#sub zero fic

You could still remember when you were a child alongside Bi-Han, always jumping to his defence and always obeying every single command that he gave; he was bossy and stubborn and self-centred even then, but you would never hear a thing about it.

Things had not changed much since then, even if you now shared his bed and woke up to find his cold fingertips on your shoulder; he would deny it every time, so you pushed it from your mind. Still obedient and loyal as ever, still his own guard dog; he would take you to his meetings, his dealings with other clans, and you were always standing behind him, waiting for the command.

He rarely had to take the muzzle off, you still obeyed every single command without question; he would say jump, you would jump. 

He would introduce you as his fiance to those he knew would not use such a thing against him, and they would not believe it; they would not believe that the man they looked at when they glanced your way was the one Bi-Han had settled for.

They always assumed that he would have had a political marriage, but they saw how he treated you; how he was a little more lenient and tolerant towards your presence; he never barked at you to get out of the room, always told you to stay for confidential talks.

He didn’t even allow Cyrax and Sektor that privilege, and they were tied for second most loyal Lin Kuei. 

You did spend a lot of time lost in thought, though, remembering all the years that you had been at his side; back when you were a pup and you were still as loyal to him then as you were now.

None of the other children training on Lin Kuei grounds liked him, he was always too gruff and too stubborn and, at times, a bit of a bully; you stayed at his side. If he got caught causing fights, you would always show that your bite was worse than your back, always holding the fort up when it came to his defence.

He had always been the king of the castle, and you had always been the loyal guard dog at his feet; you had always been his best friend, usually his only friend. You lived for his praises, as cold and short as they were; you adored the way he told you that you did a good job, that you were a fine warrior for him. 

You had been so young and innocent back then, you did not know better, and you still did not know better; the older you got, the more loyal you became.

You were still his only confidant, you were still his best friend, and now you were going to marry him and you weren’t sure how you thought about it, if you were honest; you didn’t want him to worry when you were out on business, dealing with whatever he sent you to, you didn’t want him to panic if you ever got an injury or came home with a new bruise.

You didn’t want to marry him, if it meant that he would be stressed; so, one fine sunny afternoon whilst everyone else was training, you snuck into his office, and decided that you would attempt to talk to him about it. 

“Grandmaster?” You cleared your throat, and he glared at you for half of a second before his gaze softened ever so slightly. 

“Bi-Han,” he corrected with a soft growl. “What do you want?”

You dared to approach, holding your hands behind your back as you coughed out a little bit and shook your head. He seemed to notice your nervousness, furrowing his brows as he looked at how your gaze shifted to the various details in his office, including the framed photograph of two of you when he had brought you with him to Egypt.

You were stood beside him, hands clasped behind your back as he stood beside you stone faced. The top of the sky was a dull pinkish colour, fading into lilac as the dark greyish purple pyramids stood proudly behind you; he had awkwardly put his arms around you after it had been taken, pulling you close as he growled out that he did not want you to leave him.

Maybe that was where it had all begun. 

Slowly, Bi-Han got up, circling around you as he hummed and nodded in approval; you were looking around nervously, until he paused next to you, and cleared his throat. 

“You look well today,” he hissed. “And before you keep thinking about it, yes, I do think this is a good idea. You are my most competent, loyal, obedient warrior. I am not going to worry about you.”

He watched the nervousness fall from your shoulders, and was hit with an odd feeling; you had done that before, back when you were children and he had been caught pushing Kuai Liang down the stairs, and you had, as always, ran to his defence.

Barking at his father about how Kuai Liang had been picking on poor Bi-Han; you were nervous then, when you knew that you were lying but your loyalty had pushed you to do it, and he remembered putting his hand on your shoulder to thank you, just in time to see it drop from your shoulders again. He remembered that time, along with the others. 

He could still remember that time back in the autumn when you had refused to leave his side to the point where you slept on the floor by the side of his bed; he had been nursing a particularly nasty broken leg, and had no choice but to stay in bed whilst you protected him, staying by his side and only moving away to get him whatever he asked.

He could still remember how he had snapped at you and shouted at you for being so fucking clingy, and you had said nothing in return, just stayed right there; even at his worst, when he had taken his shit out on you, you still stayed. You still stayed loyal, still stayed right at his side; he was certain that that was the first time he had ever felt guilt for anything. It didn’t last long, but it did happen. 

More often than not these days, you were together all day long anyway, and that was mostly your fault rather than his; you always insisted on keeping an eye on him, on being close and protecting him. It was never a shock when he went into a room and didn’t hear the door slam behind him just to see you creeping in; it was never a shock when he looked up from doing something to see you nearby.

You were always close, always nearby, and he liked that; he had always liked that you followed him around like a stray, and that you lapped at his attention like one, too. Unwavering loyalty that should have gotten on his nerves but never did; he did think about giving you a name, like how his brother Tomas was called Smoke, but Shadow was a little cliche and he chastised Cyrax and Sektor for agreeing to give you such a title. 

Slowly, Bi-Han made his way to the door, and you followed closely, your brows furrowing and your fingers shaking when he took his hand in yours; it was tight, almost bruising, and your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you looked at what should have been a small sign of affection.

He grumbled, locking the door and raising his brows slightly, brown eyes filled with that glint that you would always remember; it was the same one that he had when he had first asked to court you, and the same one that he had had when you agreed.

You relaxed, and his grip grew a little looser, but you didn’t miss a step as you followed him to the window and watched him draw the blinds. For most, holding hands was a small and simple little affectionate thing, for Bi-Han to hold your hand, you weren’t exactly sure what it had meant. 

He coaxed you to sit on his desk, letting the afternoon light creep in through the cracks in the blinds, staring into his eyes as you put your hands on his shoulders; his hands went to your thighs, keeping you there before he sighed, closing his eyes as you pressed your forehead to his.

Every bit of tension dropped from you as you put one hand at the back of his neck, bending over as you grumbled under your breath; his breathing slowed, cold and controlled breaths hitting your skin as you swallowed hard. You had known Bi-Han for years, you could not remember a time without him; you weren’t sure why he was making you more nervous by the day.

You didn’t want to initiate anything, you couldn’t bring yourself to initiate anything, as you thought that if you did, he would suddenly call everything off, and he would abandon you; you figured that if you stepped out of your position as his guard dog even a little bit, he would call you an embarrassment and cast you out. 

“Something is wrong,” he growled out eventually, pulling back and staring up at you as he tilted his head and squinted slightly, trying to see if he could tell just by focusing on the details of your face and your eyes. “Tell me.”

“I don’t really understand what I did to gain this kind of affection from you,” you admitted. “You said I would soon enough, but the wedding’s coming up and I-”

Slowly, he smiled, and cleared his throat. “There’s a bottle of that rum you like in the second drawer. Take it, drink it, and I’ll explain.”

You did as he said, grabbing the bottle and opening it; it was chilled to the exact way you liked it, and you looked at him nervously as he stood back, and watched you.

“Do you remember the time, when you refused to leave my side after I’d broken my leg?”

You nodded, still sure that that autumn had left you with a permanent crick in your neck from where you had slept on the floor every single night; you could still remember how he had gotten you to run out and get food and get drinks and get anything else he wanted, and you had done it at the drop of a hat without daring to question it.

You remembered that autumn well, and you never wanted to forget it; the way that he had been a little more generous with his praises, the way that he slept with his hand dangled down so his fingertips were brushing against your shoulder. You never wanted to forget that.

“Do you remember our trip to Egypt to meet our allies?” He asked, and again, you nodded. “You have shown incredible loyalty, you are competent, you are capable, and you are obedient. You always have been… you have always been my favourite guard dog. Since we were children, you have always been at my side. I do not wish for that to stop.”

You smiled a little, taking a swig of the rum and hoping that the liquid courage would at least give you a little bit of relief from how nervous you were suddenly feeling; it felt like a break-up, if you were honest, and you hated the thought of that.

“You have always been my closest ally,” Bi-Han carried on, “and Egypt made me realise that… I don’t need anyone, you know that. But I do want you around, permanently.”

You cleared your throat. Fuck it. “Do you love me?”

He nodded once. You had your answer, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Do you remember the time you came to my chambers crying?” He asked, and you hummed in agreement as you took another swig from the bottle of rum. “You told me that you had had trouble with one of our classmates when he had called you a name. I dealt with it, and I said that I would never let you cry again.”

You scoffed out a quiet laugh, trying to hide it as you swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. “You nearly took his spine out, Grandmas-”

“Bi-Han,” he corrected with a growl. “When will you realise, you are not one of them anymore?”

You shrugged, shaking your head as you cleared your throat and looked down. “My apologies.”

“Good boy,” he saw the way your attention snapped to him again, the way you clenched your jaw a little bit and slid back on the desk ever so slightly. He saw the excitement in your eyes, and took note of it. “Do you remember when we first met?”

You nodded. “Your father took me to meet you before the others. He said we’d be good together. We’d make a good team.”

“The only thing the old fool was right about,” he hissed out, slotting himself between your legs and sighing as he took hold of the bottom of the bottle and let his ice cool it so it would stay just right. “I will always remember that day.”

When you thought about it, there was one time in particular that you could never shake from your mind; it was long ago, and you doubted that he would remember it.

But it was always there, at the back of your mind whenever you looked at him; it was one memory that you always kept to yourself, just so you could think back on it and smile whenever you did.

You bit the inside of your bottom lip as you thought about it again for a moment, looking at his brown eyes and how focused on you they were; you did not want to touch despite your body telling you to, you did not want to make a move in case he rejected it and told you that the marriage was little more than politics. You focused on holding the bottle, your fingertips gracing his for a moment and making you shake your head. 

Egypt had been the real turning point, when you finally realised that you never wanted to be without him, that you would never want to be around another man the way that you did with him; you could never be so protective of anyone else, you could never be so loyal to anyone else.

Everything that you were, it belonged to Bi-Han, and only to Bi-Han. What had happened back then, on that hot summer night, that had been the time that you and Bi-Han had fallen in love for good, when something inside of you both clicked so tightly that it could never be pulled apart, it was stuck. It would always be stuck. 

It was impossible not to remember it, it was impossible not to think about it, and you both knew that a little too well; you did not need asking, he knew that you remembered it. He did not doubt his guard dog, his childhood best friend; he might have doubted anyone else, he definitely did not think anyone else was as intelligent as him, but he was more lenient with you.

You weren’t as smart, but you were smarter than most, and you had certainly earned his lack of doubt and his lack of skepticism. You were special to him, and he had made it clear for so long but you had been completely oblivious for much longer. He all but had to spell it out for you and then get you to repeat it back to him. 

“Do you remember when my brothers and I were away?” He asked with a growl to his voice, and you nodded slowly. “I detested that you could not come with us. You should have been there, not Tomas… he was not as competent as you, not as strong. He was not as capable as you are. You… you are the only other person besides myself that I trust.”

You took two more swigs from the bottle, and feeling that it was about to hit you with more weight than a boulder, you screwed the lid back on, and put it aside for later; the liquid courage was beginning to flow through your veins, making you a little braver as you put your hand on his shoulder and let the other rest at the back of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you grumbled quietly.

“But we used to talk on the phone,” you pointed out quietly, daring to trail your hand from his shoulder to his belt as you hummed under your breath. “It’s a shame we didn’t put all that talking to good use.”

Bi-Han paused, pleasantly surprised by your bravery and your courage as he leaned into you, grabbing your thigh tightly as he softly bit at your neck. “And what should we have done to put it to good use?”

You shuddered as he sucked on the skin, cold breath meeting hot flesh as you tugged on his belt and groaned softly. “You could have sent me pictures, let me know what I was missing… gotten me all going for you…”

“We were on the phone at night ‘til dawn,” Bi-Han growled out with a gruff, smug, chuckle. “I don’t think you would have lasted that long, pup.”

You groaned softly, hips jerking as you let out a shuddering breath; he was quick, snapping his belt out and letting you take his cock in your hand, grumbling at how you slid from the desk and peppered short kisses up and down the shaft, lapping up his precum as you started to run your fist up and down it, making him groan and seethe as he bit down on his bottom lip and harshly let out a curt, cold praise. 

He sucked in a harsh breath when you took him into your mouth, looking up at him and taking him all the way back, your nose brushing against the thick black curls at the base as he slammed his hand on the desk to steady himself; short ragged breaths leaving his mouth as he growled out for you to keep going, his mouth suddenly dry as you let him fuck your mouth, letting him rut and snap his hips against you enough to make you whimper, the noises sending little vibrations right through him.

Enough to make his eyes roll a little as he tried to keep hold of his resolve, tried to keep control of himself.

“I love you, so I’ll never let you go,” he breathed out, not even realising or caring what he had said.

It didn’t matter, you probably didn’t hear it with how hard he was fucking your throat coupled with the slurping and gulping sounds that you were making. Humping the air as you used both hands to help your mouth.

Fuck, it was his favourite sight all of a sudden; you were so eager to please him, so eager to win his affection, so eager for him. You were so good for him, obeying every command, chasing the praise and chasing the way he humped your mouth and used it like a toy. 

It didn’t feel the same way as when you were both around twenty and had decided to experiment with each other one spring; it wasn’t clumsy and awkward, it wasn’t exactly great and he only lasted a minute, but fuck, if it didn’t feel so good now.

You were taking his cock better than he ever thought possible, soft little hums and groans mixing with the slurping and sucking sounds as you tilted your head to the side ever so slightly, giving him better access to almost every bit of your throat, so warm and wet and welcoming that he couldn’t help the way his head tilted back, exposing his throat as he snapped his hips into you, feeling you drool all over him as he grunted and groaned lowly. The sounds animalistic and gruffer than the way he usually spoke. 

You pulled away, grinning up at him as the drool connected your tongue to his cock like the best lead in the world, his brown eyes slightly widened, his breath getting harder and harsher as he watched you swirl your tongue around his tip; you peppered it with kisses, licked every single bit of it before slowly taking his cock all the way to the back of your throat again.

Bobbing your head up and down as you allowed your tongue to fall flat against the underside each time, licking a long stripe up it as drool slipped from your lips and splashed down to the floor. Every gruff and low moan of his sounding like birds singing the morning after a particularly bad storm. 

Fuck, Bi-Han would never forget the sight of you like that; on your knees and so greedily, hungrily, taking his cock whilst refusing to touch yourself despite how tented your trousers were.

Just completely focused on him, needing to feel him fill your throat just so you could swallow it and lick him clean; he was getting closer by the second, and he didn’t want it to stop. So he pulled away, looking down at you and how you whimpered, and he growled softly; you didn’t make a single move, staying right there with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, waiting eagerly for the next command, and it made him suck in a harsh breath. 

He knew he couldn’t be trusted with such a sight; knew that it would go on and on in the back of his mind every day for the rest of his life. Knew that he would never find someone who could occupy his mind the way that you could.

He bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, just looking at you before he clicked his fingers and pointed to the spot between his legs; you were there immediately, kneeling down and looking at him expectantly, eagerly. It was enough to have made any other man weak, and it was almost enough to make Bi-Han weak; his breath hitching in his throat as he looked at how fucking hard you were. 

“Puppy want a treat?” He asked gruffly, and you nodded eagerly.

“Please, Bi-Han,” you whimpered, flashing the puppy dog eyes in hopes that it would make him a little more lenient with you. 

He smiled. “Hump my leg until you cum, like a good boy.”

You nodded eagerly, kneeling against his leg and clinging to it as you began to hump it, feeling the fabric of your trousers rub against your aching cock as you whimpered; your brows knitted as you felt him move his leg just enough to add to it and spur you on.

It felt so good, all the friction and the pressure making you moan softly, quietly, the sound broken and coming out as a cry as you sped up your movements, humping his leg so eagerly that you were losing breath faster than you could catch it, not wanting to stop as you listened to the way he groaned and grumbled at you. Spurred on by the way he whispered that you were good, that you were doing good and being good for him, spurred on by the rare praise. 

You were so desperate for him, your cock aching and twitching with every stroke against his leg; you were all but squirming where you were so fucking needy, moving to kiss and suck on his cock as you whimpered and clung to him with such sweet little noises that Bi-Han was almost tempted to be nice to you, almost tempted to give you what you really wanted.

You were determined, he had to give you that, enough that he had to hold you by the throat as he hummed and swiped the drool from your lip with the pad of his thumb. His big bad guard dog suddenly just a needy little pup that had but one thing on his mind.

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

You grinned, teeth bared as much as your eyes went wide with excitement. “Please, please, please. Please, please-”

“So needy,” he tutted, shaking his head and pulling you up so he could kiss you, able to taste his precum on your tongue as he slid his cold hands under your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. “Should get you a collar.”

You bucked your hips against him as you nodded. “Please.”

It clicked in the back of his mind, the little joke that Cyrax and Sektor had made whilst you were in Egypt with him, it was still in the drawer; a black and blue leather collar with spikes on it and the word “Shadow” embroidered in his colours with the Lin Kuei symbol next to it, which he knew was too cliche.

They had done it in an effort to make him laugh when he caught wind of how people were calling you his guard dog; he had intended to throw it away, he should have really, but now? 

Now, he had a use for it.

“Stay,” he growled, licking your exposed tongue before he went to the other side of the desk and quickly found the collar. “Take everything else off.”

You did as he said, eagerly stripping down to nothing and waiting for him with baited breath until he clipped the collar around your neck and scoffed. 

“Do you like it?”

“Bi-Han…” you breathed out. “Shadow?”

“It’s cliche, I know,” he agreed. “I think I prefer “mine” better.”

You hummed in agreement, taking his cock in your hand as you kissed him hard and let him lick your tongue before he took control, holding the collar tightly and using it to direct you to the desk; you bent over it, exposing and presenting your ass to him only to moan loudly when he slipped two fingers into it, feeling you clench tightly around him as you bucked your hips. 

He spat onto the digits as he thrust them in and out of you, getting you prepared as quickly as possible as you jerked and rolled your hips with every piston of his fingers, every pound into your ass that hit your prostate and made your cock ache a little more to finally be able to cum; you hung your head, desperately clinging onto what little control of yourself that you had left, and when you felt him tease you with his tip, you couldn’t help the loud and lewd rumble of his name that left the back of your throat and echoed and ricocheted throughout his office.

Locking the door and closing the blinds had been a good idea. 

“You ready, pup?” He asked with a gruff, cold, groan that made you shiver and shake as you nodded eagerly, needing and wanting his cock more than anything else.

Enough that you were dumb and drunk off of just the thought of him using you like his own personal fuck toy, the thought of him filling you with his cum making your eyes roll as you thought about how fucking good it would feel, and how you knew that no one else would ever know what it felt like; how you were all his and, although he wouldn’t admit it, he loved you enough that he was yours in return.

He could have died, and he would have found his way back to you if you didn’t follow him first; you probably would have followed him first. 

Bi-Han didn’t waste time, bottoming out and rutting into you quickly as he grabbed the collar to keep you steady with one hand, clinging to your hip with the other and making sure that he conjured just enough ice to make it burn and leave a long lasting mark; you were his, no one else’s, and only his and he had meant that.

The thought of you being with another man made him sick, as he knew that you were made for one another; you couldn’t belong to anyone else, you were too competent and smart and too much of a decent warrior. You were too protective and too loyal to a fault, no one else would be able to handle a man like you. 

You would always be his, and when he started to fuck you loud enough for the noises to drown everything else out, you knew it; no one else would be able to treat you the way that he could, no one else would be able to make you feel the way that he did.

No other man’s cock could make you so hard just from thinking about it, no other man’s cock could bully your prostate just to make you squirm and beg to be bred so quickly. No one would ever be on Bi-Han’s level, and you knew it; you were his, and you would always be his. If he ever died, you would be seconds after him; protective even after death. 

No matter what he did, no matter if he deserved to have you at his side or not, you would always be there for him, you would always be that constant presence in his life, and you both knew it; getting married was just the next logical step, even if maybe it should not have waited so long.

Even if it was probably ideal to have gotten married earlier and done away with the awkwardness sooner. But you did have something special, you both knew that you did; you had something special that others rarely ever had. You had something that would last for all of eternity, and across any timeline; you would always be together, no matter what.

Bi-Han wasn’t himself if he didn’t have his guard dog. 

But fuck, you felt so good as you whimpered and begged him to fuck you until he bred you and made sure that you kept his cum stuffed inside your ass; you needed it to fucking bad, needed his cock and his freezing touches and everything that came with them.

You needed him so fucking bad, you needed everything that he was willing to give you as you pushed back against him and loudly moaned his name, letting it stain and paint the air vividly. You were certain that you wouldn’t last so long, certain that the moment you felt him cum you would be doing the exact same; it was all too good and too natural as he rutted into you and claimed you all for himself, for good. 

You were completely his, and you would never want to be anything different, you would never want to go back to being just his best friend, just his only friend; you were his in every way that he wanted you, every part of you belonged entirely to him. 

He was pounding into you, watching with a breathless smile as you took his cock so eagerly; keenly stretching for him as you moaned and grabbed the opposite edge of the desk, fingers clicking loudly as your head hit it and you closed your eyes.

Too much pleasure, but too greedy and too needy to want to stop as you pathetically whimpered his name, feeling the collar suddenly go slack before he grabbed your hips with both hands so he could get the right angle.

Bullying you and pushing you further and further until you were screaming for him to go harder, deeper, faster. To fuck you and breed you like you meant nothing to him. 

He would have loved to have heard those sweet little noises, those pathetic whimpers, over the phone when he was away; he would have loved to have heard those noises and made you get to the point of climax before hanging up just to make you wait for him.

Now he could, and he smiled at the thought of having that control over you; knowing that you would follow every order and every command without question, with the most eager loyalty, so keen to please and to be good for him. He definitely made the right choice when it came to who he was going to marry, and he fucking knew it the moment that you stopped moving when he told you to, letting him fuck you for his own sake, letting him use you.

If it wasn’t for the need boiling in his stomach, Bi-Han would have happily kept fucking you and bringing you to the edge just to make you stop and keep you waiting until dawn, and then pushed it more, until two or three in the morning the next day; just to keep you needy and all riled up for him.

His grip grew a little tighter, enough frost sticking to your sweat soaked skin that it burned and seared his fingerprints into you. You begged to cum, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you sobbed and begged him to cum; Bi-Han shook his head, and smacked your ass hard enough to make you yelp. 

“Not until I tell you.”

The authority in his voice, the lowness of it and how he hissed at you, it made your eyes roll back as you felt his cock bully you a little harder; you didn’t want him to stop, wanted him to fuck you until his thrusts left bruises and marks that would last for days.

The sound of your whimpers mixing into a melody with the sound of skin against skin and his grunts and growls as he leaned over, biting into your shoulder as he rutted into you hard enough to make you squirm and beg for him to cum in you; your hand found his hair when you reached back, tugging it to keep him close, to keep him humping into you and bullying you. 

You thought about all the times when you could have and should have been fucked like that; when you were at a park together and you were sitting between his legs whilst he was sat on a rock. No one was around, his hands were on your shoulders as he looked around before handing you something to drink. He should have bent you over that rock and fucked you until you were sobbing and begging him to keep going despite being so sensitive that you couldn’t take it even though you wanted, needed, to.

When you had gone to the beach during a heatwave and he had looked at you with something you didn’t understand in his eyes the moment you took your shirt off; he had acted so odd that day, and now you knew. You really wished he had put down a block of that ice he could make with his calloused, thick, fingers and fucked you on it with the sun blazing down on you both; he should have made you suck his dick in an effort to cool down, should have made you gag and drool until you were crying. 

Then, of course, there was Spain; he had been given every chance in Spain. He had walked in on you naked, he had caught you being flirted with by a ninja from one of the allies you were visiting for a meeting.

He should have made it clear then and there that you were his; he should have made it clear and fucked you in front of everybody and… fuck, the idea of being fucked in public was not helping to keep your resolve as you whimpered and tried to fuck yourself on his cock. Making him groan and bite down a little harder as he hissed out a long, cold, breath. 

“Don’t think about Egypt or Spain,” he growled. “Just think about holding on until I’m finished with you.”

But he was so fucking close, he had to admit; the way you whimpered and how you clenched around him was too much to ignore and he could feel his resolve beginning to melt as his control over himself began to thaw.

His movements were sharp and calculated with one thrust, then dull and sloppy the next, and he could feel his body protesting against carrying on. His thighs kept shaking, his heart kept hammering, and he kept having to expose his teeth and seethe in order to try and keep up; he didn’t want it to end, and you were begging him to keep going, but he couldn’t help it. Suddenly tensing with a moan of your name as his balls tightened and he finally started to cum inside you. 

It was a chain reaction as your toes curled, your thighs shaking wildly as your grip on the desk became hard enough that you almost worried about splinters in your fingers; your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned loudly until it became a guttural, groaning growl that soon tapered off into a muffled sob.

It felt so fucking good, cumming with him and feeling him fuck his cum into you, determined to breed you and keep his cum stuffed inside you; your jaw clenched as you humped the desk, brows knitted and drooling heavily. You were sweating and panting, mouth dry and sticky.

But Bi-Han didn’t stop until he had finally gotten enough, and pulled out. He gently ran a cold hand from the back of your neck to your ass, admiring how it looked with his cum leaking from the gaping hole.

A nod of approval, and he swiped a hand through his hair to make sure it was still tidy despite the strenuous activities. 

“You should make the move first more often,” he growled out with a sly laugh. “And keep that collar on.”

You nodded, daring to smile at him as you slowly pushed yourself up; he roughly grabbed your arm, and kissed you quickly as you hummed against him. “You mean that?”

Bi-Han nodded once, and you immediately had your answer as you grinned.

“Get dressed, unlock the door, open the blinds, and when I sit down, I expect you on my lap.”