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Joost kisses up your body gently, working his way up to peck your lips. It's sweet. He's sweet. He kisses your neck and touches your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple. "Are you ready," He asks, voice low and soft. His other hand drifts between your legs where he had been touching you, feeling at the slick there. "Can I fuck you now, please?"

You answer with a nod and a 'please' of your own. He nudges your legs apart, squeezing a little at your thighs before quickly loosening his grip on you. He's careful and gentle pushing in, as always. Even pausing for a moment to let you fully adjust to his length, waiting for the go ahead before starting to move. His thrusts are slow and even and you have to ask him to speed up. He sighs when he does so, like he needed that. One thrust hits particularly hard and has you grunting a little 'oof!' against his lips and he mumbles a sorry and reins himself in, slowing back down a little.

He's too soft and sweet sometimes. It's just this side of not satisfying for you. And, besides it seems like he's holding back, forcing himself to be overly gentle. The way he'll grab you sometimes, fingers digging into your thighs or ass before immediately being smoothed over, like he's afraid you'll break in his grip. He doesn't even grab your hair when you blow him. You want more. You want him to do what he wants. To manhandle you and push your head down, to fuck you hard and rough. You want him to stop holding back. And you know you should just say it, tell him it’s okay to be rough.

Easier said than done. What are you supposed to do, just ask him to be meaner in bed? Probably. But what if he doesn’t really want to? Maybe it’s not even in his nature and you’re both just too sexually incompatible.

Then one night you tell him ‘faster’ and he does so, a little growl slipping from him as he picks up the pace and you know you’ll have to be the one to say something. Because no matter how much he wants it, he just won’t take it.

You try and go for it the next time you have sex.

“You know,” You trail off into a breathy moan when he crooks his fingers in you gently. “I uh- I wouldn’t mind if you were a little rougher with me..” A little questioning hum comes from him and you kind of wonder if he’s listening at all or if he’s single-mindedly focused on touching you.

“Please?” You add on, realizing quickly nonchalance won’t get you anywhere with him. Joost hums again, really looking at you.

“I don’t know.. I don’t want to hurt you.” He pets your thigh, impossibly gentle.

You sigh heavily, frustrated with him and frustrated sexually. Just frustrated. You ask “please baby?” Again and he shushes you, promising to talk about it later.

You hold him to his word, insisting to talk about it the next day when he tries pawing at your pajamas. You beg him to be rougher, to take what he wants, that you can take it, you trust him not to hurt you, and he trusts you to tell him if he does.

His hands are on you as soon as everything is cleared up. Like really on you. He pushes up your top hardly giving you a chance to take it off before he’s groping your chest, fingers at your nipples, pinching and pulling as you make out. It’s not long before his mouth moves, kissing at your neck, immediately latching on and digging his teeth into your skin. And god you want nothing more than to be his toy, a pretty little thing for him to play with and chew on. You wish you had asked for this sooner, wish you could have gotten him to touch you like this before. His hands, big and rough against your soft chest, moving, roaming your body to grab your ass, his mouth seemingly everywhere at once, your neck, your chest, lapping and sucking your nipples.

He eases you onto your back on the bed, staring at you, overcome with lust and unsure where to go next. He quickly decides though, grabbing your pajama bottoms and underwear swiftly pulling both from you. His fingers sink into your thighs as he pushes your legs apart, his hands then slip up your body as he lowers himself to you, mouth at your thighs now, kissing and biting and leaving bruises as he touches you.

He sits up a little to poke at your lips, you easily open your mouth for him, letting him slip the digit in. He feels his way in, teasing, pressing at your tongue with one then two fingers. You stare up at him as the fingers creep deeper, till they’re stuffed as far as they can go in your mouth. Joost pants softly as he stares back, gaze heavy with lust, and god he’s beautiful like this, just this side of mean.

He pulls his hand back after a moment, a soft noise comes from your throat at the loss and you can see the corner of his mouth twitch, almost smirking at you, at the way this simple teasing has you worked up. The spit slicked fingers slip between your folds with ease, thanks to how wet him playing with your mouth got you. He pushes both fingers in at once, ignoring the groan that comes from you as he quickly starts thrusting his fingers in you.

He muffles the noises you make by kissing you while finger fucking you, you tangle your fingers in his hair and moan openly into his mouth cause this is what you wanted, you were tired of the careful prodding and slow gentle touches, you wanted to hear the filthy noises as he fingers you, fast and rough your hips greedily bucking against him, the stretch of his thick fingers in you so much and not enough at the same time.

You gasp and fall back against the bed, he keeps a hand on your thigh as he finger fucks you, gently holding you down as he works you closer and closer. You can’t help the noises that come from you, the frantic pleading and cursing, the pathetic whimpering as you cum.

You almost get a chance to sigh a breath of relief as he slips his fingers out, but he pulls away just enough to find your clit. You whine, digging your fingers into the blanket under you, and shake your head a little, the overstimulation makes you squirm. His fingers flit over your clit, rubbing it before shoving inside you again. You let out a choked sound when he picks up the pace, harder than before, then suddenly stopping to touch your clit, then sinking in you once more. Just absolutely toying with you. It’s not long before you’re cumming again, almost sobbing at the feeling crashing down on you so hard and fast.

He coos at you, something along the lines of how good you are for him, you just kind of nod dumbly still trying to catch your breath when his pulls his fingers out of your cunt and shoves them in your mouth again. You groan, but diligently suck on them til he pulls them out and wipes your spit off on your cheek. He kisses you, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste whatever’s left of your juices. He asks if you wanna keep going and you nod, begging with a little ‘yes please’.

He hastily shucks his pajama pants off, your eyes immediately go to his cock, tip red and shiny from leaking precum. He settles between your legs, rutting against you for a moment to coat himself in your slick before pushing in. He gives himself enough time to adjust to your warm, wet, fucked out hole, so soft and pliant for him. His hips slow as he looks down to watch his cock pump in and out of you, going slow just so he can take in the sight. But it goes on for a little too long and you start to get antsy. Bucking your hips up into him, and whimpering.

“Wat,” He looks up with a ditzy, almost innocent smile, still thrusting slowly, little rutting movements. “Do you need something?”

“Please..?” You try, breathless. The teasing flustered you! It’s not your fault you’re suddenly speechless, it’s the brat fucking you’s fault!

"Ja? Do you want it harder, baby?" You whine at the question, at his pretty voice, at the way he pulls his cock out of you to slap it against your clit.

"Mhmm, yes, please.. Need you.." you mumble, nodding, making eye contact with him as you beg. His pupils are dilated, the pretty blue pushed to a thin ring.

He slides back in and fuck he feels perfect in you, filling you up so wonderfully. It's not long before he's manhandling you how he wants you, shoving your legs up so he can fuck harder, deeper. It’s almost dizzying, all the pleasure, his hands gripping your thighs, the head of his cock kissing your cervix every time he bottoms out inside of you. It’s incredible, you don’t know if either of you will be able to go back to how tame your sex life was before this. You can’t believe you let him fuck you any other way. He’s panting and groaning, more vocal than you’ve ever heard him.

"Ik-ik..Fuck…" He sighs heavily, hips almost stuttering against you. “I’m close, baby. You wanna cum together? You want me to fill you up?”

You can’t answer much more than frantic ‘please please please’ your hand slipping down your front to rub at your clit until he’s batting you away, replacing your hand with his own. He thumbs at your clit as he thrusts, making your legs shake. You think you’re about to cry from all of it, the orgasm wracking your body, stronger than you’ve ever cum before. His thrusts halt as he bottoms out in you, cock throbbing as he cums, the clenching of your walls around him sending him over the edge.

You, foolishly, think once he's finished you'll get a chance to breathe. Almost immediately he drops down, head between your thighs, tongue against you, hands on your thighs, holding you down as you squirm. The overstimulation is So much almost too much. You grip his hair as he eats you out, cleaning up the mess he made, licking up his own cum. It's so filthy. When he's finished, you're so grateful he doesn't make you cum again, he kisses you, tongue in your mouth and it's even filthier. You love it though, you love him rough and filthy.

"You know I can't," he managed to grunt out through gritted teeth, hands squeezing your hips tight to keep some sort of self-control. Your skin jumped at his touch and you knew the mark of his fingers would be bruised into your dark skin.

The Lin Kuei Palace was quiet. It was late, training had exhausted them all. Except for you. No, you were a live wire, intent on driving Bi-Han to insanity. You straddled him on the edge of his bed, fingertips ghosting over the icy skin of his bare shoulders and arms.

"But, baby, just think about it, hm?" you continued, running a hand slowly through his hair and making his eyes flutter shut.

He didn't want to think about it. The more he let himself wonder about an eternity with you—beautiful, sweet, perfect you—the more tempted he became to turn you. To give in and give you what you think you want.

This was hardly a rare occurrence. You always noticed when his patience had withered away, when his only relief could be found in the form of you all over him, your voice in his ears, and your scent overtaking his every sense. Unfortunately for him, that's usually when you'd start your campaigning for him to bite you, knowing that he was at his weakest this way.

You'd created a perfect facade of being concerned and assisting. You brought him in from training, gotten him stripped and showered and fed. Made sure he was so perfectly relaxed that he hadn't noticed your naked body sauntering over to him before you'd already taken a seat on your throne.

A low rumble made its way up from his chest as you pushed your hips down against him. You leaned forward, pressing your chest into his and letting your breath fall across his neck and giving him perfect access to your own. His eyes flitted down at the skin. He really could. He could just sink his teeth into the skin and drink from you, but fuck, it would ruin the both of you. You could have sworn his hands had started trembling as they held onto you. He was attempting to ground himself, but every time he found his damn footing, you were knocking him right back off his feet.

You could only imagine what the rest of the Lin Kuei would say if they knew that Bi-Han, their grandmaster, their protector, a vicious predator by nature, melted under your touch like this.

"I just want to be with you, Bi-Han, please."

Bi-Han always ran cold, but the feeling of you on top of him, warm and wet, was enough to set him on fire. You moved your hips again, grinding them against his and sliding yourself over his cock, and he hissed—hissed—like a damn cat. Embarrassing, really.

"No," it was meant to come out commanding, but it turned into more of a cracked whimper that made you smirk. You almost had him.

Bi-Han's head was spinning. He could smell you, blood so sweet. He was sure you would taste even better than you smelled.

You wrapped an arm around his neck, using him as leverage to life yourself and reach under you. Bi-Han groaned when your fingers wrapped around him, fangs shooting out as his head fell back. Pretty fucking boy doesn't even know how gorgeous he is.

You took your precious time to sink down on him, teasing his tip and almost laughing when you heard him grumble something about hurrying up or getting your neck snapped (a threat that was just so ridiculously empty). He shut up when he finally felt himself pushing deep inside, teeth gritting in an attempt to protect some of his dignity and stifle the whine that was threatening to break free. You took in a sharp breath when he was finally positioned fully inside you, adjusting to his size.

"Move," Bi-Han snapped, his patience with you withering away by the millisecond.

You lived for times like this: Bi-Han, cocky bastard that he was, reduced to nothing for you, hiding pleas underneath commands. He didn't have to be in this position. He could have whatever he wanted from you, and you would let him have it. Both of you knew that, but this happened out of his pure respect for you. Out of the trust he had in you despite rarely trusting anyone at all.

His forehead pressed against yours, a soft moment and an even softer kiss pressed against your lips to apologize in advance before his hips snapped up into you. Fuck.

"Fine, I'll move for us both," he decided.

There was nothing tender about the way he fucked up into your, the hand on your hip turning into a thick, strong arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you. Yes, he trusted you. More than anyone, maybe even more than he trusted himself. But, he wasn't known for his patience. He was known for his ability to take action.

He was splitting you open, mouth attached to yours to drink in every perfect noise you made for him. Bi-Han grunted below you, cold kisses trailing to the side of your face before his lips found their way to your ear, teeth gently grazing the lobe and making you dizzy. He was really good at that. Fucking you hard and senseless and kissing you so sweetly that you get whiplash.

The room was filled with the sound of your skin colliding with his and heavy breaths. Your walls fluttered around him, catching him off guard and making his hips stutter momentarily before he found his focus again, pistoning into you and hitting a spot that made you squeal.

"That's right, my love, tell me how it feels."

You're not sure how or if you even managed to form sentences coherent enough for him to understand. All you got in response from him was a low chuckle and his head dipping down to catch one of your breasts in his mouth, tongue swirling around your peaked nipple. You leaned back shakily to give him better access, hand pressed to his knee to keep you balance. You raised your hips and lowered them, finally giving him the movement he'd been asking.

He looked up at you as his mouth continued to work your breasts, tongue cool against your sternum. He felt the hairs on his body raise at the sight. You were beautiful in the moonlight, mahogany skin glowing as if you were a celestial being. Bi-Han felt a familiar urge when he zeroed in on your thrown back head, neck on full display for him.

Your heartbeat was loud in his ears, thudding hard and fast from your pleasure. He could feel the blood rushing through your body, could hear it in your veins. The mixed in sounds of your cries and moans made his stomach churn. A taste of you, just a taste is all he needed. He could stop himself before he turned you, right? He would have to. He couldn't fucking fight it this time. He was too tired and too taken by you to fight it now.

His large hand reached out, found your neck and pulled you back up to him, dark eyes searching in yours for permission that he already knew you would give. You only had time to nod once before his hand was replaced by his mouth, fangs driving through your flesh.

"Oh, oh," you sighed when the initial sting of his teeth passed and a pleasure that you had never experienced replaced the pain.

It was like wood to a burning fire. You gasped as you lifted your hips again, Bi-Han still attached to your neck, refusing to let go. You bounced on his cock as he drank from you, your release building up faster than it ever had before.

This was more than you'd ever imagined. You'd always wondered how it would feel to have him use you like this. Use you for his pleasure and his hunger. None of the fantasies came close to this.

You felt like you were floating out of your body, lightheadedness beginning to create a perfect combination with the pleasure. Your thighs began to tremble as you reached the edge and Bi-Han could sense that you were almost there. His thick fingers found their way between your bodies, reaching your clit and circling the sensitive spot, making you jump.

This orgasm was unlike any other...It was perfect, his teeth in your neck, literally draining the life from you as you shook against him, panting and crying from the overwhelming sensations. Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt yourself slipping away, vision going blurry. You could just barely make out the image of Bi-Han biting his own wrist before your head became heavy, tilting itself to the side.

Strong fingers on your jaw kept your head up straight and suddenly his wrist was at your mouth, forcing you to feed from him.