Kinktober Day 21: Mating Season/Double penetration
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🖇️: Syzoth x gn!reader
❌: NOT Proof Read
⚠️: NSFW/SMUT/kinda long sorry not sorry/he has two dicks/double penny/ambiguous genitalia/it’s mating season? Yeah/hence his behavior/(i fr did research on multiple lizards for this. don’t ask me to elaborate 💀 just enjoy the horny head canon I have for this fic)
★ The first time it happens, you think maybe he’s just having a bad day.
★ Syzoth has always been careful with you—gentle in a way that makes your chest ache, like he’s still learning that he’s allowed to want softly. But today, when Johnny leans against the training room wall and throws you that trademark grin, something shifts.
★ “Hey, looking good out there,” Johnny says, all easy charm and white teeth. “You’ve been working on that footwork, huh? Because—“
★ “They’re busy.”
★ Syzoth’s voice cuts through the space like a blade you didn’t see coming. He’s suddenly there, positioned between you and Johnny with the kind of precision that doesn’t feel accidental. His shoulders are broader than you remember—or maybe it’s just the way he’s holding them, drawn up and back like a warning written in muscle and bone.
★ Johnny blinks. Raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, easy there, Reptile. Just making conversation.”
★ But Syzoth doesn’t move. Doesn’t even acknowledge the nickname that usually makes him sigh with tired amusement. There’s something in his posture that reads like a door slamming shut, and you catch the briefest flash—scales, iridescent and sharp along his jawline, there and gone again before you can fully process them.
★ They’re not the usual muted green.
★ They’re bright. Jewel toned. Almost shimmering.
★ “Syzoth?” You touch his arm, and he turns to you immediately. The tension bleeds out of him like someone cut a string, and suddenly he’s just your Syzoth again—soft eyed and slightly sheepish, like he’s not entirely sure how he ended up in this particular spot.
★ “apologies,” he murmurs. To you. Not to Johnny. “I just….you were in the middle of training.”
★ “I was taking a break, actually.”
★ “Oh.” He glances away. A soft orange hue coloring his cheeks—like he was blushing. But you knew he couldn’t technically—not like a human anyways. And you swear you can see something else beneath it. Something that wants to shimmer. “Right. Of course.”
★ Johnny leaves without further jest, and you pretend not to notice the way Syzoth tracks his exit like a predator watching prey slip just out of range.
•••
★ The second time, you’re in the gardens. It’s evening, all purple/gold light and the smell of jasmine heavy enough to taste. You’re reading—or trying to—but mostly you’re stealing glances at Syzoth, who’s been quieter than usual lately. More watchful. He sits close enough that your knees almost touch, and every so often you feel his gaze like a physical thing, warm and weighted.
★ “You’re staring….” You say without looking up from your book.
★ “I’m admiring.”
★ The words come out rougher than either of you expected. When you finally meet his eyes, they’re different—pupils dilated wide and dark, ringed in gold that definitely wasn’t there this morning.
★ “Admiring,” you repeat slowly.
★ “Is that….not allowed?” There’s something almost nervous in the question, hidden beneath layers of careful control. He shifts, and the movement is liquid smooth, inhuman in a way that usually only happens when he’s comfortable. When he forgets to hold himself in human shape.
★ But he’s not fully shifted now. He’s caught somewhere in between—skin flickering with patterns that race across his arms like living art, colors that seem to pulse with his heartbeat. Emerald. Sapphire. Gold like late afternoon sun.
★ You realize you’ve been staring back.
★ “It’s allowed,” you say quietly. Your book is forgotten now, pages fluttering closed. “You’re just….different lately.”
★ “Different bad??”
★ “Different different.” You reach out slowly, telegraphing the movement, and trace one of the patterns on his forearm. His breath hitches. The colors flare brighter, and you feel the texture of scales rising to meet your touch like a flower turning toward light. “These are new.”
★ “They’re not.” He’s watching your fingers like they’re performing some kind of miracle. “They’re just… more.”
★ “More?”
★ But he doesn’t answer. Just catches your hand and presses it flat against his chest, right over his heart. It’s racing—faster than ever, thrumming with a reptilian quickness you’ve learned to recognize. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, you feel warmth. Actual warmth? Or maybe you were just imagining it—maybe it was you that was warm…you watch as the subtle shift of something moves beneath skin, rearranging itself, wanting out.
★ “I should go,” he says abruptly.
★ “Syzoth—“
★ “I don’t want to—“ He stops. Swallows hard. “You make it difficult to think clearly.”
★ He leaves before you can ask what he means. But the garden still smells like jasmine, and your palm still tingles where scales pressed against it, and you sit there in the fading light wondering when admiring started sounding like starving.
•••
★ The third time, you go looking for answers. The archives are quiet this time of night. You’ve been here for hours, scrolling through texts on Zaterran biology, culture, behavioral patterns. Some of it you already knew—Syzoth has shared pieces of his past with you, careful and slow, like learning to trust you with the sharp edges of his history.
★ But this is different.
★ ‘Seasonal behavioral changes’, one text explains, ‘are common among Zaterran males of reproductive age. Heightened territorial instincts. Increased displays of coloration. A strong drive to establish pair bonds and ward off potential rivals.’
★ Oh that was it? Huh.
★ Wait, Huh?
★ You scroll further, cheeks warming as the clinical language gives way to more detailed descriptions. Courtship rituals. The way Zaterrans signal interest—through color, through proximity, through the careful choreography of protection and presentation. It’s not aggression—not really.
★ It’s wanting.
★ Wanting so fierce it rewrites everything else.
★ And Syzoth has been fighting it. Trying to tamp it down, keep it human shaped and manageable because he thinks—what? That it’ll scare you? That you won’t understand?
★ You close the tablet and sit back, mind racing.
★ He’s essentially been courting you. This whole time. And you’ve been watching him struggle against his own instincts, embarrassed and careful, trying so hard not to be too much.
★ The thought shouldn’t make you smile.
★ It absolutely does.
•••
★ The fourth time—you’re ready. You find him in the training hall, alone, moving through forms with a violence that looks like meditation. He’s fully shifted—all scales and sinuous grace, colors muted in the low light. But when you enter, when he catches your scent or hears your footstep or just *knows* you’re there the way he always seems to, everything about him changes.
★ The colors flood back. Brilliant. Breathtaking.
★ “You don’t have to hide it,” you say.
★ He freezes mid-movement. “Hide what?”
★ “This.” You gesture at him—all of him, human and not, beautiful in every form. “Whatever this is that you think is going to scare me off.”
★ “I don’t—
★ “Syzoth.” You step closer. He tracks the movement like it’s the only thing in the world worth watching. “I know about your—your season. The…bonding behaviors. I’m not scared.”
★ Something complicated crosses his face—relief and mortification and a hunger so raw it stops your breath. “You researched.”
★ “I did.”
★ “That’s…” He makes a sound caught between a laugh and a groan. “Of course you did.”
★ “So you can stop pretending you don’t want to hiss at Johnny every time he looks at me.” Another step. You’re close enough now to see the patterns shifting across his scales, complex and mesmerizing. “And you can stop holding yourself so carefully, like you think I’m going to break..”
★ “I don’t think you’ll break.” His voice drops lower, becomes something with teeth in it. “I think I might.”
★ “Then break,” you whisper.
★ For a heartbeat, he just stares at you.
★ Then he moves.
★ closing the distance with that liquid speed that makes your pulse spike. His hands find your waist—careful still, always careful with you—but there’s a tremor in them now. Want held on a fraying leash.
★ “Beloved—you don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he says against your temple. His breath is warm, slightly too quick. “During mati—he stops himself, unable to say the word in front of you, “The season, I…” He stops. Tries again. “It makes me—possessive. Irrational. I want—“
★ “Me,” you finish. “You want me. I know. I want you too.”
★ The sound he makes is almost a whimper.
★ “Say it again.”
★ “I want you, Syzoth” You tip your head back, meeting those gold ringed eyes. “All of you. However you need to be.”
★ The colors across his skin flare so bright it’s almost bioluminescent. And then he’s kissing you—deep and desperate. like he’s been holding back for weeks and the dam just shattered. His mouth is hot, insistent, different in shape and texture, and you gasp against it as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush against him.
•••
★ His tongue slips past your lips, long and precise, curling against your own in a way that sends sparks straight down your spine. You moan into his mouth, your hands trailing up and down his rough shoulders, pulling him closer.
★ Syzoth groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he presses his hips forward. You feel the hard lengths of him against your thigh, both cocks straining through his pants, thick and insistent. The realization hits you like a thrill, your core clenching in anticipation. He’s always been careful, restrained, but now? Now he’s unraveling, and it’s all for you.
★ “Mine,” he murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one with sharp teeth that don’t break skin but promise they could. His hands slide down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifts you effortlessly off the training room mat. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he grinds against you, the dual ridges of his arousal rubbing right where you ache.
★ You break the kiss just enough to whisper, “Take me to bed, Syzoth. Now.” Your voice is breathy, teasing, even as your body trembles with need.
★ He doesn’t hesitate. With a low growl, he carries you out of the training room. His strides long and urgent down the dimly lit corridor of your shared quarters. The door to the bedroom barely registers before he’s kicking it shut behind you, the wood slamming with enough force to rattle the frame. He doesn’t set you down gently—instead, he backs you against the wall, capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss. His hands are everywhere—tugging at your shirt, shoving it up and over your head, then yanking down your pants with impatient efficiency.
★ “So beautiful,” he rasps, “Cricket….always tempting me.” He dips his head to your neck, licking a hot stripe along your pulse point, his forked tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. You arch into him, urging him on.
★ Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—twin cocks bobbing, both curving upward, veined and flushed a deep green, tips already beading with precum. They’re thicker than you remember, or maybe it was just because he was in his true form…nonetheless—they pulsed greedily in tandem—as if sharing the same desperate rhythm. Syzoth’s hands roam your bare skin, calloused palms cupping your chest/breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re hard peaks.
★ “I need you,” he says, the words laced with that flirtatious lilt even as his grip tightens, irrational possessiveness bleeding through.
★ “I’m yours,” you reply, nipping at his jaw. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
★ That does it. He scoops you up again, tossing you onto the bed with a playful growl that turns feral. You land on your back, legs splayed, and he follows, crawling over you like a predator claiming his prize. His mouth finds your chest/breast, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand pinches the other, drawing a gasp from your lips. Lower still, his fingers trail down your stomach, dipping between your thighs to find you soaked and ready.
★ “Mmm, so ready,” he murmurs, voice husky with approval. Two fingers push inside your pussy, thick, clawed but careful, curling to stroke that spot that makes your hips buck while his other hand strokes one of his cocks, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room.
★ You writhe under him, chasing the building pressure. “Syzoth...”
★ His fingers thrust faster, scissoring to stretch you, preparing you for what’s to come. When he withdraws, you whine at the loss, but then he’s positioning himself between your legs, one cock nudging at your entrance while the other presses between your thighs still.
★ “Breathe,” he instructs softly, that genuinely loving tone cutting through the heat. He kisses you again, slower this time, as the tip of his first cock breaches your entrance. It’s a stretch, burning sweet, and you cling to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch. Halfway there, he pauses, reaching down to guide the second cock, slick with his own precum, he nudges at you, pressing both heads between your thighs insistently, begging ti be swallowed up by your body.
★ You relax as best you can, the flirty little spark in your eyes meeting his rather intense gaze. “Give it to me. Both.”
★ With a shuddering breath, he pushes forward. The dual invasion is overwhelming—you’re filled to the brim, walls clenching around his thick length, while you yield to the second, the sensation of fullness making stars scatter behind your eyelids. He bottoms out with both, hips flush against yours, and stills, letting you adjust. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.
★ “mmmh, bug, you feel ssso good,” he groans, starting to move. Shallow thrusts at first, occasionally switching between the two cocks—one pulling out as the other drives in—building a rhythm that has you moaning his name. The friction is intense, every slide hitting nerves you didn’t know you had, pleasure coiling tight in your belly.
★ Syzoth’s pace quickens, possessive grunts escaping him as he fucks you harder. “Mine,” he repeats, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you wider. His tail—long and sinuous—wraps around your leg, holding you open for him. The colors on his skin flare brighter, pulsing glows as sweat slicks your bodies.
★ You meet his thrusts, rolling your hips to take him deeper. “Yes... harder—mff—ahhngh—“ Your words spur him on, making him double his efforts (literally).
★ He releases your wrist to brace himself, pounding into you with abandon. Both cocks now pistoning together—stretching and filling you completely, the intensity sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You grind against his base with every thrust, pushing you closer to the edge.
★ Finally, your orgasm hits, clenching and pulsing, milking his lengths as you cry out. Syzoth follows seconds later, roaring your name as he spills inside you—hot cum flooding you completely and utterly, marking you from within. He collapses onto you, still buried deep, his body trembling with aftershocks.
★ For a moment, you just hold each other, breaths ragged. You smile, tracing a finger along his jaw. Basking in each other.
•••
★ Later, when you’re curled together in the quiet dark, his tail wrapped loosely around your ankle like a living promise, he speaks into your hair. (Or the crook of your neck :3)
★ “Thank you.”
★ “For what?”
★ “For researching—caring.” You feel his smile against your shoulder. “For not running. For letting me be… this.”
★ You lace your fingers through his, feeling the texture difference where scales meet skin. “This is pretty great, actually.”
HEADKANONS MK1 | "REACTING TO THE VOLUME OF THEIR BULGE APPEARING IN YOUR BELLY" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊
TW: size kink, afab anatomy, pet names, v!sex, hard smut, not reviewed.
BI HAN, SHAO KHAN, SHANG TSUNG, KUNG LAO, KUAI LIANG, JOHNNY CAGE, BARAKA.
Fucking him on top of you was always too intense to be true, he was a big man compared to you - and he made a point of making this dynamic very clear, he loved power, how it made him feel so powerful and relentless in compared to your small body, he could easily break you and that was fucking exciting for him. You opened your legs for him like a needy slut for his cock, while he poured a series of delicious degradations in your direction, going with two fingers up your wet and needy hole, while his other thick hand came against your face, forcing you to watch his fingers aggressively work on you, saccharistically placing the blame on you for having such a tight pussy - he loved how tight you were, but he also loved seeing you blush with embarrassment.
"-Oh come on angel... Don't be shy..." He moaned, smiling roguishly, while placing his dick on top of your pussy, making a comparison to your entrance, his hard dick reached your navel easily. He made a quick movement, without any warning, making you jump and arch your sides in a loud moan that echoed through the walls, he placed his hands on your hips, running his thumbs over your skin, soon seeing the bulge that formed on your skin, he could see his own cock taking you, it was too much for him, a primitive moan, perhaps even animalistic, left his lips, as he accelerated with all his might, moaning with every movement he could see under your skin, knowing that he was filling you completely, he is totally arrogant about it, taking one of your hands and taking you to the place.
"-Feel it baby... This is the power I have over you, only I can fuck you like this, you hear? Only I can fill you like this." he moaned hoarsely, smiling as he sped up even more, he was going crazy with every movement seen outside of your womb, he loved it, he loved being so strong compared to you.
"-You're going to cum, right? After all, you love a huge cock inside your little pussy." He placed his hand on your waist again, marking with his thumb where his dick went, while he leaned in and whispered in your ear between screams of pleasure. "-I'm going to fill your fucking uterus with my semen, and breed in that beautiful pussy, right?"
LIU KANG ,RAIDEN , TOMAS VRBADA, KENSHI, ZEEFFERO, QUAN CHI, HAVIK, REIKO, SYZOTH.
Fucking him while you sit on his dick, with his body sitting on the messy bed - sex before bed, with all the passion and with the intention of killing the longing he felt for you during the day, he knew it was a: A big, strong man, his muscles overcame the clothes he wore - he loved holding you in his arms, suspending you around, while he fucked you in every corner of the house.
He would kiss you passionately, while your hands went behind the back of his head, while his eyes slowly opened, seeing his hard cock, close to your pussy, the comparison was huge, he was always afraid of breaking you, often he just he would let you rub yourself against his thigh or over his dick, without any penetration or even inserting just the tip of his shaft, but when you asked for more he would back away, even if you begged for more, he was a patient man.
But that patience ended a while ago, and he needed that. He moaned more, as he watched you slowly sit on his cock, warming him with your heat, the sound of your wetness, he grinds his teeth as he felt the paradise of your walls squeeze him, he would try to ask you if you were okay, but soon he would see the bulge in your belly, making him tense with desire and moan loudly as he threw his head back.
"-Fuck dear, look at this... Mmm- Ah I can't control myself Mmm-" he then made a quick movement with his hips, thrusting everything inside you, stretching you wide open, as he always wanted. His strong, veiny hands met your hips, squeezing the soft flesh, while his eyes focused on the length that was exposed under your belly, making him grunt and sputter, passing his fingers with each thrust of your cunt. on him, drooling the thick length inside you - he was addicted, the vision of filling you up completely, and seeing you feeling pleasure with him slamming the fat head of his dick repeatedly into your sweet spot, made the big guy cum without warning someone, filling you with cum, with hard thrusts and even bordering on pain with so much pleasure, like a thin line of desire.
"-Ah- fuck, I'm going to fill you up... C-cuming-" he screamed as he emptied his thick and viscous contents into you, the sensation was overwhelming, leaving you with even more volume in the uterus, even with him slowly leaving you.
could i perhaps request for literally anything with kung lao and afab reader whos an out world princess like lol maybe readers sindel and jerrods youngest? lmao bro im desperate id read anythingggg
Queen Sindel and King Jerrod had conceived you after a particularly passionate anniversary night, and by the time you were born, Kitana and Mileena had just graduated from their academic careers and started taking over minor royal duties
and so, that left you with the whole (and a little extra) of Sindel and Jerrod's attention, resulting in you being a bit of a brat
every whim you had ever wanted, you had gotten, and although your temper had been soothed with age, it had a tendency of flaring up when you were emotional
especially now, when Kung Lao pins you down so tightly on the bed, thick arms refusing to let your hips grind down onto his face
your hands pull at the strands of his hair, body squirming against the lush silk sheets of your bed, and you whine out of his name, petulant and needy, "Lao, pleeaaaase!"
he glances up at you, eyes hooded over with lust and pleasure, his own hips lazily grinding against the side of your mattress, and he doesn't answer
instead, the flat of his tongue presses firmly against your sensitive clit, swollen with blood after being teased for the better part of the last 30 minutes
you groan, throwing your head back against the sheets as tears start to fall down from the edge of your eyes, "fuck! please, please, Lao! i need it-"
your lover only laughs against your pussy, the vibrations buzzing through your body, and you gasp and writhe at the sensation
"just a little more, wanna know how needy you can get." Kung Lao mumbles it more to himself than to you, his nose grinding against your clit as he fucks his tongue into your pussy again
a pool of your arousal stains your bed and the bottom half of his face, and he grunts as you try and thrust your hips against his face again, chasing your own pleasure
Kung Lao simply presses down on your hips with one arm to still them, using his other hand to slap at the side of your thigh as a warning
you whimper and pout, tugging at his hair to try and get him to fuck you on his tongue properly, but he pulls away, eyebrows furrowed in irritation
the world spins as he flips you over onto your stomach so that you're bent over the mattress, and your hands scrabble at the sheets, brain whirling with the sensation
Kung Lao offers you no reprieve, hand slicing through the air as he slaps at the sensitive flesh of your butt, the sound cracking through the air
a choked groan escapes from your lips, and you bury your face into the sheets as he brings down his hand again and again, pain stinging through your flesh
"you wanna be a brat? fine, i'll show you how i deal with brats." his other hand presses into your lower back to make sure you can't twist away from the punishment, and you sob into the sheets, tears staining the silk
humiliation burns at your face, but your pussy betrays your thoughts as your arousal drops down onto the sheets
Kung Lao pants into the air, and he kicks your legs apart, swiping his calloused fingers through your slickness before wiping it on the back of your thigh
he says nothing, and before you can peek backwards to take a look, his hand slaps against your pussy, the sound wet and messy
you scream into the sheets, face burning with shame as pleasure soars through you along with the pain, and you wheeze into the sheets as his fingers pat against your clit
"i knew it." even without looking back, you can hear the infuriating smirk on his face, and once again, before you can quip back a response, he brings his hand back down onto your dripping pussy, the tips of his fingers catching along your clit
"fuck!" you tremble and shake, unable to do much more as you squirt, and Kung Lao groans at the sight, his ego swelling with the sight of your sheets soaked with your pleasure
he mumbles something underneath his breath as your vision swims in front of you, and your breath hitches as you feel the blunt head of his cock press against your pussy
Kung Lao rubs his hands along your sore butt, sure to leave you with an aching pain for the next couple of days, before he grips onto your hips as he pushes forward
his cock stretches you, still a bit of struggle no matter how much preparation he gives you, and you whine and grip onto the sheets, panting through the pain
"are you okay? do you need a break?" one of his hands pets at your back, voice laced with worry, and you shake your head no
"just-just give me a second. that was-i-fuck-" thoughts melt on your tongue as his cock presses against your sweet spot, and your hips jerk backwards, "just fuck me, Lao."
he laughs, giving your hips a squeeze, "always so demanding."
and then, as ordered, Kung Lao ruts into you ruthlessly, his pelvis slapping against you loud enough that it echoes in the room
his hand releases your hip to dip underneath and rub at your clit in fast and rough circles, and you groan, pussy clenching around him at the sensation
it only spurs him on further as he grunts, and you whimper as you cum on his cock, stars flashing behind your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut
Kung Lao mutters something, lost in translation, and he fixes his grip on your hips as he chases his own high, desperate for his own orgasm after denying you and himself for so long
his cock twitches in your pussy, and he groans as he fucks his seed into you, uncaring of the few drops that seep out along the edges and onto the bed
he drops down onto you so that his chest presses along your back, kissing at the base of your neck as he lazily thrusts his hips in and out before stopping completely
"well, are you gonna clean me up now, or what?"
Kung Lao laughs, carefully pulling out of you as he walks over to your connected bathroom to grab a hand towel and start a bath, "of course, your highness.”
・・・☆・mdni・smut・in my missing him hours... i just think bi-han would love skin contact
Bi-Han’s weight is pressing you into the mattress from above, his heavy breaths by your ear. His hips giving slow but forceful thrusts, purposefully teasing against all your favourite spots. It’s so incredibly intimate how close he is to you, abs rubbing against your back.
It’s so overwhelmingly good that you want to crawl away from him but he’s so big on top of you that you’re not moving a single inch from under him.
Whining out weakly to him, “Bi-Han, you’re to–too heavy– hnn–”
“Shut up,” his voice gruff and almost as ruined as yours, “just be good for me and keep taking it like this.”
Teeth nipping against your ear lobe, arms on top of yours and tucking in closer. Lewd and wet sounds of him fucking your cunt sloppy and despite how embarrassed you feel, your hole is gripping him tighter, swallowing him in desperately.
You’re a mess, throbbing and itching for it, trying to bounce your hips back onto him but still his heavy body and weighted thrusts keep you pinned. The fact you can only take it is driving you wild, it’s slow and precise and it has you melting for him.
“You really like it right here, huh?” he mumbles low right as he fucks into a spot that has your eyes rolling and mouth dropping in a moan, a soft amused but turned on chuckle leaving him.
You’re gripping him so tight that he feels insane, breathing heavy as he tries to keep his pace steady and strong, fighting every urge to fuck you hard and fast. Spine shuddering as your eyes glisten with unshed tears, all pretty and fucked out for him. It’s endearing to him, how you’re drooling onto the pillow below from how good he’s making you feel.
Voice stuttered and so completely ruined when you whine out to him, “Bi-Han– ah!– I’m gonna c–”
“–Go on, cum as much as you want,” his lips press to your temple, “cause I’m not done fucking you until you can’t form a single word.”
▸ characters: liu kang, kuai liang, bi han, tomas, johnny cage, kung lao, raiden, syzoth ◂ ▸ wc: 4k+ [wow, once again]
▸ tags: nsfw, soo spicy, lord kink, various kinks, power play, master kink, inappropriate usage of abilities, begging, licking, nudness, humiliation, praising kink, dom/sub dynamic, sub!mk1 characters, dom!mk1 characters, pet names, filming, spanking, ropes, fingering, cum, eating out, kneeling, brat!reader, f!reader, use of yn, personal assistant!syzoth, and more in the work! first time writing kung lao, hope it fits him well. ^^ enjoy! ◂ ▸ m.
THE TITLE • LIU KANG doesn’t have a god complex, not at all, he’s a humble creator – demi god, even though he has great power of fire, martial arts, and more. he expects all of his friends to see him as an ally, not a mighty god, and kneel before him because he wants to be accepted as one of you, staying beside you and protecting the realms at any cost.
well, it is like that for any other – including you, for most of the time anyway. however, he has a thing for a certain title whenever it leaves your pretty shining lips, making him go dizzy even though he is steady, not leaving any of his emotions getting away so easily – but around you, he loses focus a little bit, desiring to have you – wanting you to call him ‘lord’ again and again until he makes you cum, creating a mess on him – your lord.
it’s your idea – to call him by his ‘lord’ title as if it’s blessing coming out of your parted lips, additional teasing by your fingers, hands, and gazes don’t help at all – they just make him lose his control of being an ally, the rising heat causes him to give you more so that you can scream his name within the title.
it has both an affection tone, showing how much you love and trust him – using his title out of respect you have for him, for what he does for the sake of all realms – and a seductive tone which drives him crazy, and having you under him the moment he has a chance to do such thing. he makes you cum again and again as he listens to all the pretty noises you’re making because of him and how his warm cock enters your clenching pussy.
“ohhh – my lord!” you scream, “l-lord liu kang! it’s so good – sooo good.”
“oh, is it my love?” he will sound innocent even though his actions prove otherwise, cock slapping into your warm walls rapidly, “then cum, make a mess for your lord.”
his white eyes shining brighter than before as you hug his arms, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, lips to lips, you cum on his cock, making sheets go dirty within it as you moan his name so loud that he smirks down at you – cock side of him showing, “ohh, my pretty love is so good for her lord. let your lord give you more, will you?” you nod and it turns out that he hasn’t enough of you calling him by the title – he wants more.
ROPES • KUAI LIANG only used his weapons as defense and attack tools – well, it was the case until he met you, got to know you better, fell hard, loved you with his soul and heart, and finally got intimate with you.
it takes some time until you both bring the things you like to the bed – both afraid that the other will not approve. when you tell him first, the thing you want to do to him, he makes it come true because he is there to satisfy his lover, you, in the most pleasurable way – you deserve the whole world after all.
then, he brings his desires into bad as the sessions become more intense with each one – he learns how to give you pleasure and how to receive – yet, there is a certain one he likes to have – the one which includes one of his weapon, kusarigama without its kama, only cold metal chains he likes to see on your body – using it as a rope whenever he has you in front of him – ass up, face on the pillow, moaning mindlessly, body jolting forward whenever he spank your ass since you move so much, try to get your hands release – however, it’s impossible to do it even though you want to touch him.
the cold metal around your body, ending on your wrist, and being held by the warm hands of kuai liang sends chills down your spine because of how cold it feels compared to his body and cock buried deep inside you. he has a tight hold on the chain, using it as a rope to help you arching your back, ass getting higher as he fucks you from behind. “is it too much love?” he will ask, a bit teasing, looking at the beautiful sight in front of his eyes – red marks on ass cheeks, pussy soaking, breasts bouncing – the chains around them make them look delicious, face full of heat.
“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now my lady, as always, magical,” he says, increasing his warmness to make you moan his name louder, “will have you like this, wrapped with these chains, until you cum again and again. will make its marks appear on your whole body.”
MASTER • BI HAN is the grandmaster of lin kuei – it gives him power and authority. he likes to have it since he’s crazy for power for his clan, being stronger, better, and more determined with each passing day, doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied –he knows he has great strength but he seeks more and more – so, he doesn’t get satisfied even a bit – however, he can’t hide the truth that he likes to be master only for power, yes, it was the case for him but it changed a little bit when he saw the power he has on you while fucking you.
he doesn’t think of it as a kink, he’s too careless to think about what a kink is – he just enjoys it, it amazes him how he turns on immediately in the moments you call him your master, showing him respect, giving yourself fully to him both as a warrior and his lover.
he prefers being delicate with you but his true instincts make him go crazy around you, losing the control of creating a balance between a gentle lover and a rough fucker for you – he doesn’t think about it that much yet he knows he does two of them at the same time – love you so delicately, protecting you at all costs, telling all pretty names whenever you’re alone while fucking you rough, making you turn into a mess for him and his cock, earning lots of moans and rapid breaths from your agape lips.
he tries to stay calm yet when you use his title in a way no one dares to say it, affection and greed can be heard through it as he fucks you – every hole you have from pussy to ass and his favorite, your shining lips.
eyes rolling, salvia appears, tears wash your pretty face – what a magnificent sight to have in front of him as you stay on your knees, hands gripping his thick thighs, soaking onto the floor under you, and moaning how good he tastes while he has a grip inside your hair, pulling and pushing you, fucking your mouth as he pleases. he feels his empowerment inside your eyes – the look you give him scream how you are pleased to give your master pleasure at the highest level, letting him use you as his personal fucktoy – he smiles at the idea, the free hand caresses your chin full of wetness, creating two opposite sense and sending it to your core.
“how pretty,” he says lowly, “master’s favorite fucktoy,” adding, he smirks at his own statement when he earns a loud moan from you which is shut down by his thick cock inside your warm mouth. “yeah, like that? sure you do my personal toy – offering every hole of her to me – to his grandmaster,” he leaves your mouth, holding his dick and slapping your face with it, “say it,” he orders, “say who’s your owner.”
waiting for a response, he laughs when you give an answer, “master -! my grandmaster bi han!”
“that’s right pretty. let your master fuck your remaining holes as well after I fill your pretty mouth with my cum.”
PRAISING • TOMAS is so shy that he can’t tell his kink aloud even when you encourage him to say it after you explain yours one by one, feeling shy too yet wanting him to know what makes you turn on right away, wanting him to have you in the exact same moment.
he doesn’t judge you, not for a single time, contrary to that, he gets turned on as well, smiling widely, scratching his neck hair, and telling you how he will make them turn into reality the moment he has a chance to. he tries to get better in every one of them as well, wanting you to reach the highest pleasure, not leaving them only as statements.
so, it’s not surprising to discover his kink while having an intimate session with him, not paying attention to it fully but after it ends, you spend alone time, thinking about it with a logical and peaceful mind, you realize what turns him on in sex – putting attention to them and discovering which one is the most effective one on him.
can’t wait until you get together, alone, in the room you share, you just use your theory after a mission ends. you watch him closely yet do not alert him that you do it on purpose, calling him ‘good boy’ after he does his best in the mission, and completes it effortlessly. the word you use shows its effects immediately – he freezes for a moment, eyes shining as he looks at you with them widening, furrows raising, and chest going up and down rapidly for a moment before he gets himself together, saying thanks but sounding so delicate.
you know it’s not just the word – it’s the thing you do – praising him, his efforts, his support – all of it.
the next thing you know he literally moans loudly when you praise him as he eats you out, kneeling before you, the head between your inner thighs, fingers playing with your breasts as you hold him by his grey hair, pulling it and moaning shamelessly, “ohhh, such a good boy for me – baby, doing soo good!”
he freezes once again – yet, rather than turning into an innocent one he prefers to let it go, understanding what you’re doing and finding great lust in it as he moans again and again, eating you further, wanting to get more praise – even his fingers find your pussy, entering it, doubling the feeling up.
it makes you go crazy when you see his hardened cock inside his boxers, “pretty boy!” you scream, head throwing back, eyes going white as he fucks you with his tongue and fingers. soaking wet, you add, “be a good boy and make me cum tomas!”
“yes, yes, yes – ohhh, my goddess, will be a good boy – your good boy, will earn lots of cum from this pretty pussy – ohhhh, so delicious.”
FILMING • JOHNNY CAGE would never thought he would have a certain kink like this one – yes, he has lots of them – and having them with you, well, the ones you’re comfortable with as well as doing the things you want him to do. he pleases his woman as best as he can – giving you pleasure boosts his ego, wanting to please you further until your mind is only full with him – nothing else.
when he has you under him, below him, in front of him – in every position, he watches how your pretty face lightens up with the lust, desire to have more – listens to the lewd voices your pussy creates, mixing the sweet voice you make, especially moaning his name – smiles and looks down at your pussy as he clenches around his length, sending a jolt that flows through his entire body, making his mind go dizzy.
it’s perfect – from the beginning to the end, it’s just the description of perfection – you are the perfection for him. and being a great actor, addicted to his camera – his phone, he realizes something he wants ultimately, the reason why he pictures you even after he has you – he daydreams about you all day, waiting for it to end and finally getting together with you again.
he misses you so much that he can’t stand it, and he understands what he needs to do.
the first thing he excepts from you is to laugh, can’t take it seriously, then, not agree – but, you don’t utter a word when he says it, only looking at his face with heat on your body because of hearing how he thinks you look so beautiful – out of this world, dreamy, while you have his cock inside your holes – he expresses his desire to capture it, watch it later, and seeing you in every aspect as possible as he can.
then, you agree, don’t judge, just accept it and realize how you want him to film you whenever you have mind-blowing sex – it becomes a habit of yours now – he films when he fucks you from behind, the camera captures your pretty face so close that he cums the moment he watches it. he puts his camera on the table beside him when he has you on his lap, riding his cock as he drinks his favorite alcohol, watching you fuck yourself on his dick. he even takes a video of you while you suck his cock – his favorite so far because how obedient and cock slut you’re for him.
he smirks, taking you by the chin, making you look up, and winking at the camera of his phone as you suck his cock as if it’s the most delicious thing your tongue taste of – salvia leaves your mouth, eyes shining, nose has a little redness, cheeks burn, and tears flowing down to your face since his thick cock fills your entire mouth. “oh baby –“ he says, chuckling, “you’re my favorite sight to see in a movie! in our personal fucking movies – ohh, how much I like to watch ‘em only to see the expressions you make – so innocent yet lustful. my pretty lady will make you watch it too!” he laughs, caressing your face, “taking my cock so well – maybe will publish it so that everyone can see what a slut you’re for me! would’ve been my biggest hit!”
HUMILIATION • KUNG LAO is full of ego – thanks to his wins strength, and attractiveness, he has great self-love and he acts as such, telling his best qualities again and again – he does it around others just because he has a habit of doing it but with you? oh, the reason is different for doing it when it comes to you.
he remarks them to show off – to make you fall for him even though you’re literally his lover who fell hard for him, getting excited to see him – to watch him as he fights, and listening to all the bubbles he says including his ego. you leave chuckles, bright eyes shine with enjoyment, letting him show himself off because it entertains him that his favorite girl loves him as a whole – for who he is!
he can swear even he can’t think one of his desires would include an opposite kink compared to his general self. he can’t say it aloud either – he’s too shy to do that, to allow himself to get the knowledge of his deep desires – turning on by you humiliating him in bed out of all places – not to joke, not to tease – to take out his secrets into the surface.
it happens when he utters a few words about him being the greatest in bed, and you tease him about it by mocking, “oh, really? is magnificent kung lao the best fuck? maybe if you try enough you cute boy, being my personal fucker, it can be. what do you think?”
he can’t think about anything at that moment – his mind freezes – he even can’t think!
it takes some time for him to get back, hearing your worried questions about whether he is okay or not – you say sorry if it makes him uncomfortable – then, both you and he look down at his hardened cock, the tip is pink, dripping precum as he exhales the air rapidly than ever, words being cut as they reach to his dry throat.
“y/n –“ he nearly moans your name lowly, looking so fragile with the way his hands on your thighs shake as he holds them – you try to move your hips, caging him between your legs, getting closer, you chuckle, hands find his shoulders as you sit down on the table still, letting his exposed hardened cock press to your bare pussy.
you clench around nothing, and his cock twitches with your husky voice, mocking him more, “oh, will all mighty kung lao cry? will make a mess because of me? hm, is it the case you got a boner now, pretty boy?”
he moans this time, hands gripping the flesh inside his palms tightly, trying to earn a kiss from you as he leans closer but you put your forefinger on his lips, smirking and pointing the ground under his feet. “to earn it, you have to please me, my personal fucker,” you lick the side of his lip, winking as he begins to blush – redness appearing on his shocked face, the tip of his dripping cock hitting your pussy, wanting to get inside. your finger enters his mouth, pulling his warm tongue out as he whimpers, getting harder as if it’s possible, “on your knees, my good boy. show your owner how good this tongue is.”
BEGGING • RAIDEN is a humble man who knows his worth. he’s well aware of who he is, what his worth is, what he wants, and in which cases he will lose it all – only for you, his significant other, the owner his heart and soul.
he’s a gentle lover indeed, you can give him that – bringing gifts to you, kissing you fondly, showing great affection and love, especially when you’re both alone and comfortable – the peace runs in the air as you show the love you have for one to another openly, no fear of getting rejected – the knowledge of your worth in each other’s eyes is visible through the gazes, words, and actions.
it feels like a miracle when he finds both love and friendship in one person – and he thinks he is the luckiest person in whole realms when the tension you share completes each other perfectly – getting closer to you, he discovers his self – his kinks as you tell him about, he still has questions about them though yet he tries his best to please you while he gets you better, further – no one else, only him.
the help he receives from you about these all kink situations deserves a big thanks and he tries to give it to you by fucking you with his cock, his tongue, his fingers – which one you would like to have.
he puts more focus on you than himself, yet, you have other plans – you want him to understand the importance of being aware of knowing his deepest desires to take the best feelings from your body as well as his.
so, you tell him how words have a different and effective role in intimate sessions mixed with actions – you try to make him see its effects on him firstly because it’s the most remarkable and permanent way to learn about it – so, you study him, trying to see what makes him turn on and what turns him off. among others, one thing catches your attention – begging.
raiden never begs – not to others, or for other things. however, he is ready to beg for you even though he’s yet not know it fully – it takes time for him to get there, and being a helpful lover, you take your role gladly, using your knowledge in one night when you begin to make out. raiden appears behind you, hands wrap around your belly, pulling you closer to him, his cock slowly getting hard as it touches the lower part of your back – the thin fabric you have makes the sense breathtaking.
you chuckle, looking at his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder, “needy?” you tease and he blushes. nodding, he does his little tricks and before knowing it, you find yourself on top of him, cock is buried deep inside your walls – it twitches, wanting you to move and ride him.
“y/n –“ he whimpers, eyes getting brighter, tears ready to leave them.
“yes, my pretty boy?” you ask, head tilting to the side as you rise up and sit down on his length suddenly, making his head thrown back onto the pillow, moaning. “need something?”
“need you – to move – y/n, move already!” you chuckle, hands on his exposed well-built chest.
“then beg for it! we both know you can do better than that farm boy.”
and he listens, starting to beg loudly, hands positioned on your waist, holding tightly, tears washing his pretty face as he begs for you to move – then, he begs for more – he begs so beautifully that you ride him so well and he even begs as he cums into your pussy, making a mess. “yes, yes, please – oh my love, please! ohh – s’ much! s’ good!”
PERSONAL PLEASER • SYZOTH chose to be your personal assistant and lover at the same time – the idea of being by your side all the time, giving you the support you need, being the one you call first is always amazes him, causing him to accept your offer and take the title of right-hand man, giving aid and help in every way he is capable of.
he doesn’t feel any humiliation because you’re there to show your love for him, how you think of him as an equal, not below you, no – he’s your lover before being your personal assistant and protector. you are at the same level, and you don’t stay back by showing it to him and all the others – you have him beside you every time you attend meetings, parties, festivals, and business works. he’s always there – he lets you introduce himself as your lover first, then says how he’s also your right-hand man who is best at everything – your own luck.
yes, it makes him feel shy but not as shy as he feels when you have him alone – in your office, in your bedroom, in your garden – it doesn’t matter, the shyness he has is exactly the same in every place. it’s the way of help that makes him go all red, or warm, or crazy even.
you say besides being his right-hand man, he’s also your personal pleaser – you let him fuck you rough, showing the beast he has under his pretty face, “agghhh – fuck – syzoth!”, you let him get undressed and jerking himself off as you watch him – his eyes don’t leave yours, watching every expression you have on that pretty face of yours he likes to see as he jerks himself, cum into his fist and earning the same one from you, “syzoth – so – so good to watch!”, you let him go invisible and eating you out in public as you sit down under a table, trying to suppress your moans when he’s tongue swifts into his natural form, entering deep inside, “syzoth!”, you let him kneel before you, on his knees, watching you approaching him slowly, and then, taking him into the bed as he begs for it. “ohhh – syzoth!”
his answer will always be the same, “yes, my goddess? need me?” he mocks you as if he isn’t the reason why you’re like that – weak on the knees, shaking, soaking wet, wanting nothing but him.
the way he enjoys being your personal pleaser besides assistant drives you crazy – the intensity of having him both as a lover and pleaser rising up. you can’t even blame him for using his power inappropriately – it feels too good to utter the words that warn him. he doesn’t care – he does what he needs to do – what you deserve – his full attention and effort.
“my goddess, let me show my gratitude to you – as your right-hand man, it’s my duty to make sure you get what you want.”
cw: 18+, smut, afab!reader, threesomes, cheating, y/n is cheating on bi han with...bi han?, getting caught, rough sex, praise kink, degradation kink, shame kink (?), mean bi han, name calling, cursing, big dick bi hans (lol), caught in the act, possessiveness, spanking, choking kink, oral (m!recieving), double penetration, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!)...
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You really really didn't know how you ended up here. Cheating was something you utterly despised and yet here you were, in the arms of another man with his cock seated so deep inside you, you can feel it in your womb.
It wasn't really another man. Well, not really. It was still Bi Han, just not your Bi Han. He felt the same. The same build and same sexy voice, but his personality? Only thing that distinguished this Bi Han from yours.
Your partner was often mad and annoyed at everything. He was full of negativity and despair, and yet you loved every part of him. He wasn't always mean to you. Yes, he was often short tempered but you really didn't mind.
Sometimes it greatly pissed you off, because you were only human after all. It just so happened that that sometimes was today, so is this really your fault?
If he hadn't pissed you off to the point of breaking maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe you wouldn't find solace in a much nicer version of your partner. Maybe you wouldn't enjoy getting split open by his huge dick as much as you do.
"Yeah baby, just like that...fuck" he huffed right in your ear. You back against his as he had you in a full nelson. Your moans growing louder in pitch as he's hitting all of your sweet spots. You really didn't expect to enjoy it this much.
What you didn't expect the most though, was getting caught. The slam of the door snapped you back to reality, your moans caught dead in your throat, not daring to escape and your legs closing shut at the sound.
You felt the body behind you go stiff as both your heads turn to look at the person interrupting. You, of course, knew exactly who the culprit was and as you began to see the furious expression on his face, your whole body filled with shame and guilt.
"What. the. fuck." venom spilled from every word he said as he walked towards you two, obviously enraged. "What the fuck is going on? You weren't satisfied enough so you go and fuck this loser version of me? What a pathetic whore"
Your mouth agape as you take in his words, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. "My love...it's not what it looks like, I swear!" you tried explaining, even though you didn't even believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth. It was exactly what it looked like.
Shame filled your whole body under the gaze of your lover, who was staring directly at you, not paying his variant any mind. Almost as if he's not even here.
A thousand thoughts running through your head as he grows silent. The air so thick and awkward you wish this was a stupid dream. You felt hyperaware of your surroundings. The way Bi Hans knee brushes your back, the way you are still naked and exposed and the most embarrassing, the way you're absolutely soaked and turned on even now.
Unfortunately for you, it seems you weren't the only one who noticed. "God. You're turned on even now? One cock up your pussy wasn't enough, so now you're oogling us both?" your lover said with a gaze as fierce as ever and a tone so condescending.
You felt the heat spread to your face and ears at the embarrassing comment made by him, as you shyly looked around at both Bi Hans. The other version of your partner had a smirk, his cock still sitting tall and proud at the whole encounter happening before him.
However, you two weren't the only one who were turned on. Your gaze moved down to your lovers pants as you noticed a painfully tight bulge in his crotch area, signaling that he secretly enjoys the scene before him.
Before you could register what was happening, your lover made it swiftly across the room and crashed your lips together. His hand was placed harshly on your jaw, a warning not to disobey him.
His other version wasn't slacking off either. As Bi Han was roughly kissing you, his hand made it's way around you kneading one of your breasts. The gentle and almost romantic way he did that was the complete opposite of a rough kiss shared with your lover. It made your head spin and your pussy even wetter. You loved it.
"God, you're such a slut. It's truly pathetic." Bi Han said lowly between kisses, leaving you whimpering into his mouth. The pleasure was subtle yet it made you go crazy. They didn't even do anything, and yet your mind was completely gone.
"Come on. darling. Let us make you feel good." variant Bi Han purred in you ear, as his other version was pulling you off his lap and placing you on your knees above the covers.
With your lover behind you, and his polar opposite in front of you, you felt anticipation grow in your stomach. All of the nervousness now replaced with extreme excitement. You just couldn't wait for what's to come.
Bi Han began undressing as you stared down at the other mans cock, mouth watering at the sight of him. He was exactly the same as your Bi Han. The same length, same grith, the same slight upward curve and even the same vein going all the way from his tip to the hilt.
Your observation was shortly interrupted by a pair of hands roughly grabbing your hips. "You're probably already stretched loose by this bastard here. Bet I can just slide right in." and true to his word, Bi Han did just that, basically making you scream.
No matter how many times you take him, or even how many prep he gives you, you will always be surprised at the stretch he offers you.
He didn't even give you any time to get used to him, quickly pounding into you at a pace he likes, causing you to fall forward onto your hands.
When you looked up in front of you, you were met with an incredibly hard dick and a smug smirk coming from the man who looked like your partner. "Would you open up your mouth for me, sweetheart?"
You obeyed him, opening your mouth and letting him slide right into your throat. The feeling of him on your tongue was heavy and your jaw tight from being opened so wide.
Both cocks hammered into your holes, setting a brutal pace. And yet, one had a sweetness to it while the other was downright abusive. They were like two sides of the same coin. So different and yet so alike at the same time.
The pleasure was intense. Your core was burning as you clenched and gagged around the cocks entering you. Your eyes stung with tears as the pleasure slowly became unbearable.
"Baby, you're doing so well for us." one Bi Han exclaimed, lifting you up by the hair and giving you some time to catch a breath. "Fuck...such a fucking slut. Clenching around me so hard while having another dick in your mouth. You're so nasty." the other Bi Han, however, seems to disagree.
Both degradation and praise left you overwhelmed. Your lovers degradation filled you with shame that made your privates grow wetter by the second, meanwhile your lovers variant sweet words laced with honey left your heart melting and stomach fluttering.
The cock inside of you kept such a brutal pace. You felt every drag of he vein on the upper side of his cock against your walls. His mushroom tip hitting so aggressively deep inside you, you're sure it will bruise your cervix.
The cock inside your mouth was slightly less brutal but still held that impatience for release. He would let you come up for air every few moments but whenever he enters again he pushes so deep down your throat that you can't breath for a second.
With every push of each cock comes your muffed whine. The sound only egging them on to continue chasing their highs.
"Look at you, baby. Taking us both so well." the man above you said more to himself. You could tell he was close by the way his cock slightly twitched in your mouth and the way his thrusts became more shallow.
You also noticed that he wasn't the only one close. Your lover picked up his pace and started groaning, a habit of his that you've come to learn.
You gotta admit. you weren't that far behind them either. Basically being used as a sex toy by your boyfriend and an exact replica of him was like a dream come true.
All of your senses became so overwhelmed from the moment your boyfriend caught you in such a promiscuous position. It was terribly arousing.
With one last push down your womb, your boyfriend spilled his seed deep inside you, some even leaking out of you as he rode out his high. Just as you registered what was happening, the cock in your mouth pulled out and started shooting it's own seed out, the droplets of cum hitting your face.
The intense feeling and the sudden shame of the situation were the last push you needed before the knot in your stomach exploded and a creamy texture started dripping down your thighs.
Before you could come down from your orgasm, the man above you started gently scooping his cum off your face. "Open." he left no room for argument. You opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers, forcing you to lick the remains of cum off of them.
"There we go. That's good, sweets." his hand now caressing your cheek gently. The sweet moment lasted only a second long as you were harshly lifted by your hair. Your back hit a muscular chest as you hissed in pain.
"Forgot about me? Don't you think we are finished just yet. I don't quite believe you've learned your lesson." your still furious lover basically growled into your ear.
His tip teasingly started rubbing your folds again as you tiredly tried to fight out of his grip. "Quit fighting. We're not done yet." he mockingly said.
The fatigue in your muscles fighting with itself as you gave up and gave your boyfriend exactly what he wanted. You knew there's no escaping him, so you just prayed that you could even move tomorrow let alone walk.
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a/n: This was requested so I hope you guys like this great idea!! Also, sorry for the inactivity, a lot of shit has happened this past few months I think I'll go crazy </3
