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sareenademon · 2 months

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out of control

tags: bireena, the closest you will get to a love confession, jealousy, one-sided tomas/sareena, jealousy, bi han being a dickhead, actually bi han as a warning tag himself, internal conflict (on sareena's part), spy!sareena, lin kuei!sareena, bi han not knowing how to properly express his emotions, fem!cyrax (her name is bontle in this fic), morning after (more like weeks after), sexual tension (kinda)

summary: (inspired by @ladybug023's spy!sareena headcanons) bi han finds himself strung out after that night at the shack and seeks closure. sareena, on the other hand, has to deal with her feelings for a certain cryomancer and the internal conflict she faces.

part ii of "i'm weak so what is wrong with that". part i can be found here.

word count => 2.5k words

also cross posted on AO3.

Not that he was not always in a bad mood but leaving Zhāofēi’s study room had him in a particular state of mind where he might actually murder anyone who was unfortunate to cross his path.

That was unusual as while most of his morning discussions with his father were marked by their constant disagreement on him taking on the role of grandmaster, this particular one was intense, to say the least.

Ever since coming back from the Tengu, he had noticed how sour his temperament got and he could only pin it on one person and one person only.

How can one woman affect you so greatly?

A huff of annoyance escaped him as he walked down the thankfully empty hallway. It was as if the elder gods had chosen to keep any unsuspecting Lin Kuei initiate out of his way today.

A small unnoticeable smile fell on his face until it dropped once his ears picked up a voice from one of the rooms.

He was so quick to turn his head, in recognition of Tomas’ voice squealing at something like he was a teenage girl. That was soon accompanied by that lilt he had come to missed.

What was she doing with him? Of all people .

He had no time for questions as he followed in the direction. It seemed to be coming from Bontle’s room.

What are they doing in Cyrax’s room? Was the next question that dominated the cryomancer’s mind as that now-familiar emotion reared its ugly head.

Soon, he was close to the room, opting to stay hidden and away from where any of them could see him. He hated how pathetic he looked right now, eavesdropping on a conversation that probably had nothing to do with him.

“-woah, it’s cool, isn’t it?” That was Tomas, his voice tinged with child-like wonder. At that point, Bi Han decided he was going to also observe and there she was.

Sareena .

She had that look he had never seen before - like she was just discovering something she had never seen before.

“What magic is this?” She asked, her fingers going through the holographic image.

“Oh, this?” Bi Han’s head snapped towards the other direction and that was when he noticed Bontle, her elbows on the workbench as she watched the other two admire her new invention.

“Sektor and I have spent years building this prototype,” she continued. “It is not magic by the way.”

A heady chuckle escaped Sareena as she toyed with the control, causing the hologram to rotate.

“This looks like those things I see in those American movies of yours, Tomas.”

What the-? A frown was now etched on the cryomancer’s face. She watches those stupid movies with this fool?!

It was then his treacherous mind took him to a certain dark path. Was she also sleeping with him? Was that why she acted like that night at the shack did not exist?

“Those ones are CGI effects,” Bontle chipped in. “This one here is the real deal. Sektor and I are still working on this, it is just a beta for now.”

“Would Sareena and I be treated to seeing more of your inventions again?” Tomas asked, and it was at this point that Bi Han decided he was making his presence known as he stepped into the room.

It took a few seconds before the three would realize that they had an extra presence in the room with them. Bontle immediately stood up straight, a wide smile plastered on her face as she acknowledged him.

“Bi Han!” The dark-skinned assassin greeted. “We did not expect to have you here. We were just-.”

He seemed to be distracted as his eyes fell on Sareena who carefully placed the holographic projector on the workbench. It was as if she was doing everything within her power to avoid making eye contact with him but it was all a matter of minutes when her eyes finally met his.

His eyes did not miss the way Tomas’ hand was at her back and Bi Han could only clench his fists when his jealousy came slithering in again. He was starting to not appreciate the way the typhokinetic was getting handsy with Sareena. Or the fact that she goes into his room to participate in such foolish drivel .

“Is anything the matter, Bi Han?” The gray ninja just had to open his mouth and worsen his already sour mood.

But, for some reason, his gaze did not waver from Sareena’s, holding eyes contact for as long as possible. Their communication required no words as his eyes said all it needed to send across to her.

“The training grounds at 7.”

He watched as her eyes widened, it started with shock before finally taking the form of latent rage.

“Today was supposed to be my day-off!”

If she was any other Lin Kuei initiate, he would have put her in her place but her defiance sparked something dark within him and he would entertain that for as long as possible if he had to.

“You would defy my commands?” He questioned, his gravelly voice carrying a threatening undertone with it and his eyes watched as she seemed to battle whether to stand her ground or comply. They might have spent a night of passion together but she would not dare do that, right?

In his peripheral vision, Bontle and Tomas exchanged cautious looks between each other. Everything about their exchanged glances screamed worry for his protégée as they observed their interaction silently.

Time seemed to slowly move before Sareena finally made her decision, her shoulders now relaxed but that hardened stare did not leave her face.

“No, Shifu, I would not. I will be there.”

“Is there anything going on between you and Bi Han?” Tomas had asked once he was sure the cryomancer was out of earshot.

“I was about to ask the same,”��Bontle had asked. “I could have cut through that tension with a knife.”

If only they knew…

She was not the one to kiss and tell, not in the Netherrealm and especially not here. She preferred to keep her escapades to herself, they were personal, after all.

However, she had not expected Bi Han to be the one who would want to talk about it. Why else had he asked her to be at their usual training room at a time where everyone was supposed to wind down at the common area?

Here she was, with Tomas by her side as they walked down the stony pavement to where the training grounds stood at. The 6’5 tall Czech had her arm linked to his, holding her and Sareena could not help but wonder how things would have gone if she reciprocated his feelings instead.

He was a genuine gentleman and had been among the first to welcome her into the Lin Kuei, even going as far as inviting her to sit with him and the rest of the group during her first week.

Even after telling him that she did not feel the same way about him, he remained her friend. And right now, she appreciated his presence - it kept her grounded for the time being as the thought of being alone with Bi Han had her feeling jittery.

It just had to be cliche that she found herself pining after the cryomancer. Like those classic American movies, the good girl pining after the bad boy .

Who was she kidding? Maybe she and Bi Han shared more similarities than she gave herself credit for. She was no good girl, considering the reason why she was in this clan in the first place.

How would they feel when the truth comes out? When they finally find out that I am a spy and a demon? That I lied to them?

Ever since that night at the shack, those thoughts grew more frequent. She had fallen in too deep and now she was scrambling her way to get out of this mess. She had to find a way to extend this lie for as long as possible, even if it meant groveling before Quan Chi-.

“Sareena.”

She felt herself snap out of her reverie, her eyes meeting the dark brown hardwood door. Tomas stood by her side, a reassuring smile on his face.

“I guess this is where I leave, right?” His hand reached to scratch lightly at the back of his neck. His eyes seemed to read that he was reluctant to leave her with Bi Han all alone and for good reasons.

Every interaction between the two assassins felt like walking around eggshells, one single misstep and things would go down to the Netherrealm.

“Yeah, thank you, Tomas,” she said softly, prompting him to leave, yet, he lingered. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Letting out a sigh, she nodded in the affirmative.

“I will see you tomorrow at breakfast then,” he replied, his body turning in the opposite direction and she watched as his figure grew smaller in the distance.

Now facing the door, Sareena’s heart rate accelerated as her hand reached forward for the knob. She hesitated midway, eying the knob when the door opened suddenly and a hand reached out, pulling her into the room.

She yelped and winced the moment her back met the wall. She was definitely leaving this place with a terrible bruise on her back and she had only one person to blame for that.

This asshole-.

“Took you long enough.”

A low growl erupted from the back of her throat as she pushed against him, “What the fuck, Bi Han?!”

He did not budge, his body holding her against the wall and it had her wondering for a moment: how long had he been within these four walls waiting patiently for Tomas to leave her alone so that he could manhandle her?

The way he has been doing these past two-going-on-three years?

She hated his stealth and all that came with it and she could already sense a lecture from him on how she should always be on alert.

“Why was he here with you?”

The hell-?!

“I owe you no explanation, Bi Han,” she replied, her eyes blazing with fury. He had quite the audacity bringing her out here and tossing her like she was a little rag doll. This was one of the many times she cursed the limitations of her human disguise.

If she was in her demonic form, she would not be the only one leaving this room with a bruising back.

She could already see the moment the cryomancer’s features morphed into that familiar emotion which manifested each time he had his authority challenged.

His eyes darkened and his grip on her tightened, an obvious sign that he was doing everything in his power to restrain himself.

Yet, it was not enough to stop his next words which came spilling.

“Are you fucking him too?” His accusation revealing his jealousy. “Is that why you act as if that night never existed? You’re fucking Tomas?”

Her eyes widened in realization, it became more obvious why he called her here. He wanted closure.

The urge to laugh at the ridicule of this situation was almost overpowering. If only he knew…

But, watching the cryomancer lose control was the entertainment in itself and what were demons known for? Mischief and she could only indulge in her nature for the time being.

Her eyes held that mirth and she could see how it affected him, his brows furrowed as his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.

“Jealous, are we, Sub Zero?” her voice held a playful tone mixed with a tinge of the need to push as many buttons of his as possible.

He might be the future grandmaster of the Lin Kuei but she held all the control in her hands.

“What the fuck are you playing at, Sareena?” His voice was now a dangerous whisper and her heart raced at the way he said her name.

She was definitely playing with fire.

“I don’t know, Bi Han. You are the one who is almost losing it, so you tell me,” she shot back at him, holding his gaze. “We slept together for one night and you act like we’re suddenly exclusive.”

“What if I do not want that night to be a one-time thing? What if I want us to be exclusive?”

His admission had her heart skipping a beat, it had her momentarily stunned as her lips parted slightly, her mouth now dry.

It was his turn to look away, a faint blush adorning his cheeks, his eyes avoiding hers as he let go of her, stepping away, a frown now etched on his face.

Her fingers came to touch her arms where he had gripped her earlier, her eyes observing the man standing a few feet away from her.

Was that his way of telling her that he liked her?

“Bi Han-,” her voice was now soft but he turned away from her.

A groan of frustration escaped him, “I cannot stop thinking about that night, Sareena. I have done everything to forget about it and yet-.”

His confession was left hanging in the air and her heart was racing in her chest. The tension in the room had shifted to something else, the air was electric and her breathing became labored.

What was this?

Bi Han snorted again as he paced before turning back to her. His cold hands cupped her cheeks and Sareena felt herself shiver slightly.

“What enchantment have you used on me?” His voice was a rough whisper and she could only shake her head.

How could she answer that question when she had no idea?

The next thing she felt were his lips on hers, gentle and tentative. It took a moment before he pulled away, his forehead now against hers.

“I- I do not know why I feel this way yet I would give everything up if it meant being with you.”

At that, Sareena’s eyes flew open to gaze at Bi Han and it was no joke at all. Knowing the kind of man he was, this was probably the closest to a love confession he would make and it unsettled her.

She was going to break his heart once he found out the truth. Quan Chi might not have shown up yet but she knew it was a matter of time.

She shook her head, pulling away from his embrace.

“Don’t- don’t do that because of me, Bi Han. I- I am not worth all that,” she tried to tell him, her eyes avoiding his.

"That is not going to change my mind,” he said with an air of finality.

Sareena could only let out a humorless laugh, she was not going to change his mind at this rate. She nodded.

Maybe she could keep up with this for as long as she could. She could try to buy more time and confess the truth to Bi Han. In this moment, she could not let him know the truth. No matter how badly she wanted him to. Maybe another time.

I am not really satisfied with how the ending came to be but I hope it is good to your liking. also, Bi Han may be a bit ooc but hear me out, he would not be the type to outrightly express his feelings and shit like that. and yeah, I added a one-sided Tomas/Sareena bit cause why not? that being said, constructive criticism is always welcome.

tagging: @livingdeadgirly

#beautiful #wonderful writing as always #jealous bi Han

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sareenademon · 3 months

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i’m weak so what’s wrong with that (bireena)

so, I got inspired by @ladybug023 's headcanons on spy!Sareena working undercover in the Lin Kuei and let's just say that my brain got a little too active for her own good. any way, this is now part of a series (how long? I cannot say). that being said...

tags: implied smut (fade to black), a bit suggestive towards the end (maybe little is an understatement), bireena, reference to toxic masculinity (it's bi han, what did you expect?), and there was only one bed, touch starved bi han, author wrote this instead of sleeping 🤪💀💀, intrapersonal conflicts (for bothe characters but more for sareena)

word count => 3.3k words

also cross posted on AO3

The cryomancer's lips tingled, accompanied by a sharp wince, when the salve-soaked compress came into contact with the bleeding gash on his right arm.

Suddenly, his cold glare landed on the demon currently treating his injuries that he had received as a result of the attack of the Tengu. Just thinking of those bird bastards had his cold blood boiling as his mind conjured images of how he’d get back at them by ripping out their spines.

Right now, however, that seemed to take the backseat as the presence of a particular figure had his mind muddled up. Even now, he wished he had protested really hard against taking Sareena with him on this mission but his father… The old man had insisted he allowed his protégée to accompany him on this mission so that she could learn the ropes of being a formidable assassin.

As much of a strong willed bullheaded man Bi Han was, he could never go against the grandmaster even if said grandmaster was his father. In the already strained relationship the cryomancer had with his father, Sareena entering the clan and climbing up the ranks just added to the tension.

Zhāofēi was no easy man to impress, Bi Han would know that after all he was his eldest son, but when seeing Sareena defeat the Lin Kuei’s most prominent warriors during the trials had the older cryomancer hooked and as a result, Zhāofēi had recruited her.

Like his father, Bi Han was not easily swayed either but unlike his father, he was not interested in adding one more outsider to the Lin Kuei - Tomas was punishment enough.

Staring back at Sareena, he watched as she worked so tenderly on his arms, her eyebrows scrunched up as she paid extra attention.

By the elder gods, how can a woman like her exist and still manage to intrigue him without even trying? Sure, she may be a protégée of his, no thanks to his father’s mechanization, but he never gave her more attention than he believed she needed until he started to.

How could someone exist and still catch his attention without even trying to? No matter how much he tried, she alway drove him crazy to his wits end.

Bi Han has always thought himself to be a man of control, keeping a lid on his emotions which he deemed as weakness unless it was his anger. He was a walking time bomb and everyone knew better than to push him to the wall lest they felt the brunt of his anger.

It was also the reason why a lot of initiates dreaded being under his tutelage. Holding back was not his motto and he had done everything to discourage the new recruit his father had put under his care. However, to his chagrin, Sareena was able to hold her own against him which annoyed him even more.

Every fucking thing about her was perfect, albeit shrouded in mystery. It was the reason why she could warm her way into the hearts of many within the clan, like his father. Like Tomas.

Fucking Tomas.

As much as Bi Han hated to acknowledge the typhokinetic, he was going to give credit where it was due. Tomas was an efficient warrior who struck in the most brutal ways known to mankind, they were all assassins for crying out loud.

But outside the mission field, Tomas proudly wore his heart on his sleeves for everyone to see and Bi Han was no idiot, he knew he was pining after Sareena. The same way you pathetically pant after her, came that treacherous voice in his head. At least, he ensured he was not as obvious as Tomas was

“So, you and Tomas?” He had asked the day Tomas had walked her into the wu guan, their arms linking as if the typhokinetic was just walking her from a date or something. Bi Han could remember silently seething in jealous rage, the sharp pins of ice digging into his palms as his fists clenched tightly. Only when Tomas had left did the cryomancer manage to put a lid on his anger.

“He only offered to accompany me, nothing more than that, Bi Han,” she had replied before leaving to change into her gi. Still, that answer left him unsatisfied, not when Tomas hanged around her like a pathetic puppy desperately fishing for favor from its master, she had to be either blind or naive if she could not read the room.

“I am done,” her voice broke through his thoughts and her dark brown eyes made contact with his. He momentarily broke eye contact as he looked down to see his right arm wrapped in a clean white sheet of cloth, ripped from one of the bedspread in the abandoned shack they resided in, made into a makeshift bandage.

With a huff, he turned away from her, wanting to be left to his thoughts.

“You’re welcome?” Her voice this time was packed with that sarcastic undertone that had his blood boiling again, but this time, it was not in the emotion he was way too familiar with - rage. No, this one had him feeling more human than he needed to feel.

He let out another sigh as he turned to look at Sareena. Her back was turned to him, it was as if she was also in her little world. Never had he wanted to know what was running through a person’s mind so badly the way he did right now. Not even his father.

So fucking weak.

The mission. What was the mission again? Sareena found her mind wandering away. It had been several months, more like two years and six months since Quan Chi had sent her out on this quest to gather information from the Lin Kuei.

What her master needed that information for, she had no idea. Yet, as weeks, months and years went by, the will to follow through dwindled.

She had hopped in, planning carefully how she’d infiltrate and climb through the ranks and so far, she was able to do those, even if the grandmaster’s older son was as mercurial as a soaked cat in a thunderstorm. Even if the grandmaster’s son gave her that cold stare that was enough to discourage a common human.

But, Sareena was neither common nor a human.

Despite his perma-frown, the cryomancer looked like he was built by the elder gods themselves, his facial features sharp and those hard brown eyes that unexpectedly entranced her. Even though he looked at her like he wanted to be anywhere else but training with her.

She has seen him train, she has seen him use the ice which he yielded, she was his protégée by the elder gods. Compared to his brothers, he was more brutal; the phrase "take it easy" was nonexistent in his personal vocabulary.

There was no doubt about that, given the bruises on her human form. The grandmaster set you up with Sergeant Drill Nasty, Bontle, also known as Cyrax, gave a low whistle as she helped place the cold press against her ribs.

There is no doubt that she had severely underestimated the cryomancer, and her human body is just so unfortunate to be the one that had to bear the impact. If not for the fact that she was undercover, she would have healed herself as quickly as possible.

But it will raise suspicion should I let my body heal itself, her inner voice was quick to remind her.

She exhaled as she moved towards the door, she was going to keep her eyes out for if the Tengu had managed to find them in this little shack although it seemed unlikely they would. Still, she had to be on the lookout.

“Where are you going?”

His voice caused her to pause midway, and she dropped the left hand which was reaching for the door knob by her side, "Out. While you recover, I will patrol the area for any Tengu assassins who may be lurking in the area."

“Stay here, I'll keep watch” he said, ignoring that he had injuries on his body.

“I insist, Bi Han!” Her voice was firm and that earned her a dark glare from him which made her breath hitch. In addition to the fact that Bi Han was a stubborn man, he did not react well to anyone who challenged his authority. While she was never his docile student before, she stood her ground nonetheless.

Expecting him to insist on his way, she watched the cryomancer let out a huff as if to say “have it your way”. Slowly, she nodded, taking her leave. Aside from keeping an eye out for the assassins from the Tengu clan, she needed to clear her mind. The anniversary of the departure of one of her Netherrealm sisters was almost a week away.

We do not talk about Ashrah! She broke the code of Sisterhood; nothing more than a traitor, Sareena! Kia’s tearful outburst was fresh in her mind as if it took place recently despite it being five Earthrealm years since her sister had left the fiery realm for good.

Do you not want to see the realms beyond the Netherrealm, Sareena? Ashrah’s cool palms pressed against her cheeks. She was the first person the older demon had run to, being the closest to her amongst her sisters.

Sareena had hesitated at that moment. She would have given her all to escape the Netherrealm but the Netherrealm was all she knew and leaving meant abandoning the Sisterhood of Shadows. That spelled death for defectors, as Quan Chi had so eloquently put it for them.

And Quan Chi made sure to send her sisters out to kill Ashrah for her defection. Five had gone only to turn up dead by Ashrah’s hand, or in this case, her infamous blade. Not that Sareena could blame her, it was either her blood or theirs.

As a result, Kia and Jataaka dreaded being the next ones sent out to carry out Quan Chi’s orders. Despite resenting her for abandoning the Sisterhood, they could not bring themselves to assassinate a fellow sister for defecting.

That was why the young demon, Sareena, had walked into Quan Chi’s space like a lamb walking its way into the lion’s den. She dreaded being the one sent out to hunt Ashrah down which had her surprised when the Edenian had instead sent her out on this mission.

The mission.

At first, her focus was set on gaining as much information about the Lin Kuei as she could. But over time, she grew attached to this clan that the thought of betraying them brought with it an emotion she was not prepared to confront.

I can’t- I cannot do this, she found herself almost breaking down in the mountains. Was this what Ashrah felt when she left the Netherrealm? Was she plagued by this same internal conflict?

It was either she follows through her quest and ends up betraying her new family or she chooses to defy Quan Chi and have him subject her to the worst of tortures in the deepest circle of the Netherrealm. Or if she manages to escape him, be out on the run just like Ashrah is.

There had to be something she could do. She felt herself slightly shiver from the cold which brought her mind back to the present. There was no Tengu on sight - it seemed they were safe for now. If Bi Han willed it, they could both leave the next day to report back and come back with more reinforcement. The fact that they had both escaped with a few injuries was a blessing in itself.

Turning back, she opened the door to the shack slightly, wincing as the old door creaked. She hoped that noise had not woken Bi Han up if he had fallen asleep while she was on patrol.

Who am I fooling? Even the drop of a pin would wake him up from his sleep.

And as if on cue, the cryomancer stood at the entrance of the little room she had left him in. Sareena found her eyes roaming down Bi Han’s bare torso, her sharp eyes looking at the expanse of scars that littered his chest.

“Is it my turn to patrol?”

Her eyes snapped back to his face, “The coast is clear, there are no Tengu assassins nearby. I apologize if I woke you up from your sleep."

A light snort escaped Bi Han at that, "I was not asleep."

"Oh," she paused. "My apologies either way."

The cryomancer nodded curtly before his eyes roamed around her form, "Were you hurt?"

Sareena stared at him in shock, this was the first time the cryomancer would explicitly show any form of concern for her wellbeing. Her throat went dry as she stared at her arm which had a few bruises from their scuffle with the Tengu.

"No, I am fine," she replied before walking past him and into the room. She found the blanket on the ground, no doubt kicked off when Bi Han had gotten up from his spot. With a sigh, she bent over to pick it up, the sound of footsteps behind her was not lost to her.

"I will take the other side," his baritone voice had her heart leaping in her chest. She knew this was the part where they would have to sleep, it was no doubt going to be a long night for them both.

"Very well, Bi Han."

Why in the realms did he suggest sharing the bed? It was big enough to accommodate both him and Sareena but the close proximity he had to his protégée had his mind muddled up. His mind was not the only thing.

If Bi Han was not mistaken, he had seen her eyes roam over his torso. And if he was not mistaken, her gaze lingered a bit longer than necessary.

She reciprocated his feelings, even if she hid it better.

He shifted his position on the bed, trying to get into a comfortable spot. The pain from the injuries inflicted upon him were making it difficult.

"You are uncomfortable," Sareena whispered.

“I thought you were asleep,” he retorted.

He heard a slight chuckle, "No, I was not. Your moving around won’t let me sleep anyway.”

Bi Han found himself letting out a small grunt as he sat up, turning to look at Sareena whose eyes were closed, her face facing him. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed softly.

Her eyes opened to look at him and she had this grin on her face, as if she was teasing him.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what is going on,” she said, shifting her body to sit up.

With a huff, he replied, "It is nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow, “It is something if you’re interrupting my sleep.”

Her tone was a bit playful and he found himself letting out a small laugh, her lips curled into a smirk, as if pleased with herself.

She turned her body to him and he could feel his breath hitch as her arms went around his torso.

“Let me take care of you, Bi Han,” she whispered to him.

The cryomancer felt his brain shutting down from how close she was to him. Even while training, they were never this close, not when they were going against each other.

Not even when she was wrapping his bandages for him.

But this was a completely different ball game.

And for once, he was rendered speechless.

“Tell me, are your injuries acting up?” His breath hitched when he felt her warm fingers skimming his cool skin.

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

Bi Han, soon-to-be grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, getting reduced to a stuttering mess by a simple touch from a woman. Oh, the irony.

"Shhhh," she said, placing her finger against his lips.

Bi Han's eyes followed her fingers as they trailed down his chin, then his chest.

"Lay down," she instructed, pushing his torso slightly.

Bi Han complied, watching as Sareena straddled him. Where this was going, he had no idea but he wasn’t going to stop it. That was how weak he found himself.

"Relax, Bi Han," Sareena said, leaning closer to him, her dark brown eyes meeting his.

He felt her fingers trailing against his chest, her palms coming into contact with his pectorals. He closed his eyes, relishing in her touch.

The cryomancer could have sworn his heart was going to leap out of his chest from how hard it was beating.

"Sareena-"

"Shhh," Sareena's fingers traced over his lips. Her lips would come to replace those fingers.

It was as if his mind shut off after that, his mind only registering the fact that her lips were against his. He found himself kissing her back, his arms wrapping around her body, pulling her closer.

Sareena's arms were around his neck, her fingers tugging on the band, letting his hair fall on his shoulders. She had pulled back briefly, her lips curling into a grin before leaning forward again, kissing him hungrily.

Bi Han felt his hands gripping her hips, the cryomancer had no idea where all this was going, and he honestly couldn't care less.

Sareena pulled back, breathing heavily. Even looking so disarrayed, she looked like a goddess, and by the gods, was he enchanted by her. His mind could barely register that she was now straddling his crotch and she was grinding her hips on him.

“F-fuck,” he swore.

She smirked, leaning close, her lips pressing against his ear, "Is this too much for you, Bi Han?"

He simultaneously hated and loved the way she drew out his name.

"Not even close," he growled, his hands on her waist.

"Good," she whispered.

Her hands were at the hem of his pants, tugging them down, along with his underwear. Her warm hands gripped him, making him groan as he became more pliant.

His mind was so hazy and he had no idea where he got the strength to sit up, his upper body propped up by his elbows. His arm was around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss.

"Bi Han," she gasped against his lips, her hands gripping his hair as she continued stroking him.

The cryomancer groaned in reply, his teeth nibbling on her lower lip. It took an infinite amount of strength for him to not completely give in to his carnal desire, although he was almost there.

“First time, Bi Han?” She teased.

He shot her a glare, knowing fully well that it was his first time giving himself to someone. He had no time for relationships, sexual or romantic, that for the first time, his inexperience had him almost insecure.

She seemed to sense this, her hands cupping his face, her thumbs caressing his cheek.

"Relax," she murmured against his lips.

She shifted, her clothes now gone. At that moment, Bi Han felt like a repressed teenage boy, this being the closest he had gotten to a woman.

"Sareena-"

“Do you want this?”

He did.

He wanted this. He wanted her. Maybe he’ll regret it the morning after but that didn’t matter right now. He was ready to give in to that weakness.

He didn’t need to say any words, his expression gave away his answers.

“I’ll be gentle,” she reassured him, her fingers tracing his chest.

"It's not about that, it's just," he paused.

"You are inexperienced, I understand," she replied.

"I didn't know if you..."

“It’s okay,” with that, she kissed him as she sank down on him and he let himself drown in her.

so...how was it? I just want to run and hide in the mountains right now especially with the ending 😭😭😭. that being said, constructive criticism is always welcome ❤️.

tagging: @livingdeadgirly

#💕💕💕💕#bireena #sareena #bi han

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