever his peers had talked about when they mentioned fucking random sex workers during their missions.

“It’s okay, I’ll guide you,” she replied, reaching down to her pussy, and using her fingers to spread it. Her other hand reached to his chin, pulling him close. “We’ll start slow, just try to lick.”

Ah. He knew what felt good when it came to oral on a cock, so it couldn’t be too different right? Use the flat of the tongue and long strokes. His tongue escaped his lips, pressing it against her pussy. He wasn’t really sure what the taste was like, the only thing he could come up with was “not dick”. Still he tried his best to do what Harumi had said, a slow lick along the folds. His eyes flicked up to her face, seeking approval at what he was doing.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, her hand tangling into his hair. “Like that, my good boy.”

Kuai whined into her flesh, but did as he was told. He wasn’t sure how hard he should be licking, alternating between soft and hard trying to work out which she liked more. Both of them seemed to have her sighing and whispering sweet nothings. At least she was being nice with her instruction. First time he’d sucked Sektor’s dick the man hadn’t the patience to tell Kuai what to do and ended up just fucking his face so hard Kuai couldn’t breathe. It was a lot of trial and error from that point.

As Kuai tried to continue his efforts and Harumi gently told him where felt best for her, he felt Hanzo’s hands reach down for his hips. He let Hanzo rearrange him so he was lent forward with his ass sticking out. He brought his hands up, pressing them against Harumi’s thighs. Her hands kept his head in place, making sure his focus was on her, even as Kuai felt his trousers being pulled down and a hand groping his ass.

“You have a gorgeous ass,” Hanzo stated, as his fingers dug in and split his cheeks.

“And a talented tongue,” Harumi added, groaning as Kuai gave a long stroke. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart, keep doing it like that.”

Kuai could feel tears well in his eyes again. Why was everything making him cry today? People showing him basic human decency, someone giving him reassurance and praise. It made him want to do his best, to get Harumi to orgasm and make sure her encouragement was not misplaced.

He felt a wet finger tracing around the rim of his entrance, but he tried to not let himself get distracted. He pushed his mouth against her hard at the same time he felt Hanzo’s finger enter himself. He lapped at the entrance, screwing his eyes shut as that digit explored his inside’s, getting him nice and wet with lube. Don’t get distracted. He continued to lick, tongue flicking over Harumi’s clit, and action that had her rutting against his face.

When he felt a second finger enter him, his eyes shot open with surprise. He was rather used to just having a single finger and the bare minimum of lube as preparation. His shock seemed to gain Harumi’s attention, as she let him pull away from her.

“Has no one ever prepared your properly before?” She asked, Kuai only now realising how sticky his face was. He licked at his lips, trying to think of an answer.

“Mm, just a bit of oil and a single finger.” He tried to get back to working on Harumi but she kept his head up for now. “N-Never two.”

“They never stretched you properly then?” Hanzo asked from behind as Kuai felt a third finger begin to enter the mix.

“Ah, the uh, the cock usually does the stretching,” Kuai explained, closing one of his eyes and thinking about how this felt in comparison to that. Thinking about it, working him slowly up like this was definitely hurting a lot less. “I- I think I prefer this way, though.”

There was Harumi’s sad smile again, as she cooed “I’m glad to hear that.”

She finally let him back at her, as he deciding to try rolling his tongue in circles. He decided his experiment was successful when she hummed contently. He was starting to figure out the actions that caused her the most pleasure, slowly but surely. Returning his attention to her clit again, he decided this time to push the flat of his tongue along it harder, causing her to grip his hair tighter.

A forth finger entered him, and he felt his cock twitch. He hadn’t realised he’d been getting aroused again, but he supposed it was only natural. He felt Hanzo’s free hand reach down to touch him, giving a slow stroke.

“So responsive to us,” Hanzo complimented, as he continued to caress Kuai’s cock. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” Kuai answered, pulling away just enough to answer before diving back in to lap around Harumi’s folds. And he was telling the truth. This was the best sexual experience he’d ever had and he didn’t want it to end.

“You’re such a quick learner,” Harumi complimented, rocking her hips in time to Kuai’s tongue. “I’m close, keep going, please.”

Her words spurred Kuai to go further, harder, making sure to lap his tongue along the entirety of her pussy. Fingers tightened in his hair, pushing him right up to her as she gave one final loud groan. Kuai felt his face getting wetter. It wasn’t quite what he was expecting, his peers often talked about women squirting and it being a sign they really liked it. He wasn’t sure how much he believed that, and was actually quite relieved it hadn’t happened like that. Maybe, if there was opportunity to later, he would ask Harumi about that, but for now, he could tell from the satisfied sigh she made that he had done the job.

“Did I do good?” He asked with bright eyes as Harumi looked down at him with admiration.

“You did better than good.” She lent down and kissed his forehead, missing his sticky lower face. “You were amazing.”

Kuai felt his cheeks heat up at that. The fingers inside him finally retreated, and Harumi stood up from the chair. She moved it out of the way as Hanzo reached for Kuai’s waist and flipped him onto his back. Harumi put her arms around his chest, pulling him to hers. Like this Kuai could see Hanzo’s own hard cock, just poking out from his trousers and he poured lube over it and spread it with his hand.

“Ready?” He asked, and Kuai bit his lip. Hanzo looked bigger than anyone he’d taken before, but with the preparation, at least it shouldn’t be as bad as others.

“Y-Yes.” As he said that Harumi held him closer, pressing her lips to his temple.

“He’ll take it slowly, let him know if it hurts,” She whispered, as Hanzo’s hand parted Kuai’s legs.

He felt Hanzo’s cock push against his entrance and began to penetrate him, Kuai realised just how easier it was going in compared to the other times. Even with Hanzo’s superior size, there was barely any resistance. Kuai moaned as he realised he’d never felt this full before. As Kuai didn’t tell him to stop, Hanzo kept pushing forward, until he was fulled sheathed inside.

“You take my cock so well,” Hanzo growled, his hands gripping Kuai’s hips and rubbing circles into Kuai’s skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kuai whispered, mesmerised by Hanzo’s smile. Gods, he was so handsome. “Ah, you’re so big.”

“Oh, you can’t tell him that,” Harumi playfully chided. “You’re just going to feed his already too big ego.”

Kuai actually laughed at that, pushing himself closer to her. He kind of liked it like this, Harumi holding him gently while Hanzo had his cock just sat inside him. He knew that from this moment on, he’d crave this feeling for the rest of his life.

“Can I move?” Hanzo asked, and Kuai just purred in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Hanzo began to pull out, only about half way before he pushed back in. Kuai groaned, one hand darting around to find something to hold onto. He soon found one of Harumi’s hands, squeezing it so tight he was surprised she didn’t complain. Hanzo pulled out again, a little further this time, and as the drove in, he had changed his angle slightly.

It continued like this, Hanzo was slow with his movements, allowing Kuai to feel every inch of him going in and out repeatedly. Each time he changed the angle slightly, like he was searching for something. Kuai could feel himself beginning to shake again, and god damn there were those annoying tears again. This was so gentle, far more gentle than he deserved, and it felt so good.

Then, as Hanzo drove in another time, his cock brushed up against a spot that had Kuai arching his back and making the lewdest sound he’d ever heard himself make.

“Hm, was that a good spot?” Hanzo asked, yet again giving another soft thrust aiming directly for that spot. Another wave of pleasure shot all the way up Kuai’s spine. “I guess it was.”

When Kuai went to cover his mouth with his hand out of embarrassment, he found Harumi take his wrist and move it down.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be shy, those sounds let us know we’re doing the right thing for you,” she said, as she put his hand against his chest, and she reached lower to grasp his cock. He made another needy whine as she began to stroke him. “There, see, you feel good, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” he gasped out as Hanzo began to rock into a slow rhythm, Harumi’s hand matching the pace.

Even though the movements were so gentle, they were precise, Hanzo making sure to hit that spot almost every time. Meanwhile, Harumi had already proven the talents of her hands, but in combination with Hanzo fucking him it was beyond anything he’d ever felt. His mind was going fuzzy as he just let himself melt into the pleasure. He could feel his chest heaving, his one hand still resting on it while the other was still tangled with Harumi’s. She kept whispering sweet words into his ear, telling him how good he was being for them, how well he was taking her husbands cock, how cute his noises were. Hanzo would interject with his own praises, how tight Kuai was around his cock, how beautiful he looked so blissed out, how sweet it was for him to cling to his wife like that.

Apparently, to them, everything he did was wonderful.

To them, he was wonderful.

His orgasm hit him rather unexpectedly, but he guessed it was to be expected when he’d already cum previously. His back arched completely away from Harumi and he felt himself instinctively clench around Hanzo.

“Good boy,” Hanzo whispered, leaning down to kiss Kuai’s lips, completely unbothered by how they still tasted of Harumi. “You are doing so well.” Another kiss and Hanzo began to slowly thrust again. “Can you wait a little longer for me to finish?”

“Y-Yes,” Kuai agreed, letting himself sink back down into Harumi, his limbs going slightly limp. He half expected Hanzo to drop the gentle act and pound into him without mercy, but that didn’t happened. He was as careful as he had been all throughout this.

“Do you want me to come inside you?” Hanzo questioned as Kuai relaxed into Harumi, her hands back in his hair stroking him gently. “Do you want me to fill you up?”

“P-Please,” Kuai begged, and Hanzo gave him that damned handsome smile again.

It was just a few more rolls of Hanzo’s hips before he gave a loud groan, and Kuai felt him release in his ass. Kuai whined at the feeling. He’d had people finish inside before, but somehow those times he didn’t feel as accomplished as he did now. Hanzo thrust in a few more times, before finally pulling out.

“Well done, you did so well, pleasing us both like that,” Harumi immediately began with the praise, her arms tightening around his chest.

“Can we do anything for you?” Hanzo asked, sliding across the floor to sit next to Kuai, his hands all over Kuai too now.

Kuai hiccuped. He’d never been asked if he needed anything after sex. Usually he was just left to clean himself up and cry. Granted he always felt better after that, but sometimes he wished someone would stay with him and just reassure him that he was good. The tears were back, and while he was sick of them, he was finally accepting that Hanzo and Harumi didn’t see his emotions as a burden. They had been so attentive to everything he was feeling.

Why were two people who were meant to be his enemy treating him better than anyone in the Lin Kuei ever had?

“P-Please, just stay with me,” Kuai sobbed, desperately trying to keep hold of both of them, fearful that if he didn’t they’d just walk away from him. “Please don’t leave me.”

“We aren’t going anywhere, sweet thing,” Harumi assured him, her lips yet again gently kissing parts of his face. Hanzo was following suite. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, and then get you fed, and then you can rest, okay?”

“T-The Lin Kuei…” Kuai didn’t want to think about them right now, but there was a twisting in his gut. Still something inside him that was terrified of them and their wrath.

“Will not harm you,” Hanzo assured him, once more capturing Kuai’s lips with his own. “You can stay with us, we will protect you from them, they will never hurt you again.

Those words sounded so genuine, and Kuai so wanted to believe them despite all the Lin Kuei’s programming telling him that these were lies meant to trick and confuse him. But god, he was so tired of the Lin Kuei. So tired of the things they did to him. He just wanted some peace for a little while. He still would not tell them the Lin Kuei’s secrets, but there was one thing, he’d now feel terrible if he did not warn them.

“The reason I was scouting,” he slowly started, watching the way Hanzo’s brows drew together, “is because they are planning an attack, two weeks from now.” Hanzo’s eyes widened, but he otherwise didn’t react. Kuai wasn’t sure if he was surprised by the news of the impending attack or that Kuai was actually telling him this. “If I don’t go back, they’ll just assume I’m dead, but they might send more to take my place.”

“I see,” Hanzo said with a deep sigh. “You did not have to tell me that.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a few seconds, before Hanzo moved slightly, putting his hand behind Kuai’s back and hooking his arm under Kuai’s knees. He took little time hauling them both up, Hanzo carrying Kuai bridal style as Harumi followed them up.

“We can deal with that later,” Harumi announced, and Kuai wasn’t really sure this was something that should wait until later. This felt like something Hanzo should be taking care of immediately. “Let’s get you seen to first.”

Oh. Kuai wasn’t exactly used to being someone’s priority. He nodded, unsure what else he could actually say. Hanzo turned on his heel and began to walk to the door, Harumi by his side. Kuai closed his eyes, trying to resist the urge to fall asleep.

Maybe he wasn’t unloveable after all.

#mortal kombat #subscorpharumi #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #harumi hasashi #⛓️kinktober 2022

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2jaeh · 2 years

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the haunting of xiao dejun | xiaojun

your boyfriend is convinced there's a ghost in his apartment and he seeks out your help.

genre: fluff, humor

content: gender neutral!reader, profanity, mentions of death & religious(?) stuff

word count: 1.8k

author lin

When Xiaojun called you over as an "emergency", there were two ways the scenario could play out. One, he was in a genuine state of distress as your boyfriend wasn't exactly the luckiest person walking this earth. To summarise, he had dropped his airpods down the sink more times than the average person. So naturally you were hoping you weren't going to be shoving a deformed clothes hanger down the drain for about the third time that month.

The second scenario was that he was just being his overdramatic self and needed a sane person - i.e. you - to rationalise with him. As soon as you opened the door to his apartment, a comically terrified look on his face as he clutched his puppy Bella to his chest, you knew it was the latter. Bella wriggled in his arms, trying to pounce on you and shower you with wet kisses, but Xiaojun kept a firm hold on her as he stepped aside to let you inside.

"So what's the big emergency?" You removed your shoes and scooped Bella into your arms as soon as Xiaojun let her loose.

"I think I'm being haunted." He responded and even Bella halted her aggressive licks to your face as you turned your head to frown at him.

Of all the ridiculous things Xiaojun had claimed throughout your relationship, this one by far took the cake.

"Please elaborate." You grinned at him in amusement, taking a seat on the couch while Bella began running around the living room.

"Okay listen, I know it sounds crazy," Xiaojun sat down next to you, the expression on his face showing just how serious he was, "for a few days now I've been hearing weird scratching noises around the house, and then today Bella just started barking in front of my closet for no reason."

"You sure the scratching isn't just Bella?" You raised a skeptical eyebrow, "and maybe one of her toys is stuck in your closet."

"Alright, but get this," he shifted on the couch to face you, his hand movements emphasising his words, "this morning I left a mug in the sink and when I came out of the bathroom, the mug was in my room!"

"So what I'm hearing is… you've convinced yourself that you have a ghost to avoid admitting you forgot to clean up." You snickered.

"Y/n…" He grumbled, rolling his eyes as you giggled, planting an apologetic peck on his cheek.

"Alright, alright, let's say there is a spirit in your house, what do you expect me to do about it?" You pondered with a quizzical look on your face.

"We're gonna do a cleansing," Xiaojun replied as if it were the most obvious plan, "I got incense, holy water, the works."

"And who are we? Ed and Lorraine?" You laughed in amusement as Xiaojun just rolled his eyes again, standing up from the couch.

"Maybe you should just leave if you're gonna make fun of me." He pouted adorably and you couldn't help but throw your arm over his shoulders, nuzzling your face against his neck.

"You're too cute! Okay sorry, I'll help yo-"

Your words were cut off by a loud thump that startled you both, Xiaojun flinching in your arms. On cue, Bella began howling and barking as she charged down the hall towards Xiaojun's bedroom. You looked towards your boyfriend, the pure terror and shock in his eyes probably mirroring yours. You tightly held onto his hand, slowly making your way towards the bedroom with a very hesitant Xiaojun letting you pull him along. The door was already slightly ajar from when Bella slipped through. You gently tapped the door open a bit more to enter the room, greeted by Bella seated in front of the closet and yapping away to her heart's content.

"Bella girl, what's going on?" You cooed as you let go of Xiaojun's hand and crouched down next to the dog.

You placed a hand on her head, but Bella was much too preoccupied with barking at the closet door. It didn't reflect her usual whining when she just wanted food or attention. Her actions replicated the way she got anxious around strangers and, you had to admit, it made your skin crawl with fear. Her barking got quieter until she eventually gave it a rest, opting to snuggle closer to you as you petted her head.

"Now do you see what I've been saying!?" Xiaojun complained as he threw his arms up in exasperation.

"There has to be a rational explanation for this," you sighed deeply, "maybe the noises are coming from your neighbour? These walls are really thin, remember that time he teased you for a month after we-"

"Okay! First off, let's not relive that time, I get your point," he interrupted you quickly, "secondly, Bella always immediately rushes to this closet whenever those noises happen, isn't that strange?"

"We can't just conclude that it has to be a damn ghost." You answered bluntly, refusing to believe in the supernatural despite having no other explanations yourself.

"Then what else could it be!?" Xiaojun exclaimed.

Another thud, louder this time. You winced in shock while Xiaojun yelled and practically bolted out of the room, leaving you and Bella to fend for yourselves. Bella was going ballistic, barking at the closet, but you managed to hoist her up into your arms and rushed out of the room. The door slammed shut behind you, probably because of the wind but in your frazzled state you were beginning to understand Xiaojun's concerns. Speaking of Xiaojun, the man was face down on the couch, holding a pillow over his head.

"So you just left your alleged 'favourite people in the entire world' to get possessed by the spirit in your closet?" You placed Bella on the ground and she sprinted towards Xiaojun, jumping on him as if displaying her annoyance with him as well.

"I thought you didn't believe it was a ghost." His words were muffled at first as he steadily sat up on the couch.

"Whatever, I still don't think it's a ghost," you insisted as you sat on his legs, the exhausted look on your face deceiving your words, "but there's definitely something in your room."

"It's the fucking ghost of the old landlord, I just know it," Xiaojun grumbled, clearly ignoring your denial, "he was always out to get me."

"Let's just go check in the closet," you suggested and the distraught look on Xiaojun's face made you stifle a laugh, "if we don't find any tangible cause for whatever is making those noises then we can do your cleansing."

"No thanks." He declined casually, folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes in defiance.

"So are you just never going to use anything from that closet ever again?" You shook your head as Xiaojun remained stubbornly silent, "if you want your old landlord to cuddle up with you at night you can tell me.."

"Oh my God, shut up," he groaned at your words before nudging your bottom with his knee, beckoning you to get up, "fine, let's go check it out."

Upon seeing both of you rise up from the couch, Bella began wagging her tail and circling around you.

"It's no time for games Bella, we're conducting a serious operation." Xiaojun voiced as he lifted the hyperactive beagle into his arms and gestured for you to lead the way.

You could only laugh at his cowardly actions before turning to the hallway and walking towards the bedroom. You slowly placed your hand on the knob and pushed the door open. The room felt colder than before, but you quickly rationalised that it was because that blessed window was still wide open. Xiaojun arrived in the room shortly after you, Bella in one arm and a crucifix in the other.

"Where did you get a cross from?" You unintentionally whispered to him.

"It was on special when I bought the Holy water." He replied in an equally frantic whisper, setting Bella down on the ground.

You turned to face the closet and began taking minute steps towards it. You could feel Xiaojun following directly behind you, catching a glimpse of the crucifix - which he was wielding like a loaded gun - in the corner of your eye. Eventually you both arrived in front of the closet, the only thing separating you and the dusty old ghost inside was the white wooden door. You took in a deep breath before curling your fingers around the door handle. In one swift motion you jerked the door open and, almost immediately, you and Xiaojun unanimously raced away from the closet, ducking behind Xiaojun's bed as Bella dived underneath, probably thinking it was a silly game.

It was silent in the room as you both peered over the bed, watching for anything suspicious. Suddenly, a shoe box from the top shelf fell to the ground with a big thump and Xiaojun screamed in response. You also jumped slightly in shock, your heart hammering against your chest as you lean over the bed to observe the fallen box. Your anxiety subsides when you see a small rat rushing around the box, obviously lost after having descended from the comfort of the closet.

"There's your ghost." You chuckled, pulling on Xiaojun's arm and gesturing towards the clueless rodent.

"Gross!" Xiaojun shrieked when he saw it, all fear on his face contorted into disgust.

When Bella finally caught sight of the rat, she began barking profusely and chased the rat right out of the room. You jogged after them, rushing to the front door and swinging it open. The rat bolted out of the front door and you quickly closed it before Bella could follow it's tracks. A disheveled Xiaojun finally appeared from the room, slumping down onto the couch. You slipped in next to him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder as you raked your fingers through his hair.

"Well that was eventful," He spoke in a defeated voice, "thank you for protecting me."

"That's what I'm here for," you grinned at him, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips, "I'm just glad you weren't gonna feature on an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved."

"Yeah, turns out I just needed some exterminators." Xiaojun laughed lightly.

Just as he said that, there was the sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floorboards causing you both to sit up abruptly. You looked at each other with wide, terrified eyes as Bella began her howling once again, running up and down the hallway.

"I got the crucifix!" Xiaojun quickly stood up from his seat as you mirrored his actions.

"Where's that fucking Holy water?"

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Plank All Over Me - Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me Masterlist

“Welcome back to Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.” James Cordan said to the camera. “I’m here with Tom and Y/n Holland.”

“Oh my God.” Tom looked at you with wide eyes as you both thought the same thing.

“He introduced us.” You realized. “We can’t do our bit.”

“You’re my wife now, darling. You get to do anything you want.” Tom stated at he looked at James. “James, we’re actually Dave and James Franco.”

“Who’s who?” James humored you, well aware of the way you and Tom acted in interviews.

“I’m clearly the James.” You mumbled as you smoothed your dress.

“Dave is more attractive.” Tom shrugged sassily and you made a face at him.

“Can we start the game?” James playfully interrupted and you and Tom sat up straight.

“Yes, sorry.” You nodded as James began to explain the rules of the game. You’d seen the bit enough times to know how to play, so you tuned James out a little. You didn’t mean to, you just had a lot on your mind lately. There was something you needed to tell Tom and you hadn’t found the right way to do it yet.

“The first question is for Y/n and since I love her so much I’m going to give her the hot sauce.” James smiled wickedly as he got the hot sauce in front of you.

“Mmm.” You said sarcastically and grimaced at the camera.

“Who got the drunkest at your wedding?” James read off the card before looking at you. You pursed your lips as you thought about the answer before chuckling.

“Probably Tom.” You laughed as you pointed at your husband who was sat across the table from you. His face lit up with laughter as he folded his arms.

“Yeah, I was gonna say. Ryan Reynolds and I had a drinking competition that I definitely won.” He said smugly, making the audience cheer.

“I never imagined I’d be standing by Blake Lively’s side on my wedding day, screaming “CHUG” at my husband, but I’m glad it happened. You made me proud.” You said to Tom with a fond pout on your face.

“Aw.” Tom held his hand over his heart as you stared at each other lovingly.

“Gross.” James deadpanned, making the two of you laugh.

“Next question is for Tom and I am going to give you the cockroaches.” You said as you spun the table. “Love you, honey.”

“It’s looking at me.” Tom gagged as he picked up a cockroach and quickly dropped it back in the little glass bowl.

“How dare that slutty, dead cockroach stare at you.” You joked. “Tell it you’re married.”

“I swear, you two are the strangest couple I had ever sat with.” James shook his head as he laughed.

“We get that a lot.” You and Tom said in unison.

“Okay, Tom, who is the most unprofessional Avenger on set?” You read off your card before setting it back on the table.

“Ooo. That’s a tough one since they’re all so badly behaved.” Tom clicked his tongue and the audience laughed gleefully.

“No, I’m joking.” He smiled at the reaction. “I’m gonna go with Evans because he’s pretty much a ten year old. Like, he carries around one of those tiny skateboards - what are they called?”

“Tech Decks.” You told him.

“Yeah. He carried around a Tech Deck and runs it over everyone’s arms when we’re blocking scenes.” Tom explained as he did the motion of the mini skateboard on the table.

“I have also seen him covered in Cheeto dust countless times.” You added. “He will straight up come to set with orange fingers. He is the opposite of Captain America.”

“I hate that. We call them Wotsitz in England and it makes me cringe.” Tom shuddered as he moved the table. “James, I’m gonna give you the bird saliva.”

“It looks warm.” James commented as he picked it up to examine it. “That’s so unsettling.”

“Ick.” Tom grimaced and picked up a card. “James, which guest would you not invite back to the show?”

The audience reacted accordingly and you raised your eyebrows at the host.

“I can’t answer that.” James held his hand over his mouth as he stared at the bird saliva in front of him.

“Then why do you get asked that in every installment of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts?” You asked bluntly, making the audience laugh.

“That’s an excellent question and I’m going to think about it while I drink this bird saliva.” James looked you right in the eyes as he took a sip from the small glass. You cringed when he swallowed it and immediately went to take a sip of water.

“Ew. Is it thick?” You wondered as he coughed into his elbow.

“You don’t want to know.” James said hoarsely, shaking his head.

“Do I go now?” Tom asked, already forgetting the order of turns.

“Yes, you pick for Y/n.” James told him as he wiped his mouth.

“Okay.” Tom smiled deviantly and spun the table. “I’m gonna give you the turkey testicles because I know how much you love-“

“Tom.” You cut him off with a stern look.

“Turkey burgers.” He finished his sentence. “She loves turkey burgers.”

You squinted your eyes at him as he laughed devilishly.

“I’m about to walk out.” You threatened him once your fate was put in front of you.

“It’s not a true interview with us unless one of us threatens to leave.” Tom noted as he picked up his card. “Who do you think is the smallest Avenger?”

“Oh, definitely Mackie.” You answered confidently, relieved you didn’t have to eat the “food” in front of you.

“But he’s taller than me.” Tom tilted his head in confusion and your eyes widened.

“Oh you meant height?” You asked, fully misunderstanding the original question. The audience erupted into laughter and you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“WHAT?” James asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“I thought you were asking about something else.” You said sheepishly as you shrunk in your seat.

“This is CBS.” He reminded you and you have an apologetic grin.

“Next question.” You requested, wanted to move on from your lapse in judgment.

“This ones for Tom and I’m giving you the salmon smoothie.” James decided. “Tom, how much did you get paid for Spiderman: Far From Home?”

“Enough to put a 20 karat ring on Y/n’s finger.” Tom response was immediate and you lit up in delight. You held your hand up to your ear so the camera could see it.

“With matching earrings.” You said coyly before letting out a laugh, all while Tom watched you with a childlike grin.

“My turn. I’m gonna give you the tarantula. James.” You decided and picked up a card. “Who was your least favorite guest on Carpool Karaoke?”

You held the card to your chest as you looked at him expectantly, knowing he’d never answer it.

“I can’t answer that.” He shook his head. “I have an answer but I can’t say it.”

“When you met Lin Manuel Miranda, did he bite his lip?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Tom burst out laughing at you, knowing exactly what you were talking about.

“Oh my God. She’s obsessed with that one picture of the guy.” Tom explained.

“It’s so funny. EUHYYYHY WE WERE MARRIED THAT NIGHT.” You imitated the countless singing videos of Lin Manuel Miranda you’d seen on Tik Tok that left you in tears of laughter every night.

“I hear this everyday.” Tom told James as you laughed at yourself.

“I can’t. I can’t. Sorry Lin.” You giggled again before calming down.

“Lin was perfectly lovely and we would love to have him back.” James brought the conversation back to the question. “I have an answer but I just can’t say who it was.”

“Then you better put that spider in your mouth.” Tom nodded towards the spider.

“It’s easy. I do it all the time. Wink wink.” You gave the camera an over exaggerated wink.

“Oh My God. Every time.” Tom scolded you as you made yet another innuendo.

“It smells horrible.” James whined as he leaned down to sniff the tarantula.

“Well it’s a dead bug. Were you expecting Japanese Cherry Blossom?” You sassed him.

“Oh God. Here we go.” James plugged his nose and took a tiny bite of the spiders leg.

“How is it?” Tom wondered as he watched in disgust. “Is it crunchy?”

“It’s gooey.” James told him before wiping his face with his napkin.

“I could’ve told you that.” You shrugged, causing Tom to give you a stern look that told you to behave.

“Stop it.” He couldn’t contain his laughter. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s my turn to ask Y/n.” James said as he looked around the table for what hadn’t been used yet.

“Fire away.” You said casually despite the butterflies in your tummy over what he could possible ask you.

“Okay Y/n, I’m gonna give you the grasshoppers.” You bit your tongue between your teeth as James moved the table towards you.

“Delicious.” You grimaced as you poked around in the bowl of grasshoppers.

“Y/n, if you had to date one of Tom’s brothers to save his life, which would you pick?” James read off the card and the audience murmured with anticipation.

“How would I get into that situation?” You stalled your answer, knowing you’d have to pick between hurting Toms feelings or eating a bug.

“And how do I prevent her from getting into that situation?” Tom added, making you laugh. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew the question bothered him.

“You have to answer the question or get to eating. Come on now, before they hop away.” James joked, making the audience laugh. You stared into the bowl of grasshoppers and knew there was no way you could put it on your mouth without throwing up. You gulped and looked at your husband, giving him an apologetic pout before looking at James.

“I guess Sam.” You said weakly and quickly moved the grasshoppers away from you.

“Why Sam?” James asked, always trying to get the best response he could.

“That’s not the question.” You quipped as you taped the card with your fingernail.

“I want to know too.” Tom spoke up, making your stomach drop. You shrugged and folded your arms to look relaxed.

“He was the first one that came to mind and I don’t think you’d want me to sit here and go over the pro’s and con’s of dating all your brothers. Plus, he’s a great chef.” You answered, and to your surprise, Tom smiled.

“That’s true.” He nodded. “Good job, baby.”

“Thank you.” You blew him a playful kiss which he caught and then pretended to throw away to get a laugh. You shot him a look before returning your attention to the table.

“Stop it.” You warned. “Who’s turn is it?”

“It’s your turn, Mrs. Holland.” Tom said, always taking the opportunity to call you that.

“Okay. I’m gonna give you the bulls penis.” You said lovingly as you moved the table.

“You’re too kind, my love.” He teased as it landed in front of him.

“I know. It’s my gift since you always give me the-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Tom cut you off. “I don’t even want to know how it ends.”

“Fine. I won’t.” You gave the audience a pointed look and they laughed at your antics. You picked up your card and read the question, immediately laughing at what it asked. You were about to read the question when an idea popped into your head. Tom noticed the way your expression changed and sensed something was up.

“Oh no. I’m scared already.” He smiled nervously as you looked at the card again. Finally, you looked Tom in the eye and gave him a soft smile.

“Are you excited to be a father?” You asked the question that had been weighing on your mind ever since you took a pregnancy test in an airport bathroom two days ago. You wanted to break the news in a memorable way, and constantly being on planes or in cars made that difficult.

This show, however, made it easy.

Toms face melted from a playful smile to wide eyes at your question. The audience quieted down as everyone waited for Tom’s response.

“What?” He asked slowly, studying your face closely to see if you were joking.

“That’s what it says.” You put it simply, makes Toms face shift into a smile. James took the card fork where you had set it down, knowing damn well his writers hadn’t put that as a question, and read it.

“This card says “how big is it?”” James read off the card as he looked at you, making you chuckle slightly.

“I took a creative liberty.” You shrugged. Tom and James looked at each other, both thinking the other was up to something.

“Are you pregnant?” Tom leaned closer to you from across the table to ask.

“You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve chosen what food I have to eat.” You reminded him as you gestured to the table.

“Not to make this about me, but It’s also not your turn.” James threw in a joke as he watched the drama unfold.

“Cow tongue.” Tom said quickly and shifted the table so the cow tongue was in front of you. He looked up at you with all the hope in the world as you gagged at the tongue. “There. Are you really pregnant?”

“Oof.” You blew out a breath. “That’s a toughy.”

“That’s a toughy?” Tom asked in exasperation. You could see his leg bouncing under the table from anticipation but you wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

“Yeah. I mean, I really want to tell you, but this cow tongue also looks really good.” You teased him, making him let out a whine.

“She’s got a point, there.” James nodded, squeezing your hand under the table to congratulate you.

“No she doesn’t!” Tom exclaimed. “Baby? Are you actually pregnant?”

You knew Tom couldn’t take the suspense anymore and broke into a grin.

“Yes.” You told him. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Really? We’re gonna have a baby?” Toms eyes welled with tears as he covered his mouth with both his hands. He’d been wanting to start a family for a while now but you hadn’t had any luck in conceiving.

Until now.

“Yeah, honey. We’re gonna have a baby.” You reached across the table and rubbed his hand with your thumb before pointing finger guns at the camera. “Keep watching to find out who the father is!”

The audience, who had been busy cheering at your news, switched to laughter.

“She’s kidding. It’s me.” Tom assured the audience.

“He’s kidding.” You insisted. “It’s Benedict!”

“Congratulations to the both of you.” James said sincerely. “I think that just about wraps this up this segment. My producer is going to be very happy with me for getting that information out of you without even asking.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at him as he leaned in to press a congratulatory kiss on your cheek. Tom finally broke out of his shocked state and got out of his chair, rushing to you and practically pulling you out of your seat to hug you. His hug was firm but gentle all at the same time, especially around your tummy. He pressed your face into his neck and you heard him sniffle, making you take his hand and put it on your tummy.

“We have about three minutes of commercial break. Excellent job guys.” James said as he got out of his seat. “That was definitely the best Spill Your Guts we’ve ever done. I might have to hire Y/n as a writer here.” He joked.

“Thanks for having us James. All three of us.” You said as you pulled away from Tom. Tom kept a protective hand on your tummy as you rubbed circles on his back.

“I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I’m so happy for you both. That’s beautiful.” James shook Toms hand to congratulate him as well.

“Well when you plank all over someone and don’t use a-

“That’s enough.” Tom cut you off but kept his smile on. “That’s enough for today.”

You leaned into him and took his hand, kissing the back of it as you all walked back towards the main stage.

“Can you believe we met planking on each other for a video and now we’re having a baby?” You asked him.

“I know.” He shook his head in pleasant shock. “We should name our baby BBC, since we met at BBC radio 1.

“You suggesting that tells me you don’t know the other meaning of BBC.” You laughed as you took a seat on James’s couch.

“What’s the other meaning?” Tom looked at you in confusion. You laughed gleefully and patted Toms cheek, always delighted by his innocence.

“Oh, Tom.” You sighed. “I’ll let you google that one.”

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years

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✨Wing Beifong✨

Masterlist✨ Request Rules

Request; Hii could I anonymously (you dont have to tag me in the post) request a Wing Beifong Fluff? Maybe where the reader and Wing are a fresh couple and are practicing metal/earthbending together? ☺️ and the Korra Team and his family mention how cute they are?

A/N; I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings; fluff and slight cursing?

Being the younger sister of Mako and Bolin was rough as it is. Two overprotective brothers? Check. Being babied for being a girl AND the youngest? Double-check. Anything you can think of, stereotypes and all, that’s them. However, everything changed when you met Korra. Your brother’s never let you join the Fire Ferrets for their pro-bending things, so you were just a groupie. You also had Earthbending so even if they wanted you, you really couldn’t join anyways.

But you met Korra, and you were so happy to see a strong girl, and she’s the Avatar? Hell yes! You were on team Avatar, Mako always argued that you shouldn’t be allowed to go on their dangerous missions, but Bolin and Korra always disagreed, plus you had Asumi on your side now so it wasn’t a problem. Haha, you’re outmatched Mako >:)

Which leads you to where you are now. Zaofu of the Earthkingdom, looking for the new Airbender. Bolin and you were so excited, so many Earthbenders and Metalbenders! You never tried Metalbending, Bolin taught you everything you knew so if he didn’t know it, you didn’t either.

You were enjoying the tour that Suyin Beifong was giving you of her home. “And these are my youngest, Wei and Wing. They’re playing a game they invented, power disc is what they call it.” Suyin explained, causing you to walk over to the railing to water. They were twins but they could be easily told apart by their smiles. ‘Oh god, was I staring too much?’ You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a buzzer go off and the twin you were staring at on the ground.

“Good job Wei!” Suyin praised one of her sons, earning a small cheer from him. “Wing almost had me, but he was making goo-goo eyes at the girl.” Wei laughed as he pointed at you. Your entire face went flush with embarrassment as did Wing’s. “Shut up Wei!” He hissed and punched his brother’s shoulder, Mako was already grabbing your arm and dragging you off. Both of your brothers made threatening glare at Wing, Mako holding a ball of fire in his hands and Bolin just cracked his knuckles.

You huffed and tried to pull away from them as they dragged you away, well mostly Mako. He was the eldest and always tried to protect you both no matter what but, Bolin could take care of himself and why couldn’t you?

“Mako! Let me go!” You huffed and pushed him away with a grunt. Korra stopped and was at your side. “Yeah, Mako. She is allowed to have crushes.” She scolded. “Crush?! I do not!” You argued, turning bright red. At this point everyone had stopped, staring at you and making the embarrassment worse. “Ugh, we are here for the Airbender! Not to talk about my brothers destroying my love life!” You argued and started to storm off. “Y/n!” Bolin called for you but stopped. “Trust me, she just needs space.” Suyin stated in a motherly tone. The boys reluctantly nodded and carried on.

You had bumped back into the twins as you were exploring. You bumped into Wing and fell to the ground. “Oh spirits, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled nervously and helped you up. “Oh no it’s okay, honestly I should be sorry. I caused you to lose that game right?” You excused as you took his hand and stood up. “Oh well, it’s hard to resist looking at a pretty face.” Wing smiled, soon turning pink when he realized what he said, you did as well.

“Your Wing right? Where’s Wei?” “Oh, he went to brag to our dad about wining because I got distracted.” You giggled softly and then realized he didn’t even know your name! “M-My name is Y-Y/n.” You mumbled shyly and looked down at your feet. “Y/n is a lovely name.” Wing chuckled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So are you a Firebender? I assume since your Mako held some fire at me.” He laughed nervously.

You shook your head with a smile. “No, Bolin and I are Earthbenders. Mako is the only Firebender from my mom’s side of the family. My father is from the Earthkingdom, Ba Sing Se. That’s all I know, Mako and Bolin don’t tell me much about them. I was too young to remember.” You shrug as you start walking again, him following suit. “What do you mean?” “Oh! My parents were killed. I was really young at the time, only like three or two.” You shrug.

“I’m sorry.” Wing said softly, glancing at you now and then. “Don’t be!” You said with the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen. “Well, to change the subject, do you Metlbend?” “Oh no. Bolin taught me everything I know, and he can’t Metalbend so I can’t either. Watching you though, it was very enchanting! The movements were so graceful from you two. Bolin and I do street style, fighting dirty I guess you could say.” You shrugged and looked over at him, the stray hair curled on his forehead looked so cute. “I could teach you if you’d like.” Wing offered with a smile. “I’d like that!”

That morning was eventful. Since your clothes were a little bland and dirty, Opal lent you an outfit that she didn’t wear. It was the usual Earthkingdom garb but not a dress, since you weren’t really that ‘ladylike’ anyways. It was the usual loose-fitting pale green shirt and dark green pants. When you walked into the dining room for breakfast, you sat by Wing. Mako and Bolin were LIVID.

Like, why are you sitting by the guy that was checking you out yesterday? Mako being his usual self was glaring. You noticed this, and Earthbended the ground to hit him in the shin. He let out a grunt and you just smirked happily.

“Wei, Wing! Are you doing another power disc game today?” Suyin asked, earning the attention of everyone. “Um, actually...I’m gonna be teaching Y/n how to Metalbend.” Wing said with a smile. “That’s great! I’m going to be teaching Korra as well. You should join us, Bolin.” She smiled as your brother. “I can’t actually Metalbend. I’ve tried before and couldn’t- Ow Mako..” Bolin whined the last part but sighed. “I guess I’ll try..” He grumbled.

The teaching went really well! Both you and Korra seemed to be naturals. Bolin obviously didn’t want to be there but Mako requested that he go to keep an eye on you and Wing. Currently, Wing was showing you positions for bending. He was telling you jokes and you had little giggles as you moved with him. It was a fun time and Korra stopped to watch with Bolin and Suyin.

“Doesn’t Y/n look happy?” Korra said with a soft chuckle. Suyin hummed in agreement, “I haven’t seen Wing this happy since he was a child.” The mother gushed, sighing softly. “I know, it’s cute.” Bolin admitted with a grumble. “I’m happy for her, but Mako is being his overprotective self over our babysis.” He sighed softly and looked down.

You and Wing started to get closer the more time you spent in Zoafu. Then Korra was almost kidnapped. You were terrified when Wei, Wing, Suyin, and Lin sat they were going to attack from the top. What if they got to the Beifong’s, your heart would be broken. You hadn’t confessed your feelings, neither did Wing but it was pretty obvious that you and Wing liked each other more than friends as you lead on.

“Are we in the clear?” Wing’s voice rang through the radio. “No, not clear.” Mako said but they went anyways. You were crying at this point, scared that they would be killed and so would Korra. Your mind was going a hundred miles a minute until you say that they were safe. You practically jumped into Wing’s arms when you saw him. “Thank the spirits you’re okay. I was so worried!” You cry as he hugs you back tightly. “I was worried about you. Still being down here. I was safer up there, plus you know I’m strong.” Wing whispered against your hair and squeezed you tightly.

“Shut up…” You sniffled and got on your tippy-toes to kiss the Beifong boy. You felt his smile through the kiss, which caused you to giggle. He spun you both around happily as you kissed. When you both pulled away you realized all eyes were on you. Mako was giving Wing his best death glare. “Mako…” Bolin started but Mako just shook his head and put his hand on Wing’s shoulder. “Just take care of her.” He mumbled with a small smile before walking away.

Bolin was freaking out but in a happy way. “OHMYGOSH you guys are soooo cute!” He gushes with Opal and Suyin. Suyin gives an approving smile as Wing wraps his arm around your waist. Everyone seemed to think you were the cutest couple ever. You were also a very badass one but we’ll get into that later

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 days

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hello! I am the person who requested that reader with a cat who likes the boys a lot if u remember that request.

may I request (if ur not uncomfortable with it) some period comfort with an afab!reader (they/them pls) just taking care and helping reader with their period? if it's not too much can u also include reader sleeping a lot and craving lots of food (typical ik) and how reader just gets mad rlly easily.

characters: bi-han, syzoth, shang tsung, kenshi, raiden and liu kang

thank u and have a good day :) (smiling through the pain)

author note: I'm super late, but I suppose it's better than never. Hope you'll like these! Link to the cat post

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…He can smell when you are on your period. -Actually Kenshi can even tell when it is coming so he is always ready with food when it finally comes. -He tries to keep your pelvis warm and treat you softly since your body gets sore way more easily. -Kenshi goes a bit insane when you're ovulating, so now he is more calm and soft. -He'll try to make your mean comments slide, but it is hard for him, so it's better not to exaggerate, or Kenshi will snap back.

Raiden: -Really sweet and understand your needs. -But Raiden won't be a sticky boyfriend. He has work to do and won't take a day off. -When he finally understands how this period works for you, he will be prepared for the next one. -Your fave food? Check. Warm beverages? Check. Cover and 3 different kinds of movies to match your current mood? Check. -When Raiden gets home tho he is all for you. He likes to put you in his arms and draw circles on your hand, waiting for you to fall asleep on his chest. -Mean words are nothing to him. A king of taking the hit and making it slide off him.

Liu Kang: -"You bastard! Couldn't you erase menstruation while creating this world?" You whine into his arms, cramps making you curl in his body.

"Would you rather lay eggs, dear one?" Liu Kang replies, with a smile on his face, forefinger lifting your chin up to make you look into his brilliant eyes.

"You are just a meanie." You snap back, pushing his face away from yours, making a laughter blossom in his throat. -He tries not to make you eat too much junk food, but he'll back off when you look at him with fury in your eyes. -His body is better than any cover.

Bi-Han: -I'm sorry, but he would be pretty cold. -He was raised in a way that even if you were dying, you should take care of yourself without the help of anybody, so at max, he'll send your way a doctor. -Bi-Han has to work A LOT on being a normal human. He really doesn't know how to work around normal feelings that are outside his field of work. -And the future grandmaster lessons he has been given as a kid never focused on helping his partner out. It is already much that he decided who to be with. -Bi-Han probably knows very little about how menstruation works, mostly because they taught him not to care about other people and just think about how to be the perfect Lin Kuei's leader. -First work on making him act as a decent human, then Bi-Han will even make you a special tea to make your cramps less painful. -And if you look particularly pitiful he may snuck junk food too…

Syzoth: -The first time he saw you losing blood, he panicked because "Why are you losing blood?!?!" -After you explain how things work, Syzoth will let out a breath of relief. -Surprisingly, he understands pretty well that losing blood is a pain, so he doesn't mind following your order like a butler. -Syzoth is gonna snuggle under the covers with you, btw. -Not used to you being mean tho, even if he understands you aren't fine, he still takes those words personally.

Shang Tsung: -Actually, he'd make a potion to make your cramps fade. -But he doesn't do anything for nothing…are you ready to try his next experiments? Maybe the potion isn't as safe as he says. -Shang Tsung satisfies your cravings, but don't nag too much, or he'll get annoyed. -Also, don't be mean, or he will snap back, then you'll start to cry, and actually Shang Tsung has a weakness: your tears. Then he'll have to try to make you stop, but sadly, another mean word slips…it's an endless cycle that makes him think just "Hope this will end soon."

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laos-soft-bunny · 3 years

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Icy Charge.

Bi-Han. Smut warning. Bdsm elements, also you are thrown though an ice wall. So unhealthy elements but he takes care of you. Also like heartbreak at the start. Also a bit of Kuai love.

(Translations: Qīnài de: darling. bǎobèi:baby. Wǒ huì shāle tā: I’ll kill him)

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Bi-Han paced silently though the halls of the Lin Kuei temple, watching and waiting. The temperature ticking slowly down around him. He was frustrated. You were late. He was a very, very impatient man. The drink in his hand was turning to a slushy mess, the cup forming to ice. Bi-Han’s icy blue eyes were closed, his breathing slow. Someone was here that wasn’t supposed to be. Boots quietly making their way across the floor. Bi-Han’s hand crushed the glass in his hand in one swift motion as he turned on his heel to follow the sound.

Glass crushed to the floor in shards. Bi-Han’s eyes turned even darker in annoyance as he opened them to see who was disturbing his presence. His breath fogged out his mask as he dropped the temperature in the room. Opening his hand he created an ice shard. “Who is here” he calls out sternly. No one called back. It wasn’t you. He knew when it was you. He could feel the warmth from your body when you entered the room. “Brother ” Kuai Liang calls from behind him. Bi-Han turns on his heel to face his younger brother. “What is it Kuai” he whispers as he lowly growls, still annoyed there is someone in the temple. “It’s your Qīnài de” Kuai calls out, racing to catch up with Bi-Han. Bi-Han’s face twisted into a concerned anger. “Where..is-“ Bi-Han began to mutter under his breath as Kenshi rounded the corner into the grandmasters chamber. “YOU” Bi-Han yelled as he turned around.

His eyes widened and he stopped mid sentence as he seen you laying limp in Kenshi’s arms. “bǎobèi” Bi-Han yelled as he rushed over to Kenshi. “WHAT HAPPENED TO HER” Bi-Han just got louder as panic set in. The blood on your face and your busted nose shot him through the heart. “bǎobèi no.. no bǎobèi wake up” Bi-Han pleaded not giving Kenshi time to explain as he took you from his arms. You didn’t move and Bi-Han pressed his cold fingers to your neck, checking for a pulse. “She is okay Grandmaster. She got jumped by the Red Dragon.. Kano got his for messing with her. He got the worst of the fight. Her nose is shattered and she’s okay.. she’s out cold though.” Kenshi began to explain what he witnessed. “The assault was already over by the time I got to her” Kenshi continues and hands your necklace to him. Bi-Han begins to shake with anger as he kneels down holding you close. “Wǒ huì shāle tā” Bi-Han’s voice was now shaking with rage as he stroked his finger across your nose gently.

The next few weeks Bi-Han was very caring and tender towards you. He made sure you were cared for and was cooking meals for you. His mother’s recipes were always amazing when he made them. Bi-Han kept a constant eye on you as the healing process was happening. Kuai took over the missions for a while. while you slept peacefully in Bi-Hans bed, curled up holding onto his pillow, Bi-Han sat on the floor and watched, calmly for once, his mind was at rest. His girl could handle anything life threw at her and he knew it. You snuggled the pillow tighter and made a whine that drew Bi-Han to full attention. Something was disturbing your sleep. And Bi-Han would punch the dream in its face,if he could, if that meant his baby rested undisturbed. Waiting until you quieted back down and slept again before he stopped staring at you and went back to his resting sitting place on the soft carpet. Bi-Han knew it would be time to return to missions with the Lin Kuei soon. Sooner rather than later it came.

Loud crashes came from across the temple where the grandmasters thrones were. A startled Bi-Han pushed himself off the floor quickly and shot down the hallway. Kuai was reared up, hands ready to fight. The eldest Cryomancer was behind his brother in no time, Ice blade already formed as he stood face to face with His lovers assaulter. Kano smirked, and Bi-Hans chest tightened. “Get out of my temple Kano” Kuai Liang had spoken the words aggressively, making the Aussie laugh and step forward. “Another step and I’m driving this shard through your jugular” Bi-Han growled through gritted teeth. Kano laughed even harder and came at Bi-Han. He did as he promised and shoved the ice through Kano’s neck and without a second thought froze the blood the spilled out of his neck, into another weapon and stabbed that one though kano’s chest. Bi-Han let out a growl that ripped through his chest and caused his armor to tremble. He pulled the ice blade through the rest of Kano’s neck. The Lin Kuei’s most deadly assassin bared his teeth and was seething with rage. Kuai wrapped his arms around his brother, pulling him off Kano, he was dead and that’s what Bi-Han wanted. Bi-Han shoved Kuai off with a hard grunt and stormed out the door.

You lay asleep, unaware of anything that just happened in your sacred home. Your eyes slowly flutter open as the bed dips. You whine sleepily and reach out like a child for Bi-Han. The room isn’t as cold as it usually was with Bi-Han. Kuai could control his temperature a bit more. It was a comfortable warm with a slight chill. “Not big brother” Kuai whispers as he gives your hand a gentle kiss before he stands and motions to the small breakfast on the bedside table, whispering “eat darling”. He had not seen you leave the room for days and wanted to make sure you ate. You began to eat the breakfast, but noticing Bi-Han was gone from the temple. The cold had settled to a slight warmth, and that was usual. Bi-Han made the temple feel like an ice castle. The older Cyromancer had been gone for hours, he found some missions to keep him busy.

You stumbled out of bed finally, pulling on a discarded shirt from the chair in the room, some black pants and finally the training hoodie you always wore. As the grandmasters girlfriend you had to train the young Lin Kuei. You trained with these kids and they became like family to you. You gave them your everything. But one thing burned on your mind, and that was Bi-Han. He had not been very sexually advanced toward you recently, and it kinda bothered you. You felt like you just weren’t attractive to him. The only interaction was forehead kisses before you went to bed. In the midst of your next thought one of the younger Lin Kuei warriors sweeped your leg out from underneath you and you fell, flat on your ass. He was in his defensive position when you shook out of your thoughts. A small hand was offered to you, even though he was small, he gave all his might to help you up, and it was the thought that counts. You smiled and said “nice one little Lin Kuei warrior. You caught me off guard”. He cheered silently and gave a small bow. You returned the bow and slowly realized that the smell of dumplings filled the training room. “Ah it smells like lunch may be ready, my little warriors” you said out loud, giving them fist bumps. “You guys did awesome today with training” you told the small group. You headed into the dining room.

Same routine every day, except Days had passed, no word from Bi-Han, Kuai was nervously messing with his chopsticks and his head snapped from his thoughts when you and the children came into sight for dinner. You sat next to the other grandmaster and his brows furrowed. “Bi-Han has been gone for almost 2 weeks” Kuai stated, point blank, with anxiety tipping at his tone. He was never this worried. You on the other hand was the real mess, your eyes were swollen from the lack of sleep and so much crying. You missed Bi-Han miserably. You didn’t feel at peace at all, your soul was worried, and your physical exhaustion showed. Bi-Hans absence drove you to the edge of sever depression. You excused yourself from dinner with the children and other Lin Kuei, and went back to the chambers you shared with Bi-Han, tears falling steadily. Sometime soon Kuai had gently climbed into the bed with you, and was holding you as you cried. “I miss him so much and.. I feel so neglected” you said though sobs. You didn’t need to explain the lack of affection to Kuai, he understood, but he held you though the sobs and he tried his best to comfort you. He was unable to bring himself to leave you in this miserable state. You were so sexually frustrated, that was one of the main causes of your attitude and emotions, but you were not gonna admit that to Kuai. The simple touches of his affection was enough to remind you just how lonely you were. You did the one thing you never thought you would do.

Before you could stop yourself, you had your hand tangled in the thick black hair of Kuai Liang’s, pulling him to you and leaning in to smash your lips with his. Shocked, Kuai kissed back, and your hands held him there, though he was not pulling back. You knew that you needed this and he knew it too. You began to relax As his hands rested on your hips, but slowly you pulled back. Shame flooded your face as you thought about Bi-Han and what he would do to his brother if he found out you had made out with him. But Kuai’s mind was already hazy and he pulled you back against him and brought your lips back together. In the heat of the moment the room’s temperature suddenly bottomed out. Bi-Han was watching his younger brother kiss you and touch your hips. A loud growl ripped through the room, almost animalistic. You pulled back and stared in horror as Bi-Han had formed an ice blade and came towards you and Kuai. Bi-Han stomped angerly when he got to the edge of the bed, an ice wall forming to the ceiling. His hands reached for Kuai’s throat but you got in between them before Bi-Han could grab Kuai. Bi-Han’s tone was deadly, and he snarled out “move before I kill you”. You pushed him back and said “it’s not his fault B-Bi-Han. It’s mine. I kissed him first..” but before you could continue your explanation Bi-Han’s hands had grasped your collar of your shirt and he was throwing you. The ice shattered around you as you went through the ice wall. You screamed in pain as you adjusted to the negative temperature in the room mixing with the ice shards that have cut you up. Kuai was already at your side as you landed and Bi-Han came toward the two of you.

The brothers began to spar. “Maybe if you didn’t cause her to feel like she had no choice to get attention and actually feel like she’s worthy of love, she wouldn’t have kissed me!” Kuai yelled at the older cryomancer. “I have to do the work you can’t seem to finish! I didn’t have time to take care of her because of you!” Bi-Han yells back, swinging at Kuai. Kuai ducked and they began to fight physically. You groan in pain and the ice melts that was stabbed in your back. A few minutes later, you manage to push yourself off the ground, shivering as the ice froze the blood that escaped. “ENOUGH” you yelled shoving your way between the two of them. For once they both listened. “Bi-Han!” You screamed in frustration. “I’ll be back to deal with you!” You said as you pulled Kuai out of the room and you demanded him to go clean up the blood on his face. You were pissed off and stormed back to the chambers. Bi-Han was fuming. As he seen you, he met you half way, slamming the door behind you and pinning you to it.

“So you think making out with my brother in OUR bed would help solve everything? Why the FUCK didn’t you-“ Bi-Han began to spew as he had your hands above your head. “Bi-Han! Shut the fuck up and LISTEN!” You screamed as you fought against his grip. Bi-Han actually shut up and waited for your reasoning. “You’ve neglected me since I got injured! I’ve made advances toward you and you’ve shrugged me off! Even when I was healed!” You say, frustration in your voice. “And you haven’t touched me in months! I needed affection! You left me so god damn touch starved!” You continued, getting more angry. Bi-Han huffed and before you could speak again his fingers were pushing past the waistband of your jeans and past your underwear, pressing against your clit, causing you to stumble over your words. “Is this what you want” Bi-Han whispered deeply. “You fucking brat” he finishes his sentence, his words dripping with venom. He wastes no time in pushing two fingers into your tight heat.

Panting you close your eyes as he begins his rough pace, curling his fingers. “Say it” he growls, it rumbles his chest. You stutter before your eyes give away your desire. “Y-yes Bi-Han” you whisper in a low whimper. “You will call me Grandmaster, you ungrateful brat” he whispers into your ear, before he bites your earlobe. You shiver and whisper “yes grandmaster..” you sigh as his fingers start to move more roughly. You moan out, unable to help yourself. You cave and spread your legs a little bit. He pressed his knee between your legs to hold you steady as his free hand grips your neck, and he squeezes. You gasp and whimper, closing your eyes. His icy blue eyes bore into you as he watches your neck and your breathing struggle. With one simple movement he moves his knee, and has you on yours, back against the door. Bi-Han let’s out a loud growl, pushing his pants and underwear down his legs. His cock finally freed, he grabs your head and pushes his head past your lips with no hesitation. You gag a bit and that makes him throw his head back and let out a frustrated moan. He lets you adjust a bit before he begins to throat fuck you relentlessly. “Such a good girl with my cock in your throat” he coos and tangles his hand in your hair. “Be fucking good and you’ll be rewarded” he follows up the sentence with a smack to your face. It makes you moan around him. “Oh such a good little whore.. you enjoyed that didn’t you” Bi-Han said, lust dripping in his tone.

Letting yourself relax as he uses your face, you start to feel super turned on. Bi-Han tangles his hair into your hair and guides you to take his whole cock, making your eyes water. He pulled back out and gave you a minute to breathe, gently stroking your cheek. Bi-Han would hurt you but he still had a heart. “Up” he whispered sternly, offering you his hands. You took them, your knees shaking slightly. Bi-Han pulled you to your feet and in no time had his hands around your ass, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. leaving your clothes across the room. He kissed you as he carried you toward the bed. In no time he had your back on the bed, his hips pressing against yours. “Hands up.. brat” Bi-Han whispered into your ear, knowing how you reacted to commands. He didn’t want to force you into something when he knew a command would make you shiver, and that it did. You raised your hands obediently above your head, and Bi-Han’s own pinned them down, Forming ice around them and locking them into place. You squirmed as his cold fingers danced down from your cheek to your neck and before he went any further he ripped his shirt in two with one hand, finally releasing your wrists. Bi-Han’s eyes watched your pleading ones. You were so turned on, you soaked his thighs. His icy eyes got darker and he took part of the shirt, lifting your head gently and tying it around your head.

The loss of your sight made you hyper aware of how his fingers felt, how hard he was touching and how cold he was letting himself be. He dipped his head, letting his tongue run down your neck, causing the skin to prickle under the ice cold tongue. He found your favorite spot and started to kiss and suck. Moans rose from your lips, as you began to grind against his hips slowly. “You are such a good girl when you are under me, soaking my thighs” Bi-Han whispered into your ear before quickly moving his head to take one of your breasts in his mouth, biting down on your nipple gently, before he went to the other one and gave it attention. The whines falling from your lips were utterly pleasing to his ears. Sliding himself down the bed in a seamless motion, he was between your thighs and the heat from you, caused him to drool. As arrogant and cocky as Bi-Han was when it came to you, he turned to a eager, impatient dom. He couldn’t lick you quick enough. Bi-Han’s hands pulled your thighs apart with ease and over his shoulders. His tongue found your clit and he began his licking and sucking. His hands on your hips kept you from squirming away. Bi-Han dropped his body temperature and the temperature in the room, causing his tongue to send shivers through you that wracked your whole body, a light layer of ice was forming on your hips. When you tried to move away as he was assaulting your clit with his tongue, he squeezed tighter and held you down. His eyes looked up at you, moaning and your body trembling. He dips his tongue into you and pushed in. You gasped loudly, struggling against the ice needing to touch him. His hard cock strained against the bed.

Bi-Han let out a throaty moan against you, as your insides tightened around his tongue. “A-ah G-grandmaster I-“ you stuttered out, your body shaking as orgasm wracks you. Bi-Han’s fingers tightened so hard on your hips, he knew there would be bruises. He kept working his tongue letting you ride out your orgasm, grinding on his face. He drank every drop he could get from you like he was starving. He gave you a second to recover as he cleaned your juices off his face. He roughly grabbed your still iced hands, and shattered the ice on them, holding them and wrapping them with the other half of his torn shirt. “You okay” Bi-Han’s voice was soft and velvet. He didn’t want you to lose your hands. You nodded and gave a small “yes sir”. Bi-Han’s strong hands pulled you to the edge of the bed and had you flipped over on your stomach before he spoke again. “You use your safe word if you need it..what is it princess?” He asked you. His cold fingers tracing your back where the blood had dried. “Fire” you said, loud enough for him to hear. “Good girl” Bi-Han muttered as his hands began to form an ice whip. He smirked at his own skill. He settled back in between your legs, pulling you flush against his hips, pushing his cock into you. You made a loud shocking moan and your fingers curled into the sheets.

Bi-Han would test your limits. He finished sinking his cock into you, and his right hand gripped into this icy whip. And boy did the whip shape well. It made Bi-Han’s cock twitch inside you. The cryomancer watched your back move as you breathed, he trailed the edge down your back, causing you to moan and whimper. It scared you when he made new things to play with that you couldn’t see. “B-Bi-Han please..” you moaned out as he expertly trailed it across your spine. You were trembling. Bi-Han cracked it across your shoulders and you let a scream of pain out. Blood began to trail where he hit. Bi-Han got even harder than he already was inside you, which caused you to moan after whimpering from the sting. He wouldn’t use it long because he was ready to fuck you. His free hand found the sweet spot on your back and his voice deepened as he moaned and cracked the whip right against where his hand just moved. Bi-Han enjoyed your tormented cries but not much longer, he pressed the flat of his tongue to the blood and licked. You moaned loud and ripped the Sheets under your fingers as the blood froze under his tongue. Oh that drove him crazy. He laid a few more cracks against your soft flesh before he discarded the whip across the room, his hands going to your hips in an instant, and he began to fuck into your tight heat.

Bi-Han panted as he filled you completely and pulled the most gorgeous moans from your lips. Still on his cock, he flipped you onto you back. You whimpered as the mattress pressed into the fresh cuts. Your hands went up to Bi-Hans shoulders and clawed him as he started to pound into you at an angle, hitting the right spot, making you tighten around him. “Oh fuck bǎobèi” he moaned shameless loud and fucked you into the mattress. His hands pinned down your arms again as he kept pressing against your sweet spot. You moaned so loud, you knew others would hear you. “Ah fuck grandmaster I’m close” you moaned as you tangled your hands into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you roughly. Your tongues fought for dominance, knowing you stood no chance against him though. He bit down on your lip and pulled hard enough to cause blood to start. The coppery warmth caused him to snap his hips even harder into you. You let out a scream of “Bi-Han- ah fuck GRANDMASTER” as you started to cum. Bi-Han turned your sweat to ice as he began to lose his pace, while you squeezed around him as you orgasmed. “Oh.. oh FUCK” Bi-Han yelled as his orgasm tore though his body, causing him to shake. He pinned himself as deep inside of you as he could get and his hot cum filled you. He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in a thick fog. His hand reached up and removed your blindfold and as you opened your eyes to see him trying to steady his breathing on your chest, you realized he had his mask on. “Wh-when did you” you began to ask through labored breathing. His eyes looked to you and you could see the smirk playing in his eyes even though he was still breathing hard. “Right before we came. I know you like seeing me in it. Figured you’d wanna see it when you finally regained sight” he said, his hands rubbing your cheek. It’s true he did look so sexy in it. “C’mon let’s get you a bath” he said as he picked you up and carried you into the bathroom. He started the bath water as he treated the slashes. “I love you. bǎobèi. “ Bi-Han whispered into your ear as his fingers sealed the wounds. “I love you, Bi-Han” you responded as you looked into the mirror and watched him. He ducked his head and kissed your neck.

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*Daveed Diggs x Reader

*Request: Anonymous asked: “heyyy i really enjoyed reading your writing of Daveed diggs! Can i request one where Daveed diggs and y/n(maybe like a stagehand or a stage manager) meets in hamiliton, and they are friends with benefits, but they also have feelings for each other, and then daveed gets jealous seeing you flirt with other guys and confesses? (iknow its kinda cheesy but... Thanks!”

*Warnings: Language, jealousy, smut (like this fic starts out immediately with a smut scene), light dom/sub, choking, spanking, use of ‘baby girl’, fingering, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, grinding, hair pulling, marking, unprotected sex (wrap it up). Let me know if I missed anything!

*A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! I’m beginning to notice my smut fics are a lot longer (this one’s about 7.5k). Anyways this got filthy and I think that says a lot about me lol. ALSO BIG WARNING THE FIRST SCENE IN THIS IS A SMUT SCENE SO YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

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You knew you had to get ready for work, but at the moment, you didn’t care. His hand rested heavy on your hip, grip tight enough to bruise, while his other held your body up against his. He pounded into you, low groans and pants right next to your ear letting you know just how close he was.

“You take me so good, baby girl. So fucking wet for me,” he rasped before biting down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, muffling his noises. You whined, wanting to hear him just as much as he wanted to hear you. He seemed to get the message, kissing the fresh mark before he started talking again. “You’re gonna be late, but you just had to get fucked, didn’t you? Last night wasn’t enough, you just needed me again. I can feel you getting tighter, are you close, baby?”

“Fuck, Daveed, I’m so close. Please,” you whined as he somehow managed to speed up his thrusts.

“Please what, baby? I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“Please let me cum!” Daveed practically growled as the words left you, bringing his hand from your waist to rub your clit. He always rewarded your obedience.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he demanded. The second he gave permission, you could feel the jolts of pleasure through your body as you coated his length in your release. He didn’t last much longer, his thrusts staggered as he chased his own pleasure. He pushed as deep into you as he could before he came with a loud groan, holding you close to him. “Fuck, you always do so good for me.”

You could already feel the fatigue settling in as Daveed moved you to lay with him, his arms around you. If you weren’t already running behind schedule, you would’ve loved to stay there with him, ignoring the mess between your legs until the last possible second. Maybe you’d both drift back into sleep, then go for a lazier round when you woke up again. Maybe he’d join you in the shower, complaining about how hot you always ran the water. But nope, you were already risking being late.

“Alright, let me up. I gotta go shower,” you said, trying to get out of his hold.

“No, lay with me a bit longer,” he whined. You tried not to laugh; he was always so clingy after sex, even when you were on a tight schedule like this.

“I don’t wanna be late. You can stay in bed, but I swear if you’re late, I’m gonna kick your ass,” you warned, finally slipping out of the bed. Daveed mumbled something into the pillow, but you ignored him as you left for your bathroom. As you waited for the water to heat up, you assessed the damage he’d done. Hickies adorned your bra line, finger-shaped bruises decorated your hips, and even though it wasn’t too aggressive at the moment, you could tell the bite mark he’d just left on you would bruise nicely. You ran your finger over the mark on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so tempted to just go back to Daveed’s warmth in your bed. Before you could convince yourself to join him, you jumped in the shower.

You left Daveed in your apartment with another threat to get to the theatre on time and a reminder to lock the door after himself. The two of you never got to the theatre at the same time, trying your best to hide the little friends with benefits situation you had going on. Sure, people could tell you had a little flirty thing between you, but that was just how the two of you being friends worked. It was always nerve wracking when people (see, Lin) tried setting the two of you up, but you managed somehow. You had the feeling it wouldn’t work if the two of you tried anything more than your current arrangement, not matter how much you sincerely hoped it wasn’t true. You weren’t willing to risk it though, content with just being able to sleep with him.

You enjoyed the walk to the theatre every morning, the brisk air waking you up to deal with everything that was bound to happen during the day. Today wasn’t a show day, so that meant you didn’t have to worry about things going wrong ten minutes before curtain. Rehearsal days were actually pretty calm for the most part. Well, as calm as they could be considering at least half the cast were really just overgrown children.

As usual, you were one of the first ones in the theatre. You took the chance to do your initial once-over, making sure things were where they needed to be for the day. Though you technically were supposed to have one of the stagehands do this, you enjoyed the time to yourself before the day started. Quiet moments were rare in the theatre, and the music playing softly in your headphones allowed you to get lost in your work. The next time you’d get the chance to do this would be after rehearsals were done, and by then you would be too tired to enjoy it.

Once your check was done, all you could do was wait for the others to show up. It would be at least another half hour until people started trickling in - Leslie normally being the first to join you. You waited by the Keurig for your coffee to finish pouring, lost in your thoughts for the things you’d need to do for the day. A new stagehand was going to be joining you, and most of your day would be training them. Even though - once again - this was something one of the stagehands could do, you enjoyed doing it. Before you could get lost further in your thoughts, you jumped at the feeling of a hand placed on your waist.

“What the f-” You turned, tugging one of your earbuds out. You were kind of surprised to see Daveed standing there, smiling wide at your reaction. “What the fuck, Diggs?”

“What? You told me not to be late,” he said, still amused at how he managed to scare you. “You know, maybe you shouldn’t have both earbuds in when you’re here alone, you never know who might come in.”

“Yeah, it might be one of the asshole actors,” you bit back, finally managing to get your heart to stop racing. You turned back to grab your coffee, taking enough of a drink to burn your tongue a bit.

“I mean, you weren’t calling me an asshole this morning,” he teased, leaning in until he was just a breath away from kissing you. Despite your body yelling at you to accept his kiss, you put your hand to his chest to push him back a bit.

“Hey, what did we say about work?” You tried to remind him. Almost getting caught at work a couple times really made it so you had to set at least a couple boundaries.

“Aw, am I really not allowed to touch you, baby girl? You know no one’s gonna be here for a while, we have some time,” he tried convincing you, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. Even the seemingly innocent action had your heart racing yet again.

“Diggs, chill it,” you said, trying to ignore the slight whine in your tone. He was getting to you and he knew it, but he respected your words enough to step back, going to make his own coffee. “So, why are you here so early? I thought you were going back to sleep.”

“I couldn’t after that little wake up call you gave me,” he teased. You rolled your eyes even as you smiled into your cup. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“You guys are gonna run through Act 2, I think. I’m not gonna be too invested in that, though.”

“Aw, why not?”

“We’re getting a new stagehand and I’m gonna train them,” you explained. “I wanna make sure they’re ready to work by the show on Saturday.”

“I’m gonna miss seeing your pretty face trying to act like you’re not staring at me.”

“Bold of you to assume I stare at you when Oak is right there.”

“It’s not assuming since I know you scream my name and not Oak’s.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t scream his too,” you quickly took another drink to hide your satisfied smile. Daveed looked completely offended, exactly what you were going for with your little jab. If you hadn’t been at work, you knew he would do something about it, but he was just going to have to go about rehearsal dealing with it. You didn’t know if there would be repercussions later, but that was all part of the fun.

“You little…”

“Wow, Daveed actually woke up early today?” Leslie interrupted the two of you, already sounding like he’d been awake and ready to go for ages. You didn’t know how true that was, considering it was barely nine in the morning, but he was always ready to go.

“Dude, I’m capable of waking up early.”

“Really? You were dead before that one interview we had-”

“That was at six in the morning!”

“Get on my level, Diggs. I have to wake up that early every day except for show days,” you teased. “Normally Leslie and I get the chance to hang out before everyone else shows up, you’re kinda killing our routine.”

“You hurt me, (y/n). Here I was thinking I’d surprise you by showing up early, but apparently I’m just unwanted,” Daveed whined, finally taking his coffee so Leslie could make one if he wanted to. Leslie was quick to jump in, making himself a mug of tea for the morning.

“I’m glad you understand,” Leslie quipped. “(Y/n) and I have to stick to our routine.”

“I see how it is. I’m gonna go take a nap in my dressing room, come get me when people who aren’t mean get here.” Daveed was practically pouting as he left the two of you, cradling his coffee mug in his hands. As soon as he was out of sight - and earshot - you and Leslie couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore.

“He’s so easy to mess with,” Leslie said once he finally caught his breath. “So, the new stagehand starts today, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t know when they’re supposed to get here, but I’ll probably be training them for the rest of the week.”

“Wait, aren’t you supposed to set when the stagehands get here?”

“Well, yeah, but if people get here early or like a few minutes late then I’m not gonna hold it against them. Public transportation isn’t exactly reliable and traffic is a bitch,” you said, shrugging. “Kinda bummed Angel resigned, though. They were really reliable.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to whip this one into shape pretty fast, though. Don’t worry about rehearsal, I’ll handle it,” Leslie reassured you. If someone could keep an eye on everyone, then rehearsal was bound to go smoothly.

“You’re literally the best, you have no idea how much I appreciate you.” Leslie smiled brightly at your praise.

“You do a lot for us, I just wanna make things easier for you. So, are you and Diggs, you know?”

As amazing as Leslie was, he could also be a bit of a gossip. Not that he would ever share anything, he just liked knowing things. “Nah, you know we’re not like that,” you brushed him off.

“I mean, you could be. I share a dressing room with the guy. I know he likes you,” Leslie said. You had to admit, you were a bit intrigued by this. While you knew the both of you definitely had sexual chemistry - as if the frequent nights spent together weren’t enough to confirm as much - you figured that was where the line was drawn. I mean, you could definitely be physically attracted to someone without being romantically interested in them, and you were sure Daveed only really saw you as a friend. If he didn’t, he would’ve told you by now, right?

“What’re you talking about, Leslie? We’re just friends,” you insisted.

“Sure. So you don’t wanna know what he says about you?”

“And here I was thinking you weren’t a gossip.”

“I’m not usually, I’m just tired of you two dancing around each other.”

“Now you know Diggs can’t dance.”

“Oh haha very funny,” Leslie said deadpan, staring at you. You were trying to use humor to cover up your own curiosity. There was the chance Leslie was just thinking too much into things, being the romantic at heart that he is, and if you got your hopes up just to find out Diggs didn’t actually like you like that? Nope, it wasn’t worth it.

“Thank you, I try,” you said with a smile. “Now, tell me how Nicolette’s doing. I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“You know, sometimes I think you like my wife more than you like me.”

“Of course I like your wife more than I like you.” Leslie held his hand to his chest in mock hurt. You smiled. Mornings with Leslie were always fun.

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Everyone else started trickling in within the next half hour or so. Diggs finally came out of his dressing room once Anthony and Oak got to the theatre, having some form of protection from your and Leslie’s “bullying”, as he put it. Once most of the cast got to the theatre, you began looking around for the new stagehand. Just as you were prepared to send them a text, you heard someone coming up behind you. You looked up, prepared to help whoever was coming up to you, when you realized you didn’t recognize this person.

“Uh, hi. Are you (y/n)?” He asked fidgeting with the strap of his messenger bag. Oh Lord, he’s kinda cute. That’s a problem.

“That would be me! Are you Michael?” He nodded, still looking around as though he was scanning the room. Of course he’d be nervous, it was his first day on a pretty major show. He was honestly adorable, and you couldn’t figure out if you wanted to protect him or pursue him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry I’m a little late.”

“No worries, I know how traffic is. Just try not to be more than fifteen minutes late or I’ll actually have to note it down. Right, I’ll show you where your locker is and then I’ll give you a tour of the place before I start your training. You’ve worked as a stagehand before, right?”

“Yeah, but mainly for community theatre. This is like… really different for me,” he admitted, getting a little flustered. Instead of fiddling with his messenger bag, he went to adjust his glasses, making you melt just a little bit.

“It’s not so bad. C’mon, let’s go,” you nodded towards the locker area, smiling at him.

Daveed watched you from across the room, wondering who you were talking to. He’d never seen the guy around before, and now you were walking off with him. He turned his attention back to the group he was sitting with. “Hey, Leslie. Who’s that guy (y/n)’s talking to?”

“Oh, I guess her new stagehand showed up,” Leslie commented, following Daveed’s gaze. “They’re gonna be working pretty close while she trains him.”

“Shit, really? Why can’t someone else train him?”

“Hey, Diggs, why do you care so much?” Anthony decided to jump in, seeing a prime opportunity for teasing. “I thought you said y’all were just friends.”

“We are! I just don’t like the idea of her being alone with that guy.”

“You sure you don’t like her? Kinda sounds like you’re jealous,” Oak commented.

“Man, shut up. When are we starting?” Diggs asked, trying to change the subject. He looked around, trying to see if he could spot you from where he was, but you were gone. Shit.

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Training the new guy ended up taking a lot more of your time than you expected. He was quick to pick up on the little tech stuff from his previous jobs, but you still had to prime him for working with your crew and the cast. Michael stuck close to your side, asking you about little things to make sure he’d be ready for Saturday’s show. Even when he didn’t have to be there - during breaks and lunch - he still hung out with you, just chatting about anything. You had to admit, you really liked his company. He was a good kid.

Being so busy meant you didn’t really get to hang out with Daveed as much, the only real time you got with him was when he insisted on walking you back to your apartment. There were a couple times when you were walking that Daveed took your hand in his, making your heart race. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for him to do, but with Leslie’s teasing at the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but read more into it. Then again, this was Daveed: your best friend that you happened to sleep with multiple times a week.

When the two of you got to your building, Daveed would kiss you on the front steps, that little fire and hunger burning in the movements of his lips against yours. Your body and mind buzzed, overwhelmed with the sensation of him, but your exhaustion would nag at the back of your mind, making you break the kiss far too soon for either of your liking.

“Can I come in?” Daveed would ask, desire evident in the way he looked down at you.

“I’m sorry, I’m just too tired tonight,” you’d apologize even as you wanted to lead him up to your apartment, to your bed. Even though you could tell he was a little disappointed, he nodded, respecting your decision. With a promise to text you when he got back to his place - and the unspoken promise to call until you both fell asleep - Daveed would call a Lyft to take him away for the night.

As you laid in bed, listening to Daveed’s voice over your phone speaker tell you random stories and whatever just popped into his head, you couldn’t help but imagine how nice it would be if you could actually do this. If you could actually fall asleep to him next to you, his arms wrapped around you, maybe pressing a kiss to your head when he thought you were asleep. Sure, when the two of you fucked, he would stay the night and hold you in his arms, talking to you as you drifted off to sleep, but you knew it wasn’t the same. Even though the two of you were friends, you couldn’t imagine you having a right to that if you didn’t provide benefits for the night. So you would settle for the phone calls and the calls of your domestic fantasies.

By the time Saturday rolled around, you were kind of excited. You’d get to sleep in since you didn’t need to be at the theatre until noon, Michael was going to have his first run without you hovering over him like an overprotective mom, and you were finally going to have the chance to spend some time with Daveed after the show. You had to admit, you were looking forward to that last one the most. Not sleeping with him for almost a full week and having that post-show adrenaline? It was going to be fun.

Once you got to the theatre, you were energized. You’d gotten more sleep than you usually did, you decided to splurge a bit on a drink from the overpriced coffee shop down the street, you actually had breakfast for once, things were looking like they were going to be good. As soon as you walked in, Daveed quickly attached himself to your side before Michael had the chance to. This, of course, led to teasing from the others.

“Dude’s acting like he was going through withdrawals,” Anthony joked when he was sure you and Daveed could hear him. He was talking his shit and he wanted you to know it.

“Don’t act like you’re not like this with Jazzy,” you quipped back. As sweet as Anthony (normally) was, he was whipped for Jazzy and everyone knew it.

“Yeah, but she’s my girlfriend. You tryna say something about you and Diggs?” Anthony shot back. Fuck, he had you there.

“Sorry you don’t have any friends so you can’t relate,” Daveed saved you. Anthony glared at him.

“Then what’re all you guys?”

“Coworkers,” you said, completely deadpan. Anthony’s glare turned into a look of hurt. You almost felt bad for him.

“You know what? I don’t like getting bullied like this.”

“Then don’t start shit you can’t finish, Ramos,” you told him. As much of a sweetheart he could be, he was definitely a little shit too. You were beginning to notice that was a bit of a common theme with the people you worked with.

When you and Diggs were in his dressing room later before the show - you putting his mic on for the show - he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm. You weren’t used to him being touchy like this, so your immediate response was to gently shove his face with your hand and tell him to stop it while you laughed. He smiled at you, letting you do your job.

“So, you gonna come over tonight after the show?” Daveed asked.

“I dunno, am I?”

“C’mon, it’s been a while. I know I’m not the only one that’s a mess, baby girl.” Heat rushed through you at the pet name, one normally reserved for just the bedroom or when he was trying to rile you up. And he was really succeeding at that second thing. Before you could answer, though, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”

“Hey, uh, (y/n)?” Michael asked, peeking his head in the room. He brightened up when he saw you were in there, though you had no doubt he’d been asking around to find you. “Can I ask you a quick question before show starts?”

“Yeah, sure thing! Just let me finish up with Diggs’ mic and I’ll be out,” you said. Michael smiled brightly before excusing himself, closing the door again. You looked down at Daveed to find him glaring at the door.

“Yeah, you’re definitely coming to mine tonight.” You just tilted your head in confusion, but Daveed only waved you off. You shrugged, finishing your job. You’d have time to ask him after the show.

**********

The show went by a lot faster than you expected it to. Then again, when you were running around backstage, making sure everyone was ready and in places and didn’t have any costume or tech mishaps, you didn’t have a real concept of time. In the brief break you had during intermission, Michael found himself at your side, gushing about how cool the entire thing was. You watched him with a fond smile, glad things were going well during his first official show. You could feel someone looking at you, though, and looked up to find Daveed watching you, obviously not paying attention to whatever Leslie was telling him.

You kept it at the back of your mind as Act 2 started, getting back to your job. There would be time to question him about everything later. Act 2 flew past just as quickly as Act 1, and you watched in the wings as everyone took their bows. Daveed spotted you, giving you a bright smile. As soon as curtains closed, Daveed rushed up to you.

“Just let me get changed and then we’ll head out,” he told you. You could see him almost lean in, but he stopped himself at the last second, opting to ruffle your hair instead before booking it to his dressing room.

“Asshole!” you called out after him even as you laughed. You went to grab your backpack from your locker, not really having a way to kill time after the show. You could always talk to some of your coworkers, but you were sure they just wanted to head home as soon as possible too. You leaned against the wall, just messing around on your phone, when you heard someone walk up to you.

“Hey, (y/n)! I think the show went great!” Michael said as soon as you looked up.

“Yeah, it really did! I heard good things about you today, but how’d your first day go?” You asked, pushing yourself up from the wall. Michael immediately jumped into telling you about everything, really giving off puppy energy. You didn’t know how long you were talking to him, but you could tell he was dancing around something.

“You know, I really appreciate you taking the time to train me yourself. I’m sure I wouldn’t’ve done half as good if you didn’t. Uh, do you think I could like take you out for drinks or something as thanks if you’re not doing anything right now?” Michael finally said.

“Sorry, she has plans,” Daveed said, seemingly coming out of nowhere to put his arm around your shoulders. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, she’s gonna get fucked until she can’t walk tomorrow.” This immediately drew a gasp of his name from you, but he ignored it and continued. “She’s mine, so you might wanna think again about asking her out.”

Before Michael could even think of saying anything else, Daveed practically dragged you out of the theatre. You struggled to keep up with him, cursing his long legs as you tried to figure out what the hell was going on. A Lyft was already waiting for the two of you outside, and he opened the door for you to get in. The ride was quiet, tension heavy in the air between the two of you, and you could tell the driver was a little uncomfortable even though they had no idea what was going on. As soon as you were in Daveed’s apartment, you turned to him.

“What the hell was that?! You really just said that to the new guy?! What the fuck is your problem?” You demanded as he closed the door behind him.

“He obviously has a crush on you, I needed to make sure he knew where he stood,” Daveed said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Even if he does have a crush on me - which I’m pretty sure he doesn’t - you don’t have the right to do that shit! We’re literally just fucking, it’s not like you’re my boyfriend or anything.” You inhaled sharply as Daveed took a step into your space.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Daveed asked, looking down at you. You tried to straighten up to your full height, but the height difference was still enough to make you feel small.

“Get what?” You tried to keep the venom in your tone even as your heart raced.

“It’s not just fucking. It’s hanging out with you even when we don’t do anything. It’s doing anything to make you smile, even if it’s because you’re bullying me. It’s being nervous to hold your hand but never wanting to let go. It’s wanting to just hold you when we’re in bed, not wanting to let you get up in the morning. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I have been for months now,” Daveed said, cupping your face. “I don’t want you with anyone else. You’re mine.”

“Wait, what?” You didn’t know how to process everything he just told you. You needed a second for it to register, and just as Daveed was about to speak again, you cut him off, pulling him down for a kiss. You didn’t know how to explain it, but this one was different from all the other times you’d kissed him, even from the first one. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “You’re so sappy.”

“What, did you need time to load?” Daveed teased.

“Well, yeah. I didn’t exactly expect to get a confession from the guy I’ve been silently pining over for way too long now,” you admitted, pulling him back down for another kiss. You almost got upset with the little smile you could feel against your lips, but there were more pressing matters at hand. You broke the kiss again, pleased at the way he seemed to chase your lips. “Now, uh, what was it you told Michael? I was gonna get fucked until I can’t walk tomorrow?”

You could immediately see the change in him, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “You wanna play that game, baby girl?”

You nodded, biting your lip as the air around you seemed to change. The tension from before was back, but instead of the unbearable silence that plagued you on the ride back to his place, it was laced with anticipation. Daveed pulled you back in, one hand on the nape of your neck to hold you to him. His other hand started roaming, tracing lightly along your side before settling on your hip. When he was sure you wouldn’t break the kiss, he brought his other hand down. He bent down slightly, hands moving to your thighs. He pulled back for a breath before giving you a simple demand. “Jump.”

You did as he said, jumping just enough for him to wrap your legs around his waist. He started walking to his bedroom, distracting you with kisses and nips to your neck. The first night you guys spent together, you’d set up some ground rules to not get caught, the first one being absolutely no marks that couldn’t be hidden. That rule seemed to go out the window now that there was nothing to hide. A small whimper escaped you at the mark he was sucking high on your neck, not used to the sensation there.

His distraction worked; before you knew it, he was placing you on the edge of his bed. As soon as his hands were free from carrying you, they went to the front of your shirt, unbuttoning it with practiced ease. His lips followed his hands, kissing down your front. He ended up kneeled between your legs, letting your shirt fall open and frame your figure. “Talk to me, baby girl. What’s the safe word?”

“Red, and yellow if I need a second,” you recited. Just the fact that Daveed made sure to do the check in meant you were in for it, and you couldn’t be more excited.

“Good girl.” You barely had a second to process his words before he pressed up to kiss you, pushing your shirt off of your shoulders. Your bra was quick to follow, and once your top was exposed, Daveed pushed you to lay on your back. He planted his arm beside your head, caging you in as he lowered his body to yours. The kiss would break for a second just to let you get more air before he reclaimed your lips, and as much as you loved kissing Daveed, you needed more. You knew this was all part of his teasing, and as much as you were normally a brat, you needed him.

“Please,” you whimpered out, rolling your hips against his. You could feel his arousal so close to where you needed him, separated only by a few layers of clothes.

“Please what, baby?” You couldn’t see his smirk, but you knew it was there.

“Touch me.”

“I’m already touching you, isn’t this enough? If you’re gonna be greedy, you gotta tell me what you want.” Against his words, he started trailing his free hand down the side of your face, down your neck, down, down, down, stopping right at your waistband. He pressed his lips to your neck, letting you feel his smile. “What do you want, baby girl?”

“Daveed, fuck, please. I want you to fuck me,” you said, trying to grind into him again. His hand at your waistband held down your hips, not letting you have any room for movement. He sat back on his knees, looking down at you.

“There you go, baby. All you had to do was ask.” He undid your pants, the sound of the zipper seeming to echo in the room as he slowly pulled it down. You wanted to complain about him still teasing, but you knew you wouldn’t get what you wanted if you did. He pulled your pants down and off, you lifting your hips to help ease the way. You reached down to remove your panties, just wanting the job to be done already, but Daveed gently smacked your hands away. “No. I wanna take a bit to look at you, all gorgeous and needy.”

“Stop teasing,” you whined.

“Normally you’re such a brat. What happened?” Daveed asked, still teasing. His hand toyed at the hem of your panties, the slight touch enough to make you shiver.

“I thought you like when I listen to you,” you shot back, finally moving to sit up. You liked his little games, but you were starting to get tired of it. You needed him to touch you, actually touch you, and if he kept going like this, it was going to take forever. Before he could say whatever smart ass remark he was going to, you pulled him by his shirt into a deep kiss. You broke the kiss for a second, starting to tug off his shirt. It didn’t take more than a second for him to realize what you wanted, quickly taking it off. You went back to work, not wanting to give up the slight bit of control you had gained.

You moved your kisses down his neck, wanting to leave some marks of your own. As your hand trailed down to palm his erection through his sweats, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to look at him. His pupils were lust blown, he was panting slightly, and he looked like he was seconds away from losing it. You had the feeling you didn’t look much better. “Nuh uh, baby. Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“It’s gonna be me if you don’t hurry up,” you challenged. You inhaled sharply when the hand in your hair tightened its hold, but you kept your eyes locked with his.

“There’s the brat I love,” he said with a small huff of amusement, trying not to smile. He moved you back to lay down, finally touching you where you needed him, even if it was still over your panties. “You know how I know you like these little games? You always get so fucking wet for me.”

Daveed pressed one more kiss to your lips before settling between your thighs, pulling your panties off and tossing them somewhere to the side. You leaned back on your elbows, wanting to watch his next moves. He kissed your inner thigh, making your breath hitch as the simple touch lit up your nerves. You could tell he was leaving more marks as he kissed and nipped on the soft skin, not even really registering his hand moving between your legs until you jolted at the slight pressure on your clit.

Daveed moved his attention to your other thigh, repeating the motions as his thumb lazily rubbed over your clit. Your thighs tried to close on their own, only to be met by a sharp bite. Breathy whines and moans escaped your lips, your head rolling back as Daveed took his time. As much as you were expecting him to take you rough and make you beg until you were crying, this slow build up was an entirely different kind of torture. When his fingers finally teased between your folds, guiding the way for his tongue, you couldn’t help your high whine of please.

He took mercy on you, his tongue teasing your entrance before settling on tracing patterns over your clit. While his mouth worked on your clit, he eased two fingers into you, your arousal making it easy for him. Your hips bucked at the slight burn, but the way he dragged his fingertips along your walls quickly replaced the feeling. Daveed knew exactly how to take you apart, watching your reactions for the slightest changes. Just as your thighs started to quiver, the pool of arousal in you getting to just this side of too much, Daveed pulled away.

“You fucking-”

“Watch what you’re gonna say to me, baby girl. You’re already on thin fucking ice,” he warned, getting up to take off his sweats. Even though you knew he wouldn’t be gone for long, you missed his touch on you. Not that you were gonna let him know that.

“You asshole, I was almost there.” You bit your lip, barely hiding the gasp that threatened to escape you at the smack he gave to your thigh. The skin stung, but the prickling of pleasure was always enough to overwhelm it.

“I know, sweetheart.” He gave you a wicked smile as he took his place between your thighs again, resting his length against where you needed him. You didn’t even realize you whimpered at the feeling until his thumb started rubbing circles into your thigh. “Aw, someone’s needy. I only want you cumming around me when I say you can, understand?”

You nodded, but Daveed just shook his head, the little pout on his lips mocking you. “Nuh uh, baby girl. Use your words and then I can fuck you the way you want, okay?”

“Yes, I understand,” you finally said, voice smaller than you would’ve liked. You rolled your hips up, trying to feel more of him. Daveed’s hand tightened on your thigh, hard enough that you were sure you were going to have finger-shaped bruises there in the morning. “Now can you please just hurry up and-”

You cut yourself off with a whine as Daveed ran the tip through your folds, collecting your wetness before teasing the head over your entrance. His little self-satisfied smile as he slowly pushed into you was annoying, but you had better things to focus on. He pulled you closer to him, thumb rubbing circles on your thigh yet again as he rolled his hips a few times. As much as he talked about ruining you, you could always tell there was a slight hesitation before he really got into it. You loved his concern, but he did have a promise to keep. His thrusts were still slow and controlled, so you decided to give him some motivation.

“I know you can go harder than that. You know, I bet Michael would-” This time you were cut off by Daveed’s hand on your throat. You looked up, a small smile gracing your lips at finally getting what you wanted, only to falter a bit at the hard look Daveed was giving you.

“Michael wouldn’t do shit,” Daveed said, finally thrusting into you harder. You knew you shouldn’t be as smug about it as you were, but you were thriving. This was what you’d been waiting for. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands fisted in the blanket. Just as you were starting to get comfortable, enjoying the ride, Daveed forced your leg over his shoulder, driving his length deeper into you. “He wouldn’t know how to fuck you like I do. Even if you went to him, you’d be thinking of me. You and this pussy belong. To. Me.”

Daveed punctuated each word with a rough thrust of his hips, making you see stars. You were babbling at this point, whines and moans mixing with your pleas for more. Daveed’s hand rested on your throat, not quite choking you but acting as a reminder to watch yourself. He was treating you with the roughness you craved, and you could feel yourself getting closer as he went on. You didn’t know if you were the one that moved or it was him, but he hit that spot. That spot that had your vision edging with white, that had you yelling out as you came hard, not even bothering to ask permission. Instead of letting you ride it through like he normally did, Daveed pulled out of you, dropping your leg from his shoulder.

“Wha- why’d you stop?!” You cried out even as Daveed flipped you over to your stomach. He pulled your hips up, arching your back for him before laying a hard smack on your ass.

“Did you ask?” Daveed demanded, smacking the same spot.

“What?”

“What, you get fucked a little and forget your manners?” It finally clicked for you, a little embarrassed that Daveed had to point it out like that. Normally, you’d be apologetic, but you couldn’t really find it in you to care at the moment. You just wanted Daveed to keep fucking you, you could deal with the consequences later. You tried rolling your hips back to his, but his hands kept a tight hold on your hips.

“I’m sorry,” you whined, still not meaning it. “Please.”

Daveed huffed out a little laugh, but when you tried turning your head to look at him, his hand fisted in your hair, pushing your head down into the pillows. You would have complained, but the feeling of him sliding back into you cleared your mind of anything other than him. He was quick to go back to his fast pace, holding your head down to keep you in place. “Don’t know why I fucking asked for an apology, I know you don’t mean it. You just want me to fucking ruin you.”

You couldn’t do anything but whimper at his harsh tone, trying to fuck yourself back on him. But no, he controlled the pace, he controlled your pleasure. You were his. All you could do was take it, trying not to repeat your mistake from earlier. Time seemed to fade away as the sound is his hips against yours, your muffled moans and whines, his small grunts and praise filled the room. It wasn’t until Daveed finally let go of your hair to rub at your clit instead that you could tell he was getting close. His thrusts started getting sloppy and you could feel the build up inside of you yet again.

“Please, baby,” you whined, the two words already being a struggle. You’d hoped it would be enough, but of course it wasn’t.

“You gotta say it, baby girl,” he said, voice slightly strained from how close he was.

“Please let me cum, I wanna cum so bad, please baby please,” you kept going, only able to repeat please, baby until he finally took mercy on you. You were trying your hardest to be good, needing to be good for him, but you didn’t know how long you could keep this going.

“Fuck, such a good girl. Cum for me baby, I wanna feel you.” His permission was all you needed, your orgasm hitting you as soon as you had it. Your legs shook, nerves sensitive as Daveed chased his own release, making you cry out into the room. Daveed followed soon after, pushing deep in you as he called your name in a delicious groan.

The quiet that followed was new, your heavy breathing the only noise breaking the silence. Daveed stayed for a few seconds before slowly pulling out, making you whimper at the sensitivity. You let your hips fall, content to just stay there laying on your stomach, but Daveed had other ideas, rolling you onto your side so he could pull you into his arms.

“Hey,” he said in a near whisper, a little smile on his face as he looked down at you.

“Hey,” you said with a smile of your own. The moment was a bit cheesy, but it made you feel warm inside.

“So, how was that?”

“I mean, it was different.”

“Different good or?”

“Yeah, but just different. Like, knowing that you’re in love with me or whatever.”

“Don’t ‘or whatever’ that! Every time we’ve fucked before I’ve been in love with you,” Daveed seemed to add that last part as an afterthought. Thinking the conversation was done, you started to get up only to be pulled back to the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To go shower?” You looked at Daveed, tilting your head slightly. You were met by a hungry look, immediately sending a shiver through you.

“We’re not done yet, baby girl.”

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summary: Lin catches you slacking off during your workout.

a/n: thank you to @ladyxffandoms for beta reading this. Highkey got inspired to write this after we were all thirsty on main last night. ALSO PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR, NOT ONLY IS THIS LITERALLY PORN IT WILL MAKE ME EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE.

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Lin Beifong is a damn tease, and you can’t take it anymore. You’re the only people in the station’s gym. She had asked you to work out with her, claiming she can’t have one of her officers losing muscle on the job. You know that’s not the real reason, a few months ago you asked Lin out on a date and ever since then, you two have been secretly seeing one another.

The problem was that you were worried about what your coworkers would think if they were to find out. Originally, this had offended Lin before you had a chance to explain that you were worried that they would think you were only with her for the perks. She had scoffed and said she’d never give you special treatment on the job, which you appreciated.

But right now, she’s drenched in sweat and is wearing that white tank top and sweatpants while she does push-ups. The action makes the muscles on her arms pop and you gulp before doing a sit-up to appear like you aren’t distracted by her. You wet your lips as you continue to indiscreetly watch her, squeezing your legs together as your mind clouds with thoughts of being underneath her.

Images of the night before flash before your eyes, moaning her name as you beg her to let you cum. She had been edging you for who knows how long and you were a blubbering mess by the end. When she finally did let you cum you suddenly saw stars as she continued to pound into you with her strap. After you had finally calmed down, you felt her cleaning you up as she spoke to you in a loving tone, telling you what a good girl you were.

“Y/n?” Lin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you flush when you find her staring at you with a knowing look, you realize now that you were rubbing your thighs together as you reminisced about the night before.

She’s now in a planking position but slowly lowers the lower half of her body until her pelvis touches the ground, putting her into a cobra pose. The problem being that she keeps staring at you with a heated look that makes you feel like you're melting. “Four more sit-ups and we can go to the showers,” she says to you in that assertive tone that goes straight to your core.

Those four sit-ups are the most agonizing ones you’ve ever done. Lin has gotten up from her position on the floor and is standing over you with her arms crossed as she silently critiques your form. When you’ve finally finished the last one she smirks and offers you her hand which you gratefully accept.

She pulls you up onto your feet as she doesn’t break eye contact, “We have to clean you up, now don’t we?” You wordlessly nod as she takes you into the girl's locker room which is completely deserted.

Lin lets go of your hand and walks over to her locker where she begins to take her shoes off, you slowly walk over to your own and begin the process of undressing, when you get to your shirt you look over and see Lin has already taken off her top along with the bindings she uses for exercising, your breath catches in your throat as you watch a bead of sweat roll down her neck and onto her collarbone where it proceeds to trail down Lin’s right tit. As she begins to untie her pants, she catches you out of the corner of her eye and chuckles. “You can’t shower if you keep staring at me.”

You bite your lip and say, “I can’t help that my girlfriend is so hot.” That effectively catches her off guard and you see her cheeks flush. Lin might be able to talk dirty to you and flirt with you but the second you compliment her she’s always caught off guard.

You finally take off your shirt now that you have her attention and immediately pull off your bindings. Her eyes slide down to your tits and you work on untying your pants. It takes a minute to untie the knot as you begin to feel flustered under her heated gaze but you finally manage and slide them, along with your underwear, down your legs and place them on the bench beside you along with the rest of your clothes.

As you stand completely bare in front of her, Lin gulps as all the things she wants to do to you bounce around in her mind. You saunter up and muster all your courage as you slide your hand up her muscular stomach to trace the outline of her left tit.

She seems to snap out of her flustered state and grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Get in the shower.” She demands, and a rush of tingling heat is sent straight to your core as her once bright green eyes darken. When you turn to walk away Lin takes her opportunity and slaps your ass, eliciting a squeak of surprise from you that has her smirking.

While you're walking you can feel your slickness drip from your core and onto your thighs. You get to the row of showers and you choose the one in the far back and turn it on, the water is hot as it sprays onto your naked form, and you begin to wet your hair when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

You lean into Lin and let out a breathy sigh when you feel her hands start to slowly slide down your body. When her hands get to your thighs they slide up the inner part and she lets out a groan when she feels how wet you are. “You're such a slut, I haven’t even touched you yet,” her lips brush across your neck and you can feel her smirk against her skin. “What were you thinking about back there?”

“You,” you breathe out, one of your hands goes down your thighs to try and slide her hand up to your sex but Lin grabs your wrists and tsks. “I was thinking about last night, fuck Lin please.”

“You don’t get to decide when I touch you,” she bites your earlobe and tugs. Fuck everything she does turns you on and you just need that relief, it’s almost painful how turned on you are. One of her hands slides up your stomach and cups one of your breasts before giving it a good squeeze, you choke out a moan and try to squeeze your thighs together, but Lin’s other hand keeps them apart.

She begins to roll one of your nipples between her fingers and gently squeezes it, you keep whining for her now, not caring about how desperate you sound. “Beg me,” she whispers in your ear with a domineering tone.

“Fuck Lin, please I want you to touch me, want you to make me come right in here in the station.” You beg and try to squeeze your thighs once more. Lin groans at your words and immediately cups your sex in approval which has you gripping her wrist to keep yourself up.

She twists you around and pushes you against the wall underneath the showerhead, water cascades down her bare body and you just want to lick every drop up.

One of her fingers lightly strokes your slit and you ground your pelvis down onto her hand, she grabs your hips to keep you still and looks up into your eyes. “Stay still,” she says sternly and you lean your head back against the tile of the shower as she continues to teasingly stroke you.

“Please,” you beg, with nothing else to grab onto one of your hands grips her shoulder as Lin slowly eases her finger through your folds and brings it up to your clit, she barely brushes over it. You want to cry.

The spirits must pity you because finally, she pushes a single finger inside of you and curls it. Her thumb brushes over your clit once, twice, and then thrice before finally pressing down on it. Heat pools in your stomach and you are already close from all the waiting.

“You’re such an eager little slut, look at how your body responds to me after I put a finger inside of you,” she sounds so cocky which you find so fucking hot.

You ground your hip down on her hand, forgetting her command to stay still and suddenly you hear the sound of metal being ripped from somewhere, you open your eyes as the sudden feeling of something cold wraps around your waist and you see she bent a piece of metal to keep you in place. Fuck. “Are you my slut?”

You nod, not being able to find the ability for words as you moan from her finger pumping inside you. Her motions halt immediately and she slowly retracts her hand from your core which has your eyes snapping open in panic. She looks unimpressed and slightly miffed. “You know to use your words.”

You let out a high pitched whine as you begin to cry, you were close, all she needed to do was pick up her speed a little bit and you would have been a goner but the feeling has abruptly receded and all you're left with is that awful feeling of not finishing.

“I’m…” You gulp, “I’m your eager little slut, please, please keep going.” You stumble over your words, truly desperate for her to continue and she runs her fingers up your slit, collecting some of your wetness and bringing her fingers up to your mouth. “Suck first.”

You immediately open your mouth for her and begin to swirl your tongue around her two fingers. You hollow your cheeks out and suck just how you know she likes. Lin moans at the sight. “You’re being such a good whore for me, I’m gonna fuck you tonight…” She licks up the column of your throat, “fuck you with my special strap.”

Fuck. Her special strap was double-sided and it was your favorite because you get to see her in the throes of pleasure as she pounds into you. She pulls her fingers out of your mouth and slowly gets onto her knees. As she descends, her lips trail kisses down your body until she gets above your womanhood. Looking up into your eyes as she places a soft kiss right there before using her fingers to open you up.

Lin moans at the sight of you. “You look so pretty for me, so wet and ready for my fingers.”

Before you begin to beg her again she licks up your slit and presses her tongue against your clit. You let out a squeal of surprise at her actions but she doesn’t stop there, she inserts two fingers in you and begins to slowly pump them into your pussy as her tongue teasingly licks at your clit.

“Please Lin, please I need mo-” before you can finish she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. “Oh fuck, Lin, fuck.” You whine as your fingers find purchase in her hair and tightly grip just how she likes. She moans around your bundle of nerves and begins to pump her fingers faster.

The heat is building up inside of you and you wish you could move but there’s still the metal keeping you in place and you begin to chant your lover's name as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Lin, Lin, Lin.

“I’m close!” You don’t care if someone walking by may hear you. Let the whole station know at this point that your with Lin fucking Beifong, the best lover you’ve ever had.

She looks up at you and lets go of your clit as she says in an encouraging tone. “Cum for me baby girl, I want to feel you squeeze yourself around my fingers.”

And oh fuck the combination of her words along with the curl of her fingers sends you over the edge, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you feel that cord in your belly snap and you're encased in white-hot pleasure that has you feeling like your floating.

You’re faintly aware of Lin’s tongue lapping at your entrance but everything is so intense. So foggy that all you can focus on is the amazing feeling that hits you in waves.

When you finally begin to come down from your high, you feel Lin licking up the slickness on your thighs as she slowly retracts her fingers, you whimper at the empty feeling and she looks up and into your eyes.

“You did so good,” she praises you as she bends the metal away from your waist, you slump down because your thighs are shaking and your legs feel so weak. She wraps her arms around your waist to keep you upright as she stands.

“You okay?” Lin always checks in after you have sex and it warms your heart at how caring she is. You nod, not being able to get any words out in between your pants. “So proud of you baby,” she places a soft, short kiss to your lips. “Now let me clean you up.”

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