Hihihi! Do you do requests? If you do can you please do a Kung Lao x Fem! Goddess Reader? So basically Kung Lao had been falling for a Goddess that is so kind and sweet but also always so graceful…so basically Kung Lao cant stop thinking about her and wants to “Make Love” to her and she founds out and lets him Make Love to her…Also i just wanted to say thank you for your writings because i really do enjoy it after a hard day of work<3
A Mortal's Devotion
thank u so much for reading my stuff!! i'm glad it helps u decompress a bit after work, Lord knows we all need it, hope i did this fic justice
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Goddess!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, mutual desire,
A/N: ngl, my brain went through ab 15-20 different ideas for a goddess and i went with the classic death and memory goddess—also, i struggled with how to end it so sorry if it cane out shitty 😭😭
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Kung Lao wasn’t sure when his infatuation with you began. He only knew that it had, and that it had settled into him quietly, stubbornly, refusing to leave.
He first noticed you while crossing the courtyard on his way to grab a snack.
You stood there with Liu Kang, long hair cascading down your back, your purple-black dress swaying gently with the breeze as you spoke. There was a serenity about you that felt deliberate, earned. A calm that didn’t beg for attention yet commanded it effortlessly.
Liu Kang had invited you for tea, mentioning that it had been far too long since the two of you last spent time together. You had accepted graciously, eager to leave your own realm for a while and enjoy the Fire God’s company.
Kung Lao stopped mid-step.
He stared.
Far too long.
So long, in fact, that a hand suddenly clapped down on his shoulder, jolting him out of his trance.
“I know, man,” Johnny said, shaking his head with a knowing grin. “She’s insanely hot. But if you keep staring like that, you’re gonna creep her out.”
Kung Lao swatted his hand away, scowling.
“I wasn’t staring.”
Johnny snorted. “Sure you weren’t.”
Johnny wandered off after patting Kung Lao’s shoulder once more, snickering under his breath. Even as Kung Lao continued on his way, he couldn’t help himself, his gaze drifting back toward you one last time.
His eyes widened when he realized you were already looking at him curiously, eyes soft and unbothered.
You lifted your hand and waved gently, offering him a small, warm smile. Caught off guard, Kung Lao immediately bowed his head and tipped his hat in reflexive respect before hastily shuffling off toward the dining hall, heart pounding far louder than it had any right to.
He finally met you properly during dinner.
Liu Kang had invited you to join them, wanting to share a meal and formally introduce the new champions. The hall felt quieter the moment you entered, your presence settling over the space like a hush before prayer.
“I would like to introduce you all to Lady Y/N,” Liu Kang said warmly, pride and fondness evident in his tone. “The Goddess of Death and Memory.”
Every man at the table stood at once, bowing deeply.
You laughed softly, the sound gentle and soothing, and waved your hand dismissively.
“That’s quite enough, boys,” you said kindly. “Please, just call me Y/N. Titles and formality carry far too much weight.”
A ripple of light chuckles moved through the group as they relaxed, understanding exactly what you meant.
The table gradually filled with conversation. Some spoke of current events, others compared training routines, and a few couldn’t help but cast curious glances your way, clearly working up the courage to ask questions they’d been holding back.
“Lady Y/N, I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” Kenshi said at last, inclining his head politely as he looked toward you. “But… what exactly do you do as the Goddess of Death and Memory?”
You smiled at him, gentle and reassuring, shaking your head softly.
“Not forward at all,” you replied warmly. “I care for souls who have passed on. I guide them where they need to go.” Your voice softened. “Sometimes, I simply provide comfort and company to those who are not ready to move on. I also watch over those who were forgotten.”
The table grew quieter as you spoke.
“There are… other duties as well,” you continued, your smile turning faintly bittersweet. “Roles I cannot speak of, for the sake of those involved.”
You dipped your head slightly, the weight of centuries hidden behind grace.
Kung Lao listened in silence, chest tight in a way he didn’t quite understand. Death had never sounded so gentle before.
“What about your power over memories?” Raiden asked gently.
You hummed in thought before nodding. “I can take, reveal, or manipulate memories,” you explained calmly. “Though I do not use that power lightly. In fact, I avoid it whenever possible.”
“And when would such power be necessary?” he pressed, curiosity soft but sincere.
“In dire situations,” you replied. “Ones that threaten the realms themselves.” A small chuckle slipped past your lips as you rested a finger beneath your chin. “Believe it or not, death does not always mean peace. Some souls, even after passing, can still cause great chaos.”
The mood shifted, the men becoming more attentive.
“At times,” you continued, “it is better to obscure or reshape their memories of who they once were. It only works in our favor if they do not grow too curious about the truth.”
Johnny leaned forward slightly, eyes wide. “So… you’ve actually done that before?”
You laughed softly, the sound light and teasing despite the subject matter.
“Maybe,” you said, offering him a knowing smile.
Kung Lao swallowed, suddenly very aware that the woman seated across from him held not only the dead in her care, but the past, present and future in her hands.
“Has any of them ever gotten their memories back?” Kung Lao asked quietly.
Your gaze settled on him, steady and thoughtful. For a moment, you said nothing. Then you nodded slowly, lips pursing as your eyes flicked briefly to Liu Kang—an unspoken understanding passing between you.
“It… has happened,” you answered softly. Then, firmer, more final, “Though it is taken care of.”
The subtle change in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.
A brief silence fell over the table as everyone exchanged glances, collectively understanding that this was not a subject to press further. No one asked follow-up questions. No one joked.
And just like that, you eased the moment away.
Your tone softened again, conversation slowly returning to lighter topics as dinner continued, laughter trickling back in little by little.
Yet for Kung Lao, the weight of your words lingered—proof that beneath your kindness lived something ancient, decisive, and unyielding.
A goddess, after all, even a gentle one, must sometimes be final.
Kung Lao had thought that night would be the only time he would ever see you.
He was wrong.
You began appearing at the temple more often after that, usually alongside Liu Kang.
What started as occasional visits slowly became something familiar. You found comfort within the temple walls, among its quiet courtyards and disciplined inhabitants, and they, in turn, grew used to your presence.
So did Kung Lao.
Whenever the two of you crossed paths, you talked. Nothing grand or profound at first. Just small conversations. Casual remarks. Passing comments that lingered longer than they should have.
And somewhere along the way, he started noticing more than just your beauty.
He noticed your kindness, the way you spoke gently even when discussing heavy subjects. How you lit up over mundane things, smiling as if the smallest joys were worth treasuring. Your love for food rivaled his own, and he found himself looking forward to meals just a little more when you were around.
It was the little things.
Before he realized it, he was falling.
The others noticed long before he did.
They teased him relentlessly, catching the way his expression softened whenever you entered a room. Even Raiden, normally reserved, couldn’t resist offering a few pointed remarks that left Kung Lao flustered and defensive.
You, however, noticed his attention and dismissed it easily.
Mortals fell for gods all the time. It was nothing new. Nothing worth dwelling on—he would move on eventually.
Or so you told yourself.
Your curiousity began to crack one quiet afternoon, when you and Liu Kang sat together for tea in a secluded part of the temple, deliberately away from prying eyes. The conversation flowed easily—Earthrealm’s balance, the flow of souls, whether any of those under your watch had caused trouble since passing.
Then, naturally, the topic shifted.
To Liu Kang’s champions.
And that was when you noticed the faint, unmistakable glint of mischief in the Fire God’s eyes.
“You know,” Liu Kang began, a teasing lilt in his voice, “Kung Lao has become quite… interested in you.”
He chuckled into his cup.
You blinked, then lifted a brow, lips curling with amusement. “I have noticed,” you replied lightly. “It would hardly be the first time a mortal has fallen for gods like us.”
Liu Kang smiled knowingly. “Perhaps. But I believe this is deeper than either of us initially thought.”
You tilted your head, intrigued. “Oh?”
“I believe he may be truy in love with you,” Liu said, openly amused.
You huffed a laugh. “Are you certain he doesn’t simply wish to sleep with me?”
Liu laughed outright, shrugging. “That as well.”
“Liu Kang,” you chided playfully, laughing with him, “What happened to discretion? Some friend you are.”
He only laughed harder, the two of you continuing your conversation well into the evening, tea long since forgotten.
Who knew that the both of you were closer to the truth than either of you realized?
Kung Lao panted softly, brows pinched in concentration as his hand worked along his length. He lay sprawled across his bed, thoughts hopelessly tangled around you.
You’d looked especially beautiful today.
The heat had been warmer than usual, and you’d chosen a shorter gown because of it, the fabric swaying around your legs with every step. Your hair had been pulled into a loose braid, soft strands framing your face. When he’d complimented you, the smile you’d given him in return had nearly undone him on the spot.
It haunted him now.
He’d spent the rest of the day replaying the image of you in his mind, twisting it into scenarios he shouldn’t have been indulging in but couldn’t stop himself from imagining.
The one tormenting him most had you straddling his hips, moving against him slowly, deliberately. That same smile on your lips as you looked down at him, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.
“G-Gods…” he whimpered, his hand tightening around the tip before dragging down slowly, breath spilling from him in broken, uneven puffs. His arm came up to rest across his face as he held the image of you above him, vivid and unrelenting.
His hips bucked into his hand as he imagined sinking into your warmth, a soft moan of your name slipping from his lips.
In his mind, you answered him.
You moaned his name in return, hands roaming over his chest, your back arching as you moved faster, head tipping back in abandon.
“Lady Y-Y/N… I’m so close,” he groaned, hips thrusting up desperately, chasing the fantasy.
“Cum for me,” you breathed, slamming down harder.
That was all it took.
Kung Lao drove his hips up a few more times before a sharp gasp tore from his throat. He cried your name, his length jerking violently in his grip as release spilled over him, leaving him shaking and breathless against the sheets.
He lay there for a moment longer, panting softly, before finally forcing himself to sit up and clean the mess he’d made. The room was quiet again by the time he finished, his thoughts still dangerously tangled around you.
A knock sounded at his door.
Kung Lao froze.
“A moment, please,” he called out, voice strained as he finished dressing.
When he opened the door, his breath caught.
You stood there.
Hands folded neatly in front of you, posture calm and composed, a small, knowing smile resting on your lips.
“Hello,” you greeted gently. “May I come in?”
His face flushed instantly, words failing him entirely. After a beat too long, he nodded stiffly and stepped aside, opening the door wider.
You entered without haste, eyes drifting calmly around the room before you settled on the edge of his bed. You hummed softly as you sat, your gaze lifting to meet his.
Kung Lao remained standing, heart racing, painfully aware of how close you were now.
“Did you know,” you began, a teasing smile curving your lips, “that most gods work very similarly?”
Kung Lao blinked, the question catching him off guard.
“I’m… sorry?”
You continued calmly, tone almost instructional. “Most gods rely on prayers to hear wishes and desires. We don’t always pay attention to them,” you said lightly, then looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, “but some prayers are… much louder than others.”
You tilted your head.
“It works especially well when someone repeats a god’s name,” you added softly.
Kung Lao went completely still.
Understanding struck him all at once.
His face flushed crimson as he turned away, suddenly very interested in the floor, fingers fidgeting uselessly at his sides.
“…Oh,” he muttered, voice barely audible.
And you simply smiled, perfectly aware of what you’d just undone.
“I… uh…” he stammered, scrambling for an excuse—any excuse at all.
You chuckled softly at his obvious struggle, then shook your head. “Kung Lao.”
His head snapped up instantly, eyes wide and attentive.
“Come here,” you purred.
His body moved before his mind could catch up. He stepped closer, stopping just in front of you, breath shallow.
“You were quite loud with your desires,” you whispered teasingly. “Won’t you tell me them?”
Kung Lao swallowed hard, his hand sliding up to rub the back of his neck.
“I… it was inappropriate,” he murmured, embarrassment coloring every word. “For me to think of you that way…”
You went still for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully.
“It was,” you agreed softly.
Before he could retreat into himself, you reached out, resting your hand against his abdomen.
“I didn’t mind.”
Your lashes fluttered up to meet his gaze.
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes snapping to your hand before lifting back to your face, stunned.
“Do you want to make love to me?” you asked gently.
Kung Lao bit his lip, fidgeting for a heartbeat before answering honestly, voice low and reverent.
“…I would love nothing more.”
You smiled at him before rising to your feet, closing the small distance between you. Kung Lao shivered at the proximity, breath hitching as he watched you slowly loosen your gown, the fabric sliding down your body to pool softly at your feet.
His breath caught as every inch of you was revealed to him.
“Aren’t you going to touch me?” you asked gently.
He trembled. “C-Can I?”
You nodded, taking his wrist and lifting his hand to rest at your waist. His fingers tightened instinctively at the contact. You guided his other hand upward, pressing his palm against your breast, a soft sigh leaving you at the warmth of his touch.
Kung Lao slowly cupped you, feeling the weight in his hand, his eyes flicking up to yours in silent request for permission once again.
You bit your lip and pressed his hand more firmly against you.
“Go on,” you murmured. “Touch me.”
Your breath hitched in pleasure as his touch grew surer, more confident, his hand kneading gently as though committing the sensation to memory.
“You feel so… soft,” he murmured, pressing closer.
The hand at your waist slid upward to join the other, both of them cupping and kneading your breast with reverent curiosity. His thumb brushed over a nipple, slow and tentative, making you twitch in his hold. He repeated the motion, lingering this time, clearly savoring the soft gasp and shiver it pulled from you.
Encouraged, he bent down and took the nipple into his mouth, rolling the sensitive peak between his lips before sucking gently.
A quiet moan slipped from you as your hand rose to the back of his neck, the other anchoring itself against his shoulder. Your body arched toward him, silently asking for more.
Kung Lao groaned softly in response. He slipped his hands beneath your thighs and lifted you with surprising ease, turning and settling back onto the bed with you straddling his lap.
He switched to your other breast, his tongue lavishing attention there before drawing it into his mouth once more.
A soft whine escaped your lips as he held you close, touch reverent and hungry all at once.
His hands roamed down your body, taking in every curve, palms settling at your rear as his fingers dug into the plush softness there. The touch drew a quiet reaction from you, your hips beginning to move against him instinctively, brushing over the growing hardness beneath you.
He groaned softly against your breast before releasing it, trailing kisses up your collarbone and along your jaw.
Pulling back just enough, he brushed his lips against yours, hesitant despite everything.
“May I?” he whispered.
“Yes,” you murmured in return.
Your lips met, and he whimpered at the taste of you—warm and grounding, like the finest tea ever brewed, earthy with a subtle sweetness that lingered.
He kissed you more deeply then, hunger bleeding through his restraint as he guided your hips against his, feeling your slick warmth smear against the fabric separating you. A quiet sound left him, caught somewhere between awe and need.
You bit his lip gently, tugging it before pulling back just enough to look at him. Your gaze traced his flushed cheeks, his half-lidded eyes heavy with desire, his lips glossy from the kiss.
“Clothes off, big boy,” you murmured.
Kung Lao moved quickly after that, tugging his shirt over his head before carefully lifting you just long enough to rid himself of his pants as well. A shaky breath left him as you settled back down atop him, heat meeting heat.
You rolled your hips slowly, grinding your slick warmth against his stiff length. A soft sigh slipped from you as you felt how thick he was, the tip dragging deliciously against your clit with every movement.
Before you could savor it further, you yelped as the world tilted.
You were flipped onto your back against the mattress, blinking up at the ceiling in brief confusion—until a warm, wet stroke dragged up your slit.
Your hand flew down to clutch at his head as your thighs snapped shut around his face.
“Kung Lao!” you cried, the protest melting into a moan as he licked another slow stripe through you.
He groaned at the taste, settling in more comfortably as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. With renewed focus, he pressed closer and began to devote himself fully to you, tongue working with earnest hunger as he ate you out.
He lapped up your slick, making sure none of it escaped his tongue before his lips closed around your clit, sucking softly.
Your hips jolted at the sensation, a broken sound leaving you as you ground down into him. His hands tightened around your thighs, holding you steady as he flattened his tongue, letting you move against it just the way you needed.
“You taste so good, my goddess,” he groaned, voice muffled as he dipped his tongue into you before dragging it back up to your clit.
Your breathing grew uneven, moans spilling freely as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. You felt his tongue press inside you again and again, the sensation drawing tight, helpless clutches from your body.
“Lao…” you whimpered, hips rolling against him. “You’re doing so well for me.”
He looked up at you then, eyes dark and intent, never slowing as he continued to lap at you. A low moan left him when more of your juices spilled against his mouth, and he drank it in eagerly, determined not to waste a single drop you made.
He closed his eyes and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, curling it deliberately against that sensitive spot. His hands held you down firmly when your hips jolted, refusing to let you pull away. He worked his tongue in quick, relentless strokes, feeling you tighten more and more around him as you squirmed beneath his mouth.
A low, filthy groan vibrated against you as he chased your release, nose grinding against your clit again and again until your back arched sharply off the bed.
“Lao—oh!” you cried, voice breaking as you tipped over the edge.
Your body trembled as he drew your clit back into his mouth, suckling softly, riding out every wave of your orgasm with you. Your grip in his hair loosened as the tension finally ebbed, leaving you pliant and breathless.
Kung Lao lapped up your release thoroughly without hesitation, making sure not a single drop went to waste.
By the time he finally pushed himself up, you were left panting beneath him, glassy-eyed as you watched his chest rise and fall. His chin glistened, slick with evidence of you, as he hovered above, just as undone as you were.
You wrapped your thighs around him and yanked him forward, watching him barely catch himself on his elbows. He looked down at you, breath uneven, grunting softly when you pulled him closer and crashed your lips into his.
You moaned at the taste of yourself on his mouth, hips rolling up instinctively against his length, the tip pressing insistently at your entrance.
Kung Lao shivered at the sensation, kissing you hungrily before shifting his hips forward, slowly enveloping himself in your warmth. A broken groan left him as he sank in, inch after thick inch filling your tight, heated walls until his forehead dropped against your shoulder.
Your eyes slid shut, jaw falling open as your back arched softly beneath him while he settled deep inside you. You couldn’t remember ever taking a mortal this thick before.
He stilled, breath sharp and unsteady.
“You’re so… tight,” he panted, struggling to collect himself. “My goddess… I don’t think I’ll last long.”
A breathless laugh slipped from you as your arms looped around him, hands anchoring at his back.
“T-That’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t either.”
Kung Lao grit his teeth before lifting himself slightly. One hand braced against the headboard while the other gripped your hip firmly. He pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside you, then slammed forward, driving deep with a force that stole the air from your lungs.
Your body snapped into a bow, a strangled gasp tearing from your throat as your nails dug into his shoulder.
Kung Lao grunted as he drove deep inside you, moving with a near-possessive intent, as though determined to carve a place for himself within you. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoed through the room, unmistakable proof of how desperately you both wanted this.
His gaze dragged down your form, taking you in slowly. Your hair fanned beautifully beneath you, your breasts bouncing with each movement, the curve of your waist arching instinctively up to meet him. You were completely unguarded beneath him, lips parted as shameless moans spilled freely.
“Goodness, Lao…” you whimpered breathlessly. “You’re making me feel so good… I’m so close, love…”
A low sound left him as he dipped down, capturing your nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, sending a sharp gasp tearing from your throat.
Your nails dug harder into his back, red marks blooming beneath your fingers as your body seized, pleasure cresting and spilling over the edge.
Kung Lao groaned, feeling you clamp tightly around him, your muscles working him relentlessly as he fought to stay present through your release. He thrust into you a few more times, desperate and unsteady, before breaking with a strained moan. He pulled out quickly, spilling across your abdomen as his body finally gave in.
He hovered there for a moment afterward, breath ragged, eyes still dark as he watched you come down from your high—undone, glowing, and entirely his.
He laughed breathlessly as he finally relaxed above you, sitting up just enough to place his hands on your hips, thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles as your breathing steadied.
When you cracked your eyes open and raised a brow at him, he shook his head softly, still catching his breath.
“I didn’t think…” he murmured, voice quieter now. “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do this.”
You smirked, arms looping around him as you tugged him back down against you. “Just because we’re ‘greater than thou’ doesn’t mean we don’t know how to enjoy ourselves,” you teased, laughing softly.
He chuckled too, tension melting away as you drew him into a gentle, lingering kiss.
“Yeah,” he admitted against your lips, a little sheepish. “Still didn’t think it was possible. Especially with you… no offense.”
You snickered. “None taken.”
And so you stayed like that, bodies tangled in the quiet aftermath, letting the world slow around you as you recovered together, finding comfort in each other’s presence.
