Mortal Kombat Sideblog 🖤🖋️

the corridor should have been empty. it was empty two seconds ago.

kung lao had you pressed against the cool stone wall before you could even tease him about being impatient, his hat long discarded on a nearby windowsill. his mouth was on yours; hot, hungry, and far too skilled for someone who swore he was “just saying hello.”

“missed you,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and cocky as always. one hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek while the other gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. “you have no idea what you do to me walking around in these robes all day…”

you laughed softly into the kiss, fingers threading through his hair. “we have a room, lao.”

“i know,” he growled, nipping at your bottom lip. “but i saw you and—fuck it.”

he kissed you harder, deeper, the kind of kiss that made your knees weak and your thoughts scatter. his body crowded yours, one thick thigh sliding between your legs just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. he smiled against your lips—smug, pleased, needy—and rolled his hips once, letting you feel exactly how much he wanted you.

the sound you made was barely muffled.

and that was when the universe decided to ruin everything.

a soft sound stirred at the end of the corridor, and suddenly, a monk who had definitely not been there before was walking toward you, eyes wide.

kung lao ripped away from you so fast he almost stumbled. he spun around, trying to look casual while subtly adjusting his robes.

“brother!” he called, voice a little too loud. “beautiful day for… walking. very spiritual.”

the monk blinked, bowed awkwardly, and hurried past.

the second he rounded the corner, kung lao groaned and dropped his forehead to your shoulder.

“i swear the elder gods are watching us,” he muttered. “every single time i even think about kissing you—”

you giggled, still breathless, running your hands down his chest. “maybe they’re bored.”

“they’re annoying.” he lifted his head, eyes dark with frustration and want. “i have self-control. i’m a champion. i’m disciplined.” he leaned in again, voice dropping to a whisper against your ear. “but you make me want to drag you into the nearest alcove and remind you who you belong to.”

your fingers curled into his collar. “then do it before the next divine interruption—”

too late.

another shift in the air. this time it was worse.

raiden appeared at the far end of the corridor in a flash of lightning, staff in hand, looking every bit the thunder god… until his eyes landed on the two of you. your flushed faces. kung lao’s messy hair. the way his hand was still possessively on your waist.

for one horrifying second, there was dead silence.

kung lao froze. you felt the exact moment guilt hit him, shoulders tensing as he started to pull back.

“lord raiden, i—” he began, respect and shame thick in his voice.

but then raiden’s lips twitched.

the stoic god of thunder actually snickered, covering it poorly with a cough.

“i see your training is… going well,” raiden said dryly, amusement flickering in his glowing eyes. “carry on. just… perhaps somewhere less public, my son.”

with that, he vanished in another crackle of lightning.

kung lao stared at the empty space for a beat, then buried his face in your neck with a mortified laugh.

“i’m going to die. he’s never going to forget this.”

you stroked his hair, giggling softly. “he called you his son while you had your hand halfway up my robes.”

kung lao groaned again, but the sound quickly turned into something hotter as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

“…we’re going back to our room,” he decided, voice rough. “right now. and if anyone interrupts us there, i’m throwing my hat at them.”

you laughed as he grabbed your hand and started pulling you down the corridor, his usual cocky swagger only slightly ruined by the obvious tent in his robes and the flush on his cheeks.

he was definitely a little needy.

and you wouldn’t have him any other way.