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Death Wish: Bi-Han x Reader

summary: You, a princess from a rival clan was harder to resist than Bi-Han could have anticipated. But what was even harder to predict was your willingness to strike a deal, which soon led to a night of passion in your bed, right where you wanted him to be. (ao3)

warnings: drinking, SLIGHT voyeurism + exhibitionism, smut, pnv, unprotected sex. The usual, the works, you know how it be. essentially smut with plot. i had to cut it off or i could've kept going;; to the 20 Bi-Han fans out there, i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 9.5k

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All it took was one glance at you to make his heart beat faster. 

Across the lounge, you stepped inside alone. A smile appeared on your face as the staff warmly greeted you. There was a familiarity between you and them, and Bi-Han considered it respectful friendliness.

Yet he noticed how it disappeared once they were out of sight. And then it appeared again as you approached the bar, calculated and aware. 

Aware of everyone and everything besides him. At least, that was what he assumed. But maybe just the sight of you scrambled his instincts. 

The rumors of your beauty were proven true. The way your hair fell perfectly around your shoulders, the subtle tattoos that decorated your arms, and the elegance of your dress only furthered your mystifying nature. 

As the head of the Lin Kuei clan, Bi-Han was raised to think that feelings were forbidden. Having a sudden interest in the princess of an enemy clan felt foreign and wrong—it was a death wish. But there was just something about you he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just your beauty that intrigued him; it was how you held yourself, as if you knew how strong you were. A sign of an influential leader, what a princess should exude. 

For the first time in many years of war, Bi-Han wanted to end the enmity to have the slightest chance of getting to know you. 

A frown etched across his face as he watched you sit at the bar. It had only been a few months since you’d taken a position in your father’s clan, not only as a princess but as one of their best fighters, a woman blessed with terramancy. 

And he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body, unable to ignore how he could see the outlines of taut muscles through the fabric of your dress.

A shiver ran down his spine.

This high-end bar was on neutral grounds, providing the perfect place to mingle with friends and foes. Despite that, you had to be confident to come there alone and without your entourage. 

Bi-Han nursed his drink, leaning back against the couch, content with watching you from afar. He knew he had to stay away from you, but with each passing moment, you were more challenging to resist. Every move you made entranced him, and the Grandmaster felt a sharper desire to cross the lounge and offer you company.

You were the most beautiful woman there. And others were taking notice. The lingering eyes of other men did not go unnoticed by Bi-Han. Those who knew your title were respectful, some politely nodding at you as they passed. But others, like the clearly inebriated man heading right toward you, wanted something more, something he could never be entitled to.  

As the man attempted to grab your shoulder, one of your arms simultaneously shot out and pushed him back before his hand made contact.

Drunk, he stumbled backward and grumbled. “What the hell was that for?-” 

“-I’m in no mood to get out of my chair,” you interrupted, not even glancing in his direction, continuing to watch the bartender make your drink, who seemed just as unconcerned as you, as if this was a regular occurrence. 

The man took one unbalanced step closer. 

“Touch me, and you die,” you warned, tone light with annoyance at the inconvenience. But still, your pretty lips softened the blow of your threat as a smirk graced your face. The female bartender rolled her eyes but chuckled knowingly. 

You may have sounded sweet, but that only made it clear that your words weren’t empty. Of course, you didn’t look threatening tonight, but it would be foolish to assume you weren’t. If your beauty was deadly, surely other parts of you were, too.

You frustrated Bi-Han. But what frustrated him more was that he didn’t want to resist you like he knew he should. Seeing another man in your proximity alone threatened to boil his blood.  And when the drunkard stumbled forward again, Bi-Han’s resolve vanished as he moved at lightning speed, closing the distance between him and the stranger within seconds. 

It was too easy, and Bi-Han exhaled in annoyance. He squeezed the man’s wrist hard, refraining from using ice to burn against his skin. The Grandmaster wanted to snap his wrist clean off with a simple twist, but knew it was best not to. Incompetent, pathetic. This poor excuse of a man thought he could get away with this? Never. 

“She said no,” Bi-Han sneered, shoving him backward so roughly that he slammed against the tile with a loud thud.

Immediately frightened by the sinister look in the Grandmaster's eyes, the drunkard desperately scrambled back when Bi-Han took another step forward. 

“Leave.” Bi-Han's voice was rough and undoubtedly final. The man didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly rose to his feet and rushed for the exit.

Bi-Han exhaled deeply; part of him wanted more of a fight, but the other part was satisfied with how easily the situation was diffused. It was to protect you, after all. 

Slowly, his gaze shifted back to you.

You raised your eyebrows when you realized who your protector was. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei? He was the last person you expected to be there, as his reputation was known to be cold, aggressive, and relentless. Your eyes drifted to where the creep had once lain splayed across the floor. The aggressive part definitely checked out. 

“Thank you,” you said to cover up your surprise and hesitation, offering him a polite smile. “I didn’t want to get my hands dirty tonight.” 

Bi-Han was immediately enraptured by your smile, accompanied by a voice so light that it was almost like a whisper. The sincerity of your words caressed him, causing a shiver to ripple down his spine. How was this possible? He’d never felt like this before… so weak and willing. 

He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed by his hesitation. “It was the right decision to interfere,” he replied, his voice deep and matter-of-fact. “I couldn’t allow him to touch you.”

When he said allow, it hinted that the Grandmaster did know who you were. And despite that, he still came to your rescue. 

Your eyes trailed across his body, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek somewhat nervously as you realized how handsome he was. It was an instant attraction. Maybe it was confidence or your naivety, but your gut insisted he was feeling the same pull.

“Buy me a drink?” you asked. Though inviting, your tone left little room for him to refuse. 

Bi-Han paused, surprised at your boldness but realizing how open the two of you were to the rest of the crowd. You weren’t just flirting with him; you were warning him.

More intrigued than before, his gaze momentarily lingered on you before answering. Up close, you looked even more ravishing, the dress fitting perfectly and accentuating your curves. A work of art, he presumed.

Forcing himself to look away, he met your eyes again. “Of course, Princess,” he said before gesturing to the bartender, who seemed to be knowingly smirking at the two of you. “Another of what she has at table 77.”

Smart. You thought. A genius tactic. What woman would want to say no to such respectful assertiveness?

Pleased, you rose from your seat as Bi-Han held out his arm for you. You took it, staring at him intensely, almost as if your eyes were dissecting him through your gaze alone, noting the curvature of his muscles before brushing your fingers against them.

He towered over your smaller frame, a man built for kombat, built for leadership and domination. But instead of fear, excitement was coursing through your veins. What you wanted was to dominate him. To have him underneath you. Lustful thoughts swirled in your mind. It was ridiculous and so unlike you. But it made you giddy.

Tonight wasn’t about making connections for your clan. Every once in a while, a princess could indulge… right?

So, you followed him into a more secluded part of the lounge, which was seemingly empty. The lights were dimmer, and the atmosphere was calmer and intimate.

“You came here alone?” you asked the Grandmaster, smoothing out the wrinkle in your dress before sitting across the table from him. As you crossed your legs, your heels brushed against his legs.

“Yes, I came alone.” Bi-Han exhaled deeply. “And you?”

“Against my father’s wishes,” you sighed, then chuckled as the bartender rounded the table and handed you a martini. Once she left, you leaned forward and inspected your drink, dipping your finger in the liquor and tasting it quickly for any hints of poison. “Don’t get me wrong,” you hummed, pausing to take an elongated sip. “I understand why, but I’m not a little girl anymore. If he wants me to lead in the future, he must let me make my own decisions.” 

Bi-Han raised his drink to his lips, taking a few sips as he listened to you.

“He’s worried about you,” he replied calmly as his gaze returned to your figure. “That’s natural,” he said, seeming to get distracted before reeling himself back in. “But you strike me as the type of woman to challenge such wishes.”

Giggling into your glass, you playfully rolled your eyes. “I listen to my father plenty. He’s a wise man, but nobody can get everything right.” 

You leaned back in your seat, gazing at the Grandmaster. “I think you, out of everyone, would know what that pressure feels like, no?” 

A slight shadow fell over the Grandmaster’s face. “I know. I’ve carried the weight of this clan on my shoulders for many years, and it hasn’t been an easy path.”

Admittedly, Bi-Han hadn’t expected such wisdom and insight from you. Though you weren’t much younger, you were a new leader. Perhaps it was his own bias, but you far exceeded his expectations.

"Why?" He put the bottle aside and leaned forward. His gaze met yours. "What do you wish to know?"

"Anything you'd like to reveal…” You offered, tone suddenly sultry and inviting. To close some of the distance, you leaned over the table, your dress revealing more of your cleavage from the angle, right under his lingering gaze. And for a moment, he indulged greedily.

It was intentional, and he knew it. But you weren’t stopping him. What man wouldn’t want to enjoy such a pretty view?

“You’re smart,” he sighed. It was tempting, indeed. You were tempting, witty, and calculated. Most men wouldn’t even notice or care what you were trying to do, only that you were giving them attention.  

“I appreciate the compliment,” you said quickly, knowing you’d been caught. “I’m glad you can enjoy something else about me besides my looks.”

His intense gaze refused to lose yours. “I prefer to know what type of woman the rivaling clan leader is,” he said, his response smoother than you anticipated. “The rumors of your beauty ring true… but your competence is still undetermined.”

You took another sip of your drink to suppress the smile that threatened to break your mask. Once you set it down, your finger slowly traced the edge. “I haven’t heard rumors about your appearance… But I happen to like what I see.” 

When you finally met his gaze again, your eyes were darker than before, hungrier than he could anticipate. 

“But I’ve heard how cruel and cutthroat you can be, with no hesitation to kill. You want more power, and you want to lead. Your abilities, too, are frankly unbeatable. You’re rarely seen in public, let alone in an establishment like this. And I happen to frequent this place,” you paused, pretending to be deep in thought, when all you were thinking about was how he would taste and feel against you. It felt naughty, risky, yet undeniably intoxicating.

The Grandmaster thought he was being subtle, but you sensed his lingering gaze the moment you stepped into the bar.

And tonight, you had time. Not only to entertain a sworn enemy, but also to convince.

“You know your facts quite well,” he grunted in response, but kept his expression neutral.  

“You came here to see me, didn’t you?” you asked, tilting your head, the glisten of your eyes hinting that you found it amusing. The lengths he went to see you, even from afar, impressed you. Your father would undoubtedly have his head if he knew about it, so his initiative could only be applauded. 

It also meant that whatever Bi-Han wanted from you had to be worth it, and he had to be desperate. 

“I shouldn’t have underestimated your knowledge of me, Princess,” Bi-Han replied, the only hint of his surprise being the slight quirk of his eyebrows. But his deep brown, almost black eyes gave him away. The way he looked at you made it hard for you to resist him, and you didn’t know why. You shouldn’t even be speaking to him, but you wanted to. It was forbidden and irresponsible, but damn, was it exciting. 

“Keep your enemies closer, they say, right?” you simpered. 

Bi-Han knew what you were doing, but he wouldn’t stop you. Not when you looked so ravishing, sitting across from him so pretty, with such a clear and lustful stare for him in your breathtakingly beautiful eyes. When was the last time he’d been able to sit with a woman like you and enjoy his drink? Though calculated on your end, Bi-Han knew and didn’t care. 

And he let his eyes roam, following the curve of your breasts, the dips of your collarbone, the way your hair swayed across your shoulders as you moved. How gorgeous your skin would look covered in his hickeys. 

After a long moment, he forced himself to look back up at your face. Bi-Han reached for his beer and swallowed hard, finishing the rest before continuing. 

“That’s right,” he replied in a low voice, trying to hide the desire infusing his tone. “And are we enemies?”

“I don’t want to be,” you mused before you became distracted and flagged down a waiter for another drink. As they approached, you plastered a bright smile despite the conversation. “Another martini for me and a beer for him. Can you also bring two shots of your most expensive sake?"

Smirking at your request for something stronger, Bi-han questioned you once the waiter was out of earshot. “Are you sure you can handle that, Princess?” he asked. 

“I intend to drink longer with you anyway,” you said matter-of-factly, though your smile deepened when you glanced back at him. 

Bi-Han chuckled in response, his way of accepting your invitation. “I don’t think I’ve ever kept a princess company before,” he replied smoothly, trying to conceal his relief. He wanted to spend more time with you and was surprised by how easily you tore down his walls and resolve. 

"Do you not want to?" you replied coyly. "It seems like you're enjoying yourself."

Before Bi-Han could say anything else, the bartender from before returned with a tray containing your drinks. 

“Thank you.” You smiled as she handed you the drinks. “We won’t be needing anything else. The Grandmaster will come up to pay when we’re done,” you said, purposefully mentioning his title to ensure you wouldn’t be bothered. 

She nodded in agreement, flashing a wink that only you could see. “Of course, Princess.”

You chuckled in response and focused your attention back on Bi-Han. Delicately, he began to pour the sake into a shot glass for you.

Successfully, you’d gotten him alone, but he didn’t mind. It was quieter on this side of the building, more secluded. And having you all to himself was making him bolder. Your flirtations, too, were intriguing. 

“Does it amuse you to drink with my money?” he asked as he raised his glass to you. 

Clinking your glass with his, you giggled at his question. “And what if I said yes?” you replied before tipping your head back, exhilarated as the liquor burned down your throat. 

Bi-Han smirked, watching you down it with ease. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint a woman like you.”

You could feel his eyes all over you, and it was exciting. A feeling blossomed in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you knew it wasn’t just the alcohol. But still, you remained slightly cautious of him even if you didn’t show it. There was a fine and dangerous line to balance when it came to the Lin Kuei. Though you didn’t know or understand why, the strained relationship between your clan and his had happened long before you came into power. 

Watching him pour another shot, you brought the conversation back before you were interrupted. “So why did you come to see me?” you asked. 

“Curiosity,” he admitted, sliding the cup before you. “Some of my most trusted allies speak highly of you. And when I got word of your father stepping down, I wanted to see for myself.”

“Well, I’m not preparing any armies, since you’re so curious.” 

Bi-Han chuckled. “As if you could defeat the Lin Kuei.” 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your seat and took the shot he poured for you. A shiver rippled through your body.

“I also never had any intentions of defeating the Lin Kuei,” you sighed, locking eyes with him again. “I feel that would be a waste, no?” 

“Agreed.” 

“I’m optimistic that we can strike some sort of deal to end this decades-long feud that neither of us particularly cares about. In fact, I think our factions could be stronger together. What really matters is outworld threats…”

You paused, eyes drifting to his bulging, crossed arms. “Would you consider peace? Or a mutually beneficial merger?”  

Bi-Han listened as you spoke, staring directly at you. He was slightly surprised to hear your words. Peace? What a strange thing to admit. You were so optimistic and positive... he wanted to say naive, but he couldn't. You were anything but that, and you played your games well. Good enough to intrigue him, to lure him.

Despite all those warning signs that blared in his mind, Bi-Han could only concur that you were being genuine with no hidden agenda. If anything, he respected the boldness you exuded. Most people were too timid in his presence to ask.

“You truly are different from your ancestors,” he mumbled, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward. 

His eyes were fixed directly on yours.

“You really want peace between our clans?”

“Don’t you?” you asked, your gaze flickering with hope. “We can sit here and share a drink together, a Princess and a Grandmaster.” You took a slow sip of your cocktail before continuing, trying to gauge his reaction. “I think that’s a step in the right direction, probably more than anyone else has bothered to take in decades.” 

Bi-Han fell silent. Somehow, he could decipher that your words were honest and sincere. It was something he didn't expect.

“A fair point.” He paused. “But that’s to say if you get what you want from me.” 

“Bingoooo,” you drawled. 

“So what do you want?” he scoffed, a displeased grunt leaving him as he watched your smirk deepen. 

“I want to merge our clans. Organization and the division of power can come later, but I expect to remain queen. I want the authority to continue training the women of both your and my people. Neither of us can decide without consulting the other,” you paused. "Quite simple."  

“Sounds awfully like marriage.” 

“That could be arranged.” You shrugged. “Would that be your preference?"

A vixen, you were, presenting yourself as awfully innocent, speaking sweet nothings, and offering a better life, a united front that could not be overpowered by another. You made it seem so simple. And perhaps, it could be that way under your rule.

“I’ll admit it has a nice ring to it," Bi-han said.

Satisfaction crept into your expression, and so did your desire. "I'm thrilled you think so." A moment passed as you collected yourself, encouraging your lucidness for a bit longer. It was so easy to slip away and become infatuated with the Grandmaster before you.

Another sip of your drink settled your wandering thoughts.

“No man will ever strip me of my power.” You smiled sweetly, masking the previous pondering. “That is the one rule you will have to respect.” 

Intensely, his eyes met yours again. In a deep, enticing tone, he whispered, “I can conquer you in other ways, dear princess.” 

You hummed lightly in response. "So is this a deal?"

Bi-Han slightly tilted his head, trying to determine the cause of your excitement. “Does the idea of peace please you so much?”

“Yes,” you conveyed, reaching across the table and taking his hands in yours. The Grandmaster didn't shy away; you felt him relax from your touch. And as you decided to intertwine your fingers with his, they surprisingly fit perfectly. “We can be stronger this way, instead of fighting amongst each other. If we are unified, we can take on stronger outworld opponents.” 

When was the last time Bi-Han allowed someone to touch him so casually? He couldn't remember, and his reaction betrayed his inner thoughts. It only fueled you further, but you remained still, waiting, your thumb brushing his knuckles.

“You’re very passionate about this,” he finally said, his dark, apprehensive gaze focused on your delicate hands.

One thing you were good at reading was body language, and Bi-Han had one unlike any other. When you showed happiness or touched him, he was shocked and almost uncomfortable, but then he wasn’t. For some reason, he allowed your advances. His eyes told you what you needed to know—desire. 

What type was still unknown. But you would figure it out. You’d already gotten this far, and his compliance was easier to gain than you thought. A man rumored to be aggressive and stubborn was holding your hands and agreeing with you. He’d helped you even if it would be wise of him not to. 

It felt like fate. Some would call it a death wish, but you persevered.

“I’m passionate about many things, Grandmaster…” you replied, voice faint and alluring as your thumb ran over his knuckles again. “But yes, I have dreams of something better for myself and your people.” 

Something about how you touched him sent unfathomable jolts throughout his body. What was he supposed to do? The last thing he imagined was having a woman like you by his side. Yet, that was what he craved, despite all his training and how he was raised.

Your voice was soft and almost suggestive, but each word had meaning. Bi-Han knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands away from yours.

From his silence and hesitation, you studied him further. A battle was ongoing in his mind, betrayed by his lack of eye contact, which had been so obvious before. What you missed was that confidence. That drew you to him initially, not just the rumors, but seeing him in action. He was a warrior and a leader, and you knew he was missing a woman's touch.

“You do not have many moments of peace, do you?” you whispered, encouraging him to meet your eyes.

Bi-Han knew you were perceptive, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to read him so easily. His face betrayed no expression, but his eyes spoke volumes.

The Grandmaster swallowed harshly.

“No,” he replied in a low voice, his hands finally curling around yours. “Few and far between.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Bi-Han.” You frowned, this time genuinely. It saddened you to hear that someone as strong and powerful as him could also be suffering. 

Had anyone ever been gentle with him? Did he ever smile or feel even fleeting moments of happiness? 

“Let me help ease your stress.” 

He didn’t know how to react to your words. No one had spoken to him like this in a very long time.

“How could you help relieve my stress?” he asked, his voice taking on a strained edge.

“In whatever way you want,” you trailed off. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be for quite some time…” 

Bi-Han was silent, staring at you. He could feel the tension rising between you. Your words were seductive, a way to entice him. And to his own surprise, he couldn’t resist their power.

He could feel his self-control slowly slipping away; he could practically feel the alcohol rushing through his veins. The Grandmaster flexed his jaw, his eyes searching your face.

“And if I said I wanted you?”

“I know you do,” you replied with an all-knowing smirk, desire darkening in your eyes. What better way to soften a deal of peace than to have him all over your body? 

Leaning forward across the table, the hemline of your dress sagged down slightly to reveal your cleavage once again. You watched his eyes move with your body, entranced. 

“I haven’t had company in a long time… and I’m quite needy.” 

Bi-Han's gaze was fixated on your body, hungrily scanning every inch. He swallowed, feeling a strange heat rising in his chest. He hated losing control. He should be the one in control. He should be giving the orders.

But there was just something about you that entranced him, that made him act differently… kinder… softer.  All Bi-Han could do for a moment was close his eyes and exhale heavily. It took too much willpower to resist your temptation. And now that there was an invitation, all his fortifications crumbled. 

“Do you want me to satisfy your neediness, Princess?”

“Please,” you whispered honestly. 

Bi-Han opened his eyes, studying you carefully for any signs of deception. But no, he wasn’t wrong; it was clear that you wanted him badly. Your alluring voice and the look of desire in your eyes caused his blood to rush to the lower half of his body.

“Then come here. Sit on my lap,"  he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, but there was a demand. 

A sudden wave of heat tightened in your abdomen from his tone. For no other man were you so keen to submit to. 

With a lustful gleam in your sparkling, fox-like eyes, you stood up and walked around the table, heart pounding as you sat sideways in his lap. One of his hands immediately latched onto your waist to support you, pulling you closer with ease. He could hear you inhale sharply as he positioned you on his covered, hardening length. 

“Is this what you imagined, princess?” he asked, somewhat cockily, as if he recognized his advantage, not only over you physically in this moment, but also over the average man. Perhaps over any man you’d been with before. 

He wanted to be the best. And how quickly you nodded in response only fueled his ego more. 

Gently forcing you to still against him, one of his hands slid forward to feel the soft warmth of your inner thighs while the other crept teasingly slow up your waist, pausing just below your bra.

Biting down on your lip to suppress a moan, you leaned back into him, the sweetness of your perfume and the plushness of your curves engulfing him. 

He grunted, feeling his cock throb. “Are you this obedient for any man that comes along, princess?” 

“N-No…” you stuttered as his finger teasingly played with the wire of your bra, his hand cupping your covered breast, beginning to fondle you excruciatingly slow.

“Must have caught me at a bad time,” you whimpered as you felt his hot breath fan down your back. Bi-Hans’s free hand reached up and beckoned your hair over your shoulder, giving him access to your uncovered neck. 

“I wonder what a pretty girl like you is doing without a man to satisfy her desires,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and entirely consumed with lust. A need he'd been suppressing since the first time he heard your name. “Is that why you come here?” he asked. “You want men to look at you?”

“I…” you almost moaned from his teasing touch and tone alone. He knew what he was doing, nearly as payback… making you squirm like you had with him before. “I want to be satisfied,” you whined. “Only by a man like you.”

Bi-Han enjoyed the sound of your desperately pathetic whimpering. Having this power over you, having control over the clan leader’s daughter, drove him crazy. But it was more than that. He wanted to, almost feeling like he had to.

His hand continued to move, finding the edge of your panties. Pulling them back, the strand snapped against your skin when he released. “Then let me satisfy you, Princess.”

In public? Your cheeks flushed red, but your pussy pulsated with need in response to the fabric lifting off your neglected clit. 

“Grandmaster…” you whispered in warning. “We can’t do that here…” 

​Bi-Han chuckled at your weak attempt, warning against what he was about to do. He knew it was too risky, too dangerous. If someone saw you like this, it could ruin all diplomacy between your clans. 

But he didn’t care. 

His fingertips only danced lower, moving against your delicate lace panties.

“Are you telling me what I can and can’t do, Princess?”

Before you could answer, his thumb pressed into your clothed clit, causing you to curse weakly under your breath.

“S-Shit…” you stuttered as he began to run agonizingly slow circles against your sweetest spot. It has been so long since you’d been touched like this. It was too much, and you were still paranoid. What if someone saw the two of you? Then what? 

A part of you didn’t care, and a piece of you was turned on by the fact that the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would make love to you in front of a crowd, but you knew better than that. 

“A princess needs privacy…” You bit down on your lip to stifle a needy moan. “We can’t be seen doing this…” 

He knew you were trying to maintain some control, but he wouldn’t let you do that. “A smart princess would follow the Grandmaster’s command,” Bi-Han replied in a low, husky voice, lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your throat, placing a slow kiss there. So much pleasure was being derived from him at the sound of your whines alone.

“Please, Grandmaster,” you whimpered. “I want you so bad…” 

“Quiet, Y/N, and let me satisfy you here first.” It was the first time he’d used your name, but it barely crossed your mind before he pushed a finger inside your leaking cunt.

A moan attempted to leave your lips before his free hand clamped over your mouth. "Shh..." he cooed, kissing your neck and beckoning you in. Silenced, you melted against him. “I won't let anyone see you.”

Instinctively, your legs spread open wider. As you did so, he added another digit, which your cunt granted eagerly.

“Shit,” he muttered, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, able to feel how you clenched around him. “So needy from being so neglected.”

For a moment, all you could feel was him. The way he played with you was all you could focus on, and you were completely engulfed. You writhed against him, whimpering into his hand, wishing you could lament about how amazing he was making you feel, wishing you could beg for his cock. It was torture, but you knew you couldn't release.

Not yet... not here…

A sudden wave of euphoria panged hard in your abdomen, and you twitched against him, whining loudly.

You were so close, and he was greedy, but you managed to break free from the hedonistic trance. A weak attempt was made to pull his hand away, and Bi-Han obliged.

He almost protested, but you obviously couldn't handle much more. You stood up immediately and pulled down your dress.

"Follow me," you said, masking the need you craved to convey.

Reputation was important, but you also deserved satisfaction. Every once in a while, you could live a little. For once, you didn't care what your clan would think. And you were inclined to believe that Bi-Han agreed. Despite your desire to have sex with him, you knew you would get what you wanted from him regardless.

And right now, all you could think about was how he would feel inside you.

The Grandmaster rose from his chair hastily, lightly smacking your ass before pulling you closer to him. An erotic, surprised squeal etched from your lips, unheard by others under the blaring music. 

You were confident that nobody important would see you leave with Grandmaster Bi-Han, but you didn’t want to take any chances or give anyone leads.

Nobody else needed to know about a passionate and consensual night between two adults who happened to be leaders. Perhaps it was true of what your clan often said about you—that you were impossible to resist.

That was precisely what Bi-Han was thinking as you grasped his hand and pulled him through a secret back exit. Every rational part of him was screaming to resist and not trust or follow you, but he couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, he was just another man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to take you to bed.  

Despite his stoic demeanor, his mind was consumed by thoughts of what would come and what he planned to do to you. Bi-Han felt a strange desire for you growing within him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Once the two of you were outside, you turned around to look at him and released his hand. 

"I'm renting a room at the hotel," you rushed out. "You're welcome to come with me, or I will see you later."

Bi-Han’s dark gaze settled on you as the night air enveloped you. He was utterly entranced by the sight of you that he hardly heard what you said. You radiated beauty so heavenly in the moonlight that the last of his composure faltered.

In fact, he seemed frozen. And you gently set your hand on his chest, gazing up at him with a sudden concern about his lack of response. There was a primal undertone in his stare, one that you found hard to resist and ignore.

“Bi-Han?” you asked hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction.

But instead, he leaned down and took your lips in his.  

You tasted precisely as he imagined; it was so sweet, so temptingly submissive, and so his. A spark ignited within Bi-Han that he’d never felt before. An intensity, a reverence he knew could not be found elsewhere.

"Talk after," he mumbled against your lips, his hands finding your waist and holding you against him like you would escape too soon. His tongue slipped into your mouth, desperate for more, for whatever you would give him.

Giggling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly so you didn’t have to reach as far. 

Bi-Han groaned in the back of his throat at how eagerly you responded to him. He could feel the heat coming from your body, and he felt like he was going crazy with desire. 

Eventually, you pulled away after making out with him in the alleyway for what felt like hours.

His thumb glided over your swollen lip. His mouth parted as if to say something, but he was too lost in admiring you.

“Come with me,” you said gently, taking his hand and leading him down the alleyway. Once you reached the next block, you stopped and pointed. “I’m on the second floor. I’ll meet you at that window.” 

Bi-Han shook his head, releasing a light laugh. Your urgency was evident in your voice and demeanor. “I can do that, Princess.”

“Give me one minute,” you said, pulling out your room key and flashing it at him. “I would bring you through the front, but my father knows the staff.”

And then you turned around and headed toward the front entrance. Bi-Han observed you until you disappeared into the building, watching how your hips swayed, knowing blades were strapped underneath your dress. You flipped your hair over your shoulders, looking back at him briefly before the doors slid open. God, was he lucky to spend the night with you.

Bi-Han would make it worth your while. Quickly, he scanned the fire escape and calculated the swiftest way up. With a deep breath, he climbed the wall and found you already waiting by the window once he reached it.

Sliding it open, you stepped aside as he crawled through. Hardly a moment passed before he went for you, crashing his lips back onto yours.

Bi-Han lifted you into his arms, and you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. He easily supported your weight and reached back quickly to slam the window shut with a satisfactory thud.

Then, he smacked your ass as he groped you, lips curling against yours in a raffish smile.

"May I have you, now?" he mumbled against your lips, pulling away to gaze at your face to ensure you wanted this. A part of him still couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of trick or ploy. It was rare for a woman like yourself to hold so much power yet indulge in such a hedonistic way.

It excited him; it intrigued him. You were a woman who knew exactly what you wanted and needed. And you were unafraid to demand it of him. You deserved to be ravished, and you knew it.

All Bi-Han could think about was granting and exceeding your desires. He had fallen entirely under your spell.

A moment passed as you gazed into his dark, glossed-over eyes. "Show me why you're so deserving of your title," you dared, somehow knowing how to rile him even further, how to make him absolutely crumble underneath your touch, yet still wholly intent on your pleasure.

It made him break.

"You'll never think of another man again when I'm done with you, Y/N," he whispered as he lured you back to his lips.

The confidence in his words and the all-consuming taste of him caused you to shiver. And all you could manage was a satisfied whimper before he set you down on the bed.

Gazing up at him, you bit down on your lip. "Gentle," you cooed. It had been quite some time since you'd been with a man of his physique, let alone strength.

Of course, he would start out gently. But soon, he would have you begging for more.

Bi-Han lowered himself to his knees, watching you with lust-filled eyes as he first reached for your heels and slid them off with ease.

A hum of approval left you as he first kissed your ankles and moved up to your thighs, leaving light-peppered kisses that seared across your skin. As he rose further up you, his hands came to the back of your dress, and he pulled the zipper down.

"Bare yourself to me," he beseeched, hoping you would submit to him in turn.

His tone and the desperation in it made you still. Your eyelashes fluttered as he slowly slid your bra straps down your shoulders.

Your chest heaved as your breasts were revealed. Bi-Han swallowed hard as his eyes lingered, more than pleased at your endowment. Perfect—his for the night and eventually forever. That was what he was going to do. No other man deserved to see you like this. No other man would be able to enjoy your body like he was about to.

The Grandmaster couldn't wait, could hardly control himself as he leaned forward and attacked your breasts, leaning against you until you laid flat on the mattress.

"Don't rip it," you moaned, head tossing back as his tongue swirled around your nipple. In the next movement, your dress had been shimmed down your body and discarded to the floor. The dress would be fine, but as for your panties, he smirked against your skin before ripping them off you.

"Grandmaster!" you gasped, jolting briefly, legs spreading as he snaked between them, hovering over you.

"I can spoil you with something better."

Reaching forward, you fidgeted with his belt as he pulled his shirt off. He tossed it aside, and you were entranced by his contorting muscles, causing a rush of desire to pang in your abdomen again. By the elder gods, how badly you wanted to be dominated by him.

How sinful was this? Was it too indulgent?

As his cock sprang free, you hummed in approval, reaching out for it before you could stop yourself. Bi-Han had made you feel appreciated all night, and it was your turn to give him something unforgettable.

You knew that was what he wanted as your hand ran across the veins of his swollen shaft. His breath was sparse, and for a moment, he froze, only watching you, waiting, okay with letting you take the lead for a moment.

Leaning forward, you placed a kiss, beginning to tease him with tantalizingly slow pumps.

"So big..." you murmured, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, rolling your tongue over his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

"Too big for that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"Never," you whined through your exhale, hot breath searing down his shaft before your mouth covered him.

Instantly, his head tossed back as he groaned deeply, clearly relishing in the warmth of your mouth that enveloped his throbbing desire.

But it wasn't enough; nothing but your everything would be enough. Bi-Han watched you suck him, bobbing your head and trying to take all of him, eyes trained on yours as you brought him closer and closer like you weren't even trying.

Pumping the length you couldn't fit in your mouth, you moaned, batting your eyelashes, growing more desperate by the second.

"Y/N..." he groaned your name deeply as if in a trance.

If anything, he was wrapped around your finger. The Grandmaster knew you were his for the taking from the moment he glimpsed you. A perfect fit. And what he needed, what he craved, was your sloppy, desperate pussy. Watching you struggle against him was vivifying.

What wonders he would find when he was connected to you.

He shoved himself far and hard into your mouth, and you choked, pulling away in a gasp. Bi-Han was close and knew it, but he didn't want to risk it. The absence of your warmth pained him, and he was desperate to get it back.  

"Lay down," he commanded.

And you listened, perhaps too eagerly, but it was what you needed.

"Can't let another man have you," he grunted, hands continuing to worship your body, squeezing and groping in a perfect balance of domination and attentiveness. It was like Bi-Han was trying to make you fall in love with him. This somehow felt like a promise, a glimpse of a potential future.  

"Too perfect to let an unworthy man taint you," he added, leaning forward to gently take your lips with his. Your eyes widened, but you kissed him back, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself, the need for all of him panging deeper.

It was like he knew exactly what you wanted. What you craved.

“And do you think you’re worthy?” you asked, hardly above a whisper, eyes too filled with desire and anticipation to stop yourself, getting off on his words alone.

So selfish… so desperate and needy.

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei had already conquered you like he boasted he would, yet he was unable to take his eyes off you as he ran his hands across your waist again, positioning his cock at your entrance. Nothing mattered in this moment but you.  

“I know I am, Y/N…” he tried to say confidently but faltered as he ran his cock teasingly through your slick folds. “Let me satisfy you.”

Meeting his eyes again, you nodded slowly, heart pounding inside your chest. “Please…” you whispered. So flustered, so incredibly desperate for a cock you shouldn’t have. You were pathetic, but you didn't care.

Watching you beg, Bi-Han could only grant your wish.

A whimper of elation escaped your lips as he pushed himself inside you slowly, letting yourself sink against his throbbing cock, feeling the length stretch your walls until it was impossible to go further. Watching you struggle against him made him grunt with satisfaction. Your pussy felt too good, a prize he'd been pining over for months. The best he ever had and will only have from that night onward. 

“Feel good?”

"Y-yes, Grandmaster…ah!" you cry out again, back arching against the mattress as he continues to pump in and out of you greedily.

It was so good, like a drug, and now that Bi-Han had a taste, he could no longer go without you.

Your pussy was pulsing erratically, so wet and welcoming for him. What Bi-Han really wanted to do was fuck you senseless, claim each and every inch of your body. Teasing him all night, making him consent to deals that would benefit you more than him... what a vixen you were.

A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest as his pace increased, losing himself in your arms, lips ravishing your neck, wanting to cover you in him. To mark you, to claim you.  

Bottoming out, Bi-Han hoisted you farther up, and you compliantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He hummed in response as your walls squeezed his cock. A whimper escaped your mouth as your hands fell to your sides, hair fanning across the silk pillowcases. A fiery blush dusted your cheeks.

Angelic.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, staring down at you with a feral gleam in his dark eyes. 

It was hard to think about anything else as you tried to adjust to his length. He was huge, and you were already a stuttering mess.

"Y-You, Grandmaster,” you forced out, followed by a pathetic, needy whine. Hardly able to reply before he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it back in, burying himself deep inside your pussy, a groan of ecstasy leaving his lips at the way your walls coddled him so tightly, so perfectly, like you were made just for him. 

Moaning, you stared deeply into his eyes as he pounded into you over and over again, to the point where you swore you could see stars. Bi-han was huge, fucking you until your moans were mixing with his, the sound of your pussy squelching, taking him fully until he was balls deep, causing a devilish grin to spread across his face. 

He was consuming you, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he glimpsed your breasts bouncing wildly underneath him. You felt too good, heavenly, the best he'd ever had. 

"B-Bi-han!" you cried, hardly able to choke out his name in your euphoria, climbing higher and higher, your walls constricting, building. "I can't take it—ah—yes!" you choked out, unable to control yourself from the relentless pace, causing you to orgasm all over his unyielding cock.

He smirked, satisfied at how quickly he could make you unravel. "Look at you, Princess, loving the way my cock splits you open," he groaned, not slowing his pace or relenting, helping you ride out your high before he was going to throw you into another body-shaking orgasm. 

"More...." you sobbed, tears clouding your vision, the sound of his skin slapping against your now-drenched pussy causing blood to pound louder in your ears. You could barely breathe, completely cock drunk and fucked-out. 

"This is what you wanted the whole time, huh?" Bi-Han teased, barely, feeling himself lose control as he glimpsed the look of intoxication on your face. "What a harlot you are, princess."

His sensuality was music to your ears, and all you could do was moan, nodding with parted lips, body rocking back and forth against his relentless pace. 

Your beauty enraptured the Grandmaster. How well and eager you took his length, how your nails scratched down his back, only edging him on further. "M'gonna breed your pretty little pussy, gonna make you mine..."

"Please, Bi-Han," you whimpered, grasping onto his arms that caged you underneath him for support. You were unraveling in his grip, and he couldn't be more satisfied. "S-so much..." 

"Take it," he groaned an order, ramming into you over and over again. Your back arched against the bed as the Grandmaster hoisted your legs up higher around his waist, your ass cupped in both of his hands, thrusting right into your already inflamed g-spot.  

All you could feel was him; all you could think about was him. Opening your eyes, you saw his eyes narrowed, determination in his expression. He looked so handsome above you, focused on ruining your body for his pleasure. He was finally all yours. And the memory of it caused the pressure in your abdomen to tighten once again. 

“Fuck-oh-Bi-han!” Another cry was loudly called into the night, as you came again. It was hard. Violent. Bi-Han watched as your entire body shuddered, your legs trembling as you squirted against him.

At your quick and vocal release, Bi-han found himself unable to breathe, unable to even mutter a word as he plunged into euphoria, releasing his load into your sanctified cunt just seconds after you finished for the second time. 

It felt too good, it felt like heaven. You must have put a spell on him, for he realized there was no other way to feel so... enraptured. These emotions, this feeling, having you in his arms...

You were so pretty for him, so angelic. You were the type of woman men went to war for.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, so needily that his desperate tone only elongated your orgasm.

Your legs dropped from his waist, but he remained inside of you, his hands still gripping your waist.

"That was..." you trailed off, chest rising and falling in deep, recolecting breaths. Your body and mind were on fire, still trying to reconcile what had happened.

Amazing. Bi-Han wanted to say, but all he could do was sink farther into you, hands massaging up your sides before pressing a kiss against your forehead.

As he pulled back, you gazed up at the Grandmaster with rapture in your eyes, satisfaction pulling at your lips. When he pulled out, his load started to leak from your core. 

He simpered, admiring how beautiful you were like this, a smile on your face, skin glistening with sweat, his cum painting your pussy alabaster. 

And finally, he spoke. "How beautiful you are."

For the first time in a long time, he was satisfied. Having you like this, a princess who submitted to no one, relieved his stress, it made him optimistic for the future. His prize, his greatest conquest.

It wasn't just your reputation or what you'd just given him. Deep in his heart, he knew it was more than that, even if he struggled to clarify precisely what.

The understanding that rang true in his mind, was that if you were by his side, the two of you would be unstoppable. And perhaps he was lovestruck enough to ensure that happened.

The same epiphany coursed through your body.

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When the sunlight peeked through the single window in your hotel room, you groaned in displeasure.

Your muscles were sore, your hair was a mess, and your head was aching from the remnants of last night. But at least the bed was cozy, so soft that you didn't want to reach for the glass of water beside you. You wanted to fall back asleep, forget your duties for one more day, and pretend your entire clan didn't depend on you.

A heavy, warm, and muscular body stirred beside you.

“Grandmaster?” you gasped, immediately shooting up from the bed and disregarding your previous thought. You hadn’t expected him to stay the night.

A sleepy, content smile etched across his face before he opened his eyes. Clearly, he found your reaction amusing. "Princess."

“Why didn't you leave?” you questioned, gesturing your hands out exasperatedly, though your urgency landed on deaf ears. You were still naked, after all, and it was a sight for him to see the first thing in the morning. "What if others see?"

Bi-Han wanted to get used to it.

“Let them.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, tone slightly sharper than before. "You don't get it; unless there's rumors of an engagement we cannot be seen together-"

"Do you want to marry me?" he interrupted, rising from the bed, the sheets sliding down his broad chest, making you fall silent. God, you were no better than a simple man when gazing at Bi-Han. Your thoughts seemed to wander, your control slipped, and your intent would falter. It was irritating how much power the Grandmaster had over you.

In turn, he was also irritated that you assumed he wouldn't understand your position and intentionally disrespect it. "Or did last night not mean anything to you?"

"Of course it did," you replied, crossing your arms over your breasts. "But we cannot be hasty in our decisions. Last night was fun, but my proposal was serious. If your intentions are elsewhere, I cannot be seen leaving with you."

How stubborn you were. But also smart. Bi-Han must not have shown you how serious he was about making you his. You didn't just want to submit to him without him doing the same in turn.

"My intentions are with you," he replied. For no one else would he be this honest, so open and irrecoverably entranced. Could you not see that he was trying? It was harder to admit than he would have thought. His life had been harsh and cruel; there was no gentleness or compromise. But you gave him a taste of something better, something he always wanted but thought he would never get. What he'd assumed would be a death wish, had now turned into a hopeful promise.

Bi-Han didn't care if it was too soon, hasty, or foolish. He wanted you by his side as his equal.

You analyzed him carefully, realizing he wasn't one for much expression. But it was in a slight way that his eyes softened as he glanced back at you. It was as if he meant everything he said, as if he was offended you were cautious.

“I will send a marriage proposal to your father by tomorrow.”

Surprised, your eyes widened. "Marriage?" But a faint pink dust darkened your cheeks, like you were hoping for him to agree to that alternative.

"I don't like to share," he huffed. To hell with all the formalities. What you'd proposed initially was precisely what he wanted and needed.

You chuckled softly, sitting back down on the bed beside him. A moment passed when you just stared at him in comfortable silence, taking his features in entirely for a second time. It was unforeseen that someone as cautious and headstrong as you, a respected and fawned-over warrior princess, would align yourself with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

But you liked to keep your enemies on their toes.

"Do you trust me?" you asked, knowing you were asking a lot. But if you were to also pledge your loyalty to him in the future, you needed to know if that potential was there. That mattered most. "You really want me to be your wife?"

Bi-Han's expression hardened, trying to suppress the embarrassment that threatened to be revealed without breaking your gaze. His eyes exposed what he struggled to say aloud. "For some reason," he managed to whisper.

A giggle escaped you as you tilted your head. "We'll work on that."

Reaching out, Bi-Han tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't fully see your face or sparkling, beautiful eyes. The back of his hand trailed down your cheek as he appreciated your features, a stunningly ravishing woman who deserved whatever she pleased.

And if you wanted him, the Grandmaster would accept that blessing.

"For you, I'll try," he said before leaning in to capture your lips.

Sighing blissfully, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you back to the mattress, lips tethered to yours, bodies melting back together in their rightful place.

That morning was filled with a slow, appreciative passion, unlike anything you had experienced before. A promise, a unity, a vow.

One that soon came true and remained until your dying breath.

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hey!! I was wondering, do you write for mortal kombat? If so, which characters (or games)?

I was reading your masterlist and since I really couldn't find any info about it, just decided to ask ya! do you take requests for mk characters?

love your writing <3

tysm!! ^^ and yes i do and am taking requests, i just started writing for mk so i only have that one drabble. ive got a few one shots for bi-han, kuai liang and raiden that im editing!! as for who i write for id say any of the main men from mk1 and mk 11 but mostly mk1 <3

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sigh i feel like i need to be bullied to finish editing the 5 one shots sitting in my queue 😭😭

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she looks like the real thing

first angst drabble in a long time kinda nervous. kinda going thru it rn, dont careeee if its accurate. imagine if someone loved you this deeply LOL. requests open for mk.

wc: 800ish

After years of dealing with the pain of your loss, there was another version of you standing in front of him. 

Your beautiful smile and the warmth behind it were things Kuai Liang missed daily. Everything about you drew him in. As it did before and would always, for its entirety.

And finally, he could glimpse you again. 

That would have to be enough. 

"Kuai," you called his name, hesitantly. Now that the battle was over, there was a moment to breathe. But just as soon as you could talk to him, you would have to leave. 

He turned, looking at you over his shoulder. This version of you wore your hair differently, and your outfits were not as colorful, but your beauty remained. Your voice sounded the same, and so were your mannerisms as you approached him. 

This Kuai did not have the same kindness in his eyes as yours did, and you could sense the reason why. Pain, loss, and loneliness were in his movements and expressions, especially when he gazed at you as if you were a ghost. 

In this universe, you were long dead. That was what Liu Kang told you once he recruited you. The thought frightened you, but you provided your aid to prevent further destruction to all timelines. 

"Don't blame yourself," you whispered to him. Of course, he was, that much you knew. "In every universe, I choose you, no matter the outcome." 

Though reassuring, it still stung. He wouldn't be so lucky to live with you like he was meant to. "I miss you every single day," he admitted. "Sometimes it's too much to take." 

"You're a strong man, Kuai Liang. You'll get through it." 

"You were my strength," he whispered, eyes squeezing shut as you reached out and touched his cheek. He leaned into you somewhat desperately. "It's not fair…" 

"I know." Your eyes glossed over as you gazed at him, so lost and broken, still yearning for you, your touch, and the sound of your voice. Even in your untimely death, all he wanted was you. But he would get over it, as he was meant to. Maybe, just maybe, hearing you say it could comfort him.

"Do not deny yourself a different path and a different love," you whispered, almost choking it out. You shouldn't cry, and you know it. But by the elder gods, he was still the man you loved, so similar, yet so different.

"I'll try." Kuai Liang forced a smile.

And finally, the space behind you began to shift, and the temple beneath your feet began to rumble. You stumbled and regained your composure, meeting his eyes for the last time.

Despite it all, he was desperate to glimpse you for as long as he could, until the last moment.

"We were good together, weren't we?" you asked, flashing him a pained smile, feeling the heat intensify behind you, signaling that your time was almost up.

"The best," he replied, wishing he could pull you into his arms and keep you by his side. But he knew himself and how badly that would end.

"I know your Y/N loved you with all her heart," you whispered, just as the light of your universe flashed to life behind you. Yet you stayed in place, watching as tears began to slip from his eyes.

Frowning, you quickly moved to wipe them away, your eyes glossing over as you stared at him. One touch against his cheeks was enough for him.

"Thank you for loving her back,” you whispered.

He didn't have the heart to admit that your shrine didn't go a single day without a fresh bouquet of flowers. In every battle he managed to survive, he would retreat to your grave and just lay there, wishing you could hold him in your arms again. 

Kuai Liang wondered if he would ever get over you. 

What brought him reassurance and a moment of peace was the knowledge that you were alive and well somewhere out there, and in every universe, the two of you would be together. 

If he couldn't protect you in this lifetime, at least he could in another. Something real, something rare. A bond that was written in the stars and could never fade.

A pull that could not be explained through anything else but destiny.

The way you looked at him, refusing to break eye contact even as the portal glimmered behind you, pulling you in a tether back to your Kuai Liang.

Then, your warmth was gone.

"Goodbye, my love," his voice was soft, with a hint of nostalgia. It was a reflection of the past, of the time you shared—moments that were irreplaceable and unforgettable. But he understood your intentions, and a piece of him felt relieved.

There was hope, even if it was just a spark, a flash, a sliver.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to move on.

That was what you wanted, wasn't it?

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

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tysm!! <3 this is a mix of my fics and one shots

1. obviously suffocation, my gojo fanfic is my fav mwahahaha

2. valkyrie, hawks and dabi fanfic GIRLLLL ive been writing it forever and its almost done ><

3. lowkey my miguel o’hara fic that i didn’t finish it was sooo good i just had too much on my plate to expand on the ideas

4. jealous, iwaizumi x reader one shot i loved that one i need to pop off like that again

5. the bi-han and kuai liang one im writing now (there’s actually multiple) and it’s straight angst smut and everything in between & i can’t wait to finish it ^^

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promise i’m coming out with one shots and chapters soon i got a ps5 and have been gaming HARD 😭💔

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i lowkey need him so bad and i WILL be writing a fanfic soon

BI-HAN/SUB-ZERO MORTAL KOMBAT 1: KHAOS REIGNS (2024) dev. NetherRealm Studios

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hi! i was just wondering how you’re able to get colored text ❤︎

i use color text gradient from this website—patorjk.com :) after you generate copy the html and paste in html editor on here, not the regular rich text and it should show up ^^

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Under The Same Name: Gojo Satoru x Reader

a/n: IM BACK FINALLY. sorry for the hiatus but its finally semi edited... here's the long-awaited smut. i hope its satisfactory I'm a bit rusty I wont lie:( thank you so much for the support regardless^^ I hope you enjoy<3 

chapter 10 of Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader but can be read as stand-alone!

warnings: shameless romantic smut

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Would it have ever been possible for you to predict this moment? If given the chance, even a few weeks sooner, would you have loved Gojo Satoru as much as you did now?

Your heart screamed yes. Not just once, but repeatedly. And that was the only confirmation you needed. All you wanted to think about was the feeling of Gojo’s body against yours. The tranquility you felt laying beside him, satisfied to know all your worries fled from his presence alone. His touch, his taste, his love.

It was clear now that Gojo did not only love you, but he understood you. Every part of you—the good and the bad. Your flaws and your strengths. But even your flaws seemed only as intolerable as your weakest, most timid kisses that always left him wanting more. With every breath, he craved you near. And you also understood him, possibly the only person that did. It was a deep and unique, unconditional type of love that he’d been searching for his entire life.

You were always leaving him wanting more. But no, not this time. Neither of you needed convincing. It was perfect. This moment was. And now Gojo finally had you truly and utterly alone. In his apartment, leading you to his bed. It was feverish, so passionate and ardent. A gift from the gods, the ancestors, or whoever was gazing upon the two of you.

All that could be heard were soft whines and moans, zippers sliding open and clothes being torn off. A new sense of urgency settled in your being the second you saw Gojo's soul, and you needed him badly. All of him, everything, and more. There was no need to waste any more time.

Gripping his shirt tightly in your fist, you helped Gojo tug it over his head as you kissed him, only breaking apart momentarily to get rid of the fabric. Even though you’d already seen him bare, the sight of his sculpted muscles always seemed to take your breath away. Your eyes grazed over the perfect knoll of his biceps, his muscular forearms, and the blue veins that subtly contrasted through his snow-white skin.

Despite his power, the way he held you unraveled your entire being. There was no need to classify it as submission; you willingly shared yourself, body, and soul with the strongest sorcerer of the modern day. A man who had done everything to protect you and would continue to do so until the day he took his dying breath.

You were crazed, whimpering into each kiss, desperate for more, yearning for his contact and love.

“Are you sure?” Gojo mumbled against your lips, leaning down over you with care, unable to restrain himself from fondling your still-clothed breasts. He’d made what he wanted clear, and your entire being agreed.

“Please.” You let out a breathy response, his touch on your chest causing you to inhale sharply. “I need you.”

“Promise me you’re not hurt-“ he rushed out into the crook of your neck, trying to resist your desperate advances, even if his were the same, sucking on your neck as if he would never be able to again.

“I promise!” you whined. “You came just in time.”

“You would have been just fine without me.” His breath fanned down your neck, his fingers curling under your shirt, where he slowly beckoned you to raise your arms above your head.

“No,” you whimpered. “You give me strength.”

For a second, Gojo paused with your shirt in his hands, so awestruck by your words. It was as if you knew every part of him, exactly what he needed to hear before he even thought about it. Even though you had seen his soul, a part of him knew you were still holding back.

You also wanted to hear those sweet words of affirmation; you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, realizing such a blessing within the moment you met but knowing how ludicrous it could be.

With you, Gojo didn't need to be the strongest. He could finally surrender his soul with an equal, knowing you would be there to satisfy his undying craving. You were his blessing and his weakness, able to satiate the hunger inside of him—an oasis in the middle of the desert.

“And you are the woman who owns my heart," he responded mirthfully, tossing your shirt to the floor behind him.

Flustered, you began to pull away, but Gojo chased your lips with his and devoured you once again.

With a hunger that seared your skin, Gojo ravished your neck with fervent kisses, trailing down your collarbone with his tongue and back up to your jawline. “Please let me have you,” he mumbled against the supple skin of your neck, almost causing you to lose all control.

“I-I’m yours…” you whispered, trying to blindly follow his lips until they united with yours. That kiss was the deepest you’d ever felt, so deep that he led you onto your back, snaking his way in between your knees until they instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Promise?” Gojo faltered even as he slid your panties down your leg, acting as if you still hadn’t given him confirmation, as if you hadn't already been in a position like this for him, so eager and begging. Even looking at your bare legs, a glimpse of your panties, was sending him into a spiral.

For a second, you did wonder if what you were doing was right, if it was too fast or rash, but every fiber of your being absolutely rebelled against it. Your soul craved him—it needed him. Few people on this earth would ever be able to understand the power of soul-binding… but you did. The second you glimpsed his face, you knew. Gojo’s touch ignited a fire within you like no other. Just the action of him undressing you, so teasingly slow, was enough to make you squirm with desire.

“I promise,” you whimpered, teary-eyed, desperate, eager—completely and utterly his. Gojo looked so handsome between your legs, desperate to ravish you, to claim you as his. Almost in a trance, he pressed his finger against your sopping clit. Your yearning for him panged so harshly that it came in a sudden wave from your stomach to your core—etching a gasp from your lips from one touch alone.

“Gonna come for me again like last time?” he whispered before pressing a tender kiss on your inner thigh, his forearms curling around your waist to drag you to the edge of the bed. It seemed like he was in a trance as his blue eyes studied your intimacy, desperate to worship this moment, to worship you and your body, unlike any man before him.

Looking up at you through heavy-lidded, lustful eyes, Gojo’s tongue finally lapped against your slit before you could manage a reply.

A groan of satisfaction vibrated against your core, as Gojo’s white eyelashes fluttered in approval. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles of his tongue edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure.

“Fuckkkk…” Gojo drawled, feeling your clit quiver against his movements. And when he tore his eyes away from it to glimpse your face, he was satisfied. Deep down, he would have been satisfied with a kiss, but both of you needed and deserved this.

How heavenly you were, splayed across his bed for him, just like the way you were in his dreams, when he would spend all night longing for your calming presence, fantasizing until he worked himself into an orgasm.

Gaining some confidence, feeling himself coming undone from just watching you unravel against him, he pushed a finger inside you.

“S-Satoru…” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart, desperate to see his face and that damned smirk he couldn't get rid of.

“Feel good princess?” he teased in a whisper, inserting another finger, surprised at how eager you were for more. “I wanna hear you sing for me.”

“S-stop teasing me!” you moaned, trying to roll your eyes until they fell into the back of your head. You whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock twitch just from the sight of you, from tasting you again.

You were so expressive and responsive, grasping at his locks and pushing his face flush against you. The looks of an angel with an intoxicating glow that only drew him in farther, deeper. The strongest sorcerer couldn’t help but think he would throw everything away just to worship and have you.

After your first orgasm, you were already seeing stars. Just as Gojo wanted, and he couldn't help but smirk before leaning over you to capture your lips with his, stifling your moans so only he could hear. His name upon your lips, begging for more and all of him.

You were enrapturing, so perfect and pretty. It was all for him, something he could have never predicted or thought he deserved. Yes, he was skilled, and yes, he was the strongest, but you were the only person to ever make him feel alive. When he said he loved you, he meant it.

And you tasted too good, like candy, like heaven. He was going to ravish you.

As you came down from your high, Gojo started to gently play with your clit again until your hand reached out and grasped his wrist. “Please…” you pleaded with wanton eyes. “Need you now.”

For once in his life, Gojo Satoru was unable to resist. You were the only woman that could tell him what to do. And quickly, he listened, shedding his underwear off to obey your command, hovering over you with a careful intensity.

You reached up to cup his jawline, beckoning him down to your lips. When he met your kiss, a moan of anticipation softly graced his ears.

And finally, Gojo allowed himself to nestle his thick cock where it was desperate to go, where it needed to go. He could barely get the tip in, you felt too good. It was better than he could have ever imagined.

“Satoru! Ahhh….” You threw your head back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes momentarily, only feeling, touching, and relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.

“S-so big,” you whimpered, arms constricting around his neck, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely.

Gojo sank into you until it was painful, until you were full of his twitching cock.

“I love you, Satoru,” you whimpered.

Euphoria was what you sought and was what was promised in loving Gojo Satoru. That was what you saw when you looked into his eyes, not just at this moment but with every promise for the future.

“Y/N…” he whined with need, trying his best to wait even if it was excruciating. “I love you more.”

You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further. He kissed you over and over again, his breathing strained with desperation. “Feel me baby, wanna make you feel good.”

“M-more…” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Gojo ravished you, pulling himself all the way out before slamming back inside you.

“Ah!” you cried out, legs curling around his hips, guiding him to the perfect angle. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.

The bed began to shake with how violent his pumps became.

"Fuck Y/N, you're taking me so well." Gojo complimented in a strained voice. He was vocally dirty, a far contrast from his usual demeanor and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt. All you managed to sound between erratic moans was breathless praise, only wanting to feel him.

“Shit…” Gojo groaned. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, been needing this. I love this, fuck.”

“Feels so good Satoru–” you managed to choke out, your body jolting against him as you gazed into his eyes, pressing your lips against his before another moan escaped you.

“You’re perfect,” he grunted, biting down on his lip to stop another lovesick moan from escaping him.

You were magnificent, and Gojo couldn’t get enough. Having you like this was almost too much, and he was trying to control himself. Your sweet words, and your moans of approval—only riled him up more. And you were just so damn beautiful.

He needed you like this, taking all of him so eagerly, with desperation in your tone, cupping his face to keep him looking at you and how he was entering you, a pussy reserved for him and his offspring.

Thrust after thrust, both of you began to reach a high you’d never felt before. Gojo needed you in every position, on every surface, till the sun peaked above the horizon. Your pussy was like a drug, and there was no possible way he could ever get enough.

Securely wrapping his arms around you, Gojo moved you onto his lap, desperate to have you bounce on his cock. He needed it like he needed air, the notion of you coming undone in his embrace, in his arms.

As you straddled him, Gojo reached up and traced the line of your new scar between your breasts. Just touching it made him shudder, and he felt the power, the spell bound to you. It wasn't just a part of you; it was also a part of him.

His touch made you feel more alive than ever before.

“Please–” he couldn’t finish his question before your hips started to rock against him, cock still buried deep inside you. Your warmth engulfed him, and all he could do was run his hands down your ass before giving it an appreciative squeeze, etching a faint squeal from your mouth.

He helped guide your movements, but you did most of the work, bouncing on top of him as you held his shoulders, letting him suck on your breasts every time he stifled a moan. That was until he couldn’t anymore.

Gojo’s breathless moans warmed the crook of your neck as he continued to pound up into you, utterly pussy drunk. “Fuck, please me mine-“ he whimpered. “Be mine, be my girlfriend-“

You whimpered in response, nails scratching down his back as your abdomen tightened, not only by his words but by his calculated thrusts, wholly focused on pleasing you despite his own desperation for release.

“Girlfriend doesn’t seem like enough, fuck—you’re my wife,” he groaned, nails digging into the plush of your ass. “I love you.” His whines sounded above the slapping of your skin against his. “Your beautiful pussy is just a bonus.”

You tried to respond, almost unable to string a coherent sentence together from how perfectly he filled you up. “S-satoru!” you cried, back arching against nothing but his forearms, feeling yourself falling apart at how eagerly your pussy took his massive length. “G-gonna cum!”

“Can I be yours too?” he moaned, thrusting faster, deeper, harder. His hand reached to grip the headboard as it banged against the wall. “Please let me be yours-“ he begged, panting, his control wavering as he locked eyes with you to glimpse euphoria.

“You are-” you tried your best to respond before your loudest cry yet echoed into the night, and you released yourself upon him, experiencing the most violent, leg-shaking orgasm of your entire life. Your body racked with tremors, and you suddenly became crazed for more, moaning over and over again as you swayed your lips, using his throbbing warm, and eager cock to ride out your orgasm and into another one.

“Want more Satoru, need you to fill me up, please!” Your pleas were like music to his ears. You were so sexy, but that compliment didn’t feel like enough; you were undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, and he was blessed with the opportunity to fuck you like he was. How did he get so lucky?

“Fuck yeah… fuck princess I’m gonna-” he sounded breathless, hips stuttering against you before he let go, pouring a thick load of cum inside of you. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” he babbled, twitching inside you so violently you could feel it, unable to pull himself out by how greedy your pussy throbbed, how your legs tightened around his waist and pulled him even closer.

His eyes squeezed shut, trying to control himself and his power, so desperate to experience this high that his hands curled around the headboard’s frame–

Snap!

Splinters of wood rained down beside you. The sound was loud, but you didn’t care; it felt too good, and once the rush rippled throughout your entire body, you finally tore your gaze away from Gojo’s to glimpse your surroundings.

He had crushed the headboard in a single-handed grip. Still panting, you laughed through your exhales. Gojo flashed a tired, sheepish smile in return, leaning his head back to rest against the cracked wood. Closing his eyes, he calmed his beating heart, cock still warming inside you. His throat bobbed as he attempted to steady his breathing and think of something to say.

The next minute was spent staring at him with heavy eyes as you caught your breath, reveling in what had unfolded—what you’d been yearning for since you met him.

And the white-haired sorcerer had vastly exceeded your expectations. Just having him panting underneath you was enough to turn you on all over again. You shifted slightly, beginning to pull yourself off him but realizing he was still rock hard.

Your gasp caused him to lazily open his eyes, his lips parting to release a whimper at how plush your pussy felt in this sensitive state, how it was drawing him back in.

Suddenly, it felt like he would die if you left him like this. If you took your warmness away. You were addicting, and Gojo only asked for more of your love. He still had so much more to give in return to prove himself worthy.

As he stared up at your flustered expression, he couldn’t help but flash a lopsided grin. How beautiful you were in all of your unfiltered glory.

“Pretty girl…” he whispered with admiration, his hands sliding from your thighs to your ass, hinting how he wanted to take control if you'd let him. “I’m not done yet,” Gojo tried to say confidently, though it came out more desperate and needy.

“Satoru…” you whimpered as he began to rock incredibly slowly into your fluttering pussy, guiding you up and down with his large hands, letting you feel the entirety of him all over again. So deep inside you, kissing all of the right spots without effort. “But… But you broke the headboard…”

“I’ll fix it later,” he chuckled in a strained voice as you matched his rhythm. “J-just feel me princess.” he murmured against your skin.

Nodding furiously, you reached out and brought Gojo’s face between your breasts, holding onto him as his pace quickened. “Anything for you, my love~” you whimpered into his ear, arms circling around his head.

It drove him crazy. This was perfect, you were perfect, and Gojo realized then and there that he would do anything for you.

That night, Gojo Satoru ravished you four separate times. Up until the early morning, when he physically couldn't orgasm again, when he was drenched in sweat and beginning to feel cramps in his thighs. His room was a mess, his bed frame and headboard broken. You, in turn, had remnants of makeup smudged on your cheeks, and baby hairs sticking to your damp forehead. Your legs were shaking, so sore and fucked out completely that Gojo thought it would be best to carry you to the bathroom. Dark hickeys littered your neck and chest, and you knew covering up the next day would be a pain. But you were happy. Your heart was whole.

After cleaning you up, Gojo took your hand and led you onto his private balcony.

It was just before sunrise, as you and Gojo cuddled against each other on the surprisingly spacious sofa. The stars were so beautiful in the middle of the night. The temperature was perfect, and the crickets sang a harmonious mating call in the distance, gathering at the edge of the ponds sheltered among the foliage lines.

It was ironic that you had promised never to sleep on the couch with him again, yet there you were beside him, tucked under a blanket and nuzzling his neck for the comfort of his cologne.

Content with the proximity, Gojo tilted his head and kissed your forehead, his eyes glancing between you and the clear night sky. Despite the stress, responsibilities, and chaos that had occurred that day, he felt blessed to share this moment with you.

The same appreciativeness settled within your own soul. Deep in your heart, a part of you knew this was Mother Nature herself smiling down upon you. It was a gift, a glimpse of the better part of your future. Nothing else mattered right now, only him and his comfort.

“I’m going to be so tired tomorrow,” you complained absentmindedly, already drifting off to sleep from the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“It’s a good thing we have the day off tomorrow then,” Gojo chuckled softly.

Surprised, you lifted your head off his chest. “Really?”

“You earned it.”

Satisfied with the simplistic answer, you hummed in approval before curling back into him. Gently, he ran his fingers through your hair until your breathing became light and sparse, and your body was utterly relaxed against his own.

A smile spread across his face as Gojo watched you sleep in the darkness. Since you’d graced him with your presence, his smiles seemed never-ending. For you, there would always be one. For you, he would remain the strongest. No matter what it took. Whatever you wanted, he would provide.

Finally, there was something for him to live for, not for everyone else, not for the sake of the world and its balance. But selfishly and irrevocably his.

The pressure of outside forces seemed lighter by your side. Everything seemed possible as long as you were the one standing beside him. The promise of you and your love was what kept him sane through it all. He was no longer alone. You were his answer and his purpose.

The brightness of a future with you was so close—he’d seen it in your eyes and in the lines of your prophecy.

All Gojo needed to do was solve it, trust you, and guide you through its unfairness.

And then, possibly, what the two of you yearned for would become a reality.

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your johnny cage art rules 😭🫶 love ur style sm!!

Omg thanks a lot! Here I have an early sketch of a new outfit that I abandoned for some reason. Hope you like it :P

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happy birthday to my glorious blue eyed prince ^^ <3

Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am the Honored One. Happy Birthday, Gojo Satoru!

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Fine Line: Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: friends to lovers, gojo is in love with the campus doctor, and can't hide it any longer. lovesick gojo is my favvveee<3 wc: 4.4k warnings: fluff then SMUT ^^

Once again, Gojo was in your office in the middle of the night.

"What time is it?" you asked, borderline scolded, but refrained from rolling your eyes. After every mission, he would make an excuse to find his way onto your hospital bed. And every single time, he had nothing more than minor scrapes and bruises but would always insist you look over him "just in case."

"Late, I know." He looked somewhat guilty.

"Was this curse too strong for the students again?" you teased, reaching for your gloves but not bothering to put them on. One glance at Gojo, and you knew. You just knew he was there for a different reason. The white-haired sorcerer wasn't physically hurt. He rarely ever was. But now, his excuses to see you were becoming apparent to you and others.

"You could say that." He shook his head, forcing himself to release a chuckle. He was about to cross a very fine line, one that was established the day he met you. But he was only a man, and he needed to at least try and quell the need he felt for you.

It was internal, and Gojo felt like you were one of the only people who truly saw him and took the time to listen to him. After all these years of admiring you in silence, he still couldn't come clean with it. Every time he visited you, his heart twisted with an unquenchable yearning, feeling betrayed and played by fate. He was lost in a sea of emotions, unable to make sense of it all. Despite the turmoil of his everyday life, despite the responsibility that weighed on his shoulders, he found solace in your presence. 

Would it ever go away?

You were like a beacon in the darkness of his world. Your smile illuminated the space, radiating warmth and energy that seemed to chase away the shadows that clouded his mind. Despite having the attention of any woman he could dream of, he could not tear his gaze away from you. Why couldn't he leave you alone? Why couldn't he get you out of his head?

"Y/N, look at me," he called out softly, his voice warm and inviting. It was a desperate plea to draw your attention away from your surroundings and towards the turmoil that raged within his soul.

Catching the seriousness of his tone, you froze, setting down your prep materials. Your eyes carefully rose to meet his, and you almost gasped. Gojo, the strongest man you knew, was on the verge of tears.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, almost getting lost in the blue of his glistening eyes. It had always been hard for you to hold his gaze for long, as the intensity of his stare made you flustered. You often wondered if he looked at anyone else like this, talked to them like this, touched them like he had you.

Breath catching in his throat, Gojo saw the subtle hint of concern on your face—it was endearing. You seemed so beautiful and so caring, and it only added to his feeling of helplessness. 

Gently, he grasped your hand and placed it over his heart, letting you feel the rapid beat that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"I'm fine," he said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in his usually confident tone. "But can you do something for me?"

“W-what?” you asked, feeling his heartbeat, which was definitely faster than usual. The fabric of his shirt bunched between your fingertips. 

Gojo continued to hold your gaze; his grip on your hand was gentle but firm. 

"Can you... just sit with me for a moment? I need your company right now," he said, slightly hoarse. “I don’t wanna leave here again without saying what I really feel…” 

“Oh, okay.” You blinked, eyebrows creased as you joined him on the hospital bed. 

Your professionalism vanished as you noticed the glassy forlornness in his beautiful blue eyes. Sitting next to him, you leaned into his embrace. 

After a moment of silence, you asked, “Did something happen?” Your finger traced the outside of his palm to try to soothe him further. God… his hands were so soft despite how large and powerful they were.

Gojo let out a deep breath as he felt you lean against him, the weight of your body against his. It was perfect. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the comfort your presence provided. He opened his eyes again at your question and looked down at your joined hands. Friends didn’t touch each other like this, right? 

"It's...complicated," he said, his voice quiet after a moment. "I just... need a distraction from my thoughts right now. Your company is enough."

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips at your comfort, one that sent a jolt of electricity through him. You had always been enough, and he had always loved you. Now, it was just impossible to ignore.

“Talking about it can be the best cure and distraction,” you whispered, faintly smiling back at him. “You know you can tell me anything, Satoru, I will never think of you differently.”

Those simple words from your lips were like a balm to his wounded soul. Gojo felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection filling his chest.

"You're too kind," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with emotion. "But this...this could change everything between us."

He raised his free hand and gently brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed blissfully in response. Just the faintest touch from him flustered you. It was so tender, and you wanted more. You always savored any physical moment you had with him. God, you were so infatuated with him, and he didn't even know it.

Gojo's eyes followed the path his finger traced across your cheek, and he couldn't help but notice your reaction. He felt a pang in his chest as he saw the way your body responded to his touch, practically melting against him. Was there a chance you felt the same?

"You're blushing," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. He let his hand linger on your cheek, his thumb tracing small circles almost absentmindedly.

"How can I not when you touch me like this?" you responded breathlessly, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

Gojo's heart skipped a beat at your words, your sudden drunken response sending a shiver down his spine. He hadn't meant to affect you so much, but the sight of you so needy was an incredible feeling.

"I can't help it," he murmured, his thumb starting to trace the line of your jaw. "Your reactions are just too cute."

You felt like your heart was about to burst. He always looked so handsome, and you felt like an infatuated schoolgirl whenever he was around, whenever you two were alone. How immature of you; you were supposed to be working. But it was the best part of your day when you were tending to Gojo, which was far more often than you preferred. It also made you feel guilty. You didn't want him to get hurt, it was the last thing you ever wanted. You knew it wasn't normal for him to be touching you like this, for you to reciprocate in the same manner, as these actions crossed the boundary of just friends and coworkers. But maybe you were both more comfortable with this label, even if it pulled at your heartstrings. If Gojo had wanted you, he would have made that clear years ago, right?

Gojo was keenly aware of how you blushed and stuttered in his presence, filling him with a sense of satisfaction that he couldn't quite identify with. The power he had over you was intoxicating. But still, there was a part of him that wanted more, that wanted to cross the line you had set for yourselves.

As you sat there next to him, close enough for your thighs to touch, he found himself fighting the urge to reach out and pull you closer, to bury his face in your hair and breathe in your scent.

His compliment caused you to giggle slightly and glance away. But you didn't retreat from his embrace and only squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" you pressed again. "Why do you want me to distract you?"

Gojo's heart ached. He almost felt sick at how badly he wanted you to be his. But your insistence made it difficult to keep secrets, and refusing any of your requests felt impossible.

Still debating whether confessing was right, he hesitated momentarily before answering. "It's just... life," he finally said, his voice soft and low. "The weight of being the strongest. The pressure. The kids always looking up to me...It can be overwhelming sometimes."

"I'm sure it can be," you said, biting your lip slightly. "You often come here when you want a distraction." You glanced at the gauze and disinfection you had intended to use on his superficial wounds. "You pretend you're more hurt than you are physically. But you just want to vent to me, right?"

It was obvious, after all. Gojo could heal himself if he wanted to. You knew that, and so did everyone.

Gojo's shoulders sagged as he recognized the truth in your words. It was childish of him, possibly even cowardly. The pain he felt from battle was nothing compared to the ache in his heart whenever he was away from you.

He let out a sigh and nodded, his eyes meeting yours again. “You know me too well,” he said quietly. “But yes. I guess I just needed to talk to you. You make everything feel easier.”

"You should ask me to hang out with you more often," you chuckled. "I know we're both busy, but I can make time for you, Satoru. There's no need to pretend."

Gojo felt a pang of guilt at your words. You were right, he should have just asked you to hang out with him more often instead of resorting to these tactics.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice soft. "I shouldn't have used my injuries as an excuse. I just...like having you around."

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. "Can I ask you something?"

Frowning slightly, you wondered if he had misinterpreted your words by the expression on his face. You didn't want him to feel guilty at all, if anything, you found his visits endearing. He refused to see any doctor but you, which instilled pride in your work. It had become a joke between your coworkers and you, all betting on whether Gojo had a crush on you.

"You can ask me anything." You set your free hand on his knee. You wanted to touch more of him so badly, not under the guise of treating his minor scratches and bruises.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but relish the feeling of your touch. Taking a deep breath, he gathered the courage to ask the question that had been on his mind for so long.

"Why... why are you always there for me? Why do you treat my wounds no matter how small? I mean... you have others to look at... but you always come to me." He looked at you, his heart thudding in his chest as he waited for your answer.

"I guess you caught me, too." You blushed, feeling bashful and somewhat embarrassed that he noticed your antics. "Maybe I want to spend whatever time I can with a busy man like yourself."

Gojo's heart fluttered as you admitted to caring for him just as much as he cared for you. He had hoped it was the case, but hearing you confirm it felt like a weight had lifted off his chest.

He chuckled softly, using both hands to hold your face, so incitingly that you didn't even think to pull away. "You know you don't have to use my injuries as an excuse to see me, right? I always want to spend time with you, no matter how busy I am."

His reply was enough for you. You understood what he meant in his repetition of your own words. It was in how he touched you, how his eyes sparkled with relief. Nervously, your eyes flickered down to his lips. He was so close, and what you craved was only one movement away. But no, you wouldn’t kiss him first. You needed to have more restraint than this. 

“Is this your way of saying you like me more than a friend?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Your question was answered in the way his breath caught in his throat, in the way his gaze trailed down to your lips and back up to your eyes. He was mesmerized by you, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

"Yes," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I do. I yearn to be near you more often than I dare to admit, I tried to resist but I can't anymore."

Gojo's heart thundered in his chest as your eyes widened in response.

“I feel the same," you said, your admission causing a shiver to run down his spine.

"You... you do?" he murmured, tilting his face a little closer to yours. He wanted to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his; holding your hand wasn’t enough. 

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s lips again, your stare begging and pleading. The need for something more was evident. “I do.”

Suddenly, he felt emboldened by your words, his own feelings mirrored in your body language.

Gojo's breath hitched as he noticed the palpable desire in your gaze. It was physically impossible to resist any longer.

Leaning in, he closed the distance between you, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

“Fuck Satoru,” you practically whined, your eyes closing, lulled by his gentle touch and the inches that teased between you. “I love you, okay?"

Gojo felt a shudder run down his spine at the sound of his name on your lips, the desperation in your voice sending a wave of heat through him. You loved him.

With a low groan, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. His hand on your cheek gently tilted your head, allowing him to claim your lips hungrily.

Moaning into the kiss, you inhaled deeply, satisfied to finally taste him, to finally give in to your desires. One of your hands reached out and gripped his bicep, drawing him closer against your own body.

Gojo deepened the kiss further, a thrill shooting through him as he felt the heat of your body even through his clothes, and it fueled his need for more.

His tongue traced your bottom lip, demanding entry to your mouth, as his other hand trailed up your hip, grasping with need. A low moan escaped him as he tasted you, feeling you submit to his tune, his body responding to your touch like a taut bowstring.

You were on the verge of shuddering, desire pooling in that oh-so-dangerous spot, the part of you that might lose all sense of control and decency. Your feelings for Gojo were intense and had been for some time. You still couldn't believe this was happening. Anything he wanted from you was his to take. Anything to make him feel better. 

One of your hands rested against his neck while the other ran through his white locks, refusing to let him go, wanting him to touch you further. Nobody else was in the office, it was just the two of you. You were so starved of affection from the one you desired the most, that you would take any moment you could get.

Gojo seemed to realize at the same time, and he couldn’t control himself as he picked you up and brought you over to rest against your desk. With one hand, he swiped the belongings off and onto the floor, gently guiding you until you were on your back, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

Hungrily, he kissed you again; his own body was on fire as you giggled at his erratic, desperate movements as if he couldn't get enough. It was as if he wanted to worship every part of you now that you’d given him permission.  

"Y/N," he whispered against your mouth, his voice rough with need. "I want you. More than anything. I love you too."

"T-take me..." you whimpered, staring deep into his eyes as your lab coat fell loosely around your shoulders. To see him so desperate for you, the yearning of his tone and the affection in his glacier-blue eyes was all it took for your own restraint to fade away.

An almost primal hum of approval vibrated in his throat. "Right here?" he murmured, his breath hot against your lips. "On the desk?" His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, his body pressing yours against the cold wood of the desk.

Nodding furiously at how hot this would be, you nodded to the door. "I don't want to wait any longer," you whispered seductively, reaching out to brush your delicate hands against the growing tent in Gojo's pants. "And I don't think you want to either."

Gojo let out a shaky breath at your coyness. His control was fraying quickly, and he knew this was a battle he was going to lose.

Nodding, he reached for the light switch, plunging the office into semi-darkness. He then moved to the door, locking it with a decisive click. When he turned back to you, his eyes were dark with desire.

"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, stalking back towards you. 

You spread your legs back apart, hooking them around his waist once he reached your awaiting embrace. Grasping his face, you pulled him back on top of you. "You made me wait too long for this," you teased, though still strained with a yearning he only noticed through subtle hints throughout the months, almost a year, that you’d known each other. It had been in your eyes, through quick glances, but never in your words.

Just the sound of your voice and the longing within it made him shudder. 

He pressed his bulge against your core, his hands sliding up under your shirt. "I wanted you this whole time," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much I want you." His lips moved to the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at your pulse point.

Sighing blissfully, your hands found their way back into his hair, holding him against you as if he would escape, as if this was only a dream. 

"What took you so long?" you mumbled, slightly dazed, then gasped as Gojo's fingers hooked the band of your bra. You shrugged off your lab coat, following his lead as he lifted your undershirt and bra over your head and tossing it behind him quickly before his hands reached for your breasts. The cold air swirled around your nipples and you bit down on your lip. It was shocking to finally be naked in front of the man you’d craved since the moment you met. "S-Should have made me yours a long time ago," you whispered, gazing up at him with a sudden shyness.

“Maybe I was too stupid and scared to realize before,” he practically groaned, immediately latching his mouth onto the swell of your breast, his other hand pawing gently at the other. With your nipple still pressed against his pretty pink lips, Gojo’s eyes gazed into your own. “How can I make it up to you?”

Your chuckle morphed into a moan as his tongue swirled around your chest, a devilish smirk upon his face, your reactions stimulating him further. 

“T-this is working….” you gasped, one hand steadying yourself against the desk while the other reached for his pants, beginning to tug them down. 

“I think you should be my girlfriend,” Gojo said somewhat nonchalantly as he broke away, curling his hands around your pants and shimming them down your legs. “That would make everything better-” he bent down between your spread legs and pressed his lips against your covered cunt, inhaling deeply. 

“Don’t you think?” he asked with glossy eyes and a heavy, lustful stare. “Not sure if I wanna share you.” 

“You can ask a bit more nicely…” you teased bashfully as he pulled your panties to the side. 

“Please, Y/N…. please please be my girlfriend, I promise it's worth it. I’ll give you the world, I’ll make you feel so good, better than you ever have before.” 

Though it was dim, you could see the smile on his face and sincerity in his eyes. It felt right, as it always had. 

“You promise?” Your whisper was desperate, not just for his body but also his heart. You didn’t just want him to give you the world; you wanted to share yours with him. 

His thumb ran over your protruding, bottom lip. “I promise, Y/N. I’m so in love with you, please let me show you.” 

“I love you too, Satoru.” 

And that’s when his tongue finally lapped against your slit, a groan of satisfaction vibrating against your core. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure. How sexy you were, splayed across your own desk for him, just like the way you were in his dreams, when he would spend all night longing for your calming presence, fantasizing until he worked himself into an orgasm. 

You moaned and whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock about to burst just from the sight of you, from tasting you.

And after your first orgasm, Gojo leaned forward and captured your lips with his, stifling your moans so only he could hear. His name upon your lips, begging for more, begging for all of him. 

Heavenly, you were, and it was all for him—something Gojo would have never predicted. Yes, he was skilled, and yes, he was the strongest, but you were the only person to ever make him feel alive. When he said he loved you, he meant it. 

And you allowed him to finally nestle his thick cock where it was desperate to go. 

“Satoru! Ahhh….” You threw your head back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes for a moment, only feeling, only touching, only relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.

“S-so big,” you whimpered, gripping the edge of the desk in bewilderment, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely. "Fuck!" Was all you managed to sound between erratic moans, only wanting to feel him, latching onto his biceps for support, bodies pressing against the other in sync from the moment of consummation. Gojo sank into you until it was painful, until you were full of his twitching cock.

You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further.

“M-more…” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Gojo ravished you. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.

"Fuck Y/N, you're taking me so well." Gojo complimented in a strained voice. He was vocal, and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt.

All this time, he wanted to be this close to you, and now that he was, he needed to immerse himself in your cries and whimpers, smell you, taste you, and be enveloped by you.

"Is this what you wanted from me this whole time?" he teased, and his voice was so electrifying that even though he was still thrusting while trapping you down, your back began to arch against the desk, flush against him.

Shivers jolted through your entire body as you nodded furiously. "Yes, Satoru, so bad-ah!"

The pounding came next, so deep inside you, feeling every inch of your walls, feeling every inch of your body. Gojo moaned loudly, caging you between his arms, angled perfectly and deeply. You couldn’t look anywhere but his eyes as he thrust into you over and over again. It was so passionate, and you were a mess. Your moans mixed in with his, and it was all-consuming, it was life-changing, it was love.

It was what you imagined and so much more.

"Feels so good!" you whimpered, feeling your abdomen flood with pressure again, tightening, burning.

Gojo felt you clench around him, your body shaking. Only a few minutes had passed, and he wanted to last longer, but he couldn’t. You were too pretty, you felt too good. “Fuck baby-” he moaned. “Gonna cum-” 

He pounded into you a few more times until you cried out, gushing around him so sweetly that it was hard to pull out, he didn't want to, but he did. 

With your chest rising and falling sharply, your legs shaking and twitching, Gojo released himself with a loud, strained moan. 

"Fuck! Fuck, I love you…” he exasperated, covering your abdomen with his seed.  It was euphoric, the best he’d ever had. He leaned forward over you, grasping onto the edge of your desk, his strength and the power of his orgasm caused him to snap the molding off, completely denting and splintering the corner of your desk.

“Satoru!” you gasped, propping yourself up on your elbows. 

“Shit….” He grit his teeth in embarrassment, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck before bending down and searching for the box of tissues he saw earlier. “I’ll buy you a new one I swear-” 

And then, you started laughing. “It was that good huh?” 

“The best,” he confirmed, cleaning you up the best he could so you could slide your clothes back on. His legs were still trembling, though, and shit, he needed more.

“I love you too.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“Good enough to make you come back home with me?” 

“I would say perfect,” you smirked as he looped his arm around your waist. "Now I just wonder how much money Shoko is going to make on Monday..."

"What ever do you mean?" he asked with a goofy, lopsided grin, as if he wasn't close friends with her and unaware of the situation.

"She bet that we would get together..."

"Aww," he chuckled, looping your purse over his shoulder. "I'll double it since she believed in me," he said before whisking you away to his apartment, where the two of you immediately started round two.