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Hiiii! You’ve been pretty quiet for a while so I just wanted to check everything was okay!
Feel free to ignore this, and I promise this isn’t intended as a rush or a ‘why aren’t you posting’. I just wanted to check in :)
short answer i’m okay :’)
long answer… honestly i’ve been feeling a bit down on myself and insecure… i was struggling a bit with writing part 6 of shaolin secrets so i tried to switch and write something else but i had no inspiration or ideas so i’ve kinda been keeping myself busy with other things instead of writing because atm my brain is convinced all my work is poo poo lol
synopsis: you take one look at liu kang when he comes back from the tournament — robe torn, knuckles bruised and bloodied, that filthy red headband still in his messy, sweaty hair — and tell him not to wash a single thing off. you want him exactly like this.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: violence mentioned (post-tournament), blood kink/blood on body, sweat/filth/musk kink, rough sex, dirty talk, p in v, creampie
word count: 1.4k
the heavy wooden door creaked open, and liu kang stepped inside.
he looked like he’d walked straight out of hell and won.
blood streaked across his cheek and collarbone. sweat glistened on every inch of exposed skin, making the torn white fabric of what remained of his robe cling obscenely to the hard lines of his chest and abdomen. the sleeves had been ripped away at some point, leaving his powerful arms bare, muscles still twitching from exertion, knuckles raw and split. his red headband was dark with sweat and dirt, strands of messy black hair sticking to his forehead and neck. his chest heaved with each slow, tired breath.
you froze at the edge of the bed, eyes wide.
he was alive. yes, that was the first thing that hit you, relief flooding your veins so sharply it almost hurt. but the second thing… gods, the second thing drowned everything else.
he looked filthy. dangerous. raw. like pure sin wrapped in fire and violence.
he gave you a tired, lopsided smile, the kind that usually made your heart melt. this time it made heat pool low in your belly.
“miss me?” he asked, voice rough, a little hoarse from shouting commands and breathing smoke all night.
he lifted a hand toward the red headband, fingers brushing the knot.
“don’t.”
the word left your mouth before you even recognized your own voice, sharp and firm.
his hand paused mid-air and he blinked, brows drawing together in confusion. “what?”
you rose from the bed slowly, bare feet silent on the floor. your gaze dragged over him, the blood on his skin, the way the torn robe clung to his body, the sweat sliding down his throat. your breathing grew heavier with every step. a soft curse slipped from your lips before you could stop it.
liu kang watched you approach, still, like an animal deciding whether he was the hunter or the hunted tonight.
“are you alright?” he asked quietly, concern threading through the exhaustion in his voice.
you didn’t answer with words.
instead you stopped right in front of him, placed both hands on his broad shoulders, and rose onto your tiptoes. your lips brushed the shell of his ear, voice low and dripping with want.
“you look like absolute sin right now…”
you felt the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. his entire body tensed under your palms, muscles coiling. the heat rolling off him was insane; fire god or not, he was burning.
you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. a small, playful smirk tugged at your lips even as desire made your voice tremble.
“don’t you dare wash any of that off before you fuck me.”
the silence that followed was electric.
liu kang’s dark eyes flared, the confusion burning away into something hungrier. his hands, still dirty, still bloody, flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to grab you.
“you…” his voice was lower now, rougher. “you want me like this?”
you nodded, sliding your hands down his chest, feeling the sweat-damp fabric and the rapid thud of his heart beneath it. “exactly like this. all sweaty and bloody… my filthy boy.”
a low groan rumbled out of him. in the next breath he finally moved, large hands gripping your waist and yanking you flush against him. you gasped at the feeling of his hard, overheated body pressing into yours, the scent of smoke, sweat, and blood filling your lungs.
his mouth crashed down on yours, desperate and messy, no refined monk tonight. this was the liu kang who had just survived the tournament, the one who still had fire licking at his fingertips and adrenaline roaring through his veins. he kissed you like he’d been starving for it, tongue sliding against yours, teeth nipping at your lower lip.
you moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders as you pulled him toward the bed. he followed without resistance, letting you push him down until he was sitting on the edge. you climbed into his lap immediately, straddling his thick thighs and grinding down against his growing bulge.
“fuck… you’re really into this,” he breathed against your neck, lips brushing your skin. one of his hands slid up your back, the other gripping your hip.
“you have no idea,” you whispered, tugging at what was left of his robe until it fell open. you leaned down and dragged your tongue along the blood-streaked line on his collarbone. he hissed, hips jerking up against you.
you could feel the fire in him, literal heat pulsing under his skin as his control began to fray. his hands shoved your clothes aside with impatient strength, baring you to him. the moment your bare chest pressed against his dirty, sweaty one, you both groaned.
he flipped you suddenly, laying you down on the bed beneath him. the weight of his body pinned you deliciously as he shoved the rest of his ruined clothes off. you couldn’t stop touching him, running your palms over his slick abs, his arms, the red headband still tied tightly in his messy hair.
he hooked your leg over his hip and pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust.
the sound you made was shameless. he was so hot inside you — literally warmer than usual, like his flames were barely contained. every drag of his cock stretched you, the slick sound of it echoing in the quiet room.
“you like this, huh?” he growled, voice wrecked as he started moving, hips snapping harder with every thrust. “you want me filthy… covered in blood and sweat… fucking you raw?”
“yes—yes—” you clawed at his back, nails digging into the sweat-slick muscle. he hissed in pleasure, dropping his head to bite at your neck, hips driving deeper.
his headband slipped slightly with the force of his thrusts, but it stayed on. you reached up and fisted it, using it like a handle to pull his mouth back to yours. he moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through you as he fucked you hard, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder with each thrust.
you came first, shaking and crying out his name, thighs locked tight around his waist. liu kang followed right after with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you, hips stuttering with exhaustion and release.
for a long moment the only sound was both of you panting. he stayed on top of you, forehead pressed to yours, red headband brushing your skin. a tired but satisfied smile curved his lips.
for a long moment the only sound was both of you panting. liu kang stayed on top of you, heavy and warm, forehead pressed to yours. the red headband brushed your skin with every shallow breath he took. slowly, the wild heat in his eyes softened into something quieter, something close to raw wonder, almost disbelief.
he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. like he couldn’t quite believe you’d wanted him exactly like this: filthy, streaked with blood and soot and sweat, still reeking of smoke and violence.
“…you’re actually into this,” he murmured, voice low and rough with exhaustion. a crooked, teasing smirk tugged at his lips. “a pretty little thing like you, getting off on me looking like i just crawled out of netherrealm.”
a dramatic groan left your lips, a little embarrassed, but admittedly, a little turned on all over again by his words. you tried to hide your face against his shoulder but he wouldn’t let you. one of his large, dirty hands gently cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, only to pause when he noticed the smear of someone else’s blood now streaked across your skin. his blood. his mess.
liu kang’s expression shifted again. the teasing faded into pure awe as he brushed his thumb over the mark, spreading it slightly. his dark eyes followed the motion, mesmerized.
“gods… look at you,” he whispered, almost to himself. “covered in my filth and still looking at me like that.”
he let the silence settle for a beat, just breathing you in, still buried deep inside you. then the playful glint returned to his eyes.
“well, i was planning to shower the second i got back,” he said, voice dropping into that teasing rumble again. “but now… guess you’ll just have to join me. can’t have you walking around like this all day.”
you let out a soft giggle, the sound bright against the heavy, sex-thick air of the room.
“hm,” you hummed, smiling up at him, “guess i will.”
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Who would you Headcanon as the one who has the most "Femenine" S/O? Liu or Kung lao?
I think maybe Liu, because he might find it cute? I mean, she always dresses up with pink dresses and wears makeup even a little bit. Shy and well behaved, that's so much like Liu
But some part of me says that it might be Kung lao, because it's the contrary of him, yk what i mean? Like he likes it because it busts his ego that his S/O is so pretty and perfect, make him want to take care of her anytime
you know what………… i’m actually gonna say lao for this one
HEAR ME OUT
i agree with literally everything you said BUT
i could ALSO see liu being down bad for a tough girl… like i think he would see a woman that could knock him out and he would think… oh… okay yes i am attracted to this. i think he would be very intrigued by a strong independent women
meanwhile i think poor lao could see that as a threat to his manhood 😭 i can totally see him loving a girl in frilly dresses w bows and pink blush who needs him to open jars and reach high shelves bc he loves feeling big like that
synopsis: you and liu kang acting like lovesick teenagers while drunk, finding every excuse under the sun to touch one another — comparing hand sizes, thumb wars, “my hands are cold”…
genre: fluff, friends to lovers, extreme mutual pining <3
warnings: alcohol, tipsy reader (not messy. very giggly.)
word count: 2.8k
a/n: from the depths of my notes app… i wrote this really quickly a while ago 😭 just a fun little fluff piece, pls don’t take it too seriously
the celebration after the tournament is loud in the way relief always is.
music spills through the courtyard in bright, chaotic waves. lanterns hang like captured stars overhead, casting everything in warm gold. someone laughs too hard across the way while someone else is already attempting to start a dance circle that keeps falling apart. every few minutes another cheer erupts for absolutely no reason at all.
you’ve been parked beside liu kang the entire night.
one minute you sat down because there was space, next thing you knew, there were empty cups between you, three separate conversations that had quietly become private little side conversations, and enough stolen glances to qualify as suspicious.
months of this.
months of lingering after training. months of inside jokes no one else understood. months of everyone else rolling their eyes because please just kiss already.
but tonight?
tonight you’ve had enough to drink that all your restraint has quietly packed its bags and left the building.
you’re giggly. everything he says is funny. his eyes are unfair. his hair is unfair. his smile is unfair. his shoulders are unfair. his whole existence is honestly becoming kind of irritating.
liu kang, for his part, seems to be having the time of his life.
every time you laugh, his expression softens like he did something right. every time you lean in to tell him something, he listens like you’re revealing state secrets. at one point he says something teasing and you dissolve into helpless giggles, reaching out to grab his arm without thinking.
he freezes for half a second, then he goes very casual about it. as if his ears aren’t bright pink.
you narrow your eyes at him. “you’re smug tonight.”
his mouth curves. “am i?”
“yes.”
he laughs quietly into his cup, while you huff and sink lower in your seat.
a minute later you tuck both hands into your armpits and pout.
liu kang glances over. “…what are you doing?”
you frown dramatically. “my hands are cold.”
he hums thoughtfully. then, looking down at his drink, he murmurs, almost to himself, “lucky mine are always warm.”
you turn slowly. “…excuse me?”
he blinks.
“my hands,” he clarifies, still not looking at you.
you stare. when he finally glances over, he immediately regrets it, because now your expression has gone suspiciously interested.
“you’re lying.”
his eyebrows rise. “i’m not.”
you squint. then your eyes get that little spark, the one liu kang has learned means trouble. you smile, entirely mischievous.
“prove it.”
his smile vanishes. “…what?”
you just lean your cheek into your hand and grin at him.
“prove it.”
he stares.
you stare.
he opens his mouth. closes it. looks away. looks back.
“how?”
you keep smiling until the realization hits him all at once and his ears go properly pink.
“oh.”
you don’t rescue him.
he gives a tiny, embarrassed laugh. “you’re impossible.”
you beam up at him and he sighs dramatically.
“fine. give me your hands.”
his voice comes out calmer than he feels. inside, his heart is attempting to win the tournament all over again.
you immediately hold your hands out, far too quickly, like maybe you’d been waiting for that answer. his breath catches for a second, then he takes them.
his hands fold around yours gently, pleasantly warm. you go still. your eyes widen. and immediately your expression melts.
“…oh.” liu kang tries not to look too pleased while you stare down at your joined hands, then back up at him. “you weren’t kidding.”
his smile turns smug in real time.
he shrugs. “mm.”
his thumbs begin to move absentmindedly across the backs of your hands, making your stomach flip. he notices, and his smile only gets worse.
you whisper, scandalized, “your hands are really warm.”
his eyes soften. “told you.”
for a moment neither of you move. your hands stay tucked between his, the heat of his skin pressed against your chilled fingers.
as you look down, something occurs to you.
slowly, with all the suspicious concentration of someone about to make a bad decision, you pull one hand free. liu kang immediately looks up, but you don’t notice.
you turn your palm over, then place it flat against his, palm to palm. your fingers spread slightly against his hand and—
oh.
your eyes widen. you blink once. twice. then a quiet little giggle escapes you.
liu kang looks at you. you continue to stare at your hands, then finally back at him.
“…your hands are so much bigger than mine.”
liu kang’s brain immediately leaves his body.
because in your head this is playful. a little flirty. maybe you’re teasing him.
but in liu’s head—
you just voluntarily held his hand. compared hand sizes. and now you’re smiling at him like that.
he looks down.
your hand really does look small against his. your fingers barely line up.
his throat suddenly feels weird.
“oh.”
you glance up. “oh?”
he blinks. “…yeah.”
you wait.
he waits.
you raise an eyebrow. “that’s all?”
his ears get pinker.
he looks back down. “…i guess they are.”
you squint. “that sounded uncertain.”
his mouth opens but immediately closes again.
because what is he supposed to say? yes, your hand is smaller and also very cute and now i can’t stop noticing that you chose to hold mine?
he swallows. “i never thought about it.”
that’s true.
but now? now he is unfortunately thinking about it.
you hum and inspect your hands again, when a small grin spreads across your face.
“you could probably hold both of mine in one hand.”
his eyes flick to yours.
you hold out both hands expectantly, like this is an entirely normal scientific experiment.
his entire face warms. “…what?”
you wiggle your fingers. “try.”
you are entirely too pleased with yourself.
liu kang lets out the smallest, helpless laugh. then slowly he takes both your hands.
and yeah.
he can.
his fingers wrap around both of yours with room to spare.
you stare. your mouth drops open. then you look at him with genuine delight.
“no way.”
liu kang makes the mistake of looking at your expression.
your eyes are bright. your smile is soft. you look weirdly impressed.
his heart trips over itself.
you squeeze his hand lightly. “you’re like a furnace.”
he laughs under his breath.
you keep staring at your hands in his until your eyes narrow.
a thought appears. liu kang sees it happen in real time.
his smile immediately turns suspicious. “…what.”
you look up, dead serious.
“we should have a thumb war.”
he blinks. “…what?”
you nod once, very solemn. “a thumb war.”
he stares.
then he gives you this long, deeply unimpressed look that says i know exactly what’s happening here.
his mouth twitches. “you are so drunk.”
your jaw drops, immediately offended.
you smack his arm lightly. “excuse you?”
he laughs. “you are.”
you sit up straighter and point a finger at him. “i am not.”
his eyebrows rise.
you squint. then you narrow your eyes and lean closer. “…you’re just scared you’ll lose.”
silence. then liu kang slowly turns to look at you. one eyebrow goes up.
that look. the one that says you really want to commit to this?
“you really wanna test that theory?”
you immediately bite your lip trying not to grin. your shoulders square as you puff up like you’re preparing for battle. you tuck one leg under yourself and hold your hand up, all confidence.
“all i’m hearing is excuses.”
liu kang looks at you. at your tiny hand. at your face. then sighs, fond and completely doomed.
“…fine.”
your eyes immediately light up.
he shifts and repositions your hands. his fingers are still warm around yours, and you are suddenly much more aware of this than before.
he clears his throat. “…ready?”
you nod seriously.
you hook thumbs.
“one…”
you’re already grinning.
“two…”
you wiggle your thumb threateningly, and his mouth twitches.
“three.”
you attack immediately. unfortunately, you forgot one crucial thing:
liu kang has the reflexes of a trained fighter.
your thumb barely moves an inch before you’re captured. his thumb presses yours down. pinned. done. two seconds. maximum.
you gasp. “no— wait—”
you twist dramatically, but he doesn’t move.
you squeal. “oh my god— no— this is rigged!”
liu kang starts laughing while you squirm, trying to break free while giggling helplessly.
“release me!”
he’s smiling so hard now. “you challenged me.”
you try harder.
you’re still trapped.
your shoulders shake with laughter. “no fair— your hands are gigantic—”
his eyes sparkle. “that sounds like losing.”
you gasp again, smacking his arm with your free hand. his grin gets brighter, but he still doesn’t let go. you realize after a second when your eyes flick down.
your hand is still trapped under his. thumb war over. victory established. no reason whatsoever to still be holding your hand.
he notices you noticing, and his expression flickers. for one second he looks like he might let go. but instead—
his fingers shift, gentler now but still holding your hand. his smile softens.
“…do you surrender?”
you look at him. his ears are pink. his eyes are warm. and suddenly you remember you actually do have a big fat crush on him and this is honestly rude timing.
you look away and mumble quietly, “…maybe.”
his smile goes completely helpless, thumb brushing over yours once before he finally lets go.
eventually your laughter dies down, but your face still feels warm from losing. liu kang’s hand has been gone for at least thirty seconds and somehow you still notice the absence.
you straighten dramatically, bravely deciding on your next move.
“we should play a drinking game.”
liu turns slowly, expression immediately suspicious.
“…a drinking game?”
you nod.
he looks at your cup. then at you. then back at your cup.
“as if you haven’t had enough?”
your face falls instantly into a sad little pout. his resolve lasts maybe three seconds.
he sighs. “…fine.”
your entire face lights up and you pat his shoulder. “good boy.”
liu kang freezes.
you freeze.
silence.
your eyes widen. you slowly retract your hand. “…okay that just… slipped out.”
his raises one eyebrow.
you point vaguely. “pretend i didn’t say that.”
then you immediately start giggling into your hands. liu kang looks away, ears pink.
he clears his throat. “what game?”
“never have i ever.”
his expression immediately says this feels dangerous already, but he agrees.
it starts innocent.
“never have i ever broken a bone.”
he drinks.
you gasp. “you have?!”
training stories happen. you laugh.
another round.
“never have i ever stolen food.”
you drink.
he looks delighted. “seriously?”
you defend yourself passionately.
things continue.
and then, somewhere — unfortunately — the invisible line is crossed where your ideas become progressively worse.
you clear your throat dramatically. “never have i ever had a crush on someone in this room.”
liu kang pauses. you pause.
he looks at his cup. you look at his cup.
he looks at you. you immediately collapse into laughter.
but then—
he quietly takes a sip.
your laughter stops. your eyes widen. his expression just goes calm and unreadable, and your brain cannot process this.
you point. “you drank.”
he shrugs. your ears start heating.
next round.
you’re grinning now, far too pleased with yourself.
“never have i ever…”
you think. your eyes narrow. then—
“…had a thing for guys with long hair.”
liu kang chokes on his drink. you immediately start laughing.
his eyes narrow. “…you are impossible.”
you giggle, then drink. his eyes flick to you, then quickly away.
another round passes, and your questions start becoming increasingly less subtle. not explicit, but enough to make liu kang realize where this is headed.
he catches your wrist gently. when you look up, his expression is soft. patient.
“…okay.”
he takes your cup and sets it aside.
you frown. “what?”
his mouth twitches. “i think we’re done.”
you whine. “whyyy?”
he gives you this look. undeniably warm. but so, so amused.
because he absolutely knows you’re going to wake up tomorrow and remember half of this and want to evaporate.
his thumb taps lightly against your knuckles. “you’re going to regret saying all this.”
you immediately defend yourself. “i regret nothing.”
his smile gets impossibly gentle. “…that’s because you’re drunk.”
you squint at him.
he just gives you this patient look for a moment, then finally stands. “you need to go to bed.”
you gasp like he just announced the end of joy. “nooo.”
you fold your arms, pouting.
his mouth twitches. “you’re tired.”
you immediately shake your head.
your body chooses that exact moment to sway. he reaches out automatically to steady you.
you point at him. “traitor.”
his smile widens. then softens.
he crouches slightly so he’s more eye level, voice impossible soft. “…come on.”
your face crumples. you look… genuinely distressed. “but… i’ll be lonely.”
that one lands directly in his chest.
he looks away for a second and sighs.
then quietly, “i’ll walk you back.”
you brighten instantly.
he holds up one finger. “BUT—”
your eyes narrow.
he gives you a serious look. “you have to behave.”
you go still for a moment, then immediately straighten. big eyes. hands folded in your lap.
you nod once. very solemn. “…okay.”
you look absurdly sincere.
and liu kang almost laughs.
because he knows you are absolutely not going to behave. but you look so earnest.
his expression softens helplessly and he offers you his hand. “come on.”
you squeal, immediately linking your arm through his, then proceed to lean approximately seventy percent of your body weight into him.
liu kang glances over. “…are you walking or am i carrying you?”
you smile dreamily. “yes.”
he laughs quietly and lets you stay leaning on him.
the walk back is slow. mostly because if he moves too fast you stumble. your shoulder keeps bumping his arm. sometimes your head brushes his shoulder. every time it happens he pretends not to notice. you keep talking nonsense, and he keeps answering.
when you get to your room he opens the door and guides you inside. you immediately sit on the bed with your hands folded, perfect posture. like you are the world’s drunkest princess.
liu kang turns on the lamp and warm light spills across the room. without a word, he kneels down and stars helping you with your shoes, quiet and gentle.
you sit there watching him. and suddenly your chest feels funny.
a small sigh slips out, all dreamy and soft.
“…liu…”
he looks up immediately, like nothing else in the room exists. his expression is so attentive, so patient.
“mm?”
a slow, absolutely evil, shit-eating grin spreads across your face. your eyes narrow. you look exactly like someone who has discovered state secrets.
liu kang immediately looks suspicious.
you lean forward, point at him, and very quietly murmur—
“…you like me.”
liu kang freezes.
his eyes flick away, mouth pressing together as he tries to bite back a smile. but he fails.
he looks back at you, cheeks growing pinker by the second.
then quietly he responds, “…was that a question or…?”
you giggle and shake your head, flopping backward onto your hands. “mm-mm.”
you smile at him, soft and sleepy. “…nope.”
you point again. “you like meee.”
liu kang closes his eyes and sighs. but his shoulders shake once, like he’s losing an internal battle.
“…you’re drunk.”
you gasp. “deflection!”
you lean closer and poke his bicep. his entire body stills. you poke again.
your voice goes sing-song. “you’re not denying ittttt.”
his face heats instantly. he rolls his eyes and looks away. you stare, waiting as his silence stretches. your grin only gets wider every second he doesn’t respond.
“oh my god.” you stare at him, then whisper, “…you really do.”
he sighs again, smiling helplessly.
he shakes his head. and finally without looking at you, he quietly says—
“…you’re supposed to be behaving.”
you immediately gasp. because that was not a denial.
you’re still grinning when he finally gets your shoes off and helps you lie down properly, pulling the blanket up to your chin like you’re something precious. he lingers for a second at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an expression so soft it makes your chest ache even through the alcohol haze.
“sleep,” he says quietly.
you reach out and catch his sleeve before he can go.
“…stay until i fall asleep?”
he hesitates for a moment.
then sighs, the fondest sound in the world.
he sits on the edge of the bed. “…only until you fall asleep.”
you smile, already half-gone, and mumble into the pillow, “knew you liked me.”
his quiet laugh is the last thing you hear before sleep takes you. and somewhere in the dark, warm fingers brush your hair back from your forehead.
like a promise he’s not ready to say out loud yet, but you both know it’s there.
I think if I were in the mortal Kombat movie universe, first of all I'd be totally useless, 0 physical skills.
But I know I'd be such a pick me for Liu, like haven't you seen how he softly takes care of women? When he insisted Sonya to eat and get stronger and when he helped Cole's wife and daughter so softly
Gee, I need that so bad. Like id CASUALLY need his help with the most insignificant thing just to have him beside me.
I'm I that desperate? Or accurate?
NO STOPPPP YOU HAVE ME GIGGLING AND TWIRLING MY HAIR JUST THINKING ABOUT IT
like… liuuu my hands are so cold 🥺
he is so acts of service coded and it’s so unperformative like it’s just instinctual god love him
I have to admit that I didn't watch the movies until yesterday. I followed you because I like your writings and obviously I like the lore of the games, but now I UNDERSTAND the obsession with Movie Liu Kang.
My god, he's just so YUMMY. Like an angel, so cute. Now I'm obsessed
This is YOUR FAULT 🫵 (Not complaining tho)
LITERALLYYY YUMMY IS THE BEST WORD FOR IT YOU ARE SO RUGHT
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Sooo, idk how well this will work, but if you're able to, is it possible to make a virgin!Kung Lao x reader smut? I REALLY liked the Liu Kang one, and now I'm curious 👀👀 tysm for your time! 💜
DONEEE this was the fastest i’ve ever done a request lmao thank you for this one! it was so fun trying to think how he would be but i hope you like it :3
synopsis: there’s a first time for everyone, even the greatest of champions. kung lao tries to play it cool, insisting this is no big deal… but the second he’s inside you, all that bravado crumbles.
genre: explicit smut (18+)
warnings: virgin!lao x soft dom!reader, fingering, slight anxiety/performance anxiety, p in v, creampie, aftercare
word count: 3.1k
requested by: anon
the kisses had started playful, the way they usually did, with kung lao nipping at your bottom lip with that cocky little smirk you could feel against your mouth. but tonight something was different. the adrenaline from earlier training still hummed under his skin, and the longer you kissed him, the more it shifted into something raw and hungry.
he pulled you down onto his bed without breaking the kiss, hands greedy as he rolled you beneath him. the weight of his body pressed you into the mattress, warm and solid. his tongue slid against yours, deep and demanding, while one hand palmed your breast through your thin shirt. a low sound rumbled in his chest when you arched into him.
“been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against your lips before diving back in, kissing you like he wanted to devour you.
your hands pushed at his outer robes, shoving the heavy fabric off his shoulders. he helped you eagerly, shrugging it off and tossing it somewhere behind him. the thin undershirt underneath clung to his toned chest and shoulders. you ran your palms over the firm muscle, feeling the heat of his skin, and he groaned into your mouth.
clothes started disappearing fast.
he sat up just enough to yank your shirt over your head, throwing it aside. the moment your breasts were bare his mouth was on them, wet kisses and teasing bites that made you gasp. his hand squeezed one while his tongue flicked over the other nipple until it pebbled under his attention. you tugged at the tie of his pants, but he distracted you by sucking hard on your breast, leaving a mark that would definitely show tomorrow.
“lao—” you breathed, fingers threading through his dark hair.
he answered by kissing lower, tongue dragging down your stomach as his hands worked your pants open. in one smooth motion he peeled them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him. the hungry way his eyes raked over your body made heat pool low in your belly.
“fuck, look at you,” he murmured, voice rough. his hands smoothed up your thighs, spreading them wider so he could settle between them again.
you reached for him, pulling him back down into another filthy kiss. the hard line of his cock pressed against your bare thigh through his thin pants, and you both moaned at the contact. his hands were everywhere: squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, sliding up to pinch your nipples while he rocked against you.
the kiss turned messier, more desperate. you could feel how worked up he was in the way he panted against your mouth, the way his hips rolled in shallow thrusts like he couldn’t help it. when you sucked on his tongue he actually shivered, a broken sound escaping him.
your fingers finally slipped under the waistband of his pants, brushing the trail of hair below his navel before wrapping around the hot, thick length of his cock.
he jolted.
hard.
his entire body tensed above you, hips stuttering, a sharp inhale cutting through the heavy breathing. then the mask snapped back into place. he let out a chuckle that was almost convincing, flashing that cocky grin while his hand covered yours, guiding the pace.
“easy there,” he drawled, voice rough around the edges. “not everyone’s had the honor of a champion’s attention before.”
you could see straight through it. the slight hitch in his breathing. the way his ears burned red. the faint tremble in his thigh under your leg. he was deflecting hard, trying to play it off like he was just selective, just picky, just better than casual flings. but you knew better.
still, you wouldn’t call him on it. not right now. right now, looked like a startled, anxious dog. one wrong move and he might overcompensate or shut down completely. you wanted this to be good for him. so you stayed soft, patient, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“mmm. lucky me then,” you murmured against his lips, stroking him gently, unhurried.
kung lao exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering for a moment before he redirected hard. his hands gripped your waist and flipped you beneath him in one smooth motion, that familiar cocky smirk back in full force even if it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“my turn,” he said, already kissing down your neck, your chest, your stomach. “let me take care of you first.”
he was buying time. you both knew it. but gods, he was good at redirection.
his fingers were skilled, years of training translating into devastating patience as he worked two digits into you, curling just right while his thumb circled your clit. he watched your face like it was the most important fight of his life, cataloging every gasp and moan. when you arched and moaned his name, his own cock twitched hard against your thigh, but he didn’t rush.
he added a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring gently while his mouth latched onto one of your nipples. the wet sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked cunt filled the room alongside your whimpers. he was relentless, focused, almost desperate in his attention to your pleasure. like if he made you cum hard enough on his hand, you wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.
“lao…” you tugged at his hair, hips rolling against his palm. “i want you. please.”
he groaned against your skin, forehead dropping to your collarbone for a second. you felt the brief internal panic — this is actually happening, don’t fuck this up — in the way his shoulders tensed. but he pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, and positioned himself between your thighs.
his hand shook just slightly as he gripped the base of his cock, guiding the head through your soaked folds. he fumbled a little, pressing against your entrance, slipping up to your clit, then adjusting again, his usual precision nowhere to be found. you could see the frustration and nerves flashing across his face before he tried to hide it.
you reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw.
“do you want me to be on top?” you whispered softly.
kung lao’s eyes snapped to yours, looking almost offended at the suggestion. his brows drew together, that stubborn pride flaring for a moment.
“no, no… i’m fine,” he insisted, voice tight. he tried for a smirk but it came out strained.
you nodded, whispering back, “okay.”
but you could see how nervous he really was. it was in the slight tremble in his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, the way he was gripping himself a little too hard.
he lined up again and pushed forward.
the first inch stretched you open with a delicious burn. kung lao’s jaw clenched tight, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he sank deeper. he tried so hard to stay composed, eyes narrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line, but the cracks showed almost immediately. his breath hitched when he bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside your tight heat.
“fuck…” he breathed, voice wrecked.
he started moving, strong, deep thrusts right from the start, like he was determined to prove he could handle this. each roll of his hips drove him in hard, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. for a few moments he kept the rhythm steady, powerful, exactly like the champion he was.
but the pleasure was too much for him.
his rhythm started to falter. his jaw unclenched as his mouth fell open, heavy breaths spilling out with every thrust. his hands fisted tightly in the sheets on either side of your head, knuckles pale. he was so eager, so desperate, overcompensating with the force of his strokes, but he couldn’t keep the steady pace. it felt too good and he was losing control.
overwhelmed, he dropped down, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a shaky groan. his hips kept moving, erratic and needy now, hot puffs of breath against your skin.
you gently turned his face back toward you, cupping his cheek.
“please,” you whispered, eyes locked on his, “just let me ride you.”
he hesitated, chest heaving. that stubborn need to prove something, to be the best, to be in control, flickered across his flushed face. for a second you thought he might refuse.
but then something in him gave in.
with a low, frustrated sound, he rolled over, pulling out of you with a wet slide. he landed on his back, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes almost distant as he stared up at the ceiling.
when you began climbing back over him, straddling his hips, you watched his reaction. and for the first time since you’d known him, kung lao looked… vulnerable. his cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and he kept glancing up at your eyes only to look away again, like he couldn’t quite hold your gaze. his jaw was clenched tight, the muscle ticking.
you smiled sweetly down at him, soft and patient. cupping his jaw with both hands, you leaned in and kissed him, reassuring him with your lips. he kissed you back, but there was a tremor in it. when you pulled away, he exhaled deeply through his nose, shoulders dropping just a fraction.
you brushed your thumb gently along his jaw, stroking the tense line there.
“it’s okay if you’re nervous, you know…” you whispered, forehead resting lightly against his. “you don’t have to pretend with me.”
he let out a short, defensive laugh under his breath and turned his head to the side, staring at the wall for a moment. the sound was pure kung lao, trying to brush it off, to save face. but after a few heartbeats, the tension in his expression eased, and he actually gave a small nod.
his hand came up to squeeze your hip, fingers digging in with a quiet kind of gratitude. the gesture said everything his pride wouldn’t let him voice out loud.
you stroked your fingers through his hair, pushing the messy strands back from his forehead. “ready?”
he finally looked up at you again, eyes dark and glassy with want. he gave another small nod.
you sank down onto him inch by inch, taking every part of him until your ass was flush against his hips. the stretch was perfect, full and deep.
kung lao’s eyes were locked on the place where your bodies joined, staring at your pussy stretched around the base of his cock. a tiny, stunned “fuck…” slipped out of him, barely above a whisper.
you started moving in slow, sultry rolls, smoother and steadier than the frantic rhythm he’d tried earlier. his breath was already shaking underneath you, chest rising and falling unevenly as he fought to stay in control.
you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and whispered against his lips, “does it feel good?”
he grunted deeply, the sound raw and honest. “yeah… yeah, baby, it does…”
his hands squeezed your hips hard, fingers digging in like he needed something solid to ground himself.
you smiled and picked up the pace, starting to bounce on his cock with steady, wet strokes. his eyes flicked up to your tits, watching them move with every rise and fall of your body. his eyelids fluttered closed and another soft “fuck” escaped him.
you couldn’t help smiling. biting back a little giggle, you teased gently, “you like the view, lao?”
he let out a breathless chuckle, eyes still closed, cheeks burning.
“fuck off…” he muttered, embarrassed but clearly relaxing bit by bit beneath you, his body loosening as pleasure overtook the nerves.
then you ground down deeper, rolling your hips so his cock rubbed perfectly against that spot inside you. his eyes flew open and a small, needy moan slipped out before he could stop it.
the second he heard himself, panic flashed across his face. but you didn’t give him time to overthink. you moaned right back, loud and genuine, and pulled him into a filthy kiss, tongue sliding against his messily.
the moment he realized you weren’t going to judge him, that you were just as turned on by every sound and reaction he made, the embarrassment began to crack and melt away.
and what was left was pure greedy hunger.
his hands slid up your waist, gripping tighter as he started thrusting up to meet your bounces, no longer trying to hide how much he wanted this, how much he wanted you.
that greedy hunger took over completely. kung lao’s hands roamed your body as you rode him, sliding up to squeeze your breasts, then back down to grip your ass, guiding you harder onto his cock. his hips snapped up to meet every bounce, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the room along with his ragged groans.
but as his thrusts grew more desperate, his rhythm turning sloppy and frantic, you felt him start to tense again. his orgasm was building fast… and apparently it was too fast for his liking.
that flicker of nervousness returned to his eyes.
you slowed your movements just a little, rolling your hips deep and grinding against him as you brushed his hair back.
“you’re getting close?” you asked softly.
he nodded quickly, jaw tight, but after a second his voice came out small and uncertain.
“i… i don’t know if i can,” he whispered, embarrassed again. “i’m…”
nervous. he couldn’t say it.
“shh, it’s okay,” you reassured him gently, still moving on his cock. “you’re doing so good, lao. honest.”
you reached down between your bodies and started rubbing tight circles over your clit, gasping at the added pleasure. “i’ll cum with you,” you promised, voice breathy. “we’ll do it together.”
kung lao’s eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense. he stared at you like you were the only thing in the world, watching every flutter of your lashes and every twitch of your expression as you worked yourself closer to the edge right on top of him. his hands stayed firmly on your hips, holding you as you rode him.
your breathing grew faster, turning into high-pitched pants and moans. the pressure inside you coiled tighter and tighter.
“fuck, lao—” your voice cracked. “i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum on your cock. please, please cum with me—”
his eyes never left yours. the raw need in your voice, the way you were falling apart on top of him, because of him, finally pushed him over.
kung lao let out a deep, broken moan as his orgasm hit hard. his cock pulsed inside you, hips jerking up erratically while he spilled deep, filling you with hot, thick spurts. at the same moment, your own climax crashed over you, walls clenching rhythmically around him as you moaned his name, trembling on top of him.
you stayed locked together like that, eyes still locked, breathing each other’s air as the pleasure rolled through both of you in long, shuddering waves.
you stayed like that for a long while, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in as the aftershocks rolled through both of you. his hands stroked slowly up and down your back, almost absentmindedly, while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. the room was quiet except for the sound of your slowing breaths.
eventually you lifted yourself off of him with a soft, wet sound. as you moved to the side, kung lao’s eyes dropped between your legs. a thick trail of his cum was already leaking out of your pussy, slowly dripping down your thigh.
he stared.
not with that usual cocky hunger, this was something softer. his lips parted slightly, eyes wide with quiet awe. like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. what the two of you had just done. he reached out instinctively, his thumb gently brushing through the mess on your skin, almost reverent.
“shit…” he whispered, voice barely there. just pure, stunned wonder.
you gave him a small, fond smile before climbing off the bed to grab a clean cloth and some water. you cleaned yourself first, then gently wiped him down. he let you, unusually docile, watching your every movement with that same soft, dazed expression.
once you were both clean, you crawled back into bed. kung lao immediately rolled into you, smushing his face between your neck and shoulder like he was trying to hide inside you. he tangled his legs with yours, one thigh hooked over your hip, and wrapped his strong arms tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
you couldn’t help the soft, astonished laugh that escaped you.
“oh my god…” you whispered, amusement evident in your tone, “i domesticated you.”
he stiffened for half a second.
“uh, no?” he mumbled against your neck, voice muffled. “i’m just… tired.”
you bit your lip to keep from laughing. he stayed completely glued to you anyway.
“i mean, i did just fuck you that good,” he continued, clearly trying to salvage some dignity even while clinging like a koala. “took a lot out of me. obviously i’m tired. that was… intense. champion-level performance, you know?”
you stroked his hair, grinning. “mhm. yeah. tired. sure.”
you could feel the heat of his blush blooming against your skin, cheeks burning where they pressed into your neck and shoulder. he let out a grumpy little huff but didn’t move a single inch.
eventually the defensive rambling trailed off. he went quiet again, all soft and warm and pliant, just breathing against you, arms still wrapped securely around your waist.
you kept running your fingers through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. the silence that settled over you both was comfortable, intimate. for once, kung lao wasn’t trying to fill it with cocky jokes or grand declarations. he was just… here, holding you, happily.
after a long moment, he pressed a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, barely a brush of lips.
“…stay,” he murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.
you smiled, tightening your arms around him. “i’m not going anywhere.”
he exhaled, long and content, and nuzzled deeper into the crook of your neck. within minutes his breathing evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep, still tangled up in you like he couldn’t bear to let go even now.
you stayed awake a little longer, just listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of the man who usually acted like the whole world was his to conquer… now curled up against you like he’d finally found somewhere safe to rest.
synopsis: your daughter is starting preschool today, and liu kang is experiencing both the proudest and most terrifying moment of his life.
genre: domestic fluff, soft girl dad liu kang <3
word count: 1.8k
september: her first day
you wake to an empty bed, the sheets on liu kang’s side already cool. a quiet smile tugs at your lips before you even open your eyes fully, because you know exactly where he is.
padding down the hallway in your slippers, you push open the door to your daughter’s room. the sight that greets you is so achingly sweet it makes your chest tighten.
liu kang is curled on his side in the too-small bed, one arm protectively draped over your four-year-old. his long dark hair is loose and spilling across the pink pillowcase, and their faces are so close their noses are nearly touching. your little girl’s tiny hand is fisted in the front of his sleep shirt like she’d been afraid he might disappear in the night. the nightlight still glows softly in the corner, casting gentle shadows.
he must have slipped in sometime after you fell asleep, probably around 3 a.m. when the anxious father in him won out over the calm monk.
you cross the room quietly and brush a strand of hair from his face. his eyes flutter open immediately, those warm brown eyes softening the moment they find you.
“good morning, beloved,” he whispers, voice still husky with sleep. he glances down at the sleeping girl between you and smiles, small and almost shy. “she had a bad dream. i… could not leave her.”
“i know,” you murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then one to your daughter’s chubby cheek. “time to wake up, darling. big day today.”
she stirs with a little whine, burying her face in liu kang’s chest. he chuckles low and fond, rubbing her back softly. “come, little one. the world is waiting for you.”
getting her ready turns into the kind of morning that makes your heart feel too big for your body.
liu kang is meticulous. he sits on the edge of her bed with her in his lap, carefully brushing her hair until it shines, then braiding it into two perfect plaits with little ribbons that match her dress. the dress itself is a soft yellow with tiny embroidered dragons along the hem — shorts underneath, because your husband is nothing if not thorough. he helps her into brand new light-up shoes that flash with every step, and when she stomps excitedly, the delight on his face is pure.
you head downstairs to pack her bag and make lunch while they finish up. a few minutes later, little footsteps thunder down the stairs followed by liu kang’s quieter ones.
“mama!” she cries, launching herself at your legs. then she spots the lunchbox on the counter and her face falls into the most dramatic pout you’ve ever seen. “mamaaa, you didn’t cut them right…”
you blink, staring at the perfectly normal triangular sandwiches. “what do you mean, baby?”
liu kang appears in the doorway, looking mildly sheepish. he rubs the back of his hand, a tell you’ve come to adore. “she… prefers them cut into stars.”
you look from your pouting daughter to your ridiculously powerful, god-like husband who is currently avoiding eye contact. “stars.”
he nods once, already moving to take over. “i will handle it. you have done enough, my heart.”
of course he knows how to cut sandwiches into perfect little stars. of course he does.
when everything is packed — tiny backpack with her name embroidered on it, lunchbox full of star sandwiches and apple slices — he lifts her onto his hip and carries her to the car. she chatters the entire drive, swinging her legs so her light-up shoes keep flashing.
“i’m gonna make so many friends! and i’ll tell them my baba can breathe fire but he doesn’t because he’s nice. and i’ll show them how i can do cartwheels and maybe they’ll let me play with them…”
you glance over at liu in the passenger seat. he’s quiet, eyes distant as he watches the world pass by out the window, jaw just a little clenched. you reach over and rest your hand on his thigh, and he covers it with his own immediately.
when you pull up to the preschool, the parking lot is full of excited kids and emotional parents. you park, but liu kang doesn’t move right away. your daughter is still talking a mile a minute in the back seat.
you squeeze his hand. “she’s going to be okay, liu. she’s brave. just like her father.”
he exhales slowly, then turns to look at you with that soft expression he saves only for family. “i know. but she is still so small. my little flame...”
you all climb out of the car, your daughter bouncing with excitement at first, holding both your hands and skipping between you. but the moment you reach the gate, she sees the crowd of new kids and the big classroom beyond, and her steps falter.
she turns around, looking up at liu kang with wide eyes. “baba… do i have to go? maybe i can go a different day.”
liu kang’s face crumples. he crouches down immediately, taking her little hands in his much larger ones. you can already see him softening, ready to scoop her up and go home.
you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at you, eyes pleading.
“maybe she’s not ready?” he whispers. “maybe one more year?”
you roll your eyes lovingly and crouch down beside them both.
“sweetheart,” you say, brushing her cheek, “you are so ready for this. you can do scary things. you can do hard things. and we will be right here waiting the second you’re done. baba and i are so proud of you already.”
liu kang watches you, then nods slowly, drawing strength from your words. he presses a kiss to her forehead. “your mother is right. you carry fire in your heart. now go, show them how brightly you shine.”
inside the classroom, the noise and colors are overwhelming but cheerful. while you speak with the teacher, liu kang spots a colorful picture book with a friendly dragon on the cover. he immediately guides your daughter over to it, kneeling beside her as she flips through the pages, momentarily distracted and smiling again.
when it’s finally time to leave, she turns those big puppy eyes on him, the very eyes she inherited from him. “baba, don’t go…”
liu kang looks like his heart is physically breaking. you have to slip your arm through his and start guiding him toward the door.
“don’t look back,” you whisper firmly, though your own eyes are misty.
he makes it all the way to the car before the dam breaks. the second the doors close, liu kang buries his face in his hands and cries, shaky little sobs that shake his broad shoulders. you lean over the console and pull him into your arms, stroking his hair as he clings to you.
“i know,” you murmur against his temple. “she’s going to be okay. she’s ready.”
about thirty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification from the preschool app. liu kang literally jumps, fumbling to open it with shaking hands.
it’s a photo: your daughter sitting happily at a little table, laughing with two other girls as they play with blocks. she looks completely settled, bright-eyed and joyful.
you beam. “look at her! she’s making friends already! she’s doing it, liu!”
he stares at the picture for a long moment, a small smile tugging at his lips… before his expression turns a little sulky. he leans back in the seat with a soft huff.
“she has already forgotten about us,” he mumbles, eyes fixed on the photo like it personally betrayed him. “she does not need me anymore.”
you can’t help but laugh, cupping his face and kissing the pout from his lips. “oh liu, my sweet, dramatic husband. she loves you more than anything. this is just the beginning. she’ll come running to you tonight with a million stories.”
he sighs, but the sulk softens as he leans into your touch, resting his forehead against yours. “i miss her.”
“i know. me too.”
by the time pickup comes, liu kang is physically shaking with anticipation.
the classroom door opens and there she is, her tiny backpack strapped to her shoulders and a slightly crumpled piece of artwork clutched proudly in one hand. but the moment her eyes land on liu kang, everything drops — backpack, paper, all of it. she lets out a delighted shriek and runs full speed, arms wide open, straight into her baba’s arms. liu kang catches her instantly, scooping her up and crushing her to his chest like she’d been gone for three years instead of three hours.
“my little flame,” he murmurs, voice thick and trembling with relief as he breathes in her scent. “i missed you so much.”
you smile at the sight of them, then slip inside to speak with the teacher.
“i have to tell you,” you say with a soft laugh, “liu really appreciated that update photo you sent earlier. i think it kept him from falling apart completely.”
the teacher chuckles warmly. “that’s adorable. honestly, she talked about almost nothing except her baba. how he cuts her sandwiches into stars, how he braids her hair, how he’s the strongest and kindest person in the world… it was very sweet.”
your heart feels too big for your chest. you turn to gather the discarded backpack and artwork from the floor. unfolding the paper, you see it’s a colorful “all about me” template — little boxes for name, age, favorite food, color, animal, and so on. but what catches your eye is the last box: what means the most to me.
on top of your daughter’s enthusiastic squiggles and dots, the teacher had neatly labeled it: my baba.
you stare at it, throat tightening, heart threatening to leap out of your chest. the love in those messy lines, the certainty of it… you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly lucky in this moment. lucky to have this man, this sweet, devoted, beautiful man, as the father of your child.
the teacher notices you staring and smiles gently. “she was very certain.”
you blink back happy tears and fold the paper carefully, stepping back outside.
liu kang is still holding your daughter, listening with rapt attention as she babbles about her day, every little detail spilling out between giggles. you walk over and hold up the artwork.
“look what she made, liu.”
your daughter immediately points at the squiggly box with pride.
“that’s you, baba!” she announces, poking the paper. “my favorite thing.”
liu kang’s breath catches. he stares at the drawing, then at her, eyes glistening. for a moment you think he might cry again, relief washing over the earlier fear that she’d already outgrown him, that she didn’t need her baba anymore. instead, she had been thinking of him the whole time.
he presses his face into her hair, voice rough with emotion. “thank you, little one… that means everything to me.”
her first day has been emotional for everyone.
but especially for liu kang, who loves her so deeply it undoes him in the most beautiful ways.
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I was wondering if you could make a Kung Lao and Liu Kang (from the second movie) x reader? I want it to just like in the scene where they first saw Kung Lao as a revenant and then the rest is up to you (it could be smut, fluff, or angst)
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hiii i just posted a revenant!lao x reader! it’s not exactly what you wanted since liu isn’t in it but i hope you enjoy it 🥺
