their kisses with you.
fem. reader. suggestive.
feat. bi-han, kuai, tomas, syzoth.
bi-han —
steady and sure, grabbing at your waist, wrapping a hand around your throat to keep you still as he indulges himself in your lips. although he is not the most affectionate man, bi-han has an exceptional fondness for kisses. perhaps it’s the breathless sounds you make, or the soft gasps in between his tongue — perhaps it is simply that he prefers you at his mercy, a pretty little thing caged beneath or within strong arms. typically at night, when the moon is high and all is silent, he allows himself to calm, to open before you and allow you to initiate. bi-han tends to lose himself in these moments all too easily, an annoyance at his expense. most times, without even trying, simple kisses from you lead to sleepless nights and sore bodies.
kuai liang —
ardent, unrestrained, grasping at hips and breasts and hair, unable to keep what little space remains between the two of you from heating up — figuratively, literally. his lin kuei ways may have taught him restraint, focus, but kuai’s hotheaded tendencies always get the best of him when it comes to you, only for you. his kisses trail like fire all across your body, his teeth leaving scorches in their wake, a tongue like that of flames licking at tender flesh until you melt like caramel in his hands. kuai is unrelentingly keen on smothering you with every bit of adoration he has; his lips alone are more than capable of proving it. you are a goddess worthy of worship, and he a devotee all too willing to bow down and serve, evermore shall his love burn for you.
tomas —
soft like daytime mist, cupping apples of cheeks, the tremble of fingers when his lips touch yours. he has little experience with romancing women, much less the gift of their kisses; you are his beginning, his end. it is precisely why tomas pecks, rather than lose himself to your lips, for a bashful nature keeps what eager will he has in check. his boyish charm only adds to the endearment, and often he finds you to be the one most content in initiating them. it’s a strange comfort, that you still pursue him despite his meeker approach to affection and love. assuring him that he is wanted sends his self-confidence soaring, and gradually does he ease into the idea of receiving and giving kisses on a more constant basis — privately, of course.
syzoth —
quick and light, flurries of kisses, all about your pretty face, your petalsoft lips, sometimes at those sensitive sweet spots across your décolletage if he’s feeling cheekier than usual. syzoth, fairly new to the concept of kissing with warm, wet mouths, tongue and teeth and all, hadn’t expected warm-blood affection to be so pleasant. he is cautious of physicality, having grown to live without its softer aspects for years prior to you, but kisses are easy, innocent enough to practice. you have made it this way for him, precious as you are. he kisses you hello, goodbye, as luck before either one of you leaves for calling duties, and simply when he feels like it, even if friends are around to witness and tease. he doesn’t mind them, as long as you don’t.
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ/ᴀꜱᴋ: "Ain't this a nice surprise" with Johnny Cage x male reader who is also a popular movie star. He's also cocky like Johnny and there's always been a kind of rivalry between them as they're both heartthrobs and stars. The reader is also part of the tournament and being on the same team as Johnny brings out their rivalry a bit more, but in the end they realize they love the whole "fighting each other" and getting into... heated😉 arguments [based on the song Tabloid Junkie by Michael Jackson]
"In the news today, from the strange and weird fact file, this beloved actor and heartthrob and the world's most eligible bachelor has gotten into yet another public feud with co-star and fellow Hollywood heartthrob Johnny Cage.
Sources close to the two suggest that it's over creative differences as they film the much anticipated horror film Goliath, about a giant, man-eating arachnid.
The film is due for release in October of this year, and critics are already praising the two leading men despite their off-screen battles.
No one close to either actor has publicly commented on the feud, but fans speculate that it stems from a clash of personality and the difference between ego and self-importance.
But what we can say is that both actors are expected to work together again later this year, as they team up to star in the gangster epic written and directed by Skorsese."
You rolled your eyes, turning the radio off as you looked around; Kenshi, Kung Lao and Raiden were talking about the upcoming Tournament with Liu Kang. Your arch nemesis was nowhere to be found, thankfully, for once; Johnny usually hung around the Academy like a bad smell when it was time for training, always keen to show off and act like he was the best of the best until you kicked his ass.
The two of you had never gotten along, and the tabloids always managed to sniff out a story when you had to work together, but training for the Tournament always made things worse; a constant need to bicker and fight and squabble with each other until Liu Kang or Raiden were forced to intervene whilst Kenshi and Kung Lao placed bets.
Kenshi always put his money on you, and you knew he made quite a pretty penny.
Your entire career had mostly been dealing with the media trying to break you; they tried to turn you into a fetish object, into a villain, into anything and everything that they could just because they could.
They couldn't do the same to straight actors, so they did it to you instead; it didn't help that you and their beloved Johnny Cage were constantly at each other's throats either, there was always a scoop when it came to the two of you working together. Some chalked it down to him being on Team Steven, whilst you were often on Team Martin.
But lies and rumours like that always circulated best; if they could get a scoop to say that you were an obnoxious, bratty, self centred star, they would run with it even if it wasn't true. They put out stories saying that you had too big of an ego that made you difficult to work with, or that you were always changing things in the script to make things suited to yourself.
They assassinated your character as often as possible, and the Tournament had given you a rather mostly pleasant break from it; sure you still had to put up with Johnny, but at least there weren't paparazzi screaming at you for smoking whilst looking a little bit tired. Or newspaper outlets putting out an article saying that you were pushing an agenda. It was a little bit of a break, it was enough of a break.
The only person who did hound you whilst you were there was Johnny; he was always trying to one up you and to prove something. He was always sniffing around and hot on your tail, like a constant mosquito buzzing in your ear that you couldn't seen to shake. It would have made you hysterical, if you didn't have more important things to worry about than the opinions of a dumb, egotistical, stupidly handsome, stupidly charming, annoyance.
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You were lounging with Kenshi one morning between sessions, talking to him about conspiracies and how you knew that the JFK assassination was done because he had exposed the CIA and what they wanted to do; he asked about how you really thought about Johnny, and you swallowed hard as you shook your head.
"I don't feel anything for him," you said as you tried to focus on your words more than usual. "He's my rival, and he's unfortunately my co-star. That's it."
Kenshi sighed, running a hand through his hair as he hummed. "There's been a rumour going around lately, that you're growing soft on him."
You scoffed, shaking your head as you reached for your drink and took a long, loud, gulp. "Oh please. Johnny's way beneath my league."
"I don't know," he replied, "you're both Hollywood royalty, both cocky and arrogant. Only difference is that you're not selfish."
"Exactly," you muttered. "I'm nothing like him."
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But whilst you and Kenshi were talking up a storm over by the water fountains, the sun was shining kindly as Johnny watched Kung Lao try and perfect his hat throwing; the two of them had become good friends, and Kung Lao had even trained a few of Johnny's stunt teams that he had worked with and come up against on screen. But then Kung Lao paused, turned to him, and quietly asked if the rumours were true.
"What rumours?" Johnny scoffed.
"About you being sweet on your fellow Hollywood heartthrob," Kung Lao shrugged. "A lot of the monks were saying it."
"It's slander," Johnny growled out. "They're bored and we're unfortunately a good soap opera. But I'd never be sweet on him. He's so... blegh."
Kung Lao slowly raised a brow. "Blegh?"
"He's got this stupid way of laughing," Johnny explained, "it's like he barks it out. He snores and talks in his sleep when he's really tired and he's got this stupid smile that's so stupid it lights up a room. He's blegh."
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But even after you and Johnny had put things to rest, the rumours had persisted; you were both reaching breaking point, until you were chosen to spar against each other. It was quiet, and you were quick to put him on his back, growling out why the fuck he was talking about you behind your back. Who the fuck he thought he was to be spreading those types of rumours about you.
Johnny did the same, pinning you down the moment that he had an in, leaning down with his lips against your ear as he dropped his voice; you shivered, you pulled him closer without meaning to, he leaned in without meaning to.
He said it was your fault, you were the one spreading rumours and ruining his reputation. You were the one talking about him behind his back and spreading it.
You kicked him off, pinning him on his chest with his hands behind his back, asking him why he was feeding lies to everyone around you and trying to sabotage your career.
"Time out!" He hissed, and you let him go. "I'm not sabotaging your career. I'd never do that shit to another actor."
You squinted at him as you frowned. "And I'm not spreading that shit about you, so who the fuck is?"
"Why do we keep foolin' ourselves?" He asked. "We keep doing this shit until you leave me a black eye and walk away... don't you wanna stop?"
"Oh, fuck me-"
"I'm sure you'd like to, sweetheart," he scoffed. "But unfortunately for you, you're not my type."
You pushed him off, storming away with a funny feeling in your stomach; it felt the same way as when you had first seen that guy from the same country as you playing your favourite superhero. The one with all the gadgets and the soft brown eyes and the same surname as the football player; it was weird, it felt like you had picked up a magazine and read something that had changed your entire life.
You began to chew at your bottom lip, and when you saw that Kenshi and Kung Lao were watching the television and the trailer for the film you and Johnny were in, you asked them to turn it off; looking at him gave you a weird feeling, and you didn't like it one bit.
You figured that you were probably just tired, maybe you had been outside in the heat for too long, and retired to your room.
Had you been on a set, there was no doubt that they would have twisted it into you being difficult to work with and bratty; they would have gotten everyone to read all about it and devour it because it was just the hottest gossip that they needed to keep some stupid rumour going.
Johnny stayed there, though, lying on the grass staring up at the bright blue sky; he had an odd feeling in his chest that he didn't want to think about. It was the same thing as when he had read his first magazine about how he was the latest shining star on the walk of fame; he felt like it was the first time he had picked up a magazine and seen himself on the front page.
He put his hand on his stomach, and when he heard you asking Kung Lao and Kenshi to turn the small television off, he got up, just in time for you to slam the door in his face when he tried to catch up with you and find out what he had done wrong. His brows furrowed, and for the first time since he had read a bad review of one of his films, Johnny felt genuinely hurt, like someone had stabbed him in the chest.
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"Looks like someone's got a crush," Kung Lao scoffed with amusement and a soft hum as he gestured over to Johnny looking dejected and sad at your door, softly knocking and asking over and over if he could come in. "The gossip blogs would love this! I can see it now: Johnny Cage Falling For Co-star He Kept Fighting With."
Kenshi shook his head. "Leave him alone, Kung Lao. They'll settle things themselves."
"You're no fun, sometimes, Takahashi."
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Eventually, the door opened, and Johnny couldn't help the sigh of relief as he slowly nudged his way in, standing by the door the moment that you slammed it and hissed out a question, asking him what the fuck he wanted and who the fuck he thought he was for demanding you allow him into your personal space; Johnny had never seen you so pissed, and wasn't entirely sure if he was scared, turned on, or a little bit of a mix of both.
"I just wanted to talk," Johnny mumbled, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck and his nails digging in a little as he scratched at an itch that he didn't actually have. "Look, if I pushed things too far... I know we don't like each other and we don't exactly see eye to eye but..."
You rolled your eyes, busying yourself with chores that you didn't need to do, and he saw the way that your hands shook and how you kept doing it three times just to he sure it was done right. "You and your fucking ego, Cage. Not everything is about you, you know. Some shit isn't even anything near to do with you... not everything is you. As much as sometimes I fucking wish it was your fault."
"I really enjoy our whole rivalry thing we got," he admitted, folding his arms and leaning against the door as he sighed and shook his head. "I do. There's no one else I wanna argue with, but... can't we call it a truce? Just while we're here? You don't gotta like me, but I just, y'know, it'd be nice if we could be professional."
You glared at him, clenching your jaw tightly as you got in his face and squared up to him, squinting and furrowing your brows. "Professional? Like how you were so professional when you fucked up my big scene? Or like literally not even an hour ago, when you said I wasn't your type?"
Something clicked as he smiled. "That's what you're upset about?"
"Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" You growled. "I'm everyone's type."
Slowly, Johnny tugged you a little bit closer, his brown eyes settling to gaze at your mouth for a moment before he slowly drew his eyes up to meet yours, a small smile on his lips as he hummed ever so quietly. "Don't be upset, I was acting."
Just like that, your lips were on his as you tugged and pulled at his hair and his shirt, letting him take control and pin you against the door as he put one hand on your cock, the other at the side of your neck so that his thumb stroked your cheek and jaw. You bucked your hips, groaning softly as he palmed at your cock, slowly moving you with him across the room until he was laid back on the sofa with you on his lap.
You hated him so much, hated every single thing that he did and how his ego always came above everything else, but the way he started to rut his hips against you, letting you feel his cock as you ground down against him, you adored it as much as it made your head spin; every single little thought escaping you like a mouse from a cat, only able to focus on the way it all felt, and how fucking good it made you feel.
You pulled away, admiring how swollen and wet his lips were before you slowly pulled your shirt over your head and flung it across the room; Johnny's mouth was on you in an instant, one hand tugging and rolling your nipple on one side whilst his tongue flicked and his mouth pulled at the other side. Your head fell back, your jaw slack and mouth wide open as you laced a hand in his hair to keep him there, and you could feel his stupid fucking smile against your skin.
It didn’t seem right, that he would eagerly drown you in such little actions, in such gentleness and with such a kindness. You had done nothing but squabble and fight and bicker and hate each other, and yet, it didn’t seem to stop him from treating your body like the finest of glass, gentle caresses and sweet touches littering your skin as you quietly begged him not to stop.
Humping against him until you could not help it, and leaned down to press your head against his shoulder; rutting your hips against his, feeling his cock press against yours, as you groaned softly and gripped his shirt tightly.
The headlines would have had a field day with such a sight, with you in all your glory, humping against Johnny like you needed him so badly you couldn’t control yourself, and him, biting and sucking and licking at every inch of skin he could get his mouth on as if you were the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted.
Oh, they would have loved such a sight, plastering it all over every major news outlet and gossip column; you grunted under your breath, hands roaming down to his belt as you tugged at it, bared teeth as you glared at him.
“Well, go on,” he growled, a long and low sigh coming from his mouth as you keenly freed his cock and settled between his legs. Kitten licks and laps up his sheath, sucking on his balls, but right as you were about to skip to the good part, he grabbed your throat, and shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Not yet, sweetheart.”
You settled yourself back on his lap, letting him pull the rest of your clothes down and chuck them across the room, his hands roaming every inch of your body that he could as his eyes went wide and a smile plastered across his face; all that time he had spent hating you and toying with you and slandering you, he never saw before just how good looking you were.
Just how you were his exact type, and how he had never seen anyone nearly as good looking as you before; he grunted softly, letting your teeth sink into the side of his neck as the flesh was sucked into your mouth.
Johnny knew exactly what words to use, exactly which ones would get under your skin and make you whimper when you caught his eye; desperation and a little bit of loathing mixed into your eyes so well that he never wanted it to go away.
Desperation and a little bit of hate, and the way you kissed him when he told you to behave, it was better than anything he had known before; the desperation culminating when he finally asked to fuck you. You were on him in an instant, steadying yourself as you felt his cock stretch your ass, hands on his chest as you panted softly, soon turning to whimpers begging him to move.
“Safe,” you were struggling for breath more than what you wanted to admit. “Safe-word.”
“Shamone,” Johnny growled. “C’mon, baby, show me what you got.”
He was like a parasite, getting under your skin and slowly bucking his hips as you rutted against him, chasing the feeling of being so full and so cockdrunk that it was all you could muster; you hated him, he was worse than the parasites in black and white that would take pictures of you when you went out and hung around with your own friends just to cause gossip.
He was worse than them, but you were so desperate, and the way he fucked you felt all too natural and all too good that you couldn’t even bring yourself to hate the way he was doing it.
“This isn’t for news,” he groaned out, grabbing your ass before letting his hands settle on your thighs, brows knitted together slightly as his mouth fell open and stayed open. “Is it?”
You shook your head, fingernails digging into the skin of his chest, the warmth of him against your balls, the way he pounded into you, fingernails digging into your thighs, teeth on the side of your neck and marking it, claiming it.
Your eyes rolled, little gasps leaving your mouth despite you trying to keep some semblance of self control; you were shaking as you begged him to fuck you and claim you as his.
You weren’t sure what was happening to you, why the man you hated above all else was suddenly driving you wild, suddenly every touch spent sparks flying down your spine, suddenly every syllable from his throat made you whimper and a little bit more desperate, a little bit more needy; you weren’t sure what had happened to put you into such a position, but you were certain that you did not want it to end.
The way his cock felt inside you was too good to be true, the way his tip pressed against your prostate and how your cock felt grinding against him, it felt natural, it felt better than anyone you had been with before.
He doubled down his efforts, rutting into you with such vigor that it made your eyes cross as your entire body jerked and bucked and jolted trying to keep up with him; his cock hammering into your ass enough to make you wonder if he was going to stretch it enough that it wouldn’t bounce back again.
Your thighs shaking as your moans of his name grew progressively louder and progressively more unintelligible. Sweat dripped from your skin as your throat went raw and hoarse, heart pounding harshly against your ribs as you clung to him and begged him not to stop, begged him to keep going.
Johnny wasn’t going to let up, fucking into you as hard and as fast as he could, pulling his legs up so that he could hit deeper and harder with every stroke of his cock, feeling your body shake and tremble as you desperately tried to keep up with him as much as you could; your mouth hung open, tongue lolling from your mouth as you dribbled and drooled over him, smearing it across his body as it mixed with sweat.
His little praises coming quicker and harder as he told you how good you looked taking his cock, how well you took it, what a good boy you were being for him letting him fuck you like that.
“C’mon, baby, why do we keep foolin’ ourselves?” Johnny groaned out, taking your throat in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “Imagine what a power couple we’d be, you and me. And you could take my cock like this whenever you wanted, guilt free. You could be my perfect little pup, baby, takin’ my cock whenever you want, we’d be the kings of Hollywood.”
You shook your head, trying not to melt at the sensation of his finger pressed against your pulse, heart thudding against the pad as you ground your hips and moaned softly, not particularly caring about anything except how fucking good his cock felt. How much you fucking needed him to cum in you, how much you fucking liked it when he played rough with you.
“You hate me,” you pointed out, still slowly grinding and fucking yourself on his cock as you felt heat course through your body from your arms to your legs and back up again, feeling so full and so stuffed with his cock that you didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to stop getting fucked like that. It was intoxicating, but what was worse was the fact that it felt all too natural, as if you were supposed to be there with him, as if something had pushed you both together that neither of you would ever really understand. “And I hate you.”
“Just because you read it in a magazine, see it on the screen, or read about it, doesn’t mean it’s true,” Johnny huffed out, taking the initiative and putting you on your back, leaning over you as he tugged you so that your ass was hanging from the edge of the sofa and he could see his cock bullying into you with every snap of his hips as he hummed. “Fuck, you take my cock like such a champ… looks so fuckin’ good wreckin’ your hole like that, shit…”
Your eyes rolled back as your legs began to tremble, whimpering and whining and writhing as you tried to keep up and tried to stay as close to him as you could; your head tilted back, exposing all the marks that he had left littered across your skin, his hand finding its way to your pulse again, squeezing just enough for you to feel the pressure and choke on certain words but not silence you.
Your hands reached out for him, pulling him down as he rutted into you, filled you so good that you couldn’t even clench around him, his thick cock bullying you all too easily as you welcomed the sensation.
He leaned back, something sparking in his mind as he gave the side of your ass a stinging slap, making you yelp and beg for him to do it again and again until he was worried that you were going to get blisters across such beautiful, soft skin; he took your cock in his hand, pumping it in time with how he pistoned into you, watching you squirm and beg him not to stop. You had given in to him, and you knew it; every desire quenched and every fire watered as he touched and fucked you whilst you laid there, begging him to keep going. Begging the man you hated above anyone else in the world, to treat you like he loved you.
It was like something out of an awful film; two actors who hated each other, suddenly unable to keep their hands off of each other. Driving each other wild and trying to burn out the energy and the desire and the flames like it was disco; it was like every badly written porno and every badly written film that was not made for a gay audience, but fuck, if it didn’t feel good.
Having him touch you and fuck you like you were some kind of prized possession, like he was chasing your release just so he could brag about being the one to draw it out of you; it made your heart thump as you moaned his name loudly, trying to grab onto his forearms in hopes that it would simmer the desire down a little bit.
You were a dangerous one, Johnny couldn’t deny that, able to tear down his ego with your own so easily and then make him crumble even more just by calling his name with that half-pant half-moan sound that made him mumble your praises a little bit louder; Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor, everybody wanted you, everybody wanted a piece of you and to know what it was like to be with you, but only Johnny had been given such a miraculous privilege, and he wasn’t about to let it go so easily.
He had read the headlines speculating about you, about what you wanted in a partner, and he couldn’t believe himself when he realised that he had had it all along.
The magazine photoshoots that you had done that he had teased you about, how his eyes had lingered on your bare stomach, your naked chest, your thighs and your mouth for a little bit too long for it to be comfortable for him; the magazine photoshoots where you had been laughing and smiling, and how they always made his chest feel a little bit tight.
His grip on you grew tighter, bruising the soft skin as he realised that you were more dangerous than he had given you credit for; you were a much more lethal predator than anyone had realised. Something a little more than an apex, something a little better than a keystone. You were driving him wild.
All those television interviews you had done, your gaze at the camera, how you knew exactly how to show off your best assets and you had the ego to go with it, fuck, he could hardly believe that you were beneath him, begging to be fucked like some kind of wild animal in rut; bucking and grinding your hips as you tried to chase it, the natural instincts and urges that made you human.
The natural need and desire to fuck and to breed mixing with the human need and desire to be close and for it to mean something other than just pure sex. But then you clenched around him, your anal walls clamping around his cock as you whimpered his name, and Johnny knew what was about to come.
Your tongue fell from your mouth, jaw wide open as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your balls tightening as you felt the pit in your stomach and the familiar growl forming in the cavity of your chest. Your thighs were shaking, head pressed firmly into the sofa as you howled and, within an instant, felt your cum dribble and drip onto your stomach; Johnny paused, not sure if he wanted to keep going or to stop for just long enough to lap it up and spit it back into your mouth.
But then the smallest of whimpers left the back of your throat, and he had his answer as he braced himself against the back cushions and rutted into you with renewed vigor.
Johnny knew he wasn’t going to last long as he pounded into you as hard and as fast as his body would allow, grunting out your praises as he promised that he would breed you, he would make sure that everyone would be able to smell his cum from inside you and know that you were his, he would ruin you for every other man on the planet; you were breathless, struggling out that you didn’t want him to stop, that you wanted him to keep going until you were whimpering and whining and begging for him to ease up.
You had never felt so full before, never felt that fire in your chest before, and when you met his brown eyes, and he smiled at you, you hated it; you were supposed to hate him, you had always hated him, but for whatever reason, you didn’t feel it anymore.
You didn’t feel hate when you met his gaze, his stupid charming smile and felt the way he softly stroked your cheek as he told you that he was going to look after you, that he was going to do whatever he could to make up for how he had treated you before. You hated that you didn’t hate him anymore, that you hadn’t hated him for a long time and you couldn’t repress it anymore.
But then, the more you thought about it, the more that you realised you had never actually hated him as much as you said you did; he was your rival when it came to work, but outside of it, he was just an annoyance who you found endearing. Maybe you didn’t ever hate him, but you hated the way that he looked at you like he loved you, and that he fucked you like you meant something more to him than just a cum dump to release the tension.
You hated the softness in his eyes, the way he whispered your name when he kissed you, the way he seemed to know all the right buttons to push to make you shake and call his name.
But you could never be more than friends with him, if anything, it would cause a scandal that would ruin your career as much as his; you couldn’t bring that onto him, even though there was something about him that made you want to give him everything. You would have to keep things behind closed doors, and you wouldn’t do that to him; you shook your head, wondering why you were having such thoughts, but then he kissed you, and you knew exactly why.
You despised that you were thinking of such things, you despised the thought that there was something about him that made you want to give it to him. Something about him that made your heart both ache and pound at the same time.
The words he used when he praised you, the way that every syllable dripped with sincerity and was followed by a small little touch, a little question of if you wanted him to keep going; you hated what he was doing to you, you didn’t want it to stop. It felt so fucking good, it felt too fucking good, you just wished it was anyone else in the world making you feel such a thing, not Johnny fucking Cage.
A man you had sworn you would always hate and be glad when you were far away from him; but then he paused, grunting in your ear as he filled your ass until he could feel his cum drip down his cock before landing on the floor.
He was a parasite, he was a fucking parasite and you didn’t want him to infect anyone else, spent and catching your breath as you felt him pull out; he admired his work for a little while, before he gently laid you on your stomach, kissing your temple as he groaned softly.
“Fuck, if I wasn’t sure you couldn’t take it, I’d eat my cum out of your ass right now.”
“I can take it,” you told him, sighing heavily. “Just hurry up, the less time I have to spend with you, the better.”
Johnny hummed, getting behind you and licking a long stripe from your taint to your rim before he lapped at the puckered entrance, able to taste the mix of sweat and cum as he groaned softly against you, sending a jolt through your body that made you push back against him; he grinned, holding your ass with one hand before he let his tongue slip into you.
You shuddered, feeling his drool smear across you as he collected his cum onto his tongue, nibbling and biting at your cheeks between making sure that your hole was good and clean for him. The musky scent infected his nose and made him reluctant to ever stop.
Confident that he had gotten it all, he slowly and gently coaxed you onto your back, straddling your lap as he bent down and kissed you; you could feel it on your tongue, making you groan his name as you pulled him closer and closer in a vain attempt to be as tangled together as possible.
Tugging at his hair and his neck as you felt your head spin, pushing your hips up into him as your breath started to get shaky and you could feel the blood rushing all over again; you didn’t want it to end, didn’t want Johnny to go away, didn’t want him to pull himself away when his lungs begged him to.
Johnny hummed as he played with you, gently stroking your face and letting his hands roam over you as he admired every inch that he had never taken notice of before; every inch that he had seen in a magazine and had allowed himself to linger on for far too long, enjoying the fact that he had the real deal right underneath him.
Enjoying the fact that you were doing the exact same as your hands roamed over him, taking in every little bit that you could touch before your hands drifted between his legs, wrapping around his cock as you raised your brows with a soft, questioning, curious hum.
“You can’t go for round two,” Johnny laughed softly, shaking his head. “You got star power, baby, but not that much.”
You sighed, hating that you knew that he was right but refusing to admit it. “You’re just worried you can’t keep up, Cage.”
He shook his head again, leaning down to softly nibble and suck at your neck as he purposefully rutted against you just to hear you moan softly. “We should argue more often, y’know, if we’re gonna end up like this.”
You hated that you were agreeing with him, you hated that you thought about asking him if he would be willing to argue in public but then love you behind closed doors; you hated it, but you were also glad of it. You wanted to be near him, wanting to feel him, wanted to hear his voice, and you hated yourself for it but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about it and from wanting it.
“Unfortunately, Cage,” you sighed, getting up and searching for your clothes. Leaving him on the sofa as you shook your head and did your best not to look. “I think you might be right about this one thing.”
“Oh?” He was quick to get behind you, holding your hips and pulling you so that your back was flush to his chest, his lips against your ear as he hummed under his breath. “Run that by me again, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning into him and encouraging him when he dared to dip his hands down, almost touching you right where you wanted him to be. “I think you’re onto something. The whole, argue and then end up like this.”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded. “And what about me taking you to dinner? Or out with me? We could tell the paparazzi that it’s on the orders of whatever director we’re working with… tell ‘em we gotta spend time together… get a little closer… so we’ll stop arguing.”
“I’ll think about it,” you hummed, breaking away and starting to dress yourself as you huffed. “Meet me back here before lights out.”
A/N: I thought about Fujin watching me while I shower, and boom came this story. Please enjoy! 😉😉😊😊
You return home from a month-long mission, warmly welcomed back by your beloved Lord Fujin. He's just as excited, if not more, as you are to spend time together, but first you wanna freshen up and take a very well-deserved shower. “Ahhh…this feels so nice…” The hot water felt amazing, washing away the dirt, stress, and bullshit from your skin and hair. As you relaxed, you heard the curtain shuffle behind you and turned around to find Fujin biting his lip and stroking his member while gazing at you in all your wet glory.
“Heh, couldn't help yourself, huh? Don't worry, I'm almost done.”
"Ohh, do not mind me, my love. Take all the time you need, and I'll enjoy this wonderous view."
Don't let his adorable soft gaze fool you. The second you step out of the shower, he will go absolutely feral on you. Pretty sure your body was more heated than the water at that point just thinking about it. As you continue to wash yourself, your mischievous mind decides to take over and tease the man. You rubbed all over your body in such a sultry manner, fondling your own breasts, hands tracing your curves as your hips give a little shake. You glance over your shoulder a bit to see Fujin mesmerized, stroking himself a bit faster as he enjoys the sexy water dance.
"Haa...you're just soo fucking beautiful..."
The desperation in his tone and groans are turning you on more and more. He's absolutely craving you right this moment, but hey, he decided to torture himself by watching. You smirked as you turned back around, bending over to rub your legs. The groan that left Fujin's throat as he saw your massive plump ass just a few inches from his cock, man oh man it drove him insane.
"You're playing a very, very dangerous game, sweetheart..."
“Am I now?”
Indeed you were. You began to rub your pussy, spreading your lips to display your tight, moist entrance with a seductive look in your eye.
“All for you baby…”
Aaaand with that....that right there was the final blow that broke the wind god. Accepting your invitation, he immediately shut off the water, picked you up over his shoulder and plopped you down on the bed. He didn't care how wet the bed was, he was gonna make you even wetter. You sat up on your elbows, taking the sight of Fujin removing all his clothes, his eyes completely filled with lust as he crawled his way towards you.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself, sweetheart. But now it is my turn..."
Fujin swiftly pulled you by the legs towards him, and spread them wide open. Immediately digging his face in your pussy, you yelped very loudly, grasping onto his hair before he took both your hands and placed them at your side, going to town on you. His tongue rapidly penetrates your entrance, slurps up your entire mound like its ice cream and sucks the ever living fuck out of your sensitive clit. It was way too much and before you knew it, your legs trembled ferociously with your sweet delicious nectar exploding all over his face. You were a screaming, squirming mess.
“Ahhh! Nghh! Mmmm! Oh my- oh my g-AHH!! FUUUCK!! OHHHH!”
Fujin chuckled as he wiped his face and laid himself on top of you to whisper in your ear.
"So soon, what a shame. I was just getting started….”
Fujin then stuffed himself inside of you, and the sensation was just blissful.
"Nngh…FUCK!…" Fujin hissed, trying to compose himself.
That might've been the sexiest "Fuck" you've ever heard and it made you tighten around him even more. Without wasting another second, Fujin lifted up your legs and began thrusting like a madman. The slick wet noises echoed throughout the room, and you covered your mouth trying not to scream your lungs out, but Fujin feels way too damn good to not scream. He wanted to hear your sweet voice, to be reminded how good he makes you feel. His pace quickened, and you were just in heaven. You caught a glimpse of him immersed in the sight of his cock going in and out of you, his moans getting louder and louder before he halted himself and flipped you over on your stomach. He took you from behind, his pace now at a dangerous level. Your screams were buried in the pillows, hands and teeth gripping the sheets for dear life as he gripped your hips, enjoying the sight of your ass bouncing from his relentless pounding. You felt your knot break and came again, as did Fujin, screaming his ass off as he blesses your insides with copious amounts of his seed.
The both of you collapsed on the bed. Exhausted but oh so satisfied, panting as your naked, sweaty bodies snuggled together. But before engaging in another round, you needed to refuel. “Can we order takeout, please?” Fujin chuckled in agreement, kissing your cheek, super delighted to have you back.
honey, could you write headcanons of tomas (smoke) in love with mileena and kitana's little sister? If you can and want to, of course.
♡:: tomas vrbada (smoke) x fem!reader hcs!
> i will be yelling my man my man my man!!! until the day i die!! 😩 i am so obsessed with this man you don’t understand!! i am so glad they brought him back for this timeline i missed him so 😞
> update (10/07/23) i am sorry for taking forever with requests! just been busy with life!! i will update all the requests today and tonight pls look forward to it!
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tomas is the DEFINITION of love! oh man oh man oh man, when i say he’s in love, HE'S IN LOVE!
he would adore you until the end of time if you would let him, he would worship you as if you’re the only girl in the world
this trope is like how he fell first and you fell harder! or for tomas, its both.. he craved to be in your presence and savor it every time he got to be with you
you were the sun, your eyes held the universe within them.. he looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon.
it is no lie that tomas is a kind soul, he is genuine and very caring with everything he does with you. he cherishes the time he gets to spend with you and gets sad when he has to return to his clan while you are off to your royal duties.
or also.. his favorite times with you would be walking along the rivers of edenia, talking about your day and what’s been new since your sister became empress..
though talks wouldn’t last long since he would stare at you for so long that he would forget what you’re taking about which would end with scolding from you and makeup cheek kisses from him
he would openly show his fondness for you! seriously no amount of teasing from the guys would stop him from doing so.
though mileena and kitana aren't exactly fond with your relationship with tomas, you're an outworlder while he was an earthrealmer so the relationship was doomed from the beginning they said.
you both never saw it that way despite your sisters doubts, "it's just a small obstacle, nothing more." he would whisper to you.
tomas is VERY protective of you, he lost his family and a brother.. there is no way he ever wants to lose you and dreads the day if it were to come.
visiting earth realm? expect him to be your side 24/7!! he is YOUR bodyguard wether your sisters like it or not, he doesn't trust anyone else to protect you expect him and his brothers clan
he LOVES cuddles and no, you never will leave his arms per his request (not that you wanted to anyways)
he loves to traces his fingers along your arms and sides to help you relax after a long day
or he would help bathe you, gently scrubbing your head and massaging your shoulders as you rant about anything on your mind.
imo marriage doesn't really cross his mind until kuai lang's was announced and THEN he would have a field day imaging you walking down the isle and living the married life with you
he wouldn't bring it up at first until you do tbh, he's scared of your sisters disapproval if he were to purpose the idea to you or them
although he would go look for rings, you did deserve the best of course so finding the right one was pressuring enough
tomas would def daydream about your future together
little mini yous and hims running around your home, teaching your children how to read, write and especially how to fight in order to protect themselves
he would do very romantic things for you, leaving earth realm flowers for you on your bed.. love letters and drawings of you from the last time he saw you
he does idolize johnny cage so he would try to get some advice on how to wow you on your next date together (johnny would give him ideas from old rom-con movies which he appreciated v much)
tomas would vow to himself to make sure you that you know in every possible way that he loves you and only you, nothing can cut the string of fate between you both
darling, tomas wants nothing but you, give him some love and reassurance in return and he's yours until the end.
Imagine Havik with a passive S/O, and dragging them along for his crusades of madness. He's out there having a blast, and while it's not their cup of tea per say, they're trying to be a supportive S/O anyhow and be besides him. Even if they're not causing enough chaos as they could, he'd find it cute. Aw, look at them go, struggling to crush another man's skull. Out of the way babe, this is how you do it. The gore splashes onto their clothes from, both sides as they smile and give him a thumbs up. In the end, he ends up showing off how brutal he can really be, and for a moment he wonders how someone so passive can tolerate his animosity for order.
Why haven't they run away or deserted him? Rain did after what he'd done in Seido, with Darrius leaving his side only moments ago. He'd wondered for a while if he'd have to go on alone, and so seeing his S/O there amidst the chaos waiting for him there imbues him with a certain vigor. They are the calm to his storm, completing him in a twisted sort of way. Perhaps it is this contrast that has captured him so. It leaves an inkling of conflict on his bloody heart, something he can reflect on in the aftermath as he reunites with them.
Imagine your mk f/o challenging someone on your behalf. Maybe this person is an enemy. Perhaps they looked at you and made you uncomfortable. Or they were being a jerk. Perhaps they were threatening you/ f/o?
Whatever the reason. They would protect you with their life. You are the most precious person to them. And they love you.
I don't make the rules. They love you,dont argue. <3
Shang tsung absolutely adores you,would kill for you. Would die for you plz dont shang like gdi!
Either way,what bliss?
Shang tsung is the type who would be a simp for his s/o. Absolutely head over heels. Absolutely spoils tf outta you!
He dotes on his beloved. Coos them gently.
But he expects the same.
Course everyone would know your his. He would make that most certainly known!
He is the type so to say all these sweet things,do these sweet things. Frets over you(he don't do that for just anyone. Thats how you really know he loves you!)
"My dear,plz take a jacket. Its cold!"
"Ugh you are so helpless sometimes! Lemme help you with that"
Yeah. He may sound like a momma/papa hen but he genuinely fucking loves you and would do anything for you. After all. He feels like he aint never gonna find a love like this ever again. He will sink his claws into that and never let go. Its suffocating,intoxicating,possessive but respectful too. Its a luciferian,devil in love,type of love. Im sorry you want shang? You gonna get that type.
But most of all...he's touchy touchy. On you.
On him? He wont say no to a hug if you ask,or a steal a quick kiss. He wont even say no if that really is your love language or you just are super affectionate.
But he wont always initiate. You will have to ask. Its not that he doesn't care. Quite the opposite! He just would rather have his hands n claws all over you.
He will coil around you like a dragon with it's treasure.
"My most precious treasure. My beloved pearl. The most beautiful jewel in my hands" *smothers you in kisses*
Look fluffy shang is best shang because you one lucky bih if you got this man all over you! And he will!
Also i hc of your mad at him,even if its not really that bad and it's superficial and you forgot about why you were mad. Or even if you aren't the type to stay mad. He will suck up to you. He will give you gifts,say every pet name in the book,kiss your hand,etc. Like this man is wrapped around your finger. He loves it and hates it. He hasn't felt like this with someone in such a long time. So please don't ever take it for granted. He genuinely loves you hunny.
Dilf/Gilf to a T.
I could go on forever! But yeah. Shang tsung loves his baby. Nothing is too good for babygirl. (Babygirl in a gn neutral way. Because all y'all baby to him,no take backs!)
