synopsis: you take one look at liu kang when he comes back from the tournament â robe torn, knuckles bruised and bloodied, that filthy red headband still in his messy, sweaty hair â and tell him not to wash a single thing off. you want him exactly like this.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: violence mentioned (post-tournament), blood kink/blood on body, sweat/filth/musk kink, rough sex, dirty talk, p in v, creampie
word count: 1.4k
the heavy wooden door creaked open, and liu kang stepped inside.
he looked like heâd walked straight out of hell and won.
blood streaked across his cheek and collarbone. sweat glistened on every inch of exposed skin, making the torn white fabric of what remained of his robe cling obscenely to the hard lines of his chest and abdomen. the sleeves had been ripped away at some point, leaving his powerful arms bare, muscles still twitching from exertion, knuckles raw and split. his red headband was dark with sweat and dirt, strands of messy black hair sticking to his forehead and neck. his chest heaved with each slow, tired breath.
you froze at the edge of the bed, eyes wide.
he was alive. yes, that was the first thing that hit you, relief flooding your veins so sharply it almost hurt. but the second thing⊠gods, the second thing drowned everything else.
he looked filthy. dangerous. raw. like pure sin wrapped in fire and violence.
he gave you a tired, lopsided smile, the kind that usually made your heart melt. this time it made heat pool low in your belly.
âmiss me?â he asked, voice rough, a little hoarse from shouting commands and breathing smoke all night.
he lifted a hand toward the red headband, fingers brushing the knot.
âdonât.â
the word left your mouth before you even recognized your own voice, sharp and firm.
his hand paused mid-air and he blinked, brows drawing together in confusion. âwhat?â
you rose from the bed slowly, bare feet silent on the floor. your gaze dragged over him, the blood on his skin, the way the torn robe clung to his body, the sweat sliding down his throat. your breathing grew heavier with every step. a soft curse slipped from your lips before you could stop it.
liu kang watched you approach, still, like an animal deciding whether he was the hunter or the hunted tonight.
âare you alright?â he asked quietly, concern threading through the exhaustion in his voice.
you didnât answer with words.
instead you stopped right in front of him, placed both hands on his broad shoulders, and rose onto your tiptoes. your lips brushed the shell of his ear, voice low and dripping with want.
âyou look like absolute sin right nowâŠâ
you felt the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. his entire body tensed under your palms, muscles coiling. the heat rolling off him was insane; fire god or not, he was burning.
you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. a small, playful smirk tugged at your lips even as desire made your voice tremble.
âdonât you dare wash any of that off before you fuck me.â
the silence that followed was electric.
liu kangâs dark eyes flared, the confusion burning away into something hungrier. his hands, still dirty, still bloody, flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab you.
âyouâŠâ his voice was lower now, rougher. âyou want me like this?â
you nodded, sliding your hands down his chest, feeling the sweat-damp fabric and the rapid thud of his heart beneath it. âexactly like this. all sweaty and bloody⊠my filthy boy.â
a low groan rumbled out of him. in the next breath he finally moved, large hands gripping your waist and yanking you flush against him. you gasped at the feeling of his hard, overheated body pressing into yours, the scent of smoke, sweat, and blood filling your lungs.
his mouth crashed down on yours, desperate and messy, no refined monk tonight. this was the liu kang who had just survived the tournament, the one who still had fire licking at his fingertips and adrenaline roaring through his veins. he kissed you like heâd been starving for it, tongue sliding against yours, teeth nipping at your lower lip.
you moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders as you pulled him toward the bed. he followed without resistance, letting you push him down until he was sitting on the edge. you climbed into his lap immediately, straddling his thick thighs and grinding down against his growing bulge.
âfuck⊠youâre really into this,â he breathed against your neck, lips brushing your skin. one of his hands slid up your back, the other gripping your hip.
âyou have no idea,â you whispered, tugging at what was left of his robe until it fell open. you leaned down and dragged your tongue along the blood-streaked line on his collarbone. he hissed, hips jerking up against you.
you could feel the fire in him, literal heat pulsing under his skin as his control began to fray. his hands shoved your clothes aside with impatient strength, baring you to him. the moment your bare chest pressed against his dirty, sweaty one, you both groaned.
he flipped you suddenly, laying you down on the bed beneath him. the weight of his body pinned you deliciously as he shoved the rest of his ruined clothes off. you couldnât stop touching him, running your palms over his slick abs, his arms, the red headband still tied tightly in his messy hair.
he hooked your leg over his hip and pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust.
the sound you made was shameless. he was so hot inside you â literally warmer than usual, like his flames were barely contained. every drag of his cock stretched you, the slick sound of it echoing in the quiet room.
âyou like this, huh?â he growled, voice wrecked as he started moving, hips snapping harder with every thrust. âyou want me filthy⊠covered in blood and sweat⊠fucking you raw?â
âyesâyesââ you clawed at his back, nails digging into the sweat-slick muscle. he hissed in pleasure, dropping his head to bite at your neck, hips driving deeper.
his headband slipped slightly with the force of his thrusts, but it stayed on. you reached up and fisted it, using it like a handle to pull his mouth back to yours. he moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through you as he fucked you hard, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder with each thrust.
you came first, shaking and crying out his name, thighs locked tight around his waist. liu kang followed right after with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering with exhaustion and release.
for a long moment the only sound was both of you panting. he stayed on top of you, forehead pressed to yours, red headband brushing your skin. a tired but satisfied smile curved his lips.
for a long moment the only sound was both of you panting. liu kang stayed on top of you, heavy and warm, forehead pressed to yours. the red headband brushed your skin with every shallow breath he took. slowly, the wild heat in his eyes softened into something quieter, something close to raw wonder, almost disbelief.
he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. like he couldnât quite believe youâd wanted him exactly like this: filthy, streaked with blood and soot and sweat, still reeking of smoke and violence.
ââŠyouâre actually into this,â he murmured, voice low and rough with exhaustion. a crooked, teasing smirk tugged at his lips. âa pretty little thing like you, getting off on me looking like i just crawled out of netherrealm.â
a dramatic groan left your lips, a little embarrassed, but admittedly, a little turned on all over again by his words. you tried to hide your face against his shoulder but he wouldnât let you. one of his large, dirty hands gently cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, only to pause when he noticed the smear of someone elseâs blood now streaked across your skin. his blood. his mess.
liu kangâs expression shifted again. the teasing faded into pure awe as he brushed his thumb over the mark, spreading it slightly. his dark eyes followed the motion, mesmerized.
âgods⊠look at you,â he whispered, almost to himself. âcovered in my filth and still looking at me like that.â
he let the silence settle for a beat, just breathing you in, still buried deep inside you. then the playful glint returned to his eyes.
âwell, i was planning to shower the second i got back,â he said, voice dropping into that teasing rumble again. âbut now⊠guess youâll just have to join me. canât have you walking around like this all day.â
you let out a soft giggle, the sound bright against the heavy, sex-thick air of the room.
âhm,â you hummed, smiling up at him, âguess i will.â
Who would you Headcanon as the one who has the most "Femenine" S/O? Liu or Kung lao?
I think maybe Liu, because he might find it cute? I mean, she always dresses up with pink dresses and wears makeup even a little bit. Shy and well behaved, that's so much like Liu
But some part of me says that it might be Kung lao, because it's the contrary of him, yk what i mean? Like he likes it because it busts his ego that his S/O is so pretty and perfect, make him want to take care of her anytime
you know whatâŠâŠâŠâŠ iâm actually gonna say lao for this one
HEAR ME OUT
i agree with literally everything you said BUT
i could ALSO see liu being down bad for a tough girl⊠like i think he would see a woman that could knock him out and he would think⊠oh⊠okay yes i am attracted to this. i think he would be very intrigued by a strong independent women
meanwhile i think poor lao could see that as a threat to his manhood đ i can totally see him loving a girl in frilly dresses w bows and pink blush who needs him to open jars and reach high shelves bc he loves feeling big like that
synopsis: you and liu kang acting like lovesick teenagers while drunk, finding every excuse under the sun to touch one another â comparing hand sizes, thumb wars, âmy hands are coldââŠ
genre: fluff, friends to lovers, extreme mutual pining <3
warnings: alcohol, tipsy reader (not messy. very giggly.)
word count: 2.8k
a/n: from the depths of my notes app⊠i wrote this really quickly a while ago đ just a fun little fluff piece, pls donât take it too seriously
the celebration after the tournament is loud in the way relief always is.
music spills through the courtyard in bright, chaotic waves. lanterns hang like captured stars overhead, casting everything in warm gold. someone laughs too hard across the way while someone else is already attempting to start a dance circle that keeps falling apart. every few minutes another cheer erupts for absolutely no reason at all.
youâve been parked beside liu kang the entire night.
one minute you sat down because there was space, next thing you knew, there were empty cups between you, three separate conversations that had quietly become private little side conversations, and enough stolen glances to qualify as suspicious.
months of this.
months of lingering after training. months of inside jokes no one else understood. months of everyone else rolling their eyes because please just kiss already.
but tonight?
tonight youâve had enough to drink that all your restraint has quietly packed its bags and left the building.
youâre giggly. everything he says is funny. his eyes are unfair. his hair is unfair. his smile is unfair. his shoulders are unfair. his whole existence is honestly becoming kind of irritating.
liu kang, for his part, seems to be having the time of his life.
every time you laugh, his expression softens like he did something right. every time you lean in to tell him something, he listens like youâre revealing state secrets. at one point he says something teasing and you dissolve into helpless giggles, reaching out to grab his arm without thinking.
he freezes for half a second, then he goes very casual about it. as if his ears arenât bright pink.
you narrow your eyes at him. âyouâre smug tonight.â
his mouth curves. âam i?â
âyes.â
he laughs quietly into his cup, while you huff and sink lower in your seat.
a minute later you tuck both hands into your armpits and pout.
liu kang glances over. ââŠwhat are you doing?â
you frown dramatically. âmy hands are cold.â
he hums thoughtfully. then, looking down at his drink, he murmurs, almost to himself, âlucky mine are always warm.â
you turn slowly. ââŠexcuse me?â
he blinks.
âmy hands,â he clarifies, still not looking at you.
you stare. when he finally glances over, he immediately regrets it, because now your expression has gone suspiciously interested.
âyouâre lying.â
his eyebrows rise. âiâm not.â
you squint. then your eyes get that little spark, the one liu kang has learned means trouble. you smile, entirely mischievous.
âprove it.â
his smile vanishes. ââŠwhat?â
you just lean your cheek into your hand and grin at him.
âprove it.â
he stares.
you stare.
he opens his mouth. closes it. looks away. looks back.
âhow?â
you keep smiling until the realization hits him all at once and his ears go properly pink.
âoh.â
you donât rescue him.
he gives a tiny, embarrassed laugh. âyouâre impossible.â
you beam up at him and he sighs dramatically.
âfine. give me your hands.â
his voice comes out calmer than he feels. inside, his heart is attempting to win the tournament all over again.
you immediately hold your hands out, far too quickly, like maybe youâd been waiting for that answer. his breath catches for a second, then he takes them.
his hands fold around yours gently, pleasantly warm. you go still. your eyes widen. and immediately your expression melts.
ââŠoh.â liu kang tries not to look too pleased while you stare down at your joined hands, then back up at him. âyou werenât kidding.â
his smile turns smug in real time.
he shrugs. âmm.â
his thumbs begin to move absentmindedly across the backs of your hands, making your stomach flip. he notices, and his smile only gets worse.
you whisper, scandalized, âyour hands are really warm.â
his eyes soften. âtold you.â
for a moment neither of you move. your hands stay tucked between his, the heat of his skin pressed against your chilled fingers.
as you look down, something occurs to you.
slowly, with all the suspicious concentration of someone about to make a bad decision, you pull one hand free. liu kang immediately looks up, but you donât notice.
you turn your palm over, then place it flat against his, palm to palm. your fingers spread slightly against his hand andâ
oh.
your eyes widen. you blink once. twice. then a quiet little giggle escapes you.
liu kang looks at you. you continue to stare at your hands, then finally back at him.
ââŠyour hands are so much bigger than mine.â
liu kangâs brain immediately leaves his body.
because in your head this is playful. a little flirty. maybe youâre teasing him.
but in liuâs headâ
you just voluntarily held his hand. compared hand sizes. and now youâre smiling at him like that.
he looks down.
your hand really does look small against his. your fingers barely line up.
his throat suddenly feels weird.
âoh.â
you glance up. âoh?â
he blinks. ââŠyeah.â
you wait.
he waits.
you raise an eyebrow. âthatâs all?â
his ears get pinker.
he looks back down. ââŠi guess they are.â
you squint. âthat sounded uncertain.â
his mouth opens but immediately closes again.
because what is he supposed to say? yes, your hand is smaller and also very cute and now i canât stop noticing that you chose to hold mine?
he swallows. âi never thought about it.â
thatâs true.
but now? now he is unfortunately thinking about it.
you hum and inspect your hands again, when a small grin spreads across your face.
âyou could probably hold both of mine in one hand.â
his eyes flick to yours.
you hold out both hands expectantly, like this is an entirely normal scientific experiment.
his entire face warms. ââŠwhat?â
you wiggle your fingers. âtry.â
you are entirely too pleased with yourself.
liu kang lets out the smallest, helpless laugh. then slowly he takes both your hands.
and yeah.
he can.
his fingers wrap around both of yours with room to spare.
you stare. your mouth drops open. then you look at him with genuine delight.
âno way.â
liu kang makes the mistake of looking at your expression.
your eyes are bright. your smile is soft. you look weirdly impressed.
his heart trips over itself.
you squeeze his hand lightly. âyouâre like a furnace.â
he laughs under his breath.
you keep staring at your hands in his until your eyes narrow.
a thought appears. liu kang sees it happen in real time.
his smile immediately turns suspicious. ââŠwhat.â
you look up, dead serious.
âwe should have a thumb war.â
he blinks. ââŠwhat?â
you nod once, very solemn. âa thumb war.â
he stares.
then he gives you this long, deeply unimpressed look that says i know exactly whatâs happening here.
his mouth twitches. âyou are so drunk.â
your jaw drops, immediately offended.
you smack his arm lightly. âexcuse you?â
he laughs. âyou are.â
you sit up straighter and point a finger at him. âi am not.â
his eyebrows rise.
you squint. then you narrow your eyes and lean closer. ââŠyouâre just scared youâll lose.â
silence. then liu kang slowly turns to look at you. one eyebrow goes up.
that look. the one that says you really want to commit to this?
âyou really wanna test that theory?â
you immediately bite your lip trying not to grin. your shoulders square as you puff up like youâre preparing for battle. you tuck one leg under yourself and hold your hand up, all confidence.
âall iâm hearing is excuses.â
liu kang looks at you. at your tiny hand. at your face. then sighs, fond and completely doomed.
ââŠfine.â
your eyes immediately light up.
he shifts and repositions your hands. his fingers are still warm around yours, and you are suddenly much more aware of this than before.
he clears his throat. ââŠready?â
you nod seriously.
you hook thumbs.
âoneâŠâ
youâre already grinning.
âtwoâŠâ
you wiggle your thumb threateningly, and his mouth twitches.
âthree.â
you attack immediately. unfortunately, you forgot one crucial thing:
liu kang has the reflexes of a trained fighter.
your thumb barely moves an inch before youâre captured. his thumb presses yours down. pinned. done. two seconds. maximum.
you gasp. ânoâ waitââ
you twist dramatically, but he doesnât move.
you squeal. âoh my godâ noâ this is rigged!â
liu kang starts laughing while you squirm, trying to break free while giggling helplessly.
ârelease me!â
heâs smiling so hard now. âyou challenged me.â
you try harder.
youâre still trapped.
your shoulders shake with laughter. âno fairâ your hands are giganticââ
his eyes sparkle. âthat sounds like losing.â
you gasp again, smacking his arm with your free hand. his grin gets brighter, but he still doesnât let go. you realize after a second when your eyes flick down.
your hand is still trapped under his. thumb war over. victory established. no reason whatsoever to still be holding your hand.
he notices you noticing, and his expression flickers. for one second he looks like he might let go. but insteadâ
his fingers shift, gentler now but still holding your hand. his smile softens.
ââŠdo you surrender?â
you look at him. his ears are pink. his eyes are warm. and suddenly you remember you actually do have a big fat crush on him and this is honestly rude timing.
you look away and mumble quietly, ââŠmaybe.â
his smile goes completely helpless, thumb brushing over yours once before he finally lets go.
eventually your laughter dies down, but your face still feels warm from losing. liu kangâs hand has been gone for at least thirty seconds and somehow you still notice the absence.
you straighten dramatically, bravely deciding on your next move.
âwe should play a drinking game.â
liu turns slowly, expression immediately suspicious.
ââŠa drinking game?â
you nod.
he looks at your cup. then at you. then back at your cup.
âas if you havenât had enough?â
your face falls instantly into a sad little pout. his resolve lasts maybe three seconds.
he sighs. ââŠfine.â
your entire face lights up and you pat his shoulder. âgood boy.â
liu kang freezes.
you freeze.
silence.
your eyes widen. you slowly retract your hand. ââŠokay that just⊠slipped out.â
his raises one eyebrow.
you point vaguely. âpretend i didnât say that.â
then you immediately start giggling into your hands. liu kang looks away, ears pink.
he clears his throat. âwhat game?â
ânever have i ever.â
his expression immediately says this feels dangerous already, but he agrees.
it starts innocent.
ânever have i ever broken a bone.â
he drinks.
you gasp. âyou have?!â
training stories happen. you laugh.
another round.
ânever have i ever stolen food.â
you drink.
he looks delighted. âseriously?â
you defend yourself passionately.
things continue.
and then, somewhere â unfortunately â the invisible line is crossed where your ideas become progressively worse.
you clear your throat dramatically. ânever have i ever had a crush on someone in this room.â
liu kang pauses. you pause.
he looks at his cup. you look at his cup.
he looks at you. you immediately collapse into laughter.
but thenâ
he quietly takes a sip.
your laughter stops. your eyes widen. his expression just goes calm and unreadable, and your brain cannot process this.
you point. âyou drank.â
he shrugs. your ears start heating.
next round.
youâre grinning now, far too pleased with yourself.
ânever have i everâŠâ
you think. your eyes narrow. thenâ
ââŠhad a thing for guys with long hair.â
liu kang chokes on his drink. you immediately start laughing.
his eyes narrow. ââŠyou are impossible.â
you giggle, then drink. his eyes flick to you, then quickly away.
another round passes, and your questions start becoming increasingly less subtle. not explicit, but enough to make liu kang realize where this is headed.
he catches your wrist gently. when you look up, his expression is soft. patient.
ââŠokay.â
he takes your cup and sets it aside.
you frown. âwhat?â
his mouth twitches. âi think weâre done.â
you whine. âwhyyy?â
he gives you this look. undeniably warm. but so, so amused.
because he absolutely knows youâre going to wake up tomorrow and remember half of this and want to evaporate.
his thumb taps lightly against your knuckles. âyouâre going to regret saying all this.â
you immediately defend yourself. âi regret nothing.â
his smile gets impossibly gentle. ââŠthatâs because youâre drunk.â
you squint at him.
he just gives you this patient look for a moment, then finally stands. âyou need to go to bed.â
you gasp like he just announced the end of joy. ânooo.â
you fold your arms, pouting.
his mouth twitches. âyouâre tired.â
you immediately shake your head.
your body chooses that exact moment to sway. he reaches out automatically to steady you.
you point at him. âtraitor.â
his smile widens. then softens.
he crouches slightly so heâs more eye level, voice impossible soft. ââŠcome on.â
your face crumples. you look⊠genuinely distressed. âbut⊠iâll be lonely.â
that one lands directly in his chest.
he looks away for a second and sighs.
then quietly, âiâll walk you back.â
you brighten instantly.
he holds up one finger. âBUTââ
your eyes narrow.
he gives you a serious look. âyou have to behave.â
you go still for a moment, then immediately straighten. big eyes. hands folded in your lap.
you nod once. very solemn. ââŠokay.â
you look absurdly sincere.
and liu kang almost laughs.
because he knows you are absolutely not going to behave. but you look so earnest.
his expression softens helplessly and he offers you his hand. âcome on.â
you squeal, immediately linking your arm through his, then proceed to lean approximately seventy percent of your body weight into him.
liu kang glances over. ââŠare you walking or am i carrying you?â
you smile dreamily. âyes.â
he laughs quietly and lets you stay leaning on him.
the walk back is slow. mostly because if he moves too fast you stumble. your shoulder keeps bumping his arm. sometimes your head brushes his shoulder. every time it happens he pretends not to notice. you keep talking nonsense, and he keeps answering.
when you get to your room he opens the door and guides you inside. you immediately sit on the bed with your hands folded, perfect posture. like you are the worldâs drunkest princess.
liu kang turns on the lamp and warm light spills across the room. without a word, he kneels down and stars helping you with your shoes, quiet and gentle.
you sit there watching him. and suddenly your chest feels funny.
a small sigh slips out, all dreamy and soft.
ââŠliuâŠâ
he looks up immediately, like nothing else in the room exists. his expression is so attentive, so patient.
âmm?â
a slow, absolutely evil, shit-eating grin spreads across your face. your eyes narrow. you look exactly like someone who has discovered state secrets.
liu kang immediately looks suspicious.
you lean forward, point at him, and very quietly murmurâ
ââŠyou like me.â
liu kang freezes.
his eyes flick away, mouth pressing together as he tries to bite back a smile. but he fails.
he looks back at you, cheeks growing pinker by the second.
then quietly he responds, ââŠwas that a question orâŠ?â
you giggle and shake your head, flopping backward onto your hands. âmm-mm.â
you smile at him, soft and sleepy. ââŠnope.â
you point again. âyou like meee.â
liu kang closes his eyes and sighs. but his shoulders shake once, like heâs losing an internal battle.
ââŠyouâre drunk.â
you gasp. âdeflection!â
you lean closer and poke his bicep. his entire body stills. you poke again.
your voice goes sing-song. âyouâre not denying ittttt.â
his face heats instantly. he rolls his eyes and looks away. you stare, waiting as his silence stretches. your grin only gets wider every second he doesnât respond.
âoh my god.â you stare at him, then whisper, ââŠyou really do.â
he sighs again, smiling helplessly.
he shakes his head. and finally without looking at you, he quietly saysâ
ââŠyouâre supposed to be behaving.â
you immediately gasp. because that was not a denial.
youâre still grinning when he finally gets your shoes off and helps you lie down properly, pulling the blanket up to your chin like youâre something precious. he lingers for a second at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an expression so soft it makes your chest ache even through the alcohol haze.
âsleep,â he says quietly.
you reach out and catch his sleeve before he can go.
ââŠstay until i fall asleep?â
he hesitates for a moment.
then sighs, the fondest sound in the world.
he sits on the edge of the bed. ââŠonly until you fall asleep.â
you smile, already half-gone, and mumble into the pillow, âknew you liked me.â
his quiet laugh is the last thing you hear before sleep takes you. and somewhere in the dark, warm fingers brush your hair back from your forehead.
like a promise heâs not ready to say out loud yet, but you both know itâs there.
I think if I were in the mortal Kombat movie universe, first of all I'd be totally useless, 0 physical skills.
But I know I'd be such a pick me for Liu, like haven't you seen how he softly takes care of women? When he insisted Sonya to eat and get stronger and when he helped Cole's wife and daughter so softly
Gee, I need that so bad. Like id CASUALLY need his help with the most insignificant thing just to have him beside me.
I'm I that desperate? Or accurate?
NO STOPPPP YOU HAVE ME GIGGLING AND TWIRLING MY HAIR JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
like⊠liuuu my hands are so cold đ„ș
he is so acts of service coded and itâs so unperformative like itâs just instinctual god love him
I have to admit that I didn't watch the movies until yesterday. I followed you because I like your writings and obviously I like the lore of the games, but now I UNDERSTAND the obsession with Movie Liu Kang.
My god, he's just so YUMMY. Like an angel, so cute. Now I'm obsessed
This is YOUR FAULT đ«” (Not complaining tho)
LITERALLYYY YUMMY IS THE BEST WORD FOR IT YOU ARE SO RUGHT
Sooo, idk how well this will work, but if you're able to, is it possible to make a virgin!Kung Lao x reader smut? I REALLY liked the Liu Kang one, and now I'm curious đđ tysm for your time! đ
DONEEE this was the fastest iâve ever done a request lmao thank you for this one! it was so fun trying to think how he would be but i hope you like it :3
synopsis: thereâs a first time for everyone, even the greatest of champions. kung lao tries to play it cool, insisting this is no big deal⊠but the second heâs inside you, all that bravado crumbles.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: virgin!lao x soft dom!reader, fingering, slight anxiety/performance anxiety, p in v, creampie, aftercare
word count: 3.1k
requested by: anon
the kisses had started playful, the way they usually did, with kung lao nipping at your bottom lip with that cocky little smirk you could feel against your mouth. but tonight something was different. the adrenaline from earlier training still hummed under his skin, and the longer you kissed him, the more it shifted into something raw and hungry.
he pulled you down onto his bed without breaking the kiss, hands greedy as he rolled you beneath him. the weight of his body pressed you into the mattress, warm and solid. his tongue slid against yours, deep and demanding, while one hand palmed your breast through your thin shirt. a low sound rumbled in his chest when you arched into him.
âbeen thinking about you all day,â he muttered against your lips before diving back in, kissing you like he wanted to devour you.
your hands pushed at his outer robes, shoving the heavy fabric off his shoulders. he helped you eagerly, shrugging it off and tossing it somewhere behind him. the thin undershirt underneath clung to his toned chest and shoulders. you ran your palms over the firm muscle, feeling the heat of his skin, and he groaned into your mouth.
clothes started disappearing fast.
he sat up just enough to yank your shirt over your head, throwing it aside. the moment your breasts were bare his mouth was on them, wet kisses and teasing bites that made you gasp. his hand squeezed one while his tongue flicked over the other nipple until it pebbled under his attention. you tugged at the tie of his pants, but he distracted you by sucking hard on your breast, leaving a mark that would definitely show tomorrow.
âlaoââ you breathed, fingers threading through his dark hair.
he answered by kissing lower, tongue dragging down your stomach as his hands worked your pants open. in one smooth motion he peeled them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him. the hungry way his eyes raked over your body made heat pool low in your belly.
âfuck, look at you,â he murmured, voice rough. his hands smoothed up your thighs, spreading them wider so he could settle between them again.
you reached for him, pulling him back down into another filthy kiss. the hard line of his cock pressed against your bare thigh through his thin pants, and you both moaned at the contact. his hands were everywhere: squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, sliding up to pinch your nipples while he rocked against you.
the kiss turned messier, more desperate. you could feel how worked up he was in the way he panted against your mouth, the way his hips rolled in shallow thrusts like he couldnât help it. when you sucked on his tongue he actually shivered, a broken sound escaping him.
your fingers finally slipped under the waistband of his pants, brushing the trail of hair below his navel before wrapping around the hot, thick length of his cock.
he jolted.
hard.
his entire body tensed above you, hips stuttering, a sharp inhale cutting through the heavy breathing. then the mask snapped back into place. he let out a chuckle that was almost convincing, flashing that cocky grin while his hand covered yours, guiding the pace.
âeasy there,â he drawled, voice rough around the edges. ânot everyoneâs had the honor of a championâs attention before.â
you could see straight through it. the slight hitch in his breathing. the way his ears burned red. the faint tremble in his thigh under your leg. he was deflecting hard, trying to play it off like he was just selective, just picky, just better than casual flings. but you knew better.
still, you wouldnât call him on it. not right now. right now, looked like a startled, anxious dog. one wrong move and he might overcompensate or shut down completely. you wanted this to be good for him. so you stayed soft, patient, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth.
âmmm. lucky me then,â you murmured against his lips, stroking him gently, unhurried.
kung lao exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering for a moment before he redirected hard. his hands gripped your waist and flipped you beneath him in one smooth motion, that familiar cocky smirk back in full force even if it didnât quite reach his eyes.
âmy turn,â he said, already kissing down your neck, your chest, your stomach. âlet me take care of you first.â
he was buying time. you both knew it. but gods, he was good at redirection.
his fingers were skilled, years of training translating into devastating patience as he worked two digits into you, curling just right while his thumb circled your clit. he watched your face like it was the most important fight of his life, cataloging every gasp and moan. when you arched and moaned his name, his own cock twitched hard against your thigh, but he didnât rush.
he added a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. the wet sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked cunt filled the room alongside your whimpers. he was relentless, focused, almost desperate in his attention to your pleasure. like if he made you cum hard enough on his hand, you wouldnât notice how nervous he was.
âlaoâŠâ you tugged at his hair, hips rolling against his palm. âi want you. please.â
he groaned against your skin, forehead dropping to your collarbone for a second. you felt the brief internal panic â this is actually happening, donât fuck this up â in the way his shoulders tensed. but he pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, and positioned himself between your thighs.
his hand shook just slightly as he gripped the base of his cock, guiding the head through your soaked folds. he fumbled a little, pressing against your entrance, slipping up to your clit, then adjusting again, his usual precision nowhere to be found. you could see the frustration and nerves flashing across his face before he tried to hide it.
you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw.
âdo you want me to be on top?â you whispered softly.
kung laoâs eyes snapped to yours, looking almost offended at the suggestion. his brows drew together, that stubborn pride flaring for a moment.
âno, no⊠iâm fine,â he insisted, voice tight. he tried for a smirk but it came out strained.
you nodded, whispering back, âokay.â
but you could see how nervous he really was. it was in the slight tremble in his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, the way he was gripping himself a little too hard.
he lined up again and pushed forward.
the first inch stretched you open with a delicious burn. kung laoâs jaw clenched tight, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he sank deeper. he tried so hard to stay composed, eyes narrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line, but the cracks showed almost immediately. his breath hitched when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside your tight heat.
âfuckâŠâ he breathed, voice wrecked.
he started moving, strong, deep thrusts right from the start, like he was determined to prove he could handle this. each roll of his hips drove him in hard, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. for a few moments he kept the rhythm steady, powerful, exactly like the champion he was.
but the pleasure was too much for him.
his rhythm started to falter. his jaw unclenched as his mouth fell open, heavy breaths spilling out with every thrust. his hands fisted tightly in the sheets on either side of your head, knuckles pale. he was so eager, so desperate, overcompensating with the force of his strokes, but he couldnât keep the steady pace. it felt too good and he was losing control.
overwhelmed, he dropped down, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a shaky groan. his hips kept moving, erratic and needy now, hot puffs of breath against your skin.
you gently turned his face back toward you, cupping his cheek.
âplease,â you whispered, eyes locked on his, âjust let me ride you.â
he hesitated, chest heaving. that stubborn need to prove something, to be the best, to be in control, flickered across his flushed face. for a second you thought he might refuse.
but then something in him gave in.
with a low, frustrated sound, he rolled over, pulling out of you with a wet slide. he landed on his back, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes almost distant as he stared up at the ceiling.
when you began climbing back over him, straddling his hips, you watched his reaction. and for the first time since youâd known him, kung lao looked⊠vulnerable. his cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and he kept glancing up at your eyes only to look away again, like he couldnât quite hold your gaze. his jaw was clenched tight, the muscle ticking.
you smiled sweetly down at him, soft and patient. cupping his jaw with both hands, you leaned in and kissed him, reassuring him with your lips. he kissed you back, but there was a tremor in it. when you pulled away, he exhaled deeply through his nose, shoulders dropping just a fraction.
you brushed your thumb gently along his jaw, stroking the tense line there.
âitâs okay if youâre nervous, you knowâŠâ you whispered, forehead resting lightly against his. âyou donât have to pretend with me.â
he let out a short, defensive laugh under his breath and turned his head to the side, staring at the wall for a moment. the sound was pure kung lao, trying to brush it off, to save face. but after a few heartbeats, the tension in his expression eased, and he actually gave a small nod.
his hand came up to squeeze your hip, fingers digging in with a quiet kind of gratitude. the gesture said everything his pride wouldnât let him voice out loud.
you stroked your fingers through his hair, pushing the messy strands back from his forehead. âready?â
he finally looked up at you again, eyes dark and glassy with want. he gave another small nod.
you sank down onto him inch by inch, taking every part of him until your ass was flush against his hips. the stretch was perfect, full and deep.
kung laoâs eyes were locked on the place where your bodies joined, staring at your pussy stretched around the base of his cock. a tiny, stunned âfuckâŠâ slipped out of him, barely above a whisper.
you started moving in slow, sultry rolls, smoother and steadier than the frantic rhythm heâd tried earlier. his breath was already shaking underneath you, chest rising and falling unevenly as he fought to stay in control.
you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and whispered against his lips, âdoes it feel good?â
he grunted deeply, the sound raw and honest. âyeah⊠yeah, baby, it doesâŠâ
his hands squeezed your hips hard, fingers digging in like he needed something solid to ground himself.
you smiled and picked up the pace, starting to bounce on his cock with steady, wet strokes. his eyes flicked up to your tits, watching them move with every rise and fall of your body. his eyelids fluttered closed and another soft âfuckâ escaped him.
you couldnât help smiling. biting back a little giggle, you teased gently, âyou like the view, lao?â
he let out a breathless chuckle, eyes still closed, cheeks burning.
âfuck offâŠâ he muttered, embarrassed but clearly relaxing bit by bit beneath you, his body loosening as pleasure overtook the nerves.
then you ground down deeper, rolling your hips so his cock rubbed perfectly against that spot inside you. his eyes flew open and a small, needy moan slipped out before he could stop it.
the second he heard himself, panic flashed across his face. but you didnât give him time to overthink. you moaned right back, loud and genuine, and pulled him into a filthy kiss, tongue sliding against his messily.
the moment he realized you werenât going to judge him, that you were just as turned on by every sound and reaction he made, the embarrassment began to crack and melt away.
and what was left was pure greedy hunger.
his hands slid up your waist, gripping tighter as he started thrusting up to meet your bounces, no longer trying to hide how much he wanted this, how much he wanted you.
that greedy hunger took over completely. kung laoâs hands roamed your body as you rode him, sliding up to squeeze your breasts, then back down to grip your ass, guiding you harder onto his cock. his hips snapped up to meet every bounce, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the room along with his ragged groans.
but as his thrusts grew more desperate, his rhythm turning sloppy and frantic, you felt him start to tense again. his orgasm was building fast⊠and apparently it was too fast for his liking.
that flicker of nervousness returned to his eyes.
you slowed your movements just a little, rolling your hips deep and grinding against him as you brushed his hair back.
âyouâre getting close?â you asked softly.
he nodded quickly, jaw tight, but after a second his voice came out small and uncertain.
âi⊠i donât know if i can,â he whispered, embarrassed again. âiâmâŠâ
nervous. he couldnât say it.
âshh, itâs okay,â you reassured him gently, still moving on his cock. âyouâre doing so good, lao. honest.â
you reached down between your bodies and started rubbing tight circles over your clit, gasping at the added pleasure. âiâll cum with you,â you promised, voice breathy. âweâll do it together.â
kung laoâs eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense. he stared at you like you were the only thing in the world, watching every flutter of your lashes and every twitch of your expression as you worked yourself closer to the edge right on top of him. his hands stayed firmly on your hips, holding you as you rode him.
your breathing grew faster, turning into high-pitched pants and moans. the pressure inside you coiled tighter and tighter.
âfuck, laoââ your voice cracked. âiâm gonna cum. iâm gonna cum on your cock. please, please cum with meââ
his eyes never left yours. the raw need in your voice, the way you were falling apart on top of him, because of him, finally pushed him over.
kung lao let out a deep, broken moan as his orgasm hit hard. his cock pulsed inside you, hips jerking up erratically while he spilled deep, filling you with hot, thick spurts. at the same moment, your own climax crashed over you, walls clenching rhythmically around him as you moaned his name, trembling on top of him.
you stayed locked together like that, eyes still locked, breathing each otherâs air as the pleasure rolled through both of you in long, shuddering waves.
you stayed like that for a long while, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in as the aftershocks rolled through both of you. his hands stroked slowly up and down your back, almost absentmindedly, while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. the room was quiet except for the sound of your slowing breaths.
eventually you lifted yourself off of him with a soft, wet sound. as you moved to the side, kung laoâs eyes dropped between your legs. a thick trail of his cum was already leaking out of your pussy, slowly dripping down your thigh.
he stared.
not with that usual cocky hunger, this was something softer. his lips parted slightly, eyes wide with quiet awe. like he couldnât quite believe what he was seeing. what the two of you had just done. he reached out instinctively, his thumb gently brushing through the mess on your skin, almost reverent.
âshitâŠâ he whispered, voice barely there. just pure, stunned wonder.
you gave him a small, fond smile before climbing off the bed to grab a clean cloth and some water. you cleaned yourself first, then gently wiped him down. he let you, unusually docile, watching your every movement with that same soft, dazed expression.
once you were both clean, you crawled back into bed. kung lao immediately rolled into you, smushing his face between your neck and shoulder like he was trying to hide inside you. he tangled his legs with yours, one thigh hooked over your hip, and wrapped his strong arms tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
you couldnât help the soft, astonished laugh that escaped you.
âoh my godâŠâ you whispered, amusement evident in your tone, âi domesticated you.â
he stiffened for half a second.
âuh, no?â he mumbled against your neck, voice muffled. âiâm just⊠tired.â
you bit your lip to keep from laughing. he stayed completely glued to you anyway.
âi mean, i did just fuck you that good,â he continued, clearly trying to salvage some dignity even while clinging like a koala. âtook a lot out of me. obviously iâm tired. that was⊠intense. champion-level performance, you know?â
you stroked his hair, grinning. âmhm. yeah. tired. sure.â
you could feel the heat of his blush blooming against your skin, cheeks burning where they pressed into your neck and shoulder. he let out a grumpy little huff but didnât move a single inch.
eventually the defensive rambling trailed off. he went quiet again, all soft and warm and pliant, just breathing against you, arms still wrapped securely around your waist.
you kept running your fingers through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. the silence that settled over you both was comfortable, intimate. for once, kung lao wasnât trying to fill it with cocky jokes or grand declarations. he was just⊠here, holding you, happily.
after a long moment, he pressed a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, barely a brush of lips.
ââŠstay,â he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.
you smiled, tightening your arms around him. âiâm not going anywhere.â
he exhaled, long and content, and nuzzled deeper into the crook of your neck. within minutes his breathing evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep, still tangled up in you like he couldnât bear to let go even now.
you stayed awake a little longer, just listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of the man who usually acted like the whole world was his to conquer⊠now curled up against you like heâd finally found somewhere safe to rest.
synopsis: your daughter is starting preschool today, and liu kang is experiencing both the proudest and most terrifying moment of his life.
genre: domestic fluff, soft girl dad liu kang <3
word count: 1.8k
september: her first day
you wake to an empty bed, the sheets on liu kangâs side already cool. a quiet smile tugs at your lips before you even open your eyes fully, because you know exactly where he is.
padding down the hallway in your slippers, you push open the door to your daughterâs room. the sight that greets you is so achingly sweet it makes your chest tighten.
liu kang is curled on his side in the too-small bed, one arm protectively draped over your four-year-old. his long dark hair is loose and spilling across the pink pillowcase, and their faces are so close their noses are nearly touching. your little girlâs tiny hand is fisted in the front of his sleep shirt like sheâd been afraid he might disappear in the night. the nightlight still glows softly in the corner, casting gentle shadows.
he must have slipped in sometime after you fell asleep, probably around 3 a.m. when the anxious father in him won out over the calm monk.
you cross the room quietly and brush a strand of hair from his face. his eyes flutter open immediately, those warm brown eyes softening the moment they find you.
âgood morning, beloved,â he whispers, voice still husky with sleep. he glances down at the sleeping girl between you and smiles, small and almost shy. âshe had a bad dream. i⊠could not leave her.â
âi know,â you murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then one to your daughterâs chubby cheek. âtime to wake up, darling. big day today.â
she stirs with a little whine, burying her face in liu kangâs chest. he chuckles low and fond, rubbing her back softly. âcome, little one. the world is waiting for you.â
getting her ready turns into the kind of morning that makes your heart feel too big for your body.
liu kang is meticulous. he sits on the edge of her bed with her in his lap, carefully brushing her hair until it shines, then braiding it into two perfect plaits with little ribbons that match her dress. the dress itself is a soft yellow with tiny embroidered dragons along the hem â shorts underneath, because your husband is nothing if not thorough. he helps her into brand new light-up shoes that flash with every step, and when she stomps excitedly, the delight on his face is pure.
you head downstairs to pack her bag and make lunch while they finish up. a few minutes later, little footsteps thunder down the stairs followed by liu kangâs quieter ones.
âmama!â she cries, launching herself at your legs. then she spots the lunchbox on the counter and her face falls into the most dramatic pout youâve ever seen. âmamaaa, you didnât cut them rightâŠâ
you blink, staring at the perfectly normal triangular sandwiches. âwhat do you mean, baby?â
liu kang appears in the doorway, looking mildly sheepish. he rubs the back of his hand, a tell youâve come to adore. âshe⊠prefers them cut into stars.â
you look from your pouting daughter to your ridiculously powerful, god-like husband who is currently avoiding eye contact. âstars.â
he nods once, already moving to take over. âi will handle it. you have done enough, my heart.â
of course he knows how to cut sandwiches into perfect little stars. of course he does.
when everything is packed â tiny backpack with her name embroidered on it, lunchbox full of star sandwiches and apple slices â he lifts her onto his hip and carries her to the car. she chatters the entire drive, swinging her legs so her light-up shoes keep flashing.
âiâm gonna make so many friends! and iâll tell them my baba can breathe fire but he doesnât because heâs nice. and iâll show them how i can do cartwheels and maybe theyâll let me play with themâŠâ
you glance over at liu in the passenger seat. heâs quiet, eyes distant as he watches the world pass by out the window, jaw just a little clenched. you reach over and rest your hand on his thigh, and he covers it with his own immediately.
when you pull up to the preschool, the parking lot is full of excited kids and emotional parents. you park, but liu kang doesnât move right away. your daughter is still talking a mile a minute in the back seat.
you squeeze his hand. âsheâs going to be okay, liu. sheâs brave. just like her father.â
he exhales slowly, then turns to look at you with that soft expression he saves only for family. âi know. but she is still so small. my little flame...â
you all climb out of the car, your daughter bouncing with excitement at first, holding both your hands and skipping between you. but the moment you reach the gate, she sees the crowd of new kids and the big classroom beyond, and her steps falter.
she turns around, looking up at liu kang with wide eyes. âbaba⊠do i have to go? maybe i can go a different day.â
liu kangâs face crumples. he crouches down immediately, taking her little hands in his much larger ones. you can already see him softening, ready to scoop her up and go home.
you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at you, eyes pleading.
âmaybe sheâs not ready?â he whispers. âmaybe one more year?â
you roll your eyes lovingly and crouch down beside them both.
âsweetheart,â you say, brushing her cheek, âyou are so ready for this. you can do scary things. you can do hard things. and we will be right here waiting the second youâre done. baba and i are so proud of you already.â
liu kang watches you, then nods slowly, drawing strength from your words. he presses a kiss to her forehead. âyour mother is right. you carry fire in your heart. now go, show them how brightly you shine.â
inside the classroom, the noise and colors are overwhelming but cheerful. while you speak with the teacher, liu kang spots a colorful picture book with a friendly dragon on the cover. he immediately guides your daughter over to it, kneeling beside her as she flips through the pages, momentarily distracted and smiling again.
when itâs finally time to leave, she turns those big puppy eyes on him, the very eyes she inherited from him. âbaba, donât goâŠâ
liu kang looks like his heart is physically breaking. you have to slip your arm through his and start guiding him toward the door.
âdonât look back,â you whisper firmly, though your own eyes are misty.
he makes it all the way to the car before the dam breaks. the second the doors close, liu kang buries his face in his hands and cries, shaky little sobs that shake his broad shoulders. you lean over the console and pull him into your arms, stroking his hair as he clings to you.
âi know,â you murmur against his temple. âsheâs going to be okay. sheâs ready.â
about thirty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification from the preschool app. liu kang literally jumps, fumbling to open it with shaking hands.
itâs a photo: your daughter sitting happily at a little table, laughing with two other girls as they play with blocks. she looks completely settled, bright-eyed and joyful.
you beam. âlook at her! sheâs making friends already! sheâs doing it, liu!â
he stares at the picture for a long moment, a small smile tugging at his lips⊠before his expression turns a little sulky. he leans back in the seat with a soft huff.
âshe has already forgotten about us,â he mumbles, eyes fixed on the photo like it personally betrayed him. âshe does not need me anymore.â
you canât help but laugh, cupping his face and kissing the pout from his lips. âoh liu, my sweet, dramatic husband. she loves you more than anything. this is just the beginning. sheâll come running to you tonight with a million stories.â
he sighs, but the sulk softens as he leans into your touch, resting his forehead against yours. âi miss her.â
âi know. me too.â
by the time pickup comes, liu kang is physically shaking with anticipation.
the classroom door opens and there she is, her tiny backpack strapped to her shoulders and a slightly crumpled piece of artwork clutched proudly in one hand. but the moment her eyes land on liu kang, everything drops â backpack, paper, all of it. she lets out a delighted shriek and runs full speed, arms wide open, straight into her babaâs arms. liu kang catches her instantly, scooping her up and crushing her to his chest like sheâd been gone for three years instead of three hours.
âmy little flame,â he murmurs, voice thick and trembling with relief as he breathes in her scent. âi missed you so much.â
you smile at the sight of them, then slip inside to speak with the teacher.
âi have to tell you,â you say with a soft laugh, âliu really appreciated that update photo you sent earlier. i think it kept him from falling apart completely.â
the teacher chuckles warmly. âthatâs adorable. honestly, she talked about almost nothing except her baba. how he cuts her sandwiches into stars, how he braids her hair, how heâs the strongest and kindest person in the world⊠it was very sweet.â
your heart feels too big for your chest. you turn to gather the discarded backpack and artwork from the floor. unfolding the paper, you see itâs a colorful âall about meâ template â little boxes for name, age, favorite food, color, animal, and so on. but what catches your eye is the last box: what means the most to me.
on top of your daughterâs enthusiastic squiggles and dots, the teacher had neatly labeled it: my baba.
you stare at it, throat tightening, heart threatening to leap out of your chest. the love in those messy lines, the certainty of it⊠you canât help but feel overwhelmingly lucky in this moment. lucky to have this man, this sweet, devoted, beautiful man, as the father of your child.
the teacher notices you staring and smiles gently. âshe was very certain.â
you blink back happy tears and fold the paper carefully, stepping back outside.
liu kang is still holding your daughter, listening with rapt attention as she babbles about her day, every little detail spilling out between giggles. you walk over and hold up the artwork.
âlook what she made, liu.â
your daughter immediately points at the squiggly box with pride.
âthatâs you, baba!â she announces, poking the paper. âmy favorite thing.â
liu kangâs breath catches. he stares at the drawing, then at her, eyes glistening. for a moment you think he might cry again, relief washing over the earlier fear that sheâd already outgrown him, that she didnât need her baba anymore. instead, she had been thinking of him the whole time.
he presses his face into her hair, voice rough with emotion. âthank you, little one⊠that means everything to me.â
her first day has been emotional for everyone.
but especially for liu kang, who loves her so deeply it undoes him in the most beautiful ways.
I was wondering if you could make a Kung Lao and Liu Kang (from the second movie) x reader? I want it to just like in the scene where they first saw Kung Lao as a revenant and then the rest is up to you (it could be smut, fluff, or angst)
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hiii i just posted a revenant!lao x reader! itâs not exactly what you wanted since liu isnât in it but i hope you enjoy it đ„ș
synopsis: you are faced with the revenant of your dead lover in the tournament. when combat isnât enough, you drag him back from the grave the only way you know how â with your body.
genre: explicit smut (18+), darkfic/intense angst, hate sex/enemies to lovers (kind of)
warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, grief (dead lover), graphic violence & fighting (choking, throwing, blood), p in v, rough sex, choking, creampie
word count: 2.4k
requested by: anon (1, 2)
you materialized in the middle of a vast stone hall, the air thick with sulfur and the low hum of dark magic. pillars rose like black teeth around you. this wasnât the championsâ gathering point. this was the arena theyâd chosen for the next slaughter.
and across the blood-stained floor stood kung lao.
your kung lao.
or the thing wearing his skin.
same height, same broad shoulders, same ridiculous hat tilted at that arrogant angle you used to knock off before you kissed him. but the skin was ashen, pulled tight over sharp bone. dark veins crawled beneath the surface like ink. his eyes burned with netherrealm fire, nothing like the warm brown that used to soften when he looked at you after a fight.
your throat closed. the grief youâd been swallowing all this time surged up so fast you almost choked on it.
ââŠlao?â
the name came out cracked, barely air. your hand twitched toward him before you could stop it.
he turned his head slowly. the smirk that curved his mouth was nothing like the one you remembered. this one was sharp enough to cut.
âstill crying over a corpse?â he laughed, the sound low and cruel, echoing off the pillars.
the sound gutted you. you tried to speak again but nothing came out, just a broken sound in your chest.
âthe elder gods should have sent liu kang,â he murmured, voice low and distorted. âhe might have stood a chance.â
he didnât wait anymore.
the fight was vicious from the first second. you were fast, skilled, one of the best left, but he moved like death itself. he was stronger, faster, every strike carrying the weight of his grave. you landed hits that would have dropped any living man; he absorbed them and kept coming. a brutal palm strike to your sternum sent you flying backward into a pillar hard enough to crack stone.
before you could recover he was on you. one hand slammed into the pillar beside your head. the other closed around your throat and pinned you there, lifting until your toes barely scraped the ground. your vision went spotty at the edges. you clawed at his wrist on instinct, nails digging in.
he held you there. but he didnât finish you. not yet.
his fingers dug with just enough pressure to make every breath a fight. his body pressed flush to yours, caging you completely. up close you could see the unnatural glow in his eyes, the way his pupils were blown wide and wrong. but he didnât kill you. his grip stayed exactly where it was, tight and controlled. like he was holding himself back from something worse.
and then it happened.
for one split second the fire in his eyes flickered into something else.
recognition.
memory.
his gaze dropped to your mouth as your lips parted on a gasp, the same lips he used to bite and suck and kiss until you forgot your own name. just a glance, barely there, but you saw it.
he still wanted you. even like this.
the realization hit like lightning, and you stopped fighting to escape.
instead you leaned into the hand around your throat, letting the pressure sharpen everything the way you both used to like. your back arched, chest pushing against his. one leg slid up the outside of his thigh, deliberately slow. you felt the line of his cock against you through the layers of cloth and armor as his eyes widened a fraction.
you didnât speak.
you didnât beg.
you fisted the hair at the back of his neck and yanked him into a brutal kiss, teeth first. you bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper. then you sucked on it, tongue pushing past his teeth like you were trying to crawl inside him and drag him out by force.
he froze against your mouth.
for one terrifying heartbeat his lips were still, his body rigid. then he snarled, completely furious, and ripped away from you. with terrifying strength he hurled you across the hall. you hit the stone floor hard, skidding several feet, the impact jarring every bone. pain flared in your ribs, but you rolled to your feet immediately, breath ragged.
he was already coming at you again.
the fight renewed, and he was faster now, angrier, like that brief contact had only pissed off whatever was controlling him. his hat whistled past your head, nearly taking it off. you landed hits, solid ones, but he absorbed them like they were nothing, revenant energy flaring dark around him.
you were tiring. he wasnât.
yet you kept pressing, refusing to give ground until a lucky sweep took his legs out. he crashed down and you were on him instantly, straddling his hips before he could throw you off again.
you ground down hard on the ridge of his cock, rolling your hips in a filthy, deliberate circle. the friction through the remaining fabric was maddening. you were soaked now, aching and desperate.
âplease, lao,â you gasped, voice raw as you rocked against him again, harder. âplease remember how good it felt.â
his dark, soulless eyes rolled back for a moment before his lids fluttered shut. a low, broken sound escaped his throat as his hips jerked up once, involuntarily, meeting your grind. his hands flew to your thighs, gripping hard, like he couldnât decide whether to pull you closer or shove you away.
then the resistance slammed back in.
his eyes snapped open, glowing brighter, furious. with a roar he bucked violently and kicked you off him. you flew backward again, slamming into another pillar. the air was knocked from your lungs.
but you saw it â the crack. the momentary lapse. the way his chest heaved even though he didnât need air.
he was fighting it. the memories, the want, the history between you⊠and you were winning, slowly.
you pushed yourself up from the cold stone floor, ribs aching, blood on your lip. without hesitation you stripped off what remained of your torn top, letting it drop. the cool air hit your bare skin, nipples tightening. you stood there exposed, breathing hard, eyes locked on his.
but he refused to look down. his glowing eyes stayed fixed on your face, unnervingly distant, like he was forcing himself not to see. his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle jump. feet planted, body rigid, every line of him screaming resistance even as the front of his pants strained.
you stepped toward him cautiously, one measured step at a time until the distance closed. he didnât move or attack this time, just watched you with those burning, conflicted eyes.
when you were close enough, you reached for one of his hands. he didnât stop you. you brought it up and pressed his large, calloused palm over your breast, then squeezed gently over his fingers, forcing him to feel the soft weight, the hardened nipple against his skin.
âlaoâŠâ you whispered. it came out pure need, low and broken and hungry.
for a heartbeat his expression flickered, something almost human bleeding through the revenant mask. his breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary sound.
you kept your hand over his, holding it there, while your other hand dropped lower. you palmed his cock through his pants, rubbing softly, stroking the hard length you knew so well.
he gasped. his hips twitched forward once before he jerked back several steps, breaking the contact like it burned him. but you followed without hesitation, closing the distance again and stepping right into his space.
âmake love to me,â you whispered, voice thick. âlike you used to.â
he snarled, the sound ugly and cruel. âyou think spreading your legs will fix whatâs dead?â the words were venom, meant to wound, but his voice was rougher than before, strained.
you didnât flinch. you stepped even closer, letting your bare breasts brush his armored chest. your hand returned to his cock, stroking firmer this time as you leaned in and spoke low against his ear, filthy and intimate.
âremember how youâd fuck me on the training hall mat after sparring? sweaty and angry you almost lost, pounding into me so hard i couldnât walk the next day⊠your hand around my throat while i squirted all over your cock.â you squeezed him through the fabric. âremember how iâd ride you in your quarters, slow and deep, clenching around you until you begged me to let you finish? or how youâd flip me over and take me from behind, biting my shoulder to keep quiet whenever the others were nearbyâŠâ
his breathing grew ragged. the glow in his eyes dimmed, half-lidded now, pupils blown with something far more human than rage. his hands twitched at his sides like he was physically fighting the urge to grab you.
you kept going, voice a husky murmur, lips brushing his jaw. âyou always loved it when i was loud for you. when iâd moan your name while you filled me up. when youâd choke me just right at the end so everything went white and perfectâŠâ
the resistance was cracking wider. his head tilted slightly toward you, almost against his will. the cruel sneer faltered. his cock throbbed under your hand.
his breathing was already shaky. you didnât wait for another snarl.
you slipped your hand inside his pants and wrapped your fingers around his bare cock, throbbing despite the unnatural chill of his skin. you squeezed him firmly at the base, then stroked upward, thumb sweeping over the sensitive head.
a low, guttural groan tore out of his throat as his whole body shuddered.
he still looked dangerous as hell, like he could snap your neck in the next heartbeat. jaw locked, glowing eyes narrowed, muscles coiled tight. but you looked up at him, silent, pleading with your gaze alone. please. remember me. feel this.
you stroked him steadily for a long minute, slow and tight the way he used to beg for when he was trying to hold back. his hips jerked into your fist once. his breath came in ragged, broken bursts. the glow in his eyes flickered violently.
then he snapped.
with a vicious growl he shoved you hard and you hit the stone floor on your back, the impact knocking the wind from you. he was on you instantly, pinning you down with his full weight. his knees forced your thighs apart. for one terrifying second you thought this was it, as he looked down at you with renewed, savage energy, eyes blazing like the revenant had finally won and he was about to end you.
but he didnât go for your throat.
he ripped away the rest of your clothes, tearing fabric and armor like it had personally offended him. his hands moved fast, almost frantic, and in only seconds you were completely bare beneath him. he only shoved his own pants down enough to free his cock, and drove into you in one brutal thrust.
you cried out at the sudden stretch, back arching hard off the floor. he bottomed out deep, hips flush to yours, and stilled for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt inside your clenching heat.
when he started fucking you, it was raw and desperate, nothing gentle. his hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm, the wet slap of skin echoing through the hall with every deep stroke. but through it all, his eyes never left yours.
he looked unsure. conflicted. the revenant fire still flickered at the edges, but underneath it you saw flashes of the man you loved, memories playing out in his gaze like ghosts. the way he used to watch you come undone. the way his eyes would soften right before he filled you. the hunger, the possession, the love twisted up with raw lust.
you held that stare, refusing to look away even as pleasure tore through you. every thrust dragged over that perfect spot inside, his pelvis grinding against your clit on every downstroke. your hands clutched at his back, nails digging in, pulling him deeper.
you wrapped both legs around his waist and locked your ankles, using the leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. you rolled your hips in that filthy figure-eight you knew drove him insane, clenching around him on every withdrawal like you were trying to keep him inside forever.
âharder,â you gasped, voice wrecked. âyou used to fuck me like you meant it.â
the words hit something deep. his rhythm stuttered, then he gave you exactly what you asked for â deeper, faster, the force of it jarring your bones. one hand stayed braced on the floor beside your head, the other stayed at your hip now, fingers digging bruises into your skin like he was afraid to let go.
he fucked you like he was trying to punish you for making him feel this, for cracking his control. but the longer he held your gaze, the more the uncertainty in his eyes shifted into something hungrier, more desperate, more him. his rhythm grew erratic, deeper, harder. a broken sound escaped him as your walls started fluttering around his cock.
when you came hard, clenching tight around him and moaning through your orgasm, that finally shattered the last of it.
he slammed in deep and followed you over the edge with a raw, guttural sound, pulsing hot inside you. his eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, memories and recognition flooding them as the revenant energy around him dimmed and the glow in his eyes died.
when the aftershocks faded he stayed buried inside you, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. both hands cradled you now, one at the small of your back, the other sliding up to cup your neck, fingers rough and trembling but gentle in your hair.
the cruel mask was gone, and what was left now was raw. confusion. hurt. and underneath it all, recognition. love. the real him, clawing his way back through the revenant haze because your body had reminded him exactly who he belonged to.
he didnât speak. didnât need to. the way he kissed you then said everything. the way his thumb stroked the bruises heâd left on your throat like an apology, the way he didnât pull out, just held you pinned there, cock still twitching inside you, like letting go would break whatever fragile thread had pulled him back.
the tournament still raged somewhere beyond these walls, but youâd brought him back to his senses the only way that mattered. no pretty words, just the truth of your bodies and the history they refused to forget.
he was yours again. and as his arms tightened around you, you only knew one thing with absolute certainty:
whatever came next, you werenât losing him again.
