Yo I need to see a threesome between Liu Kang and Cole Young like really bad. Able to cook up a fic?
release some tension
a/n: haha whoops, sorry for the inactivity. i've been more motivated to make some art stuff for mk2 instead lol. also, pretend allison is dead. or divorced idk
Cole Young pads through the hallway, footsteps quiet against the cave floors, and he places his hand at the base of his neck as he stops in front of Liu Kang's private quarters
even after a few days, he still hadn't managed to manifest his arcana, and Kano punching the shit out of him day in and day out hadn't managed to elicit any magical source of power
he was at his wits end, and Kung Lao was busy training, the lines of stress clearly carved into his face as he practiced from sunrise til moonrise
when Cole Young had walked past the fight pit just earlier, hours after dinner, he had spotted Kung Lao in the sand, the faint glows of blue light appearing and disappearing as the monk continued to practice and hone in on his powers
the tournament would begin soon, and he had to do something or else all his efforts would go to waste
and Emily…she was bunking at a friend's place for the time being, and Cole stared down at the bracelet around his wrist
dragging a hand over his face, Cole slid open the door leading to Liu Kang's bedroom, stepping inside as he closed his eyes and let out a frustrated breath, "look, Liu Kang. i know it's late, but would you be able to-"
he opens his eyes to find Liu Kang sat on the edge of the bed, clothing neatly folded off to the side on top the dresser, and you perched up on his lap, body trembling and sweating
Liu Kang's hands are digging into your hips, fingers overlapping with the arcana marking on your skin, lips still attached to your neck, eyelashes low and gaze somehow still piercing
"oh my god! oh my-i'm, oh my god, i'm so sorry-" Cole shuts his eyes, trying to back up and out of the room
"no, come in. you wanted to ask me something about your arcana, i presume." Liu Kang sounds completely unbothered, the only hint of his current position is the underlying coarseness in his voice
"no, no, i can really come back another time-"
"Cole Young, come in." you beckon him forward this time, somehow also completely unbothered with the situation even with Liu Kang's cock buried deep inside of you
he pauses but slowly steps back inside of the room, eyes still shut, and Cole lets out a stuttering breath as he summons to courage to look at the two of you
there was no denying that the two of you were attractive, lives shaped by training for this tournament meant that the both of you were strong and inlaid with muscle, and he would be lying if he didn't find himself turned on at the sight
"i just-i, um, i wanted to ask if Liu Kang had any time to spare to train with me…er, to see if my arcana would," Cole Young waves his hand and glances off to the side to try and recollect himself, "you know, appear."
Liu Kang hums and looks at you, a quiet conversation exchanged in the glance, and then with a fluid motion you get off of him, the resulting wet squelch has heat prickling at the base of Cole's neck
"i think you have deserved a break. i know the past few days have been hard for you." Liu Kang beckons Cole Young towards the bed where you sit on your knees patiently, a small sly smile on your lips
perhaps a ghost has possessed him because Cole does as he is told, and he only hesitates for a moment before clambering onto the bed with shaky legs
he goes to kneel in the same position as you, but you tut at him and pat at the side of his hips that he remains standing on his knees
your fingers play with the edge of his waist band, "you have been in and out of that pit all day."
Cole mouth has gone dry, but he doesn't stop as you slowly drag his pants down to reveal his half-hard cock
his brain nearly short circuits as you use one hand to pump at the base of his cock while you bring your head down to kitten lick at the tip, teasing him to full hardness
he goes to bury his hand in your hair as a natural instinct, but his fingers twitch just as he reaches your hair
glancing back up at Liu Kang, the fire-wielder just smiles as his fingers dig back into your hips on your bent-over form, "you can grab their hair. they like it rough anyway, don't you?"
his hands knead at your butt, but Cole can't concentrate on that, not when you lower your other hand for more balance in your position and your mouth fully lowers onto his cock, head bobbing up and down, your lips stretching obscenely around the length
a small groan escapes from his lips, and he fully buries his hand into your hair, guiding the pace of your head
Liu Kang hums in delight, fingers tracing over the edges of your marking, before he lines himself back up with you, pushing his dick back into your heat
you whine, tears starting to gather at your waterline, and the vibrations travel through Cole, pleasure thrumming beneath his skin
he groans, hips involuntarily thrusting forward at the feeling, and you gag at the feeling
but you push yourself deeper onto him, tongue pressing into the underside of his cock, and your throat tightens around his cock as Liu Kang fucks into you
with every thrust, you are pushed further and further onto Cole's cock, until your nose buries itself into the light dusting of hair on his pelvis, and he can't help the small whine that peels out of him
"good, right?" Liu Kang sounds breathy as his hips piston into you, sweat finally beading on his hairline as he moans, fingers digging so tightly into your skin it would be sure to leave a mark the next day
"y-yeah." Cole bites his lip as you look up at him with watery eyelashes, "oh-oh fuck."
his hips jerk into your face again, and you moan around his cock, the pleasure overwhelming now
testing the waters once more, he gives an experimental thrust, and it draws another whimper out of you, your hands clutching at the sheets underneath
the vibrations blur out any other possible sensation, and Cole moans as he starts to earnestly pump his cock in out of your soft mouth
drool seeps down the edges of your lips along with the tears running down your face, and Cole exhales at the sight, "fuck, you're so-you're so pretty. so good. taking me like this."
his fingers tighten their grip in your hair, and you let out a pathetic sound at the praise, Liu Kang moaning from behind
the fire wielder hasn't eased up on his pace. in fact, he seems to be speeding up, mouth hanging open as he groans
"that's it. that's it. so tight for me. always so," Liu Kang punctuates the next word with a particularly rough thrust, "perfect."
you moan, eyes fluttering shut, and Cole moans at the feeling of your throat tightening around him
Liu Kang reaches a hand down in between your legs, and your body trembles and shakes, elbows nearly giving out at the sensation
Cole keeps his grip on your hair, using his other hand to wipe away a stray tear on your face as you whine and whimper, eyelashes clumping with tears
he pushes you down further on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat, and you moan, the feeling reverberating through Cole's skin
it triggers just enough pleasure so that vision whites out, body falling into ectasy as he tilts his head backward to let out a loud groan
his cock twitches in your mouth as his release spurts into your mouth, and Cole gains just enough clarity in his vision that he he looks back down at you, he can see dribbles of his cum on your chin
but you swallow most of it down, the sensation nearly too much for his oversensitive cock, and he whimpers but keeps your head on him as you suckle on him, your whines and whimpers muffled
Liu Kang fucks into you with abandon, low growls and moans echoing from him, and his hand between your legs works you roughly, the sound wet and messy
"good…so good for us, yeah? gonna take it all for me, aren't you?" the filthy words fall from the fire wielder's mouth so easily, and Cole can feel himself blushing even if they weren't directed towards him
his fingers tighten their grip in your hair as you whine out an answer, overstimulation starting to settle in, and he can see how your eyes glaze over with pleasure, the peak of your orgasm just teetering over the edge
the fire wielder bends over so that his chest presses into your back, hand overlapping yours so that he can hold onto it tightly, and he lays his lips on your neck, tongue tasting the sweat of your skin
Cole exhales at the sight, two bodies intertwined, and Liu Kang glances up just briefly before refocusing his energy on fucking the last coherent thought out of you
his teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your neck before sinking in, and you whine and moan, a small whimper leaving Cole's own's throat at the feeling
Liu Kang lets out a sharp exhale, a low groan echoing from his chest as he thrusts his hips forward one last time, body shaking as he cums inside of you
Cole carefully pulls his hips backward, and you take in a few deep breaths, tongue darting out to catch the few drops of his seed on your chin
maybe if it wasn't for his age, he would've been hard again
Liu Kang also pulls himself out, and he guides your hips gently down onto the bed as you collapse onto it, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest heaving as though you've run a marathon
"do you feel better?" Liu Kang steps off the bed, unbothered with his nakedness as he travels to the other side of the room to grab the three clay cups of water sitting on a dresser
"oh, um," Cole blinks, shouldering slumping forward, chest no longer feeling so tight, "yeah, i guess i do."
the fire wielder passes a cup to Cole Young without another word and then passes one to you, pressing the cool clay to your heated skin for a few moments before you finally take it
no other cups sit on the dresser, and Cole clears his throat, "did you know that i was coming to you tonight or…?"
the both of you give him a glance, but before either can answer, the sliding door opens and reveals Kung Lao, freshly showered, only a threadbare towel hung loosely around his hips
he raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cole before he looks back to you and Liu Kang with a slight pout, "you made a move without me?"
You guys are aware that they see each other as brothers, refer to each other as brothers, and be called a son by the same man right? Yes I can see how they could be romantically involved but that's not what their dynamic is in the movie.
On the topic of liulao, I believe I'm caught up in my own delusions about them to the point of literally assuming they're canon, in the movies. Y'know, the constant queer coding (Liu's mannerisms being unusual for a typical mainstream male character, the whole matching hair rubber bands thing, "If we were to die, it was supposed to be together" line) and Ludi Lin's own fascination with the dynamic made me truly believe this was the case and not once question it. Then, after the boom of the mk2 movie, I started seeing a bunch of people saying "They didn't even hint at liutana" and I remember being genuinely confused, like, "Why would you want a canonically gay man to be with a woman? Don't you have enough of that in the games already?". I feel stupid.
a/n: i can't believe the first writing piece i do in forever is SMUT. like, you've gotta be kidding me.
summary: top!liu kang x bottom!kung lao and uhhh idk, comforting kung lao about the burden of being the best of the earthrealm's champions
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), handjobs, slight overstimulation, missionary position
There was something particularly sinful about Liu Kang on his knees before Kung Lao. Perhaps it was because Liu Kang has a perpetual look of innocence on his face, eyes wide and bright, a fire lit behind them. Or perhaps it was because Kung Lao will never be able to forget the scared shivering boy that Lord Raiden had brought to the temple on a rainy day. It didn't matter now, not when Liu Kang's soft lips drag across the length of his cock, pink tongue darting out briefly to taste the pre-cum spilling from the tip.
Kung Lao gripped onto the mala beads that Liu Kang had draped around his wrists. If he truly wanted to, he could remove his hands from behind his back and thread his fingers through Liu Kang's hair to pull him forward and force him to stop teasing. But the both of them knew who had all the power in their relationship.
"A-Kang, please," the monk could barely breathe out the sentence before Liu Kang looked up at him through fluttering eyelashes (always those damn eyes), a small teasing smile on his lips as his calloused hands gently pumped at the base of Kung Lao's cock.
"Lao, don't you know that patience is a virtue?" He stuck his tongue out once more, dipping it into the slit of Kung Lao's tip, and the monk groaned, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward.
A wordless plea fell from Kung Lao's lips, shoulders shaking with the effort as Liu Kang squeezed the base of his cock, his other hand coming up from below to cup the monk's balls. His junior brother paid no mind to the whimper, simply continuing to tease and fondle without a care in the world, as if the skin underneath his fingers didn't feel as though it were on fire.
Kung Lao's cock twitched underneath Liu Kang's grasp, pre-cum pearling at the tip before dripping down onto the fire wielder's fingers, easing the rough slide of his hand.
"Do you think you deserve it? Bullying Cole Young like that? Beating Kano's pride?" Liu Kang looked almost bored, a little sigh leaving his lips, and Kung Lao gasped as the man swiped his thumb over the sensitive head of his dick, "I have half a mind to leave you like this all night."
"Pl-please, I promise to not do it again." Kung Lao could barely grit out the words, sweat beading at his hairline, fingernails likely tearing holes into the sheets below him. His hips jerked up instinctually in Liu Kang's hands as the monk gives his balls a slight squeeze, a pathetic moan leaving Kung Lao's lips at the feeling.
He didn't answer, just watching another bead of pre-cum run down the throbbing length of Kung Lao's cock, the heat seeming to pulse in his rough hands. In truth, Liu Kang held no anger towards Kung Lao. Although Kung Lao had pushed Cole Young so far that it proved to be useless, the fruits of his senior brother's taunting had rewarded them with the manifestation of an arcana. It was simply unfortunate that it had to be Kano.
The true reason he had sat Kung Lao down onto this bed was because he knew how worried his senior brother had become to resort to the tactless insults he had shot at Kano. He was growing desperate, mind plagued with thoughts of being the reason Earthrealm fell into Outworld's slavery and savagery. Although they both shared that burden, both of them knew that Lord Raiden expected more from Kung Lao, expected him to be the sole savior of Earthrealm. It had slowly driven their relationship into a fractured state. Even if just for a moment, Liu Kang wanted to distract Kung Lao.
Kung Lao would never admit it aloud, but Liu Kang knew that in the privacy of the bedroom was perhaps the only place he could ever truly let himself be himself, simply handing over the weight of expectations to someone else for once. The monk always put on an air of poise, of elegance, of confidence especially, but Liu Kang knew the burden of the tournament weighed heavy on Kung Lao's mind, forever present, forever looming. In the quiet of the night, on the hard mattress of their shared bedroom, with just the two of them, Kung Lao was loud and noisy, desperate and needy, whiny and slightly petulant, all the things he could never be as champion of Earthrealm.
Pressing his lips to the base of Kung Lao's cock, Liu Kang moved his hand there to slide up the smooth surface of his love's stomach to then squeeze at his lover's plush chest. He mouthed along the length, listening to the restrained groans and pants of the monk, and Liu Kang suckled on the tip of Kung Lao's dick to draw out another warbled bleat of pleasure from his senior brother.
Releasing his mouth from Kung Lao's cock, Liu Kang stood up so that he could tower over his usually taller counterpart and pressed his hand into Kung Lao's chest to push him down flat onto the bed, "lay down."
Kung Lao listened without a word of protest, shuffling a bit so that his bound hands rested above his head, and he let out an exhale when his cock slapped against his stomach, smearing droplets of pre-cum and spit on his skin.
"Shi di, please…" the monk craned his neck to look at Liu Kang, who had moved to the dresser to pull out a small clay pot of lubricant. The clay pot clinked softly as Liu Kang removed the lid and dipped his fingers into the viscous oil. One hand lifted up Kung Lao's leg onto Liu Kang's shoulder, and Kung Lao bit his lip at the feeling of his lover's thick finger tracing the rim of his asshole.
"Patience." Liu Kang ignored Kung Lao's slight huff and squirm on the bedsheets, opting to focus on slowly massaging the rim, feeling it slowly relax and open up to his ministrations.
"That's it. Good." He murmured it, but Kung Lao reacted with his whole body, stomach tensing and cheeks flushing with the praise. Compliments were hard to come by at the temple, and they had dwindled into nothing as stress and tension ate away at Lord Raiden's mind. But Liu Kang always gave them so freely, so willingly, whispering them into his skin like prayers.
Adjusting his grip on Kung Lao's leg, Liu Kang thrusted his finger in and out of Kung Lao slowly, relishing in how he clenched so tightly around him in anticipation. Perhaps too mch anticipation.
Liu Kang pressed a small kiss to the side of Kung Lao's knee, just enough to distract the monk to slide another finger into him, and a small punched-out moan left the older man, eyes glazed with pleasure. He crooked his fingers, pressing his fingers into Kung Lao's prostate, and he jerked on the bed, a breathy whine filling the air at the sudden course of intense pleasure.
The fire wielder didn't let up, massaging his fingers into the spot as if it was his personal mission to get Kung Lao to turn into nothing but a mess of whines and whimpers and sensation.
The monk's cock twitched on his stomach, aching to be touched, and Kung Lao keened as Liu Kang slowly pushed in a third finger, slowly stretching him, preparing him. Pre-cum dribbled onto his stomach, now dripping off to the side and onto the bedsheets, and Kung Lao let out a cry of frustration as Liu Kang continued to ignore his weeping cock.
"Fuck, Kang, pl-please, I need more-"
A sharp thrust of Liu Kang's fingers forward interrupted Kung Lao's train of thought, mouth hung agape as pleasure bloomed down his spine and muddied his brain. His own breathy moans were his only answer as Liu Kang started truly fucking Kung Lao on his fingers, and all Kung Lao could do was grip onto the mala beads in his grip, the grooves of them indenting into his skin.
"Oh-oh shit-" Kung Lao felt his hips twitch, legs trembling with the effort of closing as Liu Kang bullied his prostrate, but his lover kept a firm grip on Kung Lao's leg, forcing them to stay open and take exactly what was given.
Whines fell from his mouth with reckless abandon, mind too clouded with the overwhelming sensation of Liu Kang's thick fingers stretching him open and pressing insistently against that sweet spot to try and reel in his noisy sounds. Liu Kang hummed, biting his lip to restrain his own noises, greedy to hear all of Kung Lao's, and he kissed once more at the inside of his senior brother's knee, eyes focused on the mess of his cock.
The tip laid flush and dark, twitching with the ache of Kung Lao's heartbeat, and with every thrust of Liu Kang's fingers, the oversensitive cockhead would brush ever so slightly against Kung Lao's tensed stomach.
"That's my good boy, my perfect champion." He watched, enraptured even, as Kung Lao let out a strangled sound at the praise, the flush traveling from his face to his chest, and Liu Kang groaned as Kung Lao came untouched, cock twitching pathetically on his stomach as his release painted the monk's upper stomach.
Kung Lao's chest heaved up and down, hands clutching onto the prayer beads like a lifeline as he scrunched his eyes closed, and a small but long whine filled in the room before it fell into silence.
Liu Kang retracted his fingers and gently placed Kung Lao's leg back down onto the bed, shucking his pants off as quickly as he could, and he swiped his clean hand back into the clay pot of oil, making sure to cup a large amount of it into his palm.
The monk on the bed, breath finally coming back to him, looked down at the mess on his stomach and groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. He had just come untouched, like some virgin teenager who had just found a hidden stash of porn in the farthest reaches of the monastery's library.
"Don't hide from me. You don't have to do that here. With me." Liu Kang's hand slid up Kung Lao's stomach, thumb smearing against the excess cum starting to slide down the side of his abs, and Kung Lao raised his arm enough to see his lover staring at him. Observing him, eyesbrows furrowed with worry (always so attentive to his needs and wants), waiting for a sign that he was okay.
Liu Kang always knew him best, always knew when he started posturing to alleviate Lord Raiden's worries or when he tried to hide his worry about the fate of Earthrealm.
"I just," Kung Lao's body still trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his dick softening against his stomach but still sensitive, "…it was a little embarrassing."
"No, it wasn't. It simply means I know your body well." Liu Kang bit back a grunt as he pumped himself to full hardness, making sure to slather his cock in a thick coat of oil. He dripped the rest of it onto Kung Lao, using his previously sullied hand to smear it around the rim.
Kung Lao let out an amused huff, "yeah, I suppose you are right. You always are."
Liu Kang blinked down at him, a red glow at his ears as he slightly blushed, but he shot back a mischievous smile, using his free hand to fondle Kung Lao's dick. A choked whine came out of the monk's throat, stinging pleasure shooting up his spine at the feeling, and Liu Kang's smile only grew wider.
"Don't distract me." He gently rubbed his thumb over the tip, relishing in the small bucks of Kung Lao's hips, and he gripped onto his own cock, guiding himself into Kung Lao. The monk let out a groan, back arching off the bed, hands raising up into the sheets to clutch at them.
Liu Kang relished in the little sounds as he slowly pushed himself in, finally letting out his own breathy moan as he bottomed out, hips pressed firmly into Kung Lao's.
"Kang, please…" Kung Lao looked up at him, eyes slightly squinted as if too overwhelmed, cheeks flushed dark, lips soft and slightly curved into a pout. Liu Kang leaned forward, hiking Kung Lao's legs to wrap around his waist, so that he could kiss his lover.
Kung Lao sighed into the kiss, bringing his arms down to wrap around Liu Kang's neck, prayer beads slightly clacking against each other as he did so. His legs tightened around the fire wielder's waist as Liu Kang started to thrust in and out of him, sounds of pleasure swallowed by each other.
Liu Kang leaned his weight onto one of his elbows, using that hand to cup at the back of Kung Lao's neck while the other squeezed at the monk's sensitive chest, fingers pinching and squeezing at the nipple before cupping the entirety of it with his hand. Kung Lao whined into the kiss with each move, cock caught in between the friction of his stomach and Liu Kang's, and the sensation was driving him insane. He was still soft but also hyper-sensitive now, tip leaking pre-cum in an effort to lubricate the feeling. Pleasure settled into his nerves, the stings of overstimulation muddying up any intelligible thought, and Kung Lao could only shudder with pleasure and let out pitiful little sounds as Liu Kang grew rougher with his strokes.
As if reading his thoughts, Liu Kang brought his hand down in between the two of them to pump Kung Lao's cock at the same pace of his hips, separating from the kiss and bringing himself up to balance on his hand instead of his elbow.
Underneath him, Kung Lao debauched and needy, tears gathering on the waterline but refusing to fall, chest heaving the effort of breathing, Liu Kang could only moan and quicken his thrusts, his own desperation and possessiveness gripping onto him. Earthrealm could have the front that Kung Lao put on, a faithful and loyal warrior, arrogant and cocky and skilled, but only Liu Kang could have this Kung Lao, so full of love and raw with emotion.
With every thrust, Liu Kang's cock rubbed up against Kung Lao's prostate, each thrust resulting in a smattering of stars behind his eyelids, and Kung Lao tilted his head back, neck flush with heat and sweat, "please, please-"
He wasn't sure what he was begging for. Liu Kang would never deny him what he wanted, maybe as champion, but never as Kung Lao.
"I know. Almost there. My Lao. Yours." Liu Kang's voice came out scattered, as if his thoughts could not stick themselves together, more animalistic than human at this point. Kung Lao's vision whited out as Liu Kang pressed his thumb into the slit of Kung Lao's cock, punctuating it with a rough rut of his hips forward, and he let out a cry, spurts of his cum dripping out into Liu Kang's rough hands.
Liu Kang leaned back down, elbows trapping Kung Lao's head between them as he fucked Kung Lao through his orgasm, and he let out what sonuded like a growl as he bit into the soft flesh of the monk's neck. His hips drove forward, stuttering in their pace as warm heat flowed through Kung Lao, almost burning, leaving him feeling too full.
Neither of them moved much in the afterglow. Liu Kang bucked his hips forward, keeping himself buried inside of the monk, and he mouthed at Kung Lao's neck, lips sucking feverish hickeys into the skin. He slowly lowered his weight down, a hand burying itself into his senior brother's hair, fingers playing with the red ribbon they both shared.
After a few more moments of quiet breathing, Liu Kang finally moved and slowly pulled out of Kung Lao, eyes focusing on the slow drip of cum gathering onto the sheets. He frowned at the sight, gathering one of the pillows on the bed before easily lifting up the bottom half of Kung Lao's weight to prop the monk's hips up onto a pillow.
"Hey, what was that for?" Kung Lao tilted his head forward to look at his junior brother, and Liu Kang only shrugged, turning his back to hide the flush of his ears as he gathered the prepared clay cups of water on the dresser.
"…don't want to make more of a mess on our bed." He answered, flinging a towel over his shoulder, before walking over with the carefully balanced tray of water and crackers. He sat on the bed, laying the towel down before removing the pillow, and Kung Lao sat up, accepting the water cup.
Kung Lao flit his eyes towards Liu Kang, looking away when he realized the fire wielder stared back with an intensity only he could ever muster. His lifted the cup to his mouth, taking in greedy gulps of water, and he lowered it down back into his lap, tracing the rim of the cup as Liu Kang took his own drink.
"You will win. I know you will succeed." Liu Kang spoke, voice quiet but full of conviction. "And I will be with you."
His hand moved to rest so that his fingers upwards toward Kung Lao, and Kung Lao moved his hand in reciprocation so that their fingers would intertwine with each other.
