It wasn’t that you hid what you did for work.

You just simply didn’t advertise it.

If someone asked what you did, you would spare them the details and say that you often worked in front of a camera.

Most people naturally assumed you were a streamer, a youtuber, maybe some kind of fitness influencer or content creator. Modern day internet had produced enough bizarre careers that nobody questioned it anymore.

No one straight up assumed you were a camgirl.

Much less Bi-Han.

Of course not all of your content was raunchy, sex-filled shenanigans.

You had your occasional casual streams where you simply sat down and talked with your audience while playing games or chilling for a few hours.

“Chat, what should I do for my next stream?” you mused aloud.

‘squirt stream!!!’

‘dp? 😏😏’

‘tit job 🤤🤤 ur titties are so fukin nice’

‘wanna see you take that dragon dildo again 🥵’

Your eyes lazily skimmed over the comments as they flew by, taking some of the suggestions into consideration for future streams while others simply amused you.

A donation alert suddenly chimed, causing you to blink before the message was automatically read aloud.

“y/ncutelittleclit donated $20 and said: have ur bf fuck u on stream???”

You blinked at the request, tilting your head as though genuinely considering it. Your teeth caught your lower lip as you thought it over.

“Uhhh…” You snorted, quickly covering your mouth to suppress a laugh.

“Chat, I don’t think… ehh, how do I put this…” you chuckled. “Guys, he doesn’t know about y’all.”

The comments immediately exploded.

‘WHAT?!?’

‘nahh no way’

‘cap’

‘he doesn’t know u do this??? 😦’

‘oh lord that will be an interesting convo’

More comments poured in, many of your subscribers expressing disbelief that your boyfriend had absolutely no idea about your online content or persona.

“Guys,” you whined, “it’s not my fault he doesn’t know. He hasn’t asked!” You threw your hands up defensively with a shrug.

“Asked what?”

Your head whipped toward the doorway.

Bi-Han stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, one brow raised in question.

You immediately sputtered, your mouth opening and closing.

“Oh… uh…” You laughed nervously. “Heh…”

‘OH SHIT!!’

‘guys she’s so cooked 😭😭’

‘🫡🫡🫡’

‘damn, he lowkey sounds hot’

‘💀💀💀💀’

‘think they’re gonna have an angry sex stream?? 👀’

‘fucking L lol 💀😭’

You rolled your eyes at the comments and quickly muted yourself before fully turning toward Bi-Han.

“Well?” he asked, stepping closer while making sure to stay out of view of the camera.

“Hey,” you murmured softly, looking up at him with a warm smile before letting out a sigh. “…I was telling them that you don’t exactly know what I do for work.”

His eyes flicked from you to your setup before returning to your face.

“Well… I know you do internet work,” he said with a small shrug, looking at you curiously.

“Well, yeah,” you replied awkwardly, “but, um… it’s a little more than that.”

He continued to stare at you, patiently waiting for you to elaborate.

“Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it,” you sighed, straightening up and facing him head-on.

“I’m a camgirl.”

“…Right.”

“You do know what that is, right?” you asked cautiously.

“Yes. You do your work in front of a camera, and you happen to be a woman,” he replied confidently.

A giggle escaped you before you quickly smothered it, shaking your head as Bi-Han frowned.

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no, sweetie, you’re not,” you chuckled. “That’s just not the full description.”

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.

“I provide adult content online for a very large audience,” you explained.

Bi-Han fell silent for a moment, processing your words.

“…So what you’re telling me is that you are a…”

“An online pornstar. Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

“And you…. show yourself…?”

“Being fucked by my many toys? Yes, Bi-Han. That’s kind of the point.”

“Right.”

You both stared at each other for another moment, Bi-Han’s face remaining unreadable.

Your donation alert chimed again, drawing your attention back to the monitor as the message was read aloud once more.

“pleasemommy donated $500 and said: sooo, how about that angry makeup sex stream where he destroys your hole??? that a thing that can happen?”

“Oh my fucking god,” you snorted, covering your face before turning slightly and catching Bi-Han’s wide-eyed stare as he processed the request.

“Angry makeup sex stream..?” he asked, thorougly confused.

“They want my next stream to be us fucking,” you shrugged, quickly flipping off your viewers before turning to face him again.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know how you like staying out of the internet.” you said softly, reaching for his hand.

Bi-Han hesitated, his gaze flicking back and forth between your monitor and you face.

“...Why do I have to be angry?” he muttered.

You giggled at that.

“You don’t, but they probably think you’ll be upset because you didn’t know what I actually did for work. You know, showing my body to strangers online and all that.”

“Ahh…”

He considered it for a moment.

“Will it help if I am?”

“I mean…” you bit your lip, shrugging at him. “It’ll be hot as fuck and I get my hole destroyed so… yeah?”

He let out a long sigh as he shook his head, staring at you once more before reluctantly nodding.

“As long as you keep my face out of it.”

You quickly suppressed the grin that threatened to stretch across your face, nodding eagerly.

“Of course, duh. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”

And thus, that’s how you found yourself a few days later—limbs bent in impossible angles, roped tied up around your body and your soaking hole being mercilessly ravaged by his thick length.

“Fu-fuck!” you gasped, wriggling against your bindings. “B-Bi-”

“Tch,” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Careful there.”

“M’sorry s-sir,” you babbled, “m’sorryyy”

You were already fourty minutes into the stream, your chat exploding with messages continuously at how Bi-Han had so easily managed to reduce you to a pathetic, babbling mess in such a short time.

He had already wrung out three orgasms from your spasming body, a fourth one quickly approaching and making your head swim in dizzying pleasure.

“S’too much, too much,” you whined, “Please, please sir…too much!”

“No it’s not,” Bi-Han stated matter-of-factly, hand roughly tugging on the rope binding your arms. “You can take it.”

“C-can’t…! Too deep!” you cried out.

He let out a scoff and continued plunging his length inside you, arching your back even further to sink in deeper, battering your poor cervix.

“That’s too bad,” he murmured, “This is what you get for keeping secrets from me.”

“Wasn’t a s-secret… ah! Please!” you yelped as his spongy tip slammed rudely inside you. “You didn’t aaskkkk..!”

“Didn’t think I’d have to ask if my woman was a slut for the world to see.” he sneered.

You let out a sob, the camera catching the drool, tears, and snot now covering your face, eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible to your viewers.

“M’not!”

“Yeah? Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?” he mused, hand snaking down to rub at your soaking pearl.

You jolted violently from the painful stimulation, another garbled moan escaping as you chanted, pleading for mercy.

“Pleasepleaseplease” you rasped out. “close, please! I’m sorry, m’so sorry.”

Bi-Han’s eyes quickly flicked to your monitor, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure, unable to take his eyes away from your figure, almost mesmerized.

Despite his taunting and degrading, you truly looked a vision, and he could almost understand the appeal in doing what you did for work.

He could see why others would flock to your streams only to see how your face contorted whenever his tip striked at a certain angle inside you. How you couldn’t keep your lips shut or drool from pooling and seeping out the corners of your mouth under the overwhelming pleasure. How your sweet, saccharine moans rang out only for them to turn into desperate, overstimulated cries and shouts as he forced you to take everything he gave you.

He huffed out, shaking his head before focusing his attention back on you.

“One more,” he grunted, a hand wrapping around your throat to pull you up slightly, giving your viewers a full view of your body, your tits bouncing with every thrust and a bulge disappearing and reappearing beneath your abdomen. “Give me one more and I’ll forgive you.”

“Nonononono,” you cried out, almost panicked. “I can’t, I can’t…!”

“You can and you will.” he growled, thrusts becoming rougher as he felt his own high creeping in, his finger speeding up against your clit. “Give it to me.”

You let out a strangled gasp, seizing in his hold as you felt your walls tighten and flutter around his length as he wrenched your fourth orgasm from you, shivering at the intensity.

“W-wait…! I feel.. I have to..’ You squeaked, your body almost burning up as the intense pleasure finally peaked and bursted out of you.

Bi-Han let out a groan as he felt you soak the bed beneath him, coating him with droplets of your release, which triggered his own, letting out a low curse as he spilled hotly inside you.

You both took a moment to catch your breaths, Bi-Han gently lowering you back down onto the bed before quickly undoing your bindings. You huffed out an exhausted sigh, relaxing your muscles until you become a puddle of human goo against your sheets.

“Chat…” you mumbled out, your eyes closed in pure exhaustion. “Hope you guys liked that. This is all your fault. Gonna end the stream now, go and check out my other content y’know where.”

Bi-Han chuckled as you half-heartedly said your goodbyes to your viewers and ended the stream.

“Well,” he asked, “did I perform well?”

“...Yeah,” you laughed quietly, turning your headto look at him. “You did amazing, baby.”

He hummed before getting up and beginning to clean you up.

“I think they enjoyed that a lot. They’re sooo going to ask you to join for further streams.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come onnn! You did so gooooood.”

“No.”

“Bi-Han—”

“No.”

“But baby—”

“I’m going to fuck you again until you can’t speak."

“Kinky~. I bet they’ll like that” you snickered.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Of course they would.”

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Tomás Vrbada:

Grey eyes stared up at you, wide and uncertain as you sat comfortably on his lap.

Tomás looked genuinely distressed.

He wasn’t exactly terrified—he trusted you far too much for that—but there was definitely some new apprehension that easily radiated off him.

You may have had an inkling of why that may have been, so you did what any sane and loving partner would do for them.

You cornered him, oh so sweetly.

You tilted your head slightly, watching every little reaction cross his face, a small amused smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you well, love?” you asked softly, almost innocently.

Tomás swallowed.

“Mhm.”

A lie.

A very bad one.

You hummed, letting your fingers brush along the front of his neck, watching him shiver and gulp heavily.

Ahh, this is too easy.

Your smile widened just slightly.

“Tomás.”

“…Yes?”

“Why do you keep looking at me like I’m going to eat you?” you asked playfully.

His expression twisted slightly.

“W-What… do you mean?”

“You’re looking at me like I’m going to devour you at any second.”

“I’m really not.”

“You flinched when I kissed your neck earlier.”

He let out an embarrassed scoff, eyes flitting away from you.

“That was because you bit me.”

“I did not.”

“I felt your fangs, you totally did.”

You stared at him for a moment before laughing softly under your breath.

Tomás groaned quietly, pouting up at you laughing at him.

“It was just…” he muttered weakly, “Kung Lao found this article and then Johnny kept talking and suddenly everyone was discussing how female black widows kill their mates after reproducing and now Bi-Han keeps glaring at me every time you sit next to me like I’m already dead.”

You burst into laughter.

Tomás only looked more conflicted by that.

“It’s not funny,” he mumbled.

“It is very funny.”

“You stared at me during dinner yesterday.”

“I was thinking.”

“You smiled afterward.”

“Because you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“That is not reassuring.”

You gently cupped his face, thumbs brushing against flushed cheeks.

“My poor baby,” you cooed teasingly, “you really think I’d kill you?”

Tomás hesitated.

“…Can I answer honestly?”

Your eyes narrowed playfully.

“Depends.”

“…A little bit?”

You laughed again, leaning forward until your breath fanned his lips.

“If I wanted to kill you,” you whispered softly, “you would not still be sitting here.”

Tomás stared at you in silence.

“…You guys seriously need to stop saying things like that.”

“Oh?”

“Kuai said almost the exact same thing yesterday.”

“That’s because he’s smart.”

“No, you people just like terrifying me.”

Despite his “wariness”, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer against him automatically.

You smiled knowingly and kissed the tip of his nose.

“...Want to test out that theory?” you murmur teasingly

Tomás squirmed beneath you, an unsure look on his face, yet it seemed curiosity won.

“You… you promise not to eat me?”

“Let’s find out.”

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang was a passionate man in every aspect of his life.

Work, duty, love, devotion.

He approached everything with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming sometimes. When he cared, he cared completely. There was no half-heartedness in him, no uncertainty.

So it’s a little suspicious when he starts lacking in the love department.

More specifically?

Sex.

Those who have had the pleasure of bedding a man like Kuai Liang, unfortunately, have the knowledge of how relentless the man is. Equal parts loving and filthy, treating his partners like they hung the stars while ruining them beyond repair.

So why the fuck have the two of you not had any type of intimate interactions for the past two weeks.

No forehead kisses.

No wandering hands late at night.

No heated kisses between chores with filthy promises whispered between them.

Nothing.

At first, you assumed he was simply exhausted.

The long hours of training, endless responsibilities, and back-to-back missions had clearly been taking a toll on him lately. The Lin Kuei had kept Kuai Liang painfully busy these past few weeks.

But even then, he’d never been the type to withdraw from you completely.

If anything, the stress only made him clingier.

Now every time you sat on his lap, his entire body would tense beneath you.

Whenever your lips brushed against his throat, you could physically hear him stop breathing for a second, like he was bracing for something catastrophic to happen.

And gods forbid you wrapped yourself around him.

One of the few times you lazily draped yourself across his body and wound your limbs around him affectionately, the man had gone visibly pale before slowly wrapping his arms around you in return.

“Alright, fess up.” you glared at him as you finally cornered him one evening.

“....What?” he asked, looking up from where he sat with a confused expression.

You narrowed your eyes and slowly began walking toward him.

“What is wrong with you lately?” you demanded. “And do not say ‘nothing’ because I swear to the gods, Kuai Liang, you’ve been acting strange for two weeks.”

His posture immediately stiffened.

You kept approaching him slowly, arms crossed over your chest as suspicion continued building.

“What are you hiding from me, huh?”

To your absolute disbelief, Kuai Liang actually paled slightly as you got closer.

“...I’m not hiding anything.” he murmured.

“Kuai.”

“I’m not,” he insisted again, though the way his brows furrowed already gave him away.

You stared at him flatly.

“Then how come we haven’t been intimate lately?” you questioned.

“What do you mean?” he blinked.

“Kuai Liang,” you deadpanned, “you haven’t fucked me in two weeks.”

The man nearly choked on air.

“You can barely keep your hands to yourself on a normal day,” you continued, arms crossing over your chest. “And suddenly you haven’t touched me in damn near half a month?”

“I…”

“What?” you frowned impatiently, “What is it you're hiding from me?”

“I’m not hiding anything!” he insisted, crossing his arms across his chest. “I just… “

He hesitated.

“...It’s embarrassing,” he mumbled.

“Huh?”

Kuai rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh.

“You’re a black widow…”

“....Yeah?”

“And..” he averted his eyes from yours, “you know how female black widows…. mate…”

You stood silent for a moment, staring at him as the phrase replayed in your head before realization dawned on you.

A snort came out before you quickly smothered a hand over your mouth.

Kuai let out a quiet huff at that before moving his face away from you, ears turning red.

“You… Kuai…” you tried gently before you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the look he had on his face.

He looked painfully serious about his statement and perhaps a bit scared at that simple fact.

“Oh gods, you think I’m going to eat you after sex?” you cackled at him.

Kuai refused to look at you and just shrugged lamely.

“Maybe not literally…” he muttered, somewhat defensively.

“Oh sweetie,” you cooed, giggling before saunteering right up to him.

You perched yourself on his lap, arms winding around his neck, mischievous look in your eyes.

“..What are you—!”

“Nom.”

Kuai flinched beneath you as he felt your teeth lightly press against his neck, which only made you start cackling again.

“This is not funny,” he murmured into your shoulder.

“Oh this is downright hilarious,” you giggled into his neck, before placing a soft kiss on it.

You felt him shiver beneath you, making you smile and laugh softly.

“You’re so silly, love,” you murmured gently. “I would never eat you.”

Kuai only grunted before letting out a defeated sigh and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I was just… concerned…” he muttered.

You hummed, chuckling once more, before threading your fingers through his hair.

“My poor little flame,” you teased.

“....Johnny made it worse.”

“Of course he did.”

Bi-Han

He wasn’t avoiding you.

Truly.

What kind of man would that make him?

We’re talking about Bi-Han here—the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

A man largely feared and respected in equal measure, trusted by the Fire God as Earthrealm’s first line of protection, and has fearlessly entered many battles that wished to claim his soul but ended up unsuccessful.

To say he was avoiding anyone, much less you, was—simply put—absurd.

No, he was simply being observant and maintaining a respectable amount of distance as one should have in public.

As a Grandmaster should.

“Bi-Han.”

You pretended not to notice the minuscule flinch he gave at the sudden sound of your voice.

He cleared his throat almost immediately before turning to face you, expression settling back into its usual cold neutrality with practiced ease.

“Yes?”

“Are you busy?”

“Not necessarily.”

You hummed softly, closing the distance between the both of you before placing a hand lightly on his chest. You felt his body still beneath you, muscle tensing up.

Your brow arched slightly as you looked up at him, though Bi-Han pointedly ignored the expression and continued staring down at you with careful composure.

“Do you… require something?” he asked slowly.

“Mmm,” you teased softly, tracing a finger up the center of his chest before lightly grazing the side of his neck. “Is affection too much to ask for?”

Despite his steady gaze and calm but watchful demeanor, you could feel his pulse racing beneath your fingertip.

“...I suppose not,” he replied carefully, taking your wrist in his hand and removing your hand from caressing his neck any further.

Your lips quirked in amusement.

“Bi-Han.”

“...Yes?”

“Are you nervous?” you asked innocently.

Bi-Han’s brows furrowed, almost unconsciously.

“What gave you that impression?”

“No reason,” you chuckled softly. “Just a harmless question, dear.”

He frowned at you, staring at you once more before grunting and taking a subtle step away from you.

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

Bi-Han’s brow furrowed.

“I have yet to hear your answer,” you said with amusement in your tone.

You already knew why he was acting this way.

Tomás had very kindly informed you about the disastrous spider-related discussion that had somehow spiraled into a conversation about black widow mating habits. Apparently the entire ordeal had left a much deeper impression on certain members of the Lin Kuei than others.

Namely the one standing in front of you.

Still, watching Bi-Han pretend it hadn’t affected him in the slightest was proving endlessly entertaining.

“I am not,” he replied curtly.

Your lips curled slyly, closing the space between you both before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Spiders can sense fear, you know?”

You felt him completely freeze as you ran your lips teasingly along the pulsing vein in his throat, feeling the sudden hitch in his breathing.

You pulled back just enough to glance up at him, catching him with wide eyes and lips slightly parted, fear blatantly lurking under his carefully maintained composure.

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped your lips shortly after as you stumbled backwards, clutching at your stomach.

Bi-Han stared down at you with a frown on his face, eyes still narrowing at you.

“....This is not funny.” he muttered, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

“Yes it is,” you snickered.

Bi-Han scowled at you.

“You are enjoying this too much. Quit it.”

“Nah.”

“Y/n.”

You burst into laughter again as you watched his scowl deepened as he attempted, and failed miserably, to hide the fact that he was pouting. He looked like a disgruntled child who’d just been told he couldn’t have his favorite sweet.

Bi-Han sighed and moved to sit down at his desk, grumbling to himself beneath his breath.

You finally managed to cease your giggles, a smile still spread over your lips as you approached him once more.

“Dear,” you said softly, affection coloring your voice despite the lingering amusement, “I have no intention of eating you. Not now. Not ever.”

Bi-Han sighed, looking at you silently for a moment, before exhaling and extending his hand toward you.

“Very well.”

You gently grasped his hand, letting him pull you closer and settle you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a slightly possessive manner.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Bi-Han lowered his head slightly, his voice quiet as it brushed against your ear.

“Even if I were,” he murmured, the faintest hint of fondness threading through the words, “I suppose there are worse fates than being claimed by you.”

You could only smile at him and pull him closer for a sweet kiss.