I know everyone headcanons that Kung Lao is kind of dumb, but what if he's actually super smart, and he just does that so he has an advantage on everyone else??
Or imagine if he doesn't hide his smartness and just :
Johnny : Ok so literally this interview for this role had me biting down on my fingers-
Kung Lao : It's impossible to bite down unless you specifically hold your lower jaw in place and force your head downwards. So actually, you bit up.
Also for my love of trans guys, can you do trans Johnlaoshi ? If you don't know how to write ot3 just trans Kung Lao with anyone.
I can absolutely do those three and in fact it would b a pleAsure to.
Send me some Mortal Kombat characters or ships for some NSFW headcanons!
(Btw general hcs im operating off of for myself r none of them have bottom op, Kenshi n Johnny have had top, n Kung Lao is no op occasional binding depending on what he’s up for. Words used here include cock, dick, folds, entrance, and chest)
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In the early days when they’re all at the academy, the dynamic is focused around Kung Lao and Johnny having fun
They fool around with each other, because it’s easy and good and they get the other’s brashness, and then they stumble into Kenshi being in the equation. Maybe through him walking in on them, maybe through a bet or an argument or a charged promise of revenge that leads into hurried touching and curled toes. Either way, it happens
From there it becomes a game, a push and pull of energy between the three of them
Kenshi is in it for the stress relief. It’s good sex, and an outlet to mess around with his friends who he regrettably enjoys fucking (even if they still annoy the shit out of him)
Johnny and Kung Lao are in it for the bit, to see who can goad Kenshi into things, who can get him to bite back first and show his fun side. It’s a challenge to make things more interesting
Plus, it is hot
“Look at that, Johnny.” Kung Lao bites his lip with a smirk as he watches Kenshi enter the room, his eyes running over the two of them as he takes his coat off, the evening already well under way. “We’ve got a visitor.”
They’re in Kenshi and Johnny’s quarters, kneeling upright on the bed as they rub against each, their cocks shiny and flushed as they bulge up from their folds
Kenshi watches quietly as he gets undressed and goes casually through the movements of getting ready himself, his eyes heated as he works on the harness of his strap
“We’re comparing sizes up close, Kendoll,” Johnny says breathlessly.
Kung Lao grinds his hips forward, making Johnny grunt, and smirks at Kenshi again. “Want to referee on who’s bigger?” he asks.
Kenshi makes a low sound, stalking over and tugging Kung Lao off Johnny. He presses him down, and Kung Lao kind of laughs, smirking. “Oh no, it seems I’ve been captured by a swordsman,” he says, and then, dropping his voice all mockingly sweet, “How deep will you impale me, sir?”
Kenshi sinks to his elbows and growls in Kung Lao’s ear, “Until you make a good sheath.”
Kung Lao’s breath hitches. “Shit, Kenshi…”
Kenshi starts to work him open, and Johnny can’t take his eyes off them
Kenshi sinks his fingers in, firm and deep, and Kung Lao makes such nice sounds and—
Johnny watches intently, touching himself while they get into it
Depending on the type of night, it can go several ways from there
On days they’re on good terms, Johnny will eventually migrate to press against Kenshi’s back, feeling him over as he rocks into Kung Lao. He’ll croon over the two of them, telling them how good they look, how nice they sound
On other nights, Johnny gets punishment. If he’s dragged his feet or been too much of an ass, Kenshi won’t let him in. He just has to stay worked up, curling into himself while he’s forced to watch from a distance
The three of them don’t really have defined roles, though. They’re always experimenting and exploring with each other
Sex becomes almost like another competition, something to one up each other on just like in training
Johnny and Kung Lao find (to their delight) that Kenshi is actually up for very stupid and risky things, if they lead him into it enough
Blowjobs behind the washrooms? (Are you chicken, Takahashi?)
Groping under the table at meals? (I’ll give you Sento if you don’t make a sound)
They feed off each other’s energy and antics, sweaty arms slung over shoulders after a hard training session blending into nails scraping down thighs and over leather as Kenshi keeps Johnny in place, Kung Lao buried deep in his throat
There are still genuine tender moments here and there though, especially in the time between Raiden becoming champion and the actual tournament, when Raiden is way more removed as he trains harder and they’re all feeling some of the sting from losing
I think some of Kung Lao’s insecurities seep out a bit here, being second suddenly, and the physical relationship helps a lot
He’s always been gung ho in his masculinity, in himself, but after losing to Raiden and hearing comments that disdain his garishness… some worries sneak in that morph and rot into doubts about himself
He finds days that his confidence stutters, that he worries about how he’s perceived in his manhood. Johnny and Kenshi notice how bothered he is by all of it, and help to reaffirm him a lot in different ways
Sometimes that’s by letting him feel in control and on top by domming them both, his hips snapping into Johnny as Kenshi watches from the sidelines, restrained and still dressed with a sweaty brow, and others it is something subtle in the passive moments of pleasure they swap on rest days
“God, Kenshi, you seein’ this thing?”
Kenshi glances down from where he’s reading at Kung Lao’s side, both of them reclined casually while Johnny lays between Kung Lao’s legs, and whistles
“Nice cock,” he says. “Very handsome.”
Johnny grins in response, and Kung Lao lets out a soft breath as he starts stroking him again. “Great cock,” he emphasizes
Kenshi rolls his eyes, putting his book down and turning onto his side, one hand settling idly on Kung Lao’s stomach where his shirt’s been rucked up. “He’s got ‘Great’ everything, Cage. Told us he takes after his ancestor, didn’t he?”
“Mmm.” Johnny leans down to mouth at Kung Lao’s entrance, running his tongue up and over his dick. “That he did,” he says, kissing the tip. His hands twitch slightly on Kung Lao’s thighs, and Johnny groans, distracted for a moment. “Damn… Takes after a damn tree, too. God these legs…”
Kenshi huffs as Johnny settles down to take Kung Lao in his mouth again, his own hand wandering up to push Kung Lao’s shirt out of the way and begin gently kneading at his chest, squeezing the flesh and rolling it beneath his palm. The mix of sensations makes Kung Lao’s eyes flutter closed.
“You guys suck,” he mumbles.
Kenshi noses against his jaw, moving some of his loose hair out of the way to kiss the skin. His fingers tug pointedly at Kung Lao’s nipple. “That’s Johnny’s job,” he mutters.
That tender piece of their dynamic, that feels different from the friendship and the sex, only grows during their time in Outworld
By the time they’re post Kenshi blinding, there’s a lot more slowness and touch to everything they do, they’re not as rushed and are all more familiar. Whatever relationship this is is… solid.
Johnny gets even more touchy than he already was. Nearly losing Kenshi and learning… concerning things about different fates in previous timelines from slips and interactions in the chaos between realms has made him… clingy. He doesn’t want to lose this, either of them, and feeling both of them under him, around him, inside him, is one of the best ways to feel full and secure that they’re… ok
They feel up each others bodies, the old scars and the new, grounding each other as they grind on each other
Johnny tells Kenshi how he’s got him, how he’s always got his back as he fingers him open while Kenshi’s in his lap, his movements slow, and Kenshi lets himself relax for once, feeling safe even without Sento assisting as Kung Lao kisses all over his chest and stomach
Calloused fingers scarred with small cuts from hat practice run over Kenshi’s top scars and the tattoos that cover and decorate them, and the areas on his ribs that unsafe binding used to bite into the skin
Kung Lao leans up to suck into his neck, carding fingers through his hair only to reach past and tug Johnny a bit closer by his nape, both of them sandwiching Kenshi between them
He can hear their dual smirks as they mutter to each other, about how lovely he looks, about how good he feels. There’s a soft sound as they kiss, a little hum, before Johnny’s chin hooks over Kenshi’s shoulder, his cologne strong
“We’ve been talking, babe, and uh…” He laughs slightly, almost sounding worried, and kisses Kenshi’s neck, crooking his fingers suddenly. Kenshi makes a sharp sound, hands scrabbling up to grip Kung Lao’s arms. “I know you’re up for bein’ in my movies, but uh… would you ever wanna make a private flick?”
Kenshi groans, rocking down into Johnny’s touch hard
“Told you he’d hate it,” Kung Lao prods.
Johnny sputters. “I don’t know if that was hating it, maybe a little disapproving but—”
Kenshi makes a grunt in protest, grip immediately tightening. God they’re both idiots. His idiots, though… maybe he’s not that far behind them with what he’s imagining right now
He tilts his face up with a gasp as Johnny’s palm grinds against his cock, his mouth finding the edge of Kung Lao’s jaw. “I really—” He swallows thickly. “I really don’t hate it,” he breathes.
Kung Lao makes a sound of surprise, but it’s muffled as Kenshi kisses him, swallowing the next grunt of appreciation as Kung Lao melts forward
Johnny laughs from behind him, pushing them both down until Kenshi is laying on Kung Lao’s chest, Johnny still knuckle deep inside him
“That’s great to hear, Kendoll, ‘cause honestly?” His hand runs past Kenshi’s thigh to skirt over Kung Lao’s. “I’ve been wanting to capture this view for a while.”
