Hello! ^^ I'm lil, meow, senpai, or sylo which ever you like. I use she/they pronouns, if you don't like using those you can use any^^.I'm an artist mainly but I do sometimes write. My account is strictly 18+ so MDNI. I write mainly for female reader but I can try my hand at any perspective of reader. I'm not always active due to doing other things besides on Tumblr. I'm not 100% confident in my writing but I'm told it's ok? I can write of any fandom I'm not in I just need a basic rundown of the characters personality. Anyways uh I have requests asks and DMS open^^
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CW: grinding, something with smells, gn reader, afab anatomy, p in v, hugging during sex, biting, creampie, cockwarming, pet names (bunny, sugar)
Summary: Deciding to randomly hug Jhonny while he's reading a script leads to something much more fun.
A/n: Actually a continuation on this, originally my dream had a nsfw but instead of the crying but I needed comfort in that momment. But now we get to the better part hehe
Word count: 3.2k
As you lay there on his lap hugging his waist, you rest your head on his chest hearing his heart beat, it quickens slightly you then hear something shifting. The ruffling of his clothes being loud in your ears, but you don't bother to move much you're very comfortable. Your knees buckle from being in the uncomfortable position. Your position changes from holding your hips straight up to kneeling inbetween his legs. It's until you feel his hand inch towards your ass that your mind starts wandering somewhere else.
He seems to have gotten warmer than he was at the beginning. His heart quickening the slightest as you shift to rest your weight on his knee. You look up at him and he's looking down at you through his glasses, they're resting on the tip of his nose and his face is slightly flushed. He let's out a shakey breath before moving his hand to to toss the scrip somewhere. His hand goes to your face as he pulls you in for a kiss, you're now proper up on your knees instead of sitting. That quickly changes as he pulls you up to sit on his lap, that's when you notice it.
He's hard, your eyes almost turn into heart eyes as realization hits you. You lightly grind on him as he groans into the kiss. Your hands rest on his chest as you continue grinding your own moans slipping between the kiss. You two quickly seperate from the kiss to breath "Fuck sugar, you're so fucking hot like that" he says as he rubs your hips, you hum in response a little lost before his hand hooks into the waistband of your shorts.
Your hips instinctively lift up to let him take them off, he chuckles as he does so taking off only from one leg not bothered to fully take them off. "So fucked out already? I haven't even touched you bunny~" he comments as you lay your wet cunt over his covered member. You nod before moving your hips in a circular motion. You lay your head in the crook of his neck taking in his scent once again. You let out a pathetic moan at the sensation, his scent taking over your mind and the feeling of his rock hard cock against your cunt the added rough texture of his pants driving you crazy.
You're driving yourself crazy and you haven't even got him unclothed yet. He chuckles as he watches you grind on him occasionally letting out some groans. You soon start letting out small whimpers as you get closer to your release moving your hips faster but in an uncoordinated manner. Your hands ball up his shirt as you try to get there on your own but you groan in frustration not being fully there to do so.
Jhonny takes notice and places both hands on your waist, he slowly starts to move your hips until he has full control of them "There ya go just like that" he says as you slowly start moving your hips with him. "There ya go bunny, c'mon finish for me I know you can do it" he compliments as he helps you to your release. You sit up to properly grind on him as you look down watching as his hands move you, pathetic whimpers leaving you. "C'mon make that pretty cunt messy for me~" he says once again almost guiding you through it as your hips start to stutter, then you feel that build up come to an end as you cum. You let out a broken moan as you place your hands on Jhonny's hips. He helps you ride your high out "that's a good bunny" he compliments as he slows your hips your hands move along his belt until you reach the buckle.
He goes to move your hands away saying " Hey you don't have t-" you cut him off before he finishes "I want to... I-I fucking need it, so fucking badly" you say as you sit back on his lap clumsily undoing his belt buckle, he chuckles at how eager you're being. Your ears perk up at the sound of the buckle finally being undone, you almost drool as you hear the zipper go down. He groans as the uncomfortable feeling of his dick being trapped subsides.
You pull his dick out and that's when you really drool, you're always amazed at how big he is. He's the right size and girth, he stretches you out so well. You spread his own precum over his tip, a hissed out moan leaving his lips at the sensation. He watches you as you pump his dick a few times, his hands gripping tighter onto your hips as you sit up and slide his tip along your clothed folds.
He let's our a breathy chuckle at the action "such a fuckin' tease, huh" he comments thrusting up his hips to tease you as well. You yelp at his action before sliding your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off at this point. You line him up with your entrance as he thrusts up into you. You lower your hips a bit more not wanting to take him all at once just yet, but it seems he has other plans.
He firmly holds your hips pushing them down as he thrusts the rest of the way. You let out a loud moan moving your hand quickly to cover your mouth at your loudness. He quickly starts moving his hips at a slow pace, enough for you to get adjusted to the sudden stretch. You keep your mouth covered slightly shocked as you look at him with fucked out eyes.
He gives you that signature smile before thrusting with more intensity, your almost bouncing on him as his thrusts increase. Your hands move to his hips for support, "fff-fuck j-jhonnyy.. H-hold on I-I'mmm still sensitive" you moan out pleading with him as your moans become more whinny. He chuckles "Aw I thought you said you wanted me, badly if I remember correctly~" he teases as he continues "But if you really want me to" he says as he goes at a painfully slow pace.
You decide to go along with it as you lay on him, your hands still loosely resting in his waist. You take in his scent again, this time it's mixed with a musky scent from his sweat and the smell of sex. You let out a broken moan as his hips pick up speed again the smell not helping either.
He takes notice of your reaction and moves one of his hands to make you look at him. "Such a naughty bunny~" he teases giving a particularly hard thrust "You like the smell of that huh? " you nod before he finishes but he continues "My smell mixed in with the smell of sex? Such a nasty little thing you are, it's what you wanted since the beginning huh?~ " you nod again as he let's you lay your head between the crook of his neck. A satisfied chuckle leaving his lips.
He moves his arms around your torso. Before you realize it he's hugging you, you don't have much time to question him before he's thrusting into you at a punishing pace. You get overwhelmed by the feeling opting to bite his neck instead of moaning. You sink your teeth into his sweaty flesh a hissed out groans leaving his lips ended with a chuckle "Aw, don't want me to hear those pretty moans? " he asks before going quiet for a bit. And then you hear it, the sound your arousal , it's filthy and he knows you hear it "you hear that bunny? Sound of your cunt begging for more" he laughs out thrusting in a particular way that it makes the sounds louder.
He groans almost growls as he hears the sounds. You let go of his neck as you whine out "fuck 'm close" he smiles at your announcement "me too sugar" he replies as he continues his relentless pace. As you get closer to your release his thrusts become more sloppy. You soon come undone your walls tighten around him, giving him the push he needed as fills you up.
But he doesn't stop his thrusts. In fact he goes harder fucking you past yours and his own orgasm. You both start whining as overstimulation hits. You sit up slightly to kiss him as be continues his pace fucking his cum thoroughly into you. At this point he's fucking you so hard his cum is starting to drip out of you and onto his pants. He groans into the kiss slowly stopping his thrusts, overstimulation winning as his hips sit back down on the couch.
You seperate from the kiss both breathing tirelessly as you lay on his chest, it rising and sinking as he breaths. "Fuck, I wasn't expecting that when I hugged you I'll tell you that" you chuckle out as you subconciously move your hips loving the feeling of being stuffed. He hisses out his response "And I wasn't expecting a hug".
You both lightly laugh before you look up at him " you smell really nice" you comment as he laughs again "ya think so? " he jokingly asks as he lightly rubs your hips. You nod as you lay your head on his chest "really nice" he nods "I better start wearing this cologne more often then if it's gonna end up like this, huh? " he asks almost to himself as you nod.
"Don't pull out, I like the feeling of being full" you say, he almost misses it but he catches 'being full' and connects the dots. He chuckles and rubs your thighs. "Just get some rest sugar" he says as he kisses the top of your head. He reaches over for the discarded script reading it over. You peacefully sleep taking in his calming scent.
Cw: puppy Tomas has ears and tail, gn reader, a fab anatomy, straight up horny, mentions of heat, heat, mentions of breeding, creampie, p in v, praise, pet names (puppy,good boy) and I think that's it
A/n: I made this drawing and had a really good idea, so uh enjoy. The Tomas brainrot is so real istg. I want to fuck him in every position possible. Requests are open don't be afraid to ask/request for any specific charscters^^
You're riding Tomas on the floor both of you way to horny to go to the bedroom. You're sat on top of him your original plan to ride him, but it seemed this horny puppy had other plans. He's whining and whimpering some being held back as he tries to focus on fucking up into you. His hands tightly holding onto your hips as he does so. He lifts up your sweater above your chest and just watches as they bounce from each of his thrusts.
His tail swishes from side to side as you hold the sweater up giving him permission. He eagerly pulls you down to his level so your chest is hovering over his face. He pulls you the slightest bit down as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You let the sweater go as it rests on his face, he looks so fucking cute like this. You can't help but reach up your hand to caress at his head "g-good puppy" you compliment his hips stuttering the slightest, you take note and continue "ta-taking such good care of me even when you're in he-heat, such a good boy for me~" you praise him as you rub at his ears, soft whimpers leaving him as he holds on tighter to your hips.
He let's go of one of your nipples moving to the other but uttering "I'm your good boy right? " before taking your other nipple in his mouth. His tail starting to thump on the ground as you mutter out an 'mhm'. His thrusts are relentless, you knew he'd have this much energy but even in the morning he's this energetic.
Your arms start to grow weak, you place your hands on his shoulders as you push him away slightly. You sit back to your original position giving your arms a rest for a bit, your sweater slides back down your torso a small whine leaving him as he sees your perfect breast dissapear.
His mind is soon plagued as he looks to where you two are connected. His head lowered down so he has a better view of where you two connect. He's almost drooling at the sight. You notice how his ears are droooped in a submissive way, you reach up your hand to rub at them which he leans into the touch. You then you lean your head closer to his ears and nip at it. The moan he let's out being chocked out as he basically ruts up into you cumming on the spot, his tail thumping on the floor uncontrollably.
You let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of being full. He tends to hold up on jerking off when he's about to go into heat, wanting to give you as much of him as he can. "S-sorry came sooner than I wa-wanted to" he pants out as he slowly thrusts up into you his eyes still focuses on the connection between you two, he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you. He settles for just fucking more of his cum into you, enjoying the sight.
One of his hands move from your hips to your clit as he rubs it in quick and tight circles. You jolt at the sudden stimulation placing your hand on the hand that's on your hip as you watch his hand. "F-fuck puppy, you-.....you don't have to " you say not in a selfless manner but knowing he'll be fucking you for much longer. Your hand moves to stop him feeling that coil tighten in your stomach. "I want to" he says as he holds both of your hands, he starts thrusting up into you with more vigor wanting to make you cum.
You try to stop him but your efforts are futile as he hits just the right spots, you soon cum. He let's go of your hands as you place your hands on his stomach looking to him with a slightly upset expression "f-fuck you" you say as a shit eating grin spreads across his face. "That was the plan" he says . The way he can switch from being submissive to dominant almost give you whiplash, almost.
CW: bondage, spit, biting, sub! Shang tsung, Dom! Reader, power play
Word count: 558
I don't know why but I have a feeling that shang tsung likes it when you grab his face and just make him look at you. He seems like the type to fight it but loves it when he's being dominated. He puts up the front of being in control and loving the power which he does. But he also likes it when someone takes that power from him, letting his pleasure be in their hands.
You stand over him, he's on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. Though the ropes are messily tied, he's not moving from their lose grasp. Maybe he likes this power play, maybe he likes the feeling of being powerless and under you. He's looking at the ground almost in thought but you quickly break his train of thought by roughly grabbing his face making him look at you. An almost wicked smile appears on his face as he speaks "missed having my attention?" he asks in his sultry voice. You give him your own smile and chuckle as you move your foot to rub against his crotch, a pathetic moan leaves his lips as he looks away. You pull his face to look at you again and say "open" you say roughly pinching at his cheeks. He reluctantly opens his mouth, you open his mouth fully as you make eye contact with him and spit in his mouth " swallow" you say as you close his mouth. He looks at you in shock at your actions a near missable blush spreading across his face. He breaks eye contact with you and swallows, he won't admit it but what you just did could've made him cum in his pants if he wasn't so focused on not doing so, your foot gently rubbing circles on his dick in contrast to your harsh actions could end him. Though you do notice the way his dick twitches under your foot, you smirk having found leverage over him " oh sweety~ you love that don't you? " now it's you're time to be a cocky piece of shit. He looks away more turning his head to avoid your burning gaze. You again grab his face to make him look at you but he averts his eyes, you move your head to be in his field of sight "is the most powerful sorcerer feeling powerless? " you ask, though he still doesn't answer.
You chuckle and help him off the floor leading him to sit on the bed. You look at him for a few seconds admiring how pathetic he looks, his skin is flushed, his chest his heaving , his hair is messy as he looks up at you with desperation in his eyes. He hisses as you sit on his lap placing your core over his painfully hard member. You slowly start moving your hips giving him a second of friction as a broken moan leaves his lips. You haven't given his lips any attention and he loves it, that you're being so selfish to not give him what he wants. You take off the armor on his shoulder the garment falling to throw bed and being swiftly kicked off, you move part of his robe to expose more of his skin. His breath hitches, he knows what you're going to do and he's waiting with anticipation. You kiss the area before you sink your teeth into his skin, an almost pornographic moan leaving his lips. You move your hand up to cover his mouth as you continue. Though you like hearing his moans these walls are pretty thin. You'd love for everyone to know how you're making outworlds most powerful sorcerer quiver under you, but his status is more important than that.
He'll gladly take all your teasing but he'll never say that.
A/N: This is a bit different to my other works so far, at least it feels different! I am stoked about the people who encouraged me to write this!! You guys have been the kindest to interact with and really encourage me to keep writing <33 (P.S. If you're having trouble picturing the position in the smut scene, it’s pretty close to the full nelson, hopefully you can picture it with just my description though 😅😅)
Summary: Through a series of unfortunate events, you find yourself befriending a God and making his life more difficult, it’s just a bonus that he’s friendly, kind, and really hot.
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, fingering, grinding, p in v sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, Liu Kang might be a little ooc and I am sorry but he’s hot and I had to write for him.
Living in the temple with Liu Kang is an odd feeling, you’ve been here for a while now, but you still feel out of place. Maybe because there isn’t any real reason that you’re here, you know he has plans and is a Fire God and something about a tournament with another realm, but you don’t fit in to any of that. You’re just some person he felt bad for after making friends with and is now allowing you to stay in his temple????
To be fair, he didn’t really befriend you, he asked if you were okay and then you held him verbally hostage. He looked friendly and so you started talking to him, something you would usually be too reserved to do. Having conversations with strangers isn’t something you’re in the habit of, and you especially don’t start them, but you’d had a series of unfortunate events happen to you in the course of a week and he looked nice. You think he was too polite to ask you to stop talking to him, but he eventually engaged in the conversation.
It was a little cafe not far from where you used to live, Liu Kang had been there by chance, he tells you now that there was something he had to take care of in that area, but he kept coming back after that first encounter. Every time you were there, he was also there, and he listened to you.
When you first met and spoke with Liu Kang you complained about how your partner broke up with you but actually he was cheating on you and had been for months, so you had to leave his apartment, which was originally yours before you were both on the lease. But you didn’t leave by choice, he locked you out and left your stuff in front of the building, which obviously, some of it was missing.
Whether he kept it or if some of it was taken by strangers you aren’t sure, but it sucks either way, you didn’t tell Liu Kang that last thing at the time though. Being kicked out of your own apartment and cheated on was embarrassing enough, he didn’t need to know you were also robbed.
While visiting that café everyday hoping to see Liu Kang, your personal circumstances kept getting worse, you didn’t keep bombarding him with your issues though. He was nice and funny in a polite way, and he was becoming a friend to you. So, you didn’t say anything to him but the friend you had been staying with turned out to be who your partner was cheating on you with, so you had to rush to find another place to stay, which you managed. And things would’ve been okay from there if you hadn’t lost your job due to cutbacks in that same week, so not only were you living off your quickly depleting savings, you were also trying to find a job, while living in a shitty, tiny apartment, an apartment where, if you had all your furniture, you wouldn’t be able to see the floor.
The only thing you looked forward to were the afternoons in that café talking to and getting to know Liu Kang. It was unfortunate luck when your ex-friend and ex-partner walked in and saw you talking with him. They didn’t mind their own business, and that was how Liu Kang had found out how much worse things had gotten for you in the few months you had been meeting with him.
After he learned about the extent of things he brought up living with him at the temple, he said it would be more for him than for you, claiming to need help and that you were perfect for it. But you knew he didn’t really need any help; he’s a literal God and you’re just a person. So, you kept declining, he’d bring it up once a month and you would tell him no every month, determined to make things work for yourself.
But eventually, you were fed up with all the dead-end jobs and being dismissed after only a few weeks, you were looking down the barrel of eviction and you caved, asking Liu Kang for help. Something he was more than happy to provide.
It felt odd, making friends with a stranger, only to find out he was a God and then that God feeling so bad for you that he offers to make your life easier by letting you live with him at his temple. You can’t help but feel pitiful about giving up all your responsibilities and running away but there wasn’t anything left for you in that city.
Staying by Liu Kang’s side has introduced you to so much beauty, it’s expanded your small world, and you don’t feel even a little bit of regret for leaving, not anymore. Though you still feel out of place, your heart is at peace.
Currently, you’re drinking tea with Liu Kang, it’s something you two do every afternoon and it reminds you of the café. Even though he’s busy, he always has tea with you, every afternoon.
Conversing with him always starts the same way, you say something completely random or make an observation and he sighs at your inability to sit in silence for more than a minute at a time.
“You know, I think he still has my favourite book.” You say in reference to your ex.
There’s a book you owned, and it was a classic, not worth anything, but you had annotated it to high hell and the love you have for it is shown in your scribblings and all the sticky notes. It’s something you immediately noticed was missing but never said anything about.
He has a confused look on his face, “What? Why didn’t you ask for it back?”
“He’d just say that I lost it, or that it got stolen when he left my boxes outside the apartment,” You shrug at him.
“He… left your belongings… outside of the apartment, where strangers could rifle through them… and steal from you?” He questions, his tone is calm but the pauses in his sentence display contempt.
“Did I not tell you that?” You wonder.
He’s looking at you, eyes squinting, scrutinising you and trying to determine if you were purposefully keeping that from him, “No… you have not mentioned it.”
In all honesty, you thought you had already told him that. You aren’t trying to hide it anymore, it’s already done. You just feel a bit sad about your favourite book, you’ve been wanting to reread it lately and you like reading the notes you’ve made previously as you do.
“I was just thinking about the book, it was annotated,” you sigh.
“I can take you to go get it, if you’d like?” He offers.
“He probably won’t even admit to having it, let alone give it back but thank you.” You offer him a smile, he’s always so kind to you, a gentle God.
He considers you for a moment, “I have some books, if you’d like to read them.”
“I found your library months ago, read a bunch of them but it isn’t the same.” You appreciate his suggestion, but other books can’t compare.
He sips at his tea, before saying, “You’re picky.”
“No, it’s just that I cultivated that book with all my thoughts and feelings on the story and now it’s gone,” you huff out.
Liu Kang frowns a bit, thinking about your words, “I do not like him.”
“Neither,” you laugh, “You know, he wasn’t even worth it, never made me org–” you stop abruptly, realising what you were about to say… to a God, “Uhm what I actually mean is, he was a… bad partner, not… attentive?” It comes out like a question, but you aren’t asking anything.
He chuckles and shakes his head at you; he always seems to find you amusing, “That’s a shame,” he mutters.
You want to question him on what he means but he speaks again, “Why did you stay with him?”
“After a while, I felt… trapped,” you sigh, “He was kinder in the beginning of our relationship, but he grew colder, meaner, he didn’t talk to me… he didn’t like talking to me, always saying I talk too much,” you give him a wry smile.
He hums, “I like listening to you.”
You feel flush at his words, he does this sometimes, says something innocuous without realising how the kind words have you falling for him. But, it’s a feeling you don’t let yourself indulge in, for a number of reasons but mostly because you feel unremarkable compared to him. You feel small and your feelings feel unimportant, so you don’t entertain them, not wanting them to grow stronger with nowhere to put them down. He makes it hard though.
“I like talking to you,” you reply.
Relationships aren’t something you’ve had much success in, your only one that lasted longer than a couple weeks being the one where you lost your apartment, belongings, friend, etc etc.
“I sometimes wonder if he ever loved me,” you confess to Liu Kang.
You stayed out of obligation and convenience, leaving was too much effort, but why did he stay for so long, only to do what he did. Sometimes you feel sick thinking about it, because if he never showed you love then what does it look like? And are you capable of recognising it in someone else? In yourself?
He puts a hand on your shoulder, “I can hear you thinking from here, stop it.”
“You can hear thoughts??” You’re a little worried as you say it.
He restrains himself from rolling his eyes at you, “Not what I meant; I cannot actually hear your thoughts.”
“Oh thank god, don’t say things like that.” You place a hand over your beating heart.
“Why would I be able to read minds?” He queries.
“I dunno, you’re a God, you can’t say stuff like that, I’ll take you literally,”
He hums, “Noted.”
Both of you sit in the silence, normally you would say something else but for once you’re a little lost for words. Still wondering if you’ve ever been loved, properly. An ache fills your heart, and you aren’t really sure what it means.
Liu Kang’s grip squeezes on your shoulder, drawing your attention back to him, “If he never loved you, then he is a fool.”
And there it is again, something meant as comfort said so tenderly to you that your heart feels like it might implode.
“Thank you,” you say, hand coming up to rest on top of his.
He looks deep in thought for a moment, “I think you should learn self-defence.”
It’s abrupt, the way he brings it up, you pull your hand away and turn so you’re facing him properly, “Why?”
“I think I would feel better about you being a part of this world, if you could defend yourself.”
You consider his words, your lips pouting in thought, “I’d rather not.”
His response is to frown at you, “Why not?”
“I’d rather not, just ‘cause I don’t wanna have strangers train me or whatever, don’t like the idea of being touched by them,” you say it flippantly, waving a hand as you do.
You know he would want to take you to that academy or have someone specifically train you, but you aren’t fond of strangers, and you especially don’t like the idea of their hands positioning you and such, it’s a very uncomfortable idea.
Your face must be betraying how much you dislike the idea, “Stop making that face,” Liu Kang sighs.
“Sorry,” your face drops into a neutral expression, you hadn’t realised you were making one.
“Things are going to pick up soon, I would feel better if you’d consider it.”
You frown again, this time on purpose.
He looks into your eyes, it feels like he’s trying to stare you down, “That won’t work, I don’t like being touched,” you remark.
He raises a brow at you, “You let me touch you.”
You look away from him and mumble, “That’s different.”
“How?” He inquires.
How nosey of him, “It just is…” you shrug at him.
“What if I teach you self-defence?”
You look back to him, “Maybe.”
If you had a choice, you’d rather not be taught any kind of self-defence, but you guess if it’s Liu Kang teaching you, you could be amicable to that, eventually.
Both his brows raise, “Are you going to make this difficult for me?”
You repeat your previous answer, sly smile on your lips, “Maybe…”
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It’s been almost a full week since that conversation with Liu Kang, you keep putting off training with him. He’s a patient man but you think you’re slowly chipping away at it. His concern for you growing the more you put it off.
You understand that things will be changing soon, with his champions and what not, but he keeps you fairly separate from all that anyways. You know of the Lin Kuei and their involvement, along with the brothers but you’ve not met them, and he’s not asked you too. So, you aren’t really sure why he’s become so caught up on getting you some kind of training.
It’s late in the evening and you’re walking to the library, which maybe you shouldn’t be, but you feel the need to read something. Get your mind off of everything that’s been happening. Maybe you’ll find a new favourite book and annotate that.
But because you have the luck of someone who’s broken a mirror every day, it starts bucketing down rain. Usually, you enjoy rainy weather and a good book, but this isn’t that. You’re walking the temple grounds one minute and the next you’re fully drenched, down to the bone. Clothes soggy, shoes filled with water, and to top it off, the torrential downpour is making your visibility awful. You can’t make heads of tails with all this rain; it would probably be just as bad even if it wasn’t dark out.
Just your luck, there isn’t much you can do but stumble blindly through the grounds, hoping you’re going the right way. But predictably, that is not a good idea, you’re about as wet as a person can be, shaking from the cold breeze, you need to find shelter somewhere soon.
Some of the buildings are recognisable, you think? You can’t really be sure, but you think you recognise the building Liu Kang resides in. Hobbling up to the door, you knock on it, hoping that some higher power takes pity on you and that Liu Kang is home… and also awake.
And wouldn’t you know it, he’s not home, the only solution you can think of is to sit under the small shelter surrounding the building, to at least prevent yourself from getting any more wet, not that that’s even possible at this point.
The rain doesn’t stop, the rate at which it’s coming unchanging. Spending all night here is not a feasible option, sadly, you will have to move again and hope you find your own quarters or somewhere open you can tuck into. It’d be embarrassing to sleep on Liu Kang’s doorstep only for him to trip over you in the morning.
You decide to try knocking one last time, maybe he didn’t hear you. Wrapping your knuckles against his front door, you knock harder, wishing for him to be home and that your first knocks went unheard.
Waiting a moment before you give up, he’s obviously out doing some God business or whatever, you don’t really question his movements. Turning your back to his door, you look out at the rain, working yourself up to going back out into it.
Just as you step out into it again, you feel a hand grab your upper arm and pull you back, bending your head back to look up, you realise it’s Liu Kang and a relived smile breaks out across your face. You turn around to face him properly and he lets go of your arm.
The look on his face is one of complete confusion, “What are you doing out in this rain?”
“I was looking for the library but then it started raining… and I got lost but I recognised your building, and I knocked a couple times, but I thought you were out, so I was gonna look for somewhere else to try and get warm.” You’re shaking like a leaf in front of him, teeth chattering as you talk.
He frowns at you and grabs you again, pulling you inside. The escape from the unforgiving wind is very welcome to you.
“Why were you out this late to begin with?” His eyes are firm as he looks at you.
You look away from him, feeling like you’re being scolded, “I… wanted to read a book… can’t stop thinking and I can’t sleep.”
You’re standing in front of him and staring at the floor below you, still shivering involuntarily, a puddle of water being created on the wood, “Do you have a towel, your floors getting wet.” Your head nodding downwards to the puddle.
“I am not worried about my floors,” he sighs, “Come with me.”
You shuffle down the hall after him, you feel like a wet cat who got caught outside when they’re meant to be inside. There’s a trail of water droplets trailing after you, you feel bad getting his floors all wet, you’ll have to remember to clean up for him.
Following behind, you properly look at him and notice his upper half is bare, only in pants for bed, you can’t help but stare at his large frame and muscular back. It’s a very human display, for him to be shirtless and in sleep pants, his hair down, he looks good, but he always looks good. You feel like a silly mess.
He leads you into his bathroom and hands you a clean towel, “Have a shower, get warm.”
You stand there looking at him for a moment, “What will I wear?”
Liu Kang walks past you and further down the hall, you briefly wonder if you’re meant to follow him or start showering. You decide to pull off your jacket and slip out of your shoes while waiting.
His footsteps are coming back towards you, “Here,” he offers you some of his clothes.
You think about whether the shirt would even close, he’s always wearing shirts that show his chest and they don’t exactly look like they’d offer you any modesty, even if you do it up. You unfold the shirt and you’re thankful to see it will, in fact cover you.
“Something wrong?” He asks.
Shaking your head at him, you say, “No, I was just wondering if you gave me one of those shirts that doesn’t actually close properly.”
He sighs at you, “Have a shower, then we will talk.”
You drop the shirt down from in front of you to look at him but he’s already walking away and shutting the door behind him.
The showers heat is what you imagine heaven feels like, or maybe getting really high. Muscles that you hadn’t even realised were tensed finally relax and you feel like you could melt into a puddle on the shower floor. You hadn’t noticed just how cold you were, if you had stayed out all night you might’ve actually turned into a popsicle.
After you’ve washed and dried yourself off, you look at Liu Kang’s clothes, he gave you pants but you’re worried they won’t fit. Which is troublesome because you can’t put on your wet underwear, not unless you wanna squirm in place all evening.
Closing your eyes, you huff out a sigh, considering your options. Telling him that you have no underwear is a mortifying thought. So, you pull his shirt on and do up the buttons, it comes down pretty far on your body, which shouldn’t be shocking; he is a large man but seeing it come more than halfway down your thighs makes you remember the size difference.
Considering how far it comes down on you, you wonder if you even have to say anything. You decide it might be better not to say anything, the risk of whatever conversation would ensue undoubtedly would embarrass you to death.
Which, before you met Liu Kang, you never really got all that embarrassed but the effect he has on you makes you feel self-conscious of all your choices and little mannerisms.
Padding down his hallway, you meet him in his living area, he’s sitting on his lounge. Rounding it, you hold onto the hem of his shirt, you feel nervous; like he’s about to give you the ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ talk. It always worked on you as a kid, it’d probably work now too.
When he looks up to you, his eyes skate up your body slowly before he meets your gaze, “What’s wrong with the pants?”
“Don’t fit,” you mumble.
He nods at you, and you go to sit next to him.
“You smell like me,” he notes.
You had noticed that, his scent is overwhelming you, making you feel warm.
You change the subject, “Thank you, for the shirt and shower... and for letting me in.”
He looks concerned, “Why would I not let you in?”
You shrug at him, you aren’t really sure why you said it, maybe it’s the being locked out of your own apartment memories haunting you again. You fidget in your seat a bit, uncomfortable from both not wearing underwear and this conversation.
You change the subject, “Do you have a mop or another towel, I can dry your floors.”
He shakes his head at you, “You do not need to do that, I’ve already done it.”
He readjusts his position, moving to the side, one leg crossed on the couch and an arm coming up to rest on the back of the couch. He’s facing you completely now, you’re sitting forward with your knees touching, looking into your lap and toying with the hem of his shirt, conscious of the fact you aren’t wearing underwear.
“I would have done it,” you mutter.
“I know, that is why I did it first.”
You don’t say anything, which is out of character and it’s starting to concern Liu Kang.
“What were you going to do tonight? If I hadn’t answered my door,” he questions you, his tone concerned.
Your lips pout and you look away to the side, staring at his now very interesting wall.
“I dunno, I mean, I was planning to go back out and try and find my place or somewhere else warm at least, I wasn’t just gonna sit on your doorstep all night,” you shrug, still not facing him.
The couch cushions move as he shuffles a little closer, “That would have been reckless, your lips were almost blue before, you need to have more concern for your wellbeing.”
“I care about myself,” you turn to look at him, he had moved closer than you expected, you stumble over yourself a bit at his proximity, “…I do care, I didn’t know what to do and I made the best choice in that moment, it’s not like I wanted to go back into the rain… I knocked again… just in case you didn’t hear the first time…”
He looks at you intensely, it’s making you nervous and you look away from him, eyes turning downwards to your lap again, legs rubbing against each other as you continue to squirm.
“Look at me,” he says gently, you turn your head to look at him properly, he continues, “I am so aware of how human you are, and I worry about your safety because of it, you do not inspire confidence in me when you do stuff like this.”
“I think you’re taking this too seriously; I didn’t know it was going to rain and–”
“–That is not my only concern,” he gives you a pointed look.
“And we are back on this?” You ask.
He nods in response.
A deep sigh is pushed out of you, “You know, you are quite persistent… pushy even.”
“If you give in now, it would save us a lot of time,” he replies, making his stance clear, this is not something he is willing to compromise on. At least, not any more than he already has.
“I don’t understand why you want me to do this so bad? You’ve kept me separate from everything so far, so why would I need any kind of training?”
“For my peace of mind,” he says, rather abruptly.
Taking a deep breath in you let it all out at once, “You really aren’t going to let this go?” You ask, double checking.
“No,” he confirms.
“Then… I suppose… I will allow you to train me,” you huff, you’d cross your arms, but you’re worried about his shirt riding up your thighs.
He lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”
You hum noncommittally, “This is such an unlucky night for me.”
He chuckles at you while getting up from the couch, “I am going to put some tea on, can you watch it?”
“Yeah,” you also get up from the couch and follow him to his kitchen.
Opening cupboards, he pulls out everything and puts the kettle on, then he wanders down the hallway leaving you to watch it. You don’t really know what he’s gone off to do, you’re a little peeved that you’ll have to be training for a possible threat, not even a tangible one. Plus you think he’s not telling you everything, but he seems to be a bit touchy right now, so you won’t push it.
Especially since you seem to be the reason why he’s being a bit short. But everything that happened tonight was just a series of unfortunate events, which at this point is par for the course for you. You don’t want to try and argue your case again though because, well, you were walking around an area you aren’t completely familiar with in the middle of the night, so you might be a little in the wrong.
Mindlessly, you watch the kettle, it feels a little ironic considering that old phrase, ‘a watched pot never boils’. From behind you, Liu Kang’s footsteps stop, you turn around to look at him.
“What were you doing?” You ask him, before you realise he’s holding all your wet clothes, including your underwear, the underwear that you are currently not wearing. Underwear that you should be wearing.
“What are you wearing underneath my shirt?” His gaze is even, unreadable.
“Uhm, well… like, r-right now?” You ask for clarification, your eyes wide.
“Yes, right now,” his tone is equally unreadable.
You suck on your teeth uncomfortably, “Well, right now… in this moment… I guess… nothing.”
“Right, thought so, considering I found these,” he holds out your underwear with one finger, showing them to you, “amongst all your other clothes.”
“Okayyyy, but you see…your pants didn’t fit and well, I didn’t want to put on wet underwear…” you avert your eyes from his, feeling exposed, “so, I decided, not to wear any…” You trail off, not really sure where to go from here.
He hums at you in understanding, “So, while I was telling you to care more for yourself…you were sitting on my couch, squirming because you chose to forgo underwear, is that right?”
You look upwards, feigning deep thought, “Mhm, pretty much, yeah…but I wouldn’t say I was squirming.”
“You were squirming, I thought it was because the conversation was uncomfortable.” He retorts.
“Well, it was…just in multiple ways,” you smile innocently at him, “Uhm, can I have those?”
“Are you going to put them on?” He asks.
You nod at him, “I was considering it, wearing wet panties has to feel better than this.”
His eyes close momentarily at your words, he intakes a breath. You feel ashamed to admit that this conversation is working you up, it would probably be for the best if you cover yourself properly.
Walking over to him you go to grab your underwear, but as you reach up to pluck them from his hand, he reaches further up. Not completely out of arm’s length but if you do reach up, you would be exposing yourself completely.
“That’s not nice,” you huff.
“It isn’t nice showing up on my doorstep just to get into my clothes and then sit on my couch with nothing underneath them.” His eyes are full of mirth.
“Can I just have my underwear…please?”
He pretends to be in deep thought, mimicking you from earlier, “Do you really want to put on wet underwear?”
“…Yes.” No. You don’t really want to, but not wearing underwear around someone who knows you aren’t wearing any is…horrifyingly revealing.
“So, you were fine not wearing any underwear when I didn’t know, but now you’d rather be uncomfortable in wet panties, instead of being bare?”
“You’re asking me too many questions,” you’re frowning at him, but he doesn’t seem to find it menacing, his eyes still playful.
“You normally enjoy talking,” he jests.
A scowl is pulling at you lips, “Liu can you please just,” you look away and huff, “give me my underwear,” you mumble it out.
“Is there a specific reason that you need them now?” His implication is heavy, and you are not admitting to anything, you’d sooner die.
Rolling your eyes at him, you grab your clothes from his other hand and walk over to his dining table. You place them over the back of his chairs, so they have the chance to dry.
He shows mercy and moves to you to give you your underwear. As you hold them you make a face of displeasure, they’re soaked still, and you really don’t want to put them on.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, brow raising.
“Nothing,” you lie.
He pushes, “Put them on then.”
This situation is too much for you, this side of Liu Kang paired with his bare skin is making you dizzy, your pussy getting wetter by the second. It’s incredibly embarrassing that, him knowing and teasing you for not wearing underwear, is making your skin hot and body yearn for him. Even more embarrassing that he seems to have some kind of inkling about your arousal for him.
“I will,” another lie, you are not putting these on.
“You know, your facial expressions are incredibly honest,” he observes.
You try your hand at a poker face and it has him smiling in response.
Giving in, you confess, “I don’t want to put them on, they’re too wet.”
His face is bright, pleased at his victory, “You are an odd person,” he teases.
You’re exasperated, “Can’t you just pretend to not know?”
“I can try.” He shrugs and gives you a sweet smile but it doesn’t feel sweet, not after what he just put you through.
You put your wet underwear on the chair next to your other clothes, preferably you would clean them but they’ll do for getting you back to your room tomorrow.
You huff past Liu Kang as you walk to sit on his couch again, still holding onto the hem of his shirt as you sit, not wanting it to ride up. Not willing to risk it, especially since he knows how bare you are underneath.
He makes the tea and brings it over to you, both of you sitting in silence. You can’t help but squirm a bit in your spot. Wanting to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief but that would be way too obvious. So, you try focusing on your tea, the flavours of it, the smell, the warmth.
But then your thoughts wander, and you’re thinking about Liu Kang’s arms, his chest, his tattoos, his hands, the playfulness in his voice, his eyes as he looked at you. The stern voice he used on you earlier, everything about him sets you alight, you huff in annoyance next to him.
You hear him sigh lightly beside you, “You’re squirming again.”
“No, I’m not,” a boldfaced lie.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Nothing,” you take another sip of your tea.
He grabs your mug from you, placing it on the table, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t need help,” you scowl at him.
His expression is dubious and not believing you for a single second, “Come here,” he pats the couch between his spread thighs.
Your face is shocked, “What for?”
He rolls his eyes at you, “I was not born yesterday, do you want my help or not?”
You argue, “Still don’t need help.”
Both his brows drop, “You’re sitting there, bare and squirming on my couch.”
“You’re supposed to pretend not to know,” you comment.
“I can only ignore so much,” he retorts.
You look at him for a bit, his expression unchanging, seemingly steadfast.
“How are you going to help?” You’re curious now.
“Find out,” he pats the couch again.
Looking upwards and away from him, you consider it for a bit, this might not be a great idea but he’s really hot and offering to help you, so against your better judgement you move over to him and sit between his spread legs. He moves forward, chest pressed to your back, his lips right by your ear.
“Can I touch you?” He checks with you.
“…Yes, please.”
He hums in response, his hand sliding down your body, resting atop one of your thighs.
Tapping it, he says, “Open your legs.”
Your skin feels hot but you listen and open them, the outside of your thighs touching the inside of his.
“Perfect,” he mumbles beside your head.
His hand slides down, caressing your inner thigh now, his other arm is wrapped around your torso, keeping you still. The hand on your thigh slowly inching closer to where you need him most, it feels like everything he’s doing is taking a million years. He’s taking his time to tenderly touch you, working you up more than you already are.
Your own hands come up to the one wrapped around you, holding onto his forearm, “Can you just… touch me please?” You ask him, voice the slightest bit breathless.
“In a moment,” his hand moves further away from your aching heat, instead tickling up the length of your inner thigh.
Your body feels like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin, his barely there touch turning your brain into mush. Slowly, his hand travels back up your thigh, and he cups your pussy, his two middle fingers slipping between your folds.
His chest rumbles with a groan behind you, “How long have you been this wet?”
You turn your head away from him and to the side, trying to avoid his words in your ear. It doesn’t work, if anything he can get closer, his head leaning down and breathing hot air onto your ear. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine in response, your teeth biting into your lower lip to supress the small sound you almost make.
“Probably when I confronted you, right?” He hits the nail on the head.
His fingers keep running through your folds, spreading your slick all over your pussy, the tip of his middle finger pressing into you the slightest bit, you cant your hips in response and he pulls away, instead repeating his previous motions of rubbing his fingers through your folds. His teasing pulling a huff from you.
“You know how I know?” he probes.
You shake your head at him, you’re a little bit curious as to what gave you away.
“I know because you are so honest, your facial expression, your movements, your eyes,” he practically purrs in your ear.
You shuffle against him, whether to get him closer or get yourself free, you aren’t sure but he holds you still against him. His fingers making a mess of your pussy, he moves them to your clit, giving you only the slightest amount of pressure. It has your hips rising to chase the sensation, wanting his fingers to be firmer. The arm around your torso pulls you back to him, holding you steady.
“You’re still squirming,” he comments.
“It’s –hah– your fault,” you quip.
“Mmm, is that so?” He wonders out loud.
Finally, he adds more pressure to your clit, the stimulation almost knocking the wind out of you, a small whimper falling from your lips involuntarily. Liu Kang hums appreciatively at your reaction to his touch. His nose runs up the length of your neck, tickling you.
“You seem to enjoy being touched right now,” he breathes the words against your neck.
He rubs circles into your clit, firm and even, never picking up or slowing down. Your hips wriggle against him, you want more, want him inside you.
A breath of air is pushed out his nostrils, amused at your movements, “Need something?” He’s still holding you firm, “If you do, you need to ask.”
“Want you to touch me,” you request.
Tone serious but his words have humour behind them, “I am touching you.”
“Want your finger, inside,” you whine at him, hating how desperate you must look and sound. No man ever having pulled you apart with such minimal contact but he isn’t just a man, is he?
His chest vibrates under you, his fingers slipping down to your pussy hole, middle finger pressing into you slowly. His large finger a stretch for you, his thumb rubs at your clit, trying to coax you into relaxing enough to take it.
“I don’t think you could be any tighter,” he murmurs to you.
Your hips are wanting to wiggle down onto his finger but you’re being held in place, when he does get his finger fully inside you, it has you instinctually trying to close your legs. Liu Kang tsks at you in disappointment, the hand around you briefly moving to place your legs over tops of his. You’re completely spread on him, the crook of your knees resting over top of his legs.
“This is embarrassing,” you mutter.
His hand moves back to hold you around your middle again, “You won’t mind soon.”
This man is going to be the death of you.
The finger inside you crooks up, stroking at your inner walls, the pleasure has your body writhing in his hold again. He pulls you back into his chest further and looks over your shoulder, down to where his finger is seated inside you. As his finger draws back from you, wet sounds follow the movement, and when he pushes it back inside, your cunt clamps down on it; a gasp jumping out of your throat.
He fucks his one finger into you continuously, your slick dripping from you, hips jumping against him. Eventually, you want more, want to feel fuller.
You pant out, “More, Liu – hah.”
He obeys, pressing his ring finger into you, his pace slowing to make up for the stretch, the small amount of pain not enough to bother you, your arousal outweighing it. Your hips grind down onto his fingers, taking the both of them deeper. His thumb rubs at your clit again as he fucks both his fingers into you, your head falls back against his shoulder, your eyes glazing over.
“Getting all fucked out on my fingers, that’s cute.” He observes.
His fingers are completely seated inside you; your hips grind into his hand. He allows you the small moment to rock your hips back and forth. Before he suddenly starts fucking them into you, pulling them out and slamming them back in, the tips of his fingers brushing something devastating. The feeling has your body shaking and whimpers falling from your lips, he hums in delight at your reaction and targets the one spot. Fucking his large fingers into it over and over again, wanting to have you falling apart for him.
Your insides start twisting in on themselves, panting breaths coming quicker, an odd feeling overwhelming you. You go to warn Liu Kang, “Feels weird.”
Liu Kang can feel your walls clenching down on his fingers, “It’s fine.”
You huff out at him, both from the feeling and his response.
“Poor girl, her ex-boyfriend didn’t only never get her to cum, she’s also never orgasmed before, mmm?” He questions, taunting.
If that’s what this is then you guess you really haven’t orgasmed before, you could’ve sworn you had but it never felt like this.
You gasp at his words, uncharacteristic of him and also really hot. Your brows knit together as his fingers keep moving inside you, his pace picking up slightly. The wet squelching of your wet cunt prominent in the otherwise quiet house.
“Stop fighting it love, just let it happen,” he whispers into the skin of your neck. He leaves wet kisses against it.
You skin heats up in reaction to the pet name, your pussy spasming around his fingers, a whiny gasp of his name ripped from your chest. You go to keel forward but he holds you to him.
“There you go,” he purrs into your skin, “Doing so good, love.”
Your thighs are shaking on top of his, small whimpers leaving you as he continues fucking his fingers into you, prolonging your high. Aftershocks wracking your frame, jolting in his hold, slowly his fingers come to a stop, your head had dropped forward during your orgasm.
His unoccupied hand comes up to press against your forehead and pull your head back to his shoulder, you’re panting against him. Chest rising and falling quickly, your eyes unseeing for a few moments after.
When he pulls his fingers from you, he holds them up to marvel at them, admiring the way your cum has sticky strings falling from his fingers when he parts them.
“Look at that,” he says with the brightest tone, genuinely enamoured by the sight of your cum on his fingers.
You shy away from the display, turning your head to the side, unfortunately for your self-consciousness, you see the way he sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks your cum off of them. The shameless display has your skin burning you from the inside out. After he’s sucked them clean, he wipes his spit off on your inner thigh.
“Can’t believe you were with a man who couldn’t make you orgasm for that long,” he says, almost out of nowhere.
You don’t respond, still embarrassed and a little fucked out, you don’t feel present in your own body. Wiggling against Liu Kang, you feel his very pronounced erection dig into your ass.
You mumble to him, surprised, “You’re hard.”
“Obviously, why wouldn’t I be?” he’s confused by your shock.
You remark, “You didn’t get any pleasure from that.”
“Love, I got so much pleasure from that.”
His response makes you blush.
“Your ex is some piece of work,” he claims.
You lift your shaky legs up and off of his, back to your previous position of outer thighs to his inner thighs. He lets you lay on top of him for a bit while you collect yourself, but you want to look at him.
Clumsily, you get up and shuffle around, climbing on top of him and straddling him, now face to face. You sit back a bit on his lap so you can see him properly.
“What’s wrong now?” He asks, feigning exasperation at you.
You don’t reply, instead lazily taking in all of his features, your eyes zero in on his lips. Wanting to kiss him but unsure if that’s crossing an invisible line. You don’t move, but you pull your eyes away from his mouth to look him in the eyes again.
Lightly rolling his eyes, he huffs out a sigh, his hand comes up behind your neck and pulls you towards him. His lips meet yours in a tender kiss, slow and sweet. At least it is until you shuffle forward and sit right on top of the bulge in his pants. You groan at the feeling of his hard cock pressed up against your bare cunt, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.
His tongue explores your mouth, kissing you deeply. His hand holds onto your neck, keeping you in place for him to kiss you how he pleases. It’s is unlike any other, you’re realising now, you don’t think you’ve ever been kissed with so much desire, need.
Groans are pulled from his chest at the way you’ve started mindlessly grinding against him. His free hand coming up to encourage it, appreciating the friction. Having been hard for far too long with no relief. Your hands move to his shoulders, holding onto his warm skin.
You keep grinding clumsily onto his cock, back and forth along the length of it. He keeps his mouth on yours, his groans and your whines shared in it. When you pull back to breathe, his hand comes away from your throat and holds onto your other hip, using both his hands to drag you up and down his cock more forcefully.
You’re huffing out whimpers every time the head of his dick grazes your clit, Liu Kang is getting lost in the feeling of you soaking his cock through his pants. His head dropping back on the couch, you’re getting desperate on top of him. His dick is twitching under you, feeling him jerk against you has you rutting into him.
“Liu,” you call out to him.
“Mmm?” He hums to you.
“Want you inside,” you whimper.
His head shoots up to look you in the eyes, his hands stilling your hips causing you to whine pitifully. His cock jumps under you at the sound.
“Are you sure? Could barely take my fingers,” he’s double checking before getting his hopes up.
Nodding your head at him, you say, “Mhm, need it.”
His chest rumbles with a guttural groan, before he’s tapping the side of your thigh, asking you to stand on your knees for a moment. You lift yourself up and he pulls his pants down, enough to get his fat cock free.
The size of him shocks you slightly, his hands grab your hips again, pulling you down to sit on it. He starts the previous rhythm, grinding you down onto him, his cock slips between your folds, your pussy getting his dick wet and ready for you.
Gliding up and down his cock has your slick leaking from you and as you slide up the head of his dick catches on your pussy hole, the feeling catching you off guard. You can’t help but push down onto his cock, stretching yourself on him, Liu Kang gasps at the feeling. His hands gripping your hips harshly, grounding himself.
Frustration grows in you at the difficulty of getting him inside you, so you force it and drop down quickly, more of his big dick filling your small cunt. The feeling too much, not so much pain but a large shock, your hands grasp onto Liu Kang roughly. His own body jerking forward, hips moving up on their own accord, a woosh of hair exiting him like he’s been punched.
You whimper as your pussy contracts on his cock, right on the verge of an orgasm out of nowhere. Liu Kang realises this; his thumb moves to your clit and rubs quick circles into it. You’re cumming embarrassingly quick on him, his dick only halfway inside you and your eyes are teared up, your pussy creaming on him.
He growls enthusiastically at the sight and feeling of you cumming on him, only stuffed half full.
“Look at that,” he hums, “for someone who’s never had an orgasm, you cum easily.” He remarks.
You’re spasming around his cock, thighs shaking from holding yourself up.
“Sit down,” he says.
Taking a deep breath, you keep going, overstimulated and worried that him breathing on your pussy would have you cumming again. But you persevere, sinking down on him slowly, taking all of him in carefully. Eventually, you’re sitting on him, taking him to the hilt, the full feeling makes you dazed. Liu Kang’s head is thrown back slightly, his own gaze looking a bit fucked out, just from you sitting on him.
You can’t help but grind down into him, hips moving back and forth with him fully seated inside you. His big cock brushing against spots you didn’t know existed, it has you quivering on him. Your grinding gets desperate, and he lets you rut against him how you please, head leaning back and watching you squirm against him devotedly. Small grunts and moans escaping him every now and again. Your own noises more frequent and louder, your hands press into his pecs, using him as leverage.
His own hands leave your hips and instead come up and rest behind his head, holding it up. He’s leaving you to fuck yourself on his cock however you need. The sight of his torso stretched out and watching you blissfully ride him makes your pussy clench. Your clit grinding into his pelvis over and over is eventually what undoes you, cumming with a drawn-out whine, Liu Kang groans at the feeling of you cumming on him again. His self-control waning thin but he wears a large smile as you cum on him again, nonetheless.
“It’s my turn now,” he murmurs.
He manhandles you off of him, turning you so your back is to his chest, then he’s re-entering you from this position. The way he easily manoeuvred you has your heart beating and cunt leaking.
He feels different from this angle, feels delightfully deep. His arms come up and under the crook of your legs, holding them in his elbows. You’re spread so open for him; he slips deeper inside you and it has you keening. His hands hold your tits, playing with them, tugging at your nipples over his shirt. You’re practically immobile in this position, making you feel helpless.
His hands leave your tits and hold onto the front of your shoulders, his hips draw back, his cock slipping out slightly, before he’s shoving himself back inside you all at once. He repeats the motion over and over, fucking up into your immobile body, taking what he needs from you now. Your head falls back on his shoulder, whines and pants freely falling from your lips. Hands scratching at his thighs, grappling for some stability.
It shamefully doesn’t take you long again to finish, not with the punishing pace he set and the sounds spilling from his mouth right by your ear.
“Cumming again? Already?” His words are teasing but he seems overjoyed at your third orgasm on his cock.
His words have your cunt drooling on him, creamy ring at the base of his cock from all your orgasms. You’re silent when you cum this time, more pants than anything else, your pussy strangling his dick. He groans at the feeling of you shuddering on his cock, he continues fucking you through it, not stopping and holding you open.
The brutal pace he’s set is a lot for your abused cunt, the overstimulation getting to you. The pleasure shooting through you is sharp and you jump every time the head of his cock bumps up against something heavenly inside you.
“One more for me?” He asks you, feeling you getting close to the edge again.
You shake your head at him, “Too –hah– much.”
“You can take it.” He encourages, determined to throw you off the edge if you won’t go willingly, “Just one more, love.”
His words, his voice, it sends you over the edge, your orgasm is sharp and sudden. Punching you in your gut, a needy whine spilling from your lips, you’re shedding actual tears from the force of it. Liu Kang is still fucking up into you, pace picking up, chasing after his own high.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” it’s barely coherent when you say it, you aren’t capable of actual speech at the moment, effectively fucked dumb by him.
A large and guttural groan is ripped from him, you can feel it in his chest. He’s cumming hard, releasing it all inside of you, he pushes you down as he fucks up into you. Holding your cunt to the base of him, grinding against you as he finishes. The sensation of being filled by him has your cunt fluttering around him.
You gasp at the feeling of his dick twitching violently as he releases inside you. He holds you to him for some time as he comes down from his own high, and then he’s gently untangling your legs from his arms. He slumps back into the couch, you’re careful to keep him inside you. Not wanting to ruin his couch more than you already have.
You feel limp against him, “You’re gonna get cum on your couch,” you warn.
He groans at you, disapproving of your observation, “Just keep me inside you.”
“That’s not gonna work…” You feel bashful as you add, “It’s leaking out around you.”
He pushes himself up and looks down from over your shoulder, wanting to see it for himself. A satisfied hum leaves him at the sight of his and your cum leaking out of you and down the base of his cock.
“Liu,” you press him.
His hand moves to your cunt and holds there as he slips out of you, holding your pussy, stuffing what’s leaking out back in. You thought he was going to keep his hand there so it didn’t get on the couch but this is the opposite of that, he’s scooping it off his pants, your thighs and the couch and then stuffing it back inside of you.
“You’re making an even bigger mess,” you worry, brows creased.
“It’s fine,” comes his nonchalant reply.
Eventually, after he’s satisfied with what he’s stuffed back inside you, he puts his dick back in his pants and picks you up. He carries you into his room and places you on his bed.
You sigh, “I would be more comfortable with a pair of underwear.”
“I have some boxers that would probably fit you,” he mentions flippantly.
“Why didn’t you offer that from the start?!” You exasperate.
“You didn’t ask, and then you asked me to pretend your bare pussy wasn’t on my couch,” he shrugs at you.
He grabs a pair of boxers briefs and hands them to you, he stands next to you so you have leverage when you stand up yourself. Your legs feel like jelly, you stand there struggling to even stand on both feet let alone one to put the boxers on.
He huffs at you, amused at your struggle, “Sit down, I’ll put them on.”
You sit back down and he slips them over your legs, after he’s gotten them up as far as he can get them while you’re sitting, you grab onto him and stand so he can tug them up the rest of the way.
You mutter at him, “Can’t believe this was always an option.”
He smiles softly at you as you crawl into his bed, you sit up against the headboard. On his bedside table you notice something.
“What’s that,” you ask, nodding your head at it.
“That’s for you,” he says, grabbing it and handing it to you, he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. Watching your reaction.
And when you realise what it is, you feel like you might cry because it’s the most perfect gift. It’s your favourite book but Liu Kang has gone through it and annotated the pages with his thoughts and feelings. It makes you ridiculously happy.
“This is the best gift I’ve ever been given,” you tell him, giving him a sweet smile.
“Would have preferred to get your copy back but I thought this was the next best thing,” he says.
You shake your head at him, “This is better.” You’re excited to read your favourite book again but this time with all of Liu Kang’s thoughts filling the pages.
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A/N: Thank you for reading!!!! I had trouble with my characterisation of Liu Kang so I am sorry if you guys feel like I didn’t do him justice, but I appreciate any and all support!!! <333 I am down bad for this man atm so I had to get him out of my system. I have an idea for a miniseries of sorts or a part two at the very least, so if you guys like this one, I’ll write the next part <333 Requests are always open, that also goes for if you have any questions in general about me, my blog, or specific fics :)))
Cw: gn reader,teasing, size kink hand kink if you squint, no use of y/n, pet names, suggestive, slight nsfw, 18+ mdni, slight hand kink if you squint, no smut just a bunch of teasing, sub!reader, dom!jhonny, railed up, being left there horny asf
Summary: Jhonny teases you for having a size kink. Maybe he starts to develop one as well. Though he does get a rise out of getting you hot and bothered
A/n: I'm back from the dead and with a very horny post about the one the only Jhonny mf cage. Hope you guys enjoy this, I had a dream a few days ago of hugging him and just getting intoxicated by his sent so uh yeah. I have like so many blurbs about him smoke and reptile so if you want to request anything feel free to^^ also anyone that followed me for my Wilbur stuff uh I'm not sure I'll do much of that and if I do it'll most likely be soft boy stuff if I ever do uh yeah. Also requests are always open don't be shy to ask/request stuff for a specific character^^
Word count: 649
Jhonny doesn't have much of a size kinks aside from his dick looking big compared to your body and finding that hot. Though once he realizes you have a size kink he uses that to his advantage.
His house was built for someone his size so you'll always be struggling to get things restorting to asking him for help or climbing. Either way he doesn't mind. He loves watching you struggle for a bit as you either huff in defeat and go get him which he promptly acts as if he wasn't looking, or he watches as you inhale with confidence and climb his counter. Which the latter is his favorite when you inevitably have to get down suddenly the height of the counter looks too much and you yell out his name for help. He obviously will tease you about it "You got yourself into this mess~" he teases standing a few feet away from the counter "Jhonny you son of a bitch help me" he smirks and puts his hand on his hip "I didn't hear a 'please', sweetheart." he teases waiting for your answer. With a sigh you mumble out "please". He feigns ignorance and tilts his head more in your direction "Oh, I didn't catch that. What did you say?" with a defeated sigh you crouch down "please Jhonny just get me off this counter" and with that he swiftly picks you up off the counter, walking of to the living room.
"Jhonny I was gonna do something in the kitchen" you huff out heat spreading across your face as he sits down on the couch and places you on his lap. "What? I thought you liked this, thought you loved how big I am.." he says as he places his hand on your thighs holding them both with his lager hands, the other hand taking whatever was in your hands and placing it on the coffee table and promptly putting it on your lower back. He leans in closer to you "The way my hands can engulf most of your sexy little body, how it emphasizes how much bigger I am~" he whispers lightly squeezing your thigh "the way my hands can just engulf most of your body, how small your body is in comparison to mine" the hand on your lower back slides up from your lower back under your sweater to the back of your bra two of his fingers lingering on the clasps. Your voice shudders at his words your body getting hotter with embarrassment that he read you so well and arousal. "You can just sit all pretty on my lap, like it's your personal throne!" his hand slides close to your inner thigh. You nod your head letting out a weak 'mhm'. How pathetic just from his words he has you so weak and riled up. "How easily I can fuck you like a toy without getting tired..." He says thrusting up his bulge hitting your core and thighs. Fuck now you're sure you're turned on, you grind down on him wanting to get more of that friction. A low growl leavs his lips as he continues his teasing. "How my existence gets you so riled up~" he continues to tease in a husky tone. He reads you like a book, pages clear as day only for his eyes. But as quickly as his teasing begins it stops. He moves his hands away and takes you off his lap standing you up as he gets up as well. ''Welp doll, looks like I'm busy today, so I'll see you later." he says with a smirk as slaps your ass and walks away to his office to look over contracts, he leaves you a hot and bothered mess. That bastard. If he's gonna leave you like this then he better not get mad when you take this into your own hands.
Cw: insomnia, angst, mental breakdown?, over thinking , comfort, nb reader, sleepy!Syzoth, tired!reader, insecurity, possibly ooc, no use of y/n
Summary: Syzoth helps you with your insomnia^^
A/n: welp as of posting this it's 8:15am I started writhing this at like 5am. Um safe to say this was pretty much what I was going through. Though I irl do not plan on sleeping I already fucked up my sleep schedule as it is. Also I love this man so much he's so ahhh bark bark. Anyways hope you enjoy this^^ requests are open don't be shy to request/ask for specific characters
Word count: 1,075
You've been unable to sleep at night for the past couple of weeks now. Staying up way past the time you said you would and Syzoth has noticed your routine, the way the bed shifts as you stir around the bed trying to get comfortable but you eventually sit up and stay like that for hours. You lay down in bed having your mind set on sleeping, body aching, eyes tired, ready for sleep, body feeling heavy, but your mind is racing. You say you're going to sleep and you want to your exhausted. But your mind won't let you, suddenly it's the best time to wonder what you'll eat for dinner. But then your mind shifts to different thoughts.
Much more emotional thoughts you had pushed to tomorrow you, and that you is now. You suddenly question why you don't know the answer to some simple question your friend asked. Like what you want for Christmas. Suddenly your mind looks deeper into that question. Why can you really not answer that question? I mean it's a simple one you could ask for something like socks you've needed socks for a while. But no your mind draws blanks whenever it's brought up. Why don't you know what you want? 'Maybe it's because you've never gotten what you've wanted' your mind thinks 'because you don't get what you want you don't have expectations for anything' your mind races with emotions. Your eyes sting with that familiar feeling of soon to come tears. 'You've never gotten what you've asked for no matter how easily achievable it is, so the only thing you can ask to have is to be understood and even that seems-' your thoughts are cut off as you feel a hand.
You jump slightly at the feeling "Why are you still up love?" He asks in a raspy voice much more raspy than his usual voice, almost going out due to the sleep in it. You turn to face him "Oh did I wake you? Ah I'm so sorry" you say as you hold his hand. You give him a tired smile reassuring him, but he isn't falling for it. "How much longer are you gonna go like this?" He asks leaning on his side facing you "It's been going on for weeks now, I know you're not ok. What's on your mind? " he asks looking at you with those emerald eyes of his reading you like a book.
You open your mouth to tell him your fine, but your words get stuck in your throat. Your reassuring smile turning into a frown quickly, you can't fight the overwhelming feelings. The knot in your throat builds up, you feel like you can't speak as if your words can't express your true feelings. Sadness washes over you. You get the overwhelming feeling to cry, it all crashes on you. He quickly sits up and holds you, bringing you close to his own body almost engulfing you with his own. He hushes you rubbing your back and kisses your neck, face, and anywhere he can. "You don't have to tell me now if you don't want to" he says in a hushed tone. "Cry it out if you need to" and with that you do. You cry, you bury your face in the crook of his neck. You sniffle and hic and let out incomprehensive words. You try to explain yourself through your cries but it's useless.
"It's okay I'm here, let it all out" his reassuring words make you cry even more. It's him, it's him who makes you feel understood, he who listens to you, he who is there for you no matter what. You hug him tightly, with your whole body. You let out your sobs, all your bottle up emotions, you cry harder than you have before. Harder than the silent cries you've been letting out the past few weeks. Your insecurities are pushed to the side as he reassures everything you've been so overwhelmed by. He knew the words you needed to hear. He knew exactly what to say.
As your crying stops you move the slightest away from him to wipe your face, and his shoulder. "Heh looks like I made a mess" you joke quietly as you compose yourself. You continue sniffling as you look up at him much more stable than you were before. You kiss the underside of his chin. You smile softly as you look into his eyes, he leans down to kiss you on the lips. "Thank you" you say sniffling a few more times, he tilts his head in slight confusion "What do you mean by that?" he asks rhetorocally as he continues "It's the least I could do my heart, but you don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to" he smiles softly as he kisses your cheek pulling you in for another hug. Your body much more hotter than his due to all your emotions rushing through your body. You hug him back yet again, he rubs reassuring circles into your back as you bask in the feeling of him. He lays back and pulls you on top of him. Your ear right over his heart. He continues rubbing circles on your back as you both lay in silence. His heartbeat, his calm breaths, and his calming scent lulls you to sleep. The crying also adding to that. "You're what I want for Christmas" you mumble as you doze off, a silent chuckle escapes his lips as he hears your words. A few minutes after you fall asleep, making sure you're asleep he finally closes his eyes as well whispering a quiet "I love you" as he does so.
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As you wake up in the morning the sun shining brightly through the curtains. You quickly sit up looking around the room and out the window "fuck hoe long did I sleep for?" you ask yourself. You jump as you hear Syzoths voice coming out from the bathroom, he walks towards you freshly out the shower. "You slept enough dear don't worry about it" he says rufflinfs his hair with the towel to try it off. You look at the clock and your eyes widen "Syzoth it's 5:30! Pm!... P!M! That's like half the day gone! " you say in total shock "Why did you let me sleep so long?! " you ask quickly getting up and looking for clothes to put on. "I-I have stuff to do, I'm meeting up with my friends later, and then I have to go to work and and" you ramble off but he quickly cuts you off. "Woah woah calm down, your friend called about an hour ago to cancel, they has some personal things go do. And you don't work today hun, calm down." he says pushing you back down to the bed by your shoulders and places your clothes to the side. He kneed in front of you and looks into your eyes. "Today is about you ok? You've had way too much on your shoulders. You need to let me take some of that weight the same way you've done with me" he says and kisses you. "Today's a day of relaxation, no worries just the two of us ok?" You nod, your worries won't be bothering you for a while. Not as long as Syzoth is here to help you with it.
CW: gn reader, you/your pronouns,comfort/fluff, sleeping in the same bed but nothing else, small tiny bit of angst if you read deeper into it.
Summary: hugging the big doofus of a man called jhonny and slightly over thinking things while you do so
A/n:So uh I had a dream of like hugging him a few days ago. And like I don't usually express my daddy issues but omg that was so comforting and I wish I could relive it again. But here's the basics of what happened. Sorry if this is ooc it was kinda based off a faint memory I have with a similar concept of someone just being really comforting without trying. Requests are always open don't be shy to ask/request for a specific charscter^¥
Word count: 739
You walk into the living room where jhonny is busy reading one of his scripts. Something inside you has the biggest urge to just hug him, feel his warmth hear his heartbeat. So you do. You slowly with slight hesitation walk up to him. He looks up from his scrip, but before he can get a word out you move his arms. You go in for s hug but a lower one. You hug his waist your head being on his chest. You hear the ruffling of his clothing as you do so. The smell of his cologne instantly hitting your nose, it's a strong smell but a comforting one. He tenses up slightly but soon eases in putting his hand on your lower back and rubbing it in a comforting manner.
You both stay silent for a moment. You take in his scent and listen to his heartbeat. It hits you in an instant everything about him is comforting to you. Despite his loud personality and hoe energetic he is, he brings you comfort. You lower half is in a slightly awkward possition you bent down to hug him, but your legs soon buckle as an overwhelming feeling comes over you. You start to sniffle, and tears prick at your eyes. You cry silently. You've never felt this kind of comfort in your life. The way he makes you feel safe. It's unimaginable, you finally feel like you're not in fight or flight mode. You want to stay here forever. But this feeling is new to you. So before you become a sobbing mess you sit up and look away from him wiping your face and sniffling.
Jhonny takes note of this and puts the script down "woah woah, you ok? Did the good old cage get to you?" He asks trying to lighten the mood. You smile and not letting out a weak laugh, but you answer his question "yeah I think so.." you pause for a momment sniffling and collecting yourself. You lean back on your knees and look up at him putting your hands on his knees. "I-I just realized I've never felt.. This kind of comfort" you say, the room goes silent for a second as you both process what just came out your mouth. Before he can speak you continue "I-I know it's dumb it's stupid.. You such a loud and abnoxious guy bringing me comfort" you say laughing at yourself. He let's you continue talking though. "I've just... Something about you.. Its.. It's do comforting" you say as you sit up putting your weight on his knees. He watches you as you get up and sit next to him. You grab one of his hands in your own and draw small gentle circles. "Your presence is comforting... The way you smell.. The rhythm of your heartbeat.. The way your chest rises and falls as you breath.. The ruble your voice makes in your chest.. The sound of your voice.. It all brings me comfort in a strange way" you say not looking up at him. He wraps his arm around you and pull you closer to him. "You mean you feel safe?" You look up at him as if he's read your mind. You hug him once again and nod. "Yes, you make me feel safe and understood" he smiles and hugs you tighter. He'll tease you about this later but for now he'll just continue to comfort you relaxing with you as he tries to mesmerize his lines. Though you being cuddle up to him isn't helping with the tiresome activity.
After a few hours of him quietly reading the his script he notices you've fallen asleep. He smiles to himself as your head lays uncomfortably on him, he gently moves you to lay down and picks you up. He carries you over to his room and makes you cofortable. Not wanting to leave you alone he decides to take a small nap as well. He gets himself out of usual attire and gets into a more comfortable one. He lays besides you pulling you to him, he lays your head on his chest and you curl into him soaking in his warmth. He smiles yet again as he leans in and kisses the top of your head. He soon dozes off as well after looking through his phone for a few minutes. He can't sleep without looking at his phone.
