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Hiii!! This is my first time every requesting anything so I hope this is an alr idea cuz I've been thinking abt this lately
Kung Lao who likes being called a good boy, calling reader mommy and being submissive, especially in the bedroom, like he's into being told that he's been a bad boy and that bad boys don't get rewarded only good boys do, so he does everything to prove that he's a good boy
Thia idea has been in my head for a few days now lol
Earn Your Reward
anonnieeeee im sorry i took so loooong 😭😭😭this is an absolutely BEAUTIFUL ask, i am a bit weak for sub kung lao ngl 😔✊🏼
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut, dry humping, mommy kink, degradation (eh), praise kink, kung lao himself
A/N: fruit salad, yumi yumi
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Kung Lao groaned, the breath leaving his lungs for a moment as he was slammed to the ground.
You had been training with him for most of the day, correcting his forms, teaching him small modifications to certain moves, and working to improve his defense overall.
And you were kicking his ass while doing it.
A small amused smile curled on your lips as frustration slowly took over his features.
He grumbled under his breath as he accepted your hand and let you pull him back to his feet, pouting slightly while dusting himself off.
“You good there?” you giggled softly, watching as he straightened himself up once again.
“I don’t get it,” he whined. “You’re so tiny and I’m so big. How can you even pick me up? I weigh like five of you.”
You laughed at that and shrugged. “Dunno. I guess I just have super strength.”
Kung Lao eyed you for a moment. “Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past you.”
You grinned and slipped back into your starting stance.
“I must say… you are improving. Good job.”
Kung Lao stumbled slightly at your words but quickly composed himself, straightening up and readying his stance again.
You began circling him again, your eyes glancing over his form.
“Better stance,” you hummed approvingly. “Seems you can listen after all,” you teased.
Kung Lao tensed slightly before scoffing. “Of course I can listen. I’m a great listener. The best.”
“Mmm,” you tilted your head. “Debatable.”
He pouted at you, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to spar again.
“That last move? That was good,” you said, giving him a quick smile, which made him straighten up.
“Yeah?”
You nodded, tapping his shoulder lightly. “Yes, really. Good job, Lao.”
He shivered at that and cleared his throat, trying to look mildly unaffected. “Well… duh.”
You lifted a brow at him. “Careful. That confidence might get you in trouble.”
“Oh yeah? What kind?” he smirked.
You hummed, returning the smirk before slipping behind him and placing him in a quick, effortless hold.
Kung Lao gasped and sputtered, quickly trying to break free, but failing miserably.
“My, my,” you mused. “Seems you haven’t learned yet. What a bad student I have.”
Kung Lao’s cheeks flushed pink as he felt a stirring in his pants.
He quickly tapped out, turning his back to you as he collected himself before facing you again, pouting once more.
“I’m not a bad student,” he huffed.
You looked at him, amused, and crossed your arms. “Is that so? Prove it to me then,” you teased.
He stepped forward eagerly, readying himself again. “And if I do?”
You smiled, sliding back into your stance as well. “Well, I suppose I can give you a reward if you beat me. That’s what good boys deserve, after all.”
A jolt of want ran up his spine. He suddenly felt desperate to prove himself—to show you that he could be good, that he was a good boy.
Just for you.
The two of you sparred a few more rounds, though you still held the upper hand. Between each round you corrected him and offered advice, slipping in the occasional praise that only made him strive harder to hear more.
“Nice recovery. I’m impressed.”
“Focus. You almost had me that time.”
“There you go, Lao. That’s better.”
“Look at you… finally keeping up with me.”
Each comment made him shiver, his body reacting more and more as the training went on.
After gods knew how long, he finally managed to pin you beneath him. You looked up at him with a knowing smile as he panted above you, a smug grin spreading across his face.
“Well done,” you teased, slightly out of breath.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, still catching his breath. “Now what’s my prize?” he asked eagerly.
“What prize?” you asked innocently.
He furrowed his brows at you, a frown taking over his features. “You said if I beat you, I’d get a reward,” he whined.
“I did,” you smiled, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “But you have yet to beat me.”
He stared down at you. “What do you mean?”
“I never tapped out, Lao,” you smirked before flipping the two of you over and pinning him beneath you, straddling his waist.
He let out a stunned gasp, his hands flying to grip your waist as you hovered above him.
“Wh—w-wait…!” he stuttered.
You chuckled, peering down at him as you placed a hand on his chest, lightly pinning him in place.
“Didn’t we go over the basics, Lao? What happened to making sure the enemy was thoroughly taken care of?” you chided, raising a brow at him.
He let out a small whimper at your tone—one that made you pause, peering down at him curiously.
Interesting.
You hadn’t exactly expected this reaction, but you also weren’t entirely surprised things had gone this way.
Thinking back on it, it actually made a lot of sense—the way he had been trying so hard to win, the way he reacted whenever you praised him.
“I—Listen… I thought… I was distracted, okay?” he huffed, refusing to meet your eyes.
You hummed lowly, still studying him as you considered the situation in front of you. You lowered your hips slightly against his, feeling him jolt beneath you as he tried to keep himself still.
Kung Lao let out a strangled noise and forced his body rigid beneath you.
You let out another low chuckle.
“Distracted? How disobedient of you,” you murmured, feigning disappointment. “And here I thought you were my good boy.”
Kung Lao gasped at that, his fingers tightening around your waist. “I… I am…”
“Hmm?”
“…I am a good boy,” he murmured shyly.
You tsked at him, fully settling down on his now straining bulge, which pulled a small whine from his lips.
“I don’t know, Lao… you haven’t been behaving these last few minutes.”
“I-I have! I will! I’ll be a good boy!” he whimpered out, jolting when you slowly dragged your hips against his, sending sparks racing up his spine. “P-please…”
“Show me,” you said softly, getting off him and taking a few steps back.
Kung Lao took a few deep breaths before slowly standing up again. His eyes were slightly glazed over, but focused and determined.
You both began sparring again, Kung Lao going harder this time.
It wasn’t long before he once again had you pinned beneath him.
You smiled sweetly up at him. “Good job, Lao.”
He shook his head. “Nuh uh… Not again…”
You chuckled and tapped his arm, surrendering completely.
When he let go, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down on top of you. He gasped and caught himself on his forearms, hovering above you.
“Wh—”
“Go on,” you cooed, rolling your hips against him. “Take your reward.”
Kung Lao whined and immediately began rutting his hips against yours desperately.
“Y-Y/n…” he whimpered.
You hushed him gently, whispering sweet praises into his ear that made him whine louder and bury his face in the crook of your neck.
He was leaking messily into his pants, his cock harder than he had ever felt it in his life. He hadn’t expected to become such a mess beneath you from something as simple as being called a good boy.
Your good boy.
The thought made something twist warmly inside his chest, leaving him desperate to keep being good for you—to prove he had truly earned this.
A high-pitched whimper escaped his lips at a particular drag of his cock against your heat, and he nipped at your neck to muffle the sound.
“Now, now,” you tutted softly, burying your fingers into his hair and loosening his ponytail. “Let me hear you, baby. Wanna hear your pretty noises.”
Kung Lao couldn’t help it—it simply slipped out.
“M-Mommy… ngh…”
You stilled for a moment at the sound of the name, making him freeze on top of you. Before he could move or apologize, you hummed and tugged gently at his locks.
“Yeah?” you teased softly. “Wanna be good for Mommy?”
He melted right back into you, nodding as he rutted even harder against you.
“Go on, baby. Doing so good for Mommy. Make yourself feel good against me,” you cooed.
His cock twitched violently, his leaking worsening as the reddened tip rubbed roughly against the damp fabric.
“I-I… please…” he whispered, his arms wrapping around you to hold you tighter as his thrusts devolved into pathetic little humps.
“Gonna cum?” you smiled.
He nodded weakly, mumbling a string of broken words and needy noises.
“Be my good baby boy and cum all over Mommy,” you ordered softly.
He gasped and shivered against you before spilling in his pants, his hips stuttering against yours as the pleasure finally peaked.
“S-so good… Mommy feels…” he mumbled through his high.
You let him work through his orgasm, rubbing his shoulders and back as he slowly settled down.
He stayed nuzzled against you, breathing heavily, his body coated in a light sheen of sweat.
“You good, baby?” you hummed.
He nodded lazily, his arms tightening around you.
“Good…” you murmured before tightening your legs around him. “Want to keep being my good baby boy?”
Kung Lao shivered at that.
It seemed training would be taking a bit longer than usual today.
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Hihihi! Do you do requests? If you do can you please do a Kung Lao x Fem! Goddess Reader? So basically Kung Lao had been falling for a Goddess that is so kind and sweet but also always so graceful…so basically Kung Lao cant stop thinking about her and wants to “Make Love” to her and she founds out and lets him Make Love to her…Also i just wanted to say thank you for your writings because i really do enjoy it after a hard day of work<3
A Mortal's Devotion
thank u so much for reading my stuff!! i'm glad it helps u decompress a bit after work, Lord knows we all need it, hope i did this fic justice
A/N: ngl, my brain went through ab 15-20 different ideas for a goddess and i went with the classic death and memory goddess—also, i struggled with how to end it so sorry if it cane out shitty 😭😭
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Kung Lao wasn’t sure when his infatuation with you began. He only knew that it had, and that it had settled into him quietly, stubbornly, refusing to leave.
He first noticed you while crossing the courtyard on his way to grab a snack.
You stood there with Liu Kang, long hair cascading down your back, your purple-black dress swaying gently with the breeze as you spoke. There was a serenity about you that felt deliberate, earned. A calm that didn’t beg for attention yet commanded it effortlessly.
Liu Kang had invited you for tea, mentioning that it had been far too long since the two of you last spent time together. You had accepted graciously, eager to leave your own realm for a while and enjoy the Fire God’s company.
Kung Lao stopped mid-step.
He stared.
Far too long.
So long, in fact, that a hand suddenly clapped down on his shoulder, jolting him out of his trance.
“I know, man,” Johnny said, shaking his head with a knowing grin. “She’s insanely hot. But if you keep staring like that, you’re gonna creep her out.”
Kung Lao swatted his hand away, scowling.
“I wasn’t staring.”
Johnny snorted. “Sure you weren’t.”
Johnny wandered off after patting Kung Lao’s shoulder once more, snickering under his breath. Even as Kung Lao continued on his way, he couldn’t help himself, his gaze drifting back toward you one last time.
His eyes widened when he realized you were already looking at him curiously, eyes soft and unbothered.
You lifted your hand and waved gently, offering him a small, warm smile. Caught off guard, Kung Lao immediately bowed his head and tipped his hat in reflexive respect before hastily shuffling off toward the dining hall, heart pounding far louder than it had any right to.
He finally met you properly during dinner.
Liu Kang had invited you to join them, wanting to share a meal and formally introduce the new champions. The hall felt quieter the moment you entered, your presence settling over the space like a hush before prayer.
“I would like to introduce you all to Lady Y/N,” Liu Kang said warmly, pride and fondness evident in his tone. “The Goddess of Death and Memory.”
Every man at the table stood at once, bowing deeply.
You laughed softly, the sound gentle and soothing, and waved your hand dismissively.
“That’s quite enough, boys,” you said kindly. “Please, just call me Y/N. Titles and formality carry far too much weight.”
A ripple of light chuckles moved through the group as they relaxed, understanding exactly what you meant.
The table gradually filled with conversation. Some spoke of current events, others compared training routines, and a few couldn’t help but cast curious glances your way, clearly working up the courage to ask questions they’d been holding back.
“Lady Y/N, I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” Kenshi said at last, inclining his head politely as he looked toward you. “But… what exactly do you do as the Goddess of Death and Memory?”
You smiled at him, gentle and reassuring, shaking your head softly.
“Not forward at all,” you replied warmly. “I care for souls who have passed on. I guide them where they need to go.” Your voice softened. “Sometimes, I simply provide comfort and company to those who are not ready to move on. I also watch over those who were forgotten.”
The table grew quieter as you spoke.
“There are… other duties as well,” you continued, your smile turning faintly bittersweet. “Roles I cannot speak of, for the sake of those involved.”
You dipped your head slightly, the weight of centuries hidden behind grace.
Kung Lao listened in silence, chest tight in a way he didn’t quite understand. Death had never sounded so gentle before.
“What about your power over memories?” Raiden asked gently.
You hummed in thought before nodding. “I can take, reveal, or manipulate memories,” you explained calmly. “Though I do not use that power lightly. In fact, I avoid it whenever possible.”
“And when would such power be necessary?” he pressed, curiosity soft but sincere.
“In dire situations,” you replied. “Ones that threaten the realms themselves.” A small chuckle slipped past your lips as you rested a finger beneath your chin. “Believe it or not, death does not always mean peace. Some souls, even after passing, can still cause great chaos.”
The mood shifted, the men becoming more attentive.
“At times,” you continued, “it is better to obscure or reshape their memories of who they once were. It only works in our favor if they do not grow too curious about the truth.”
Johnny leaned forward slightly, eyes wide. “So… you’ve actually done that before?”
You laughed softly, the sound light and teasing despite the subject matter.
“Maybe,” you said, offering him a knowing smile.
Kung Lao swallowed, suddenly very aware that the woman seated across from him held not only the dead in her care, but the past, present and future in her hands.
“Has any of them ever gotten their memories back?” Kung Lao asked quietly.
Your gaze settled on him, steady and thoughtful. For a moment, you said nothing. Then you nodded slowly, lips pursing as your eyes flicked briefly to Liu Kang—an unspoken understanding passing between you.
“It… has happened,” you answered softly. Then, firmer, more final, “Though it is taken care of.”
The subtle change in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.
A brief silence fell over the table as everyone exchanged glances, collectively understanding that this was not a subject to press further. No one asked follow-up questions. No one joked.
And just like that, you eased the moment away.
Your tone softened again, conversation slowly returning to lighter topics as dinner continued, laughter trickling back in little by little.
Yet for Kung Lao, the weight of your words lingered—proof that beneath your kindness lived something ancient, decisive, and unyielding.
A goddess, after all, even a gentle one, must sometimes be final.
Kung Lao had thought that night would be the only time he would ever see you.
He was wrong.
You began appearing at the temple more often after that, usually alongside Liu Kang.
What started as occasional visits slowly became something familiar. You found comfort within the temple walls, among its quiet courtyards and disciplined inhabitants, and they, in turn, grew used to your presence.
So did Kung Lao.
Whenever the two of you crossed paths, you talked. Nothing grand or profound at first. Just small conversations. Casual remarks. Passing comments that lingered longer than they should have.
And somewhere along the way, he started noticing more than just your beauty.
He noticed your kindness, the way you spoke gently even when discussing heavy subjects. How you lit up over mundane things, smiling as if the smallest joys were worth treasuring. Your love for food rivaled his own, and he found himself looking forward to meals just a little more when you were around.
It was the little things.
Before he realized it, he was falling.
The others noticed long before he did.
They teased him relentlessly, catching the way his expression softened whenever you entered a room. Even Raiden, normally reserved, couldn’t resist offering a few pointed remarks that left Kung Lao flustered and defensive.
You, however, noticed his attention and dismissed it easily.
Mortals fell for gods all the time. It was nothing new. Nothing worth dwelling on—he would move on eventually.
Or so you told yourself.
Your curiousity began to crack one quiet afternoon, when you and Liu Kang sat together for tea in a secluded part of the temple, deliberately away from prying eyes. The conversation flowed easily—Earthrealm’s balance, the flow of souls, whether any of those under your watch had caused trouble since passing.
Then, naturally, the topic shifted.
To Liu Kang’s champions.
And that was when you noticed the faint, unmistakable glint of mischief in the Fire God’s eyes.
“You know,” Liu Kang began, a teasing lilt in his voice, “Kung Lao has become quite… interested in you.”
He chuckled into his cup.
You blinked, then lifted a brow, lips curling with amusement. “I have noticed,” you replied lightly. “It would hardly be the first time a mortal has fallen for gods like us.”
Liu Kang smiled knowingly. “Perhaps. But I believe this is deeper than either of us initially thought.”
You tilted your head, intrigued. “Oh?”
“I believe he may be truy in love with you,” Liu said, openly amused.
You huffed a laugh. “Are you certain he doesn’t simply wish to sleep with me?”
Liu laughed outright, shrugging. “That as well.”
“Liu Kang,” you chided playfully, laughing with him, “What happened to discretion? Some friend you are.”
He only laughed harder, the two of you continuing your conversation well into the evening, tea long since forgotten.
Who knew that the both of you were closer to the truth than either of you realized?
Kung Lao panted softly, brows pinched in concentration as his hand worked along his length. He lay sprawled across his bed, thoughts hopelessly tangled around you.
You’d looked especially beautiful today.
The heat had been warmer than usual, and you’d chosen a shorter gown because of it, the fabric swaying around your legs with every step. Your hair had been pulled into a loose braid, soft strands framing your face. When he’d complimented you, the smile you’d given him in return had nearly undone him on the spot.
It haunted him now.
He’d spent the rest of the day replaying the image of you in his mind, twisting it into scenarios he shouldn’t have been indulging in but couldn’t stop himself from imagining.
The one tormenting him most had you straddling his hips, moving against him slowly, deliberately. That same smile on your lips as you looked down at him, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.
“G-Gods…” he whimpered, his hand tightening around the tip before dragging down slowly, breath spilling from him in broken, uneven puffs. His arm came up to rest across his face as he held the image of you above him, vivid and unrelenting.
His hips bucked into his hand as he imagined sinking into your warmth, a soft moan of your name slipping from his lips.
In his mind, you answered him.
You moaned his name in return, hands roaming over his chest, your back arching as you moved faster, head tipping back in abandon.
“Lady Y-Y/N… I’m so close,” he groaned, hips thrusting up desperately, chasing the fantasy.
“Cum for me,” you breathed, slamming down harder.
That was all it took.
Kung Lao drove his hips up a few more times before a sharp gasp tore from his throat. He cried your name, his length jerking violently in his grip as release spilled over him, leaving him shaking and breathless against the sheets.
He lay there for a moment longer, panting softly, before finally forcing himself to sit up and clean the mess he’d made. The room was quiet again by the time he finished, his thoughts still dangerously tangled around you.
A knock sounded at his door.
Kung Lao froze.
“A moment, please,” he called out, voice strained as he finished dressing.
When he opened the door, his breath caught.
You stood there.
Hands folded neatly in front of you, posture calm and composed, a small, knowing smile resting on your lips.
“Hello,” you greeted gently. “May I come in?”
His face flushed instantly, words failing him entirely. After a beat too long, he nodded stiffly and stepped aside, opening the door wider.
You entered without haste, eyes drifting calmly around the room before you settled on the edge of his bed. You hummed softly as you sat, your gaze lifting to meet his.
Kung Lao remained standing, heart racing, painfully aware of how close you were now.
“Did you know,” you began, a teasing smile curving your lips, “that most gods work very similarly?”
Kung Lao blinked, the question catching him off guard.
“I’m… sorry?”
You continued calmly, tone almost instructional. “Most gods rely on prayers to hear wishes and desires. We don’t always pay attention to them,” you said lightly, then looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, “but some prayers are… much louder than others.”
You tilted your head.
“It works especially well when someone repeats a god’s name,” you added softly.
Kung Lao went completely still.
Understanding struck him all at once.
His face flushed crimson as he turned away, suddenly very interested in the floor, fingers fidgeting uselessly at his sides.
“…Oh,” he muttered, voice barely audible.
And you simply smiled, perfectly aware of what you’d just undone.
“I… uh…” he stammered, scrambling for an excuse—any excuse at all.
You chuckled softly at his obvious struggle, then shook your head. “Kung Lao.”
His head snapped up instantly, eyes wide and attentive.
“Come here,” you purred.
His body moved before his mind could catch up. He stepped closer, stopping just in front of you, breath shallow.
“You were quite loud with your desires,” you whispered teasingly. “Won’t you tell me them?”
Kung Lao swallowed hard, his hand sliding up to rub the back of his neck.
“I… it was inappropriate,” he murmured, embarrassment coloring every word. “For me to think of you that way…”
You went still for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully.
“It was,” you agreed softly.
Before he could retreat into himself, you reached out, resting your hand against his abdomen.
“I didn’t mind.”
Your lashes fluttered up to meet his gaze.
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes snapping to your hand before lifting back to your face, stunned.
“Do you want to make love to me?” you asked gently.
Kung Lao bit his lip, fidgeting for a heartbeat before answering honestly, voice low and reverent.
“…I would love nothing more.”
You smiled at him before rising to your feet, closing the small distance between you. Kung Lao shivered at the proximity, breath hitching as he watched you slowly loosen your gown, the fabric sliding down your body to pool softly at your feet.
His breath caught as every inch of you was revealed to him.
“Aren’t you going to touch me?” you asked gently.
He trembled. “C-Can I?”
You nodded, taking his wrist and lifting his hand to rest at your waist. His fingers tightened instinctively at the contact. You guided his other hand upward, pressing his palm against your breast, a soft sigh leaving you at the warmth of his touch.
Kung Lao slowly cupped you, feeling the weight in his hand, his eyes flicking up to yours in silent request for permission once again.
You bit your lip and pressed his hand more firmly against you.
“Go on,” you murmured. “Touch me.”
Your breath hitched in pleasure as his touch grew surer, more confident, his hand kneading gently as though committing the sensation to memory.
“You feel so… soft,” he murmured, pressing closer.
The hand at your waist slid upward to join the other, both of them cupping and kneading your breast with reverent curiosity. His thumb brushed over a nipple, slow and tentative, making you twitch in his hold. He repeated the motion, lingering this time, clearly savoring the soft gasp and shiver it pulled from you.
Encouraged, he bent down and took the nipple into his mouth, rolling the sensitive peak between his lips before sucking gently.
A quiet moan slipped from you as your hand rose to the back of his neck, the other anchoring itself against his shoulder. Your body arched toward him, silently asking for more.
Kung Lao groaned softly in response. He slipped his hands beneath your thighs and lifted you with surprising ease, turning and settling back onto the bed with you straddling his lap.
He switched to your other breast, his tongue lavishing attention there before drawing it into his mouth once more.
A soft whine escaped your lips as he held you close, touch reverent and hungry all at once.
His hands roamed down your body, taking in every curve, palms settling at your rear as his fingers dug into the plush softness there. The touch drew a quiet reaction from you, your hips beginning to move against him instinctively, brushing over the growing hardness beneath you.
He groaned softly against your breast before releasing it, trailing kisses up your collarbone and along your jaw.
Pulling back just enough, he brushed his lips against yours, hesitant despite everything.
“May I?” he whispered.
“Yes,” you murmured in return.
Your lips met, and he whimpered at the taste of you—warm and grounding, like the finest tea ever brewed, earthy with a subtle sweetness that lingered.
He kissed you more deeply then, hunger bleeding through his restraint as he guided your hips against his, feeling your slick warmth smear against the fabric separating you. A quiet sound left him, caught somewhere between awe and need.
You bit his lip gently, tugging it before pulling back just enough to look at him. Your gaze traced his flushed cheeks, his half-lidded eyes heavy with desire, his lips glossy from the kiss.
“Clothes off, big boy,” you murmured.
Kung Lao moved quickly after that, tugging his shirt over his head before carefully lifting you just long enough to rid himself of his pants as well. A shaky breath left him as you settled back down atop him, heat meeting heat.
You rolled your hips slowly, grinding your slick warmth against his stiff length. A soft sigh slipped from you as you felt how thick he was, the tip dragging deliciously against your clit with every movement.
Before you could savor it further, you yelped as the world tilted.
You were flipped onto your back against the mattress, blinking up at the ceiling in brief confusion—until a warm, wet stroke dragged up your slit.
Your hand flew down to clutch at his head as your thighs snapped shut around his face.
“Kung Lao!” you cried, the protest melting into a moan as he licked another slow stripe through you.
He groaned at the taste, settling in more comfortably as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. With renewed focus, he pressed closer and began to devote himself fully to you, tongue working with earnest hunger as he ate you out.
He lapped up your slick, making sure none of it escaped his tongue before his lips closed around your clit, sucking softly.
Your hips jolted at the sensation, a broken sound leaving you as you ground down into him. His hands tightened around your thighs, holding you steady as he flattened his tongue, letting you move against it just the way you needed.
“You taste so good, my goddess,” he groaned, voice muffled as he dipped his tongue into you before dragging it back up to your clit.
Your breathing grew uneven, moans spilling freely as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. You felt his tongue press inside you again and again, the sensation drawing tight, helpless clutches from your body.
“Lao…” you whimpered, hips rolling against him. “You’re doing so well for me.”
He looked up at you then, eyes dark and intent, never slowing as he continued to lap at you. A low moan left him when more of your juices spilled against his mouth, and he drank it in eagerly, determined not to waste a single drop you made.
He closed his eyes and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, curling it deliberately against that sensitive spot. His hands held you down firmly when your hips jolted, refusing to let you pull away. He worked his tongue in quick, relentless strokes, feeling you tighten more and more around him as you squirmed beneath his mouth.
A low, filthy groan vibrated against you as he chased your release, nose grinding against your clit again and again until your back arched sharply off the bed.
“Lao—oh!” you cried, voice breaking as you tipped over the edge.
Your body trembled as he drew your clit back into his mouth, suckling softly, riding out every wave of your orgasm with you. Your grip in his hair loosened as the tension finally ebbed, leaving you pliant and breathless.
Kung Lao lapped up your release thoroughly without hesitation, making sure not a single drop went to waste.
By the time he finally pushed himself up, you were left panting beneath him, glassy-eyed as you watched his chest rise and fall. His chin glistened, slick with evidence of you, as he hovered above, just as undone as you were.
You wrapped your thighs around him and yanked him forward, watching him barely catch himself on his elbows. He looked down at you, breath uneven, grunting softly when you pulled him closer and crashed your lips into his.
You moaned at the taste of yourself on his mouth, hips rolling up instinctively against his length, the tip pressing insistently at your entrance.
Kung Lao shivered at the sensation, kissing you hungrily before shifting his hips forward, slowly enveloping himself in your warmth. A broken groan left him as he sank in, inch after thick inch filling your tight, heated walls until his forehead dropped against your shoulder.
Your eyes slid shut, jaw falling open as your back arched softly beneath him while he settled deep inside you. You couldn’t remember ever taking a mortal this thick before.
He stilled, breath sharp and unsteady.
“You’re so… tight,” he panted, struggling to collect himself. “My goddess… I don’t think I’ll last long.”
A breathless laugh slipped from you as your arms looped around him, hands anchoring at his back.
“T-That’s fine,” you murmured. “I won’t either.”
Kung Lao grit his teeth before lifting himself slightly. One hand braced against the headboard while the other gripped your hip firmly. He pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside you, then slammed forward, driving deep with a force that stole the air from your lungs.
Your body snapped into a bow, a strangled gasp tearing from your throat as your nails dug into his shoulder.
Kung Lao grunted as he drove deep inside you, moving with a near-possessive intent, as though determined to carve a place for himself within you. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoed through the room, unmistakable proof of how desperately you both wanted this.
His gaze dragged down your form, taking you in slowly. Your hair fanned beautifully beneath you, your breasts bouncing with each movement, the curve of your waist arching instinctively up to meet him. You were completely unguarded beneath him, lips parted as shameless moans spilled freely.
“Goodness, Lao…” you whimpered breathlessly. “You’re making me feel so good… I’m so close, love…”
A low sound left him as he dipped down, capturing your nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, sending a sharp gasp tearing from your throat.
Your nails dug harder into his back, red marks blooming beneath your fingers as your body seized, pleasure cresting and spilling over the edge.
Kung Lao groaned, feeling you clamp tightly around him, your muscles working him relentlessly as he fought to stay present through your release. He thrust into you a few more times, desperate and unsteady, before breaking with a strained moan. He pulled out quickly, spilling across your abdomen as his body finally gave in.
He hovered there for a moment afterward, breath ragged, eyes still dark as he watched you come down from your high—undone, glowing, and entirely his.
He laughed breathlessly as he finally relaxed above you, sitting up just enough to place his hands on your hips, thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles as your breathing steadied.
When you cracked your eyes open and raised a brow at him, he shook his head softly, still catching his breath.
“I didn’t think…” he murmured, voice quieter now. “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do this.”
You smirked, arms looping around him as you tugged him back down against you. “Just because we’re ‘greater than thou’ doesn’t mean we don’t know how to enjoy ourselves,” you teased, laughing softly.
He chuckled too, tension melting away as you drew him into a gentle, lingering kiss.
“Yeah,” he admitted against your lips, a little sheepish. “Still didn’t think it was possible. Especially with you… no offense.”
You snickered. “None taken.”
And so you stayed like that, bodies tangled in the quiet aftermath, letting the world slow around you as you recovered together, finding comfort in each other’s presence.
could u write some headcanons for kung lao with a winged!reader? (angel-like wings!) preferably sfw and nsfw… 👀
idk why but this req made me giddy LMAO this man stays stunned and in awe of any deity like person 🤭 ik u said for the reader to have angel-like wings but i just killed two birds with one stone and made em an angel 👁️👄👁️ hope u dont mind
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Angel!Reader
Warnings: praise kink, corruption kink, worship kink, marking/cum play, mentions of oral sex, mentions of masturbation,
A/N: lowkey wanted to make a fic but held myself back for another time uff uff
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SFW:
✧This man is captivated by you when he first meets you
✧Like staring in utter awe
✧You look like a literal angel
✧….Wait you ARE an angel?!?
✧It’s not until you let out your wings that he realizes you're actually an angel
✧Now his staring is even worse
✧”I’m not staring, I just… okay I am staring, sorry.”
✧He’s softer around you
✧Voice low and gentle
✧Smiling more shyly
✧Is very curious and asks questions about you
✧”So, uh… do angels usually just… hang out like this?”
✧And about heaven and what it’s like
✧Might be dumb enough to ask if the clouds taste like cotton candy
✧”Do your wings get tired? Or sore? Or… itchy?”
✧Is deathly aware of his body parts at all times
✧Does not want to touch you because the idiot thinks he’ll taint you and ruin your heavenly presence
✧That is until you look at him like he’s stupid (which he is) and tell him that nothing is going to happen
✧Shyly asks to touch your wings
✧Very gentle with them, touch almost nonexistent
✧Praises them constantly, how soft they are, their huge width, the strength in them
✧“They’re beautiful. All of you is, but— wow.”
✧Was also deathly afraid of kissing you
✧Pretty shy about it too
✧Kept touching his lips afterwards, in pure awe at how soft yours felt against his
✧“I’ve never kissed an angel before."
✧Is overall just very gentle and shy with you until you remind him it’s ok to be himself
✧Loves when you tuck a wing around him
✧Makes him feel safe and cozy in your embrace
✧Will 100% fall asleep like that
✧“So… just checking… angels can fall in love, right?”
NSFW:
✧The force is strong with this one
✧And by the force, I mean his newfound corruption kink
✧Know that it took a long time for this puppy to finally bed you
✧He spent countless nights alone, stroking his cock furiously in his fist as thoughts of tainting your innocence flashed violently through his mind
✧Just imagining your cute, angelic face twisting into such lewd expressions made him cum more times than he’d ever admit
✧“You’re ruining me on purpose, aren’t you?”
✧He nearly combusted the first time you knelt in front of him
✧Eyes wide and innocent like a doe
✧His leaking member resting against your cheek
✧Completely short-circuited the moment those soft lips took him in so deep
✧“An angel shouldn’t look this good on their knees.”
✧Wasn’t sure if you were a virgin or not
✧So he went painfully slow
✧Constantly checking in
✧Making sure you were okay
✧Making sure he wasn’t hurting you
✧Worship is strong in this one too
✧Praises you constantly
✧Whether it’s you on your knees or him doesn’t matter
✧Becomes addicted to your taste when he goes down on you
✧Swears your juices are the ambrosia the Greek gods speak of
✧Stays attached to your cunt for hours on end
✧Refuses to stop until he’s satisfied
✧“You have no idea how perfect you taste to me.”
✧And while Lao does have a huge breeding kink, a small possessive streak flares hard when he marks your skin with his cum
✧Again
✧It all ties back to that corruption kink
✧There’s something so filthy about marking such a divine being with his cum that really gets him going
✧Especially when he pulls out and cums all over your face
✧Your lashes dripping with it
✧You swiping a streak into your mouth just to taste
✧“Gods… look at you. So beautiful covered in my cum.”
✧ You’ve earned yourself a devoted follower for life after that
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Prompt: Santa, have a little mercy… and deliver the one I need, because I’ve got plans for them that definitely aren’t on the nice list.
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, breeding kink, impregnation kink, creampie, squirting, rough sex, dirty talk, kung lao is extremely committed to the mission
A/N: ugh this shit lowkey good 🤧i love playing with lao’s breeding kink
Kinkmas Masterlist
You were all sprawled out in the living room, half-watching some ridiculous holiday movie while conversation bounced lazily between everyone about travel plans, family drama, and who was hosting what. The lights on the tree glowed soft and warm, throwing gold across the walls.
You were tucked against Kung Lao’s side, legs tangled with his, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He was mid-ramble, hands gesturing even though one arm stayed snug around you.
“I’m tellin’ you,” he said, grinning, “Christmas at your family’s place is gonna be elite. Food, warmth, you stealing all the blankets—”
“I do not steal blankets,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
He snorted. “You absolutely do.”
You smiled. You liked this version of him, all relaxed and soft, talking about the future like it was a given the two of you would be sharing it.
Someone across the room asked the inevitable question.
“So. What do you guys want for Christmas?”
The question bounced around with people joking around. Someone said socks. Someone said sleep. Someone else said a new house with a shit eating grin.
Kung Lao glanced down at you, grin turning playful. “What about you?” he asked. “What’s on your list, huh?”
You shifted just slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder. Your fingers slid up his chest, slow, absentminded, a wicked thought forming in your head.
“What do I want?” you echoed softly.
He nodded. “Yeah. Santa’s listening.”
Instead of answering out loud, you shifted closer, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you leaned in. You brushed right up against his ear, your breath warm against his skin, deliberate and unhurried.
Kung Lao tilted his head toward you immediately, curiosity winning out as he waited.
“What I want for Christmas,” you began slowly, whisper sultry, “is for Santa to fill me up until I’m dripping and so full there’s no way I won’t end up knocked up.”
His body went completely still.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, the reaction instant and uncontrollable.
You leaned back like nothing had happened, settling against him again, resuming your spot in his arms as if you hadn’t just dropped the most unhinged request imaginable into his ear.
The hand on your waist tightened on instinct, fingers digging in just slightly.
“…Oh,” he said quietly.
You snickered and pulled back just enough to catch his expression. The grin was gone, replaced by a sharp, focused look that told you exactly how badly you’d just tested his self-control.
He cleared his throat and glanced around the room once, quick and careful. Then he exhaled, eyes dropping back to you, dark and intent, before giving a slow nod.
“I got you…” he murmured lowly, thumb stroking your waist once. “Follow me.”
You stood together, his hand slipping into yours like nothing had changed, like this was all perfectly innocent. He excused you both with an easy smile, guiding you down the hall with a calm that felt almost deceptive. The bedroom door closed behind you with a soft click, lock sliding into place.
Only then did you turn to face him.
You smiled, slow and mischievous, tilting your head just slightly.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be giving me my Christmas gift?” you teased. “There’s still a couple of weeks left…”
He smirked and stepped closer, hands settling at your waist, firm and grounding.
“Nah. It’s the perfect timing. We’ll find out if you got your Christmas gift by then,” he murmured lowly.
Your eyes widened just a touch at the implication, heat creeping up your neck as you bit your lip.
“You actually…?”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, barely there.
“My baby wanted me to fill her up nice and full. I’m only here to deliver what she asked of me,” he murmured against your mouth, kissing you properly and claiming your lips.
You sighed softly into his mouth, arms sliding up and locking around his neck as you leaned into the kiss, letting it turn slower, messier. His hands followed the curve of your waist, drifting down the backs of your thighs before he lifted you with ease.
You wrapped your legs around him instinctively, fingers slipping into his hair and loosening the tie. Another quiet sigh left you as he carried you to the bed and lowered you onto the sheets. When he pulled back, smiling down at you, warm and unhurried, you felt heat bloom in your cheeks. You returned the smile shyly.
He bent down again, lips tracing along your jaw and down your neck, leaving tender marks in their wake. You shifted beneath him, a soft sound slipping out before you could stop it. He smiled against your skin, continuing to kiss you like he had nowhere else to be.
His hand slid from your thigh to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath and dragging it upward as his fingers explored your bare skin. He eased the shirt over your head and tossed it aside, immediately kissing from your throat to your collarbones. His attention lingered there, slow and deliberate, leaving deep, blooming marks that stood out vividly against your skin.
He moved lower, lips brushing over the swell of your breast before closing around a nipple in a gentle pull. Your back arched at the sensation, a sharp inhale leaving you as your fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him closer. He groaned softly, tongue flicking over your peak, clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him.
“L-Lao…” you mewled, a shiver running through you as his mouth lingered.
He hummed lowly in response, drawing it out as he continued to give your nipple his full attention before switching to the other, treating it no differently. The contrast had you gasping softly, chest rising and falling beneath him.
His hands slid downward, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging them down.
“Gotta hurry up, princess,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Don’t wanna keep your friends waiting.”
You nodded, breathless, still reeling from the attention he’d given you.
“Think you can take me?” he asked, gentler now, fingers catching the edge of your underwear and pulling them down as well.
You bit your lip, a flash of shyness flickering through you at the sudden exposure. “…You’ll make sure I do,” you answered quietly.
His smile softened at that. He shed the rest of his clothes quickly, wasting no time before settling between your legs. He leaned in to kiss you once more, slow and grounding, before pulling back and taking himself in his hand, guiding the length of him through your slick folds with deliberate intent.
“Try and be quiet, princess,” he murmured, voice low as he slowly pressed himself inside you, a restrained groan slipping free despite the warning.
Your back arched at the sensation, breath catching as he filled you inch by inch. You bit down hard on your lip, fighting to keep any sound from escaping.
“Lao…” you choked softly, fingers curling into the sheets. “F-full…”
“I know, baby,” he breathed, hands sliding to your legs and lifting them up, settling them against his chest and over his shoulders. The shift in position changed everything, letting him sink deeper with deliberate intent.
A small, helpless mewl slipped past your control, your head tipping back as your mind struggled to catch up with the stretch. You focused on breathing, willing yourself to relax around him, but every tiny movement made your body react, tightening and fluttering with sensation.
Lao cursed under his breath at how tight you were, control fraying as he finally began to move. He pulled back slowly, teasingly, only to drive in deeper again, measured but unmistakably demanding.
“So tight, princess,” he panted, voice strained as he held himself just barely in check.
He thrust a few more times before glancing down at you, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.
“Need you to cover your mouth, babe,” he murmured.
Your eyes widened, understanding hitting instantly. You brought a hand up and pressed it over your mouth, bracing yourself as your body tensed in anticipation.
Lao drew in a deep breath, his entire frame tensing for half a second before he finally lost restraint. His hips snapped forward, fast and relentless, driving deep and hard, rolling into you again and again, striking that spot with brutal precision.
Your eyes rolled back as your grip tightened over your mouth, every moan smothered beneath your palm.
His hand dropped between you, thumb brushing over your clit before circling it rapidly. The sudden contact made you jolt, body twitching helplessly in his hold.
“Heard if you cum, we’ll have a better chance,” he grunted, breath rough and uneven.
You shivered, peering up at him through lidded eyes.
He caught the look and winked, hunger flashing in his gaze. “Need you to cum for me if you want me to knock you up, babe.”
Your muscles tightened around him immediately, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. Between the brutal pace, his thumb working you relentlessly, and the way he kept hitting that spot, everything inside you felt like it was spiraling out of control.
“Gods, I can feel you getting tighter,” he muttered, eyes dragging slowly over your body. “Think I can make you squirt?” His voice dropped lower, filthier. “Know I’m reaching deep into you… hitting your little spot.”
Every thrust, every word pushed you closer, and the knowledge that he wanted this, wanted you full, wanted to claim you lit something deep inside.
He growled low in his throat, pulling his hand away from your clit just long enough to adjust his position before leaning fully over you, pressing you down beneath him and locking you into a tight mating press.
You couldn’t help the way both your hands clutched at him as he shifted positions, the change pulling a strained squeal from your throat before you could stop it. He leaned down immediately, capturing your mouth in a kiss to swallow it, never slowing his pace. His grip stayed firm on your calf, keeping your legs pressed down, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
Your body twitched beneath him, trembling on the edge, everything drawn tight. You clenched around him once, twice, before you tipped over completely.
A broken moan slipped free as your breath stuttered, your body shuddering while he kept moving relentlessly, riding you through it without mercy.
“Squirt for me, baby,” he panted, the edge in his voice turning needy, almost desperate. “Need to see you lose it.”
You shook your head weakly, fighting to keep your voice down as it threatened to spill over anyway, the pressure building too fast, too sharp.
“I can’t—Lao, please,” you cried, breath hitching. “Too sensitive… please.”
He groaned softly, kissing you again, murmuring against your mouth as he caught every sound you tried to hide. “Yes, you can. I can feel it,” he whispered. “You’re right there.”
And he was right.
Your body was already responding again, muscles tightening around him harder, like it was bracing for what was coming whether you were ready or not.
He released his grip on your calf, his hand sliding down between your bodies, fingers finding you with brutal precision. His thumb drew harsh, unrelenting circles, and the sudden intensity ripped the breath from your lungs.
“No, no, no—Lao!” you chanted, your voice climbing despite yourself.
“Shit—!” he cursed, hips stuttering as the tightness nearly locked him in place. “That’s it, princess. Make a mess for me.”
“You— I—!” You broke apart mid-sentence, muscles seizing.
“Yes, yes,” he panted, breath uneven. “Squirt on me.”
Your body gave in all at once. The release tore through you, overwhelming and unstoppable, and Lao surged down, sealing his mouth over yours to muffle the sounds escaping you. Your nails dug hard into his bicep, sharp enough to pull a grunt from him, but he didn’t slow. If anything, it only grounded him further.
Your release splashed against his abdomen, heat and slick making him shudder as his thumb sped up, relentless. You jolted beneath him, trying to twist away from the sensation, moaning his name without shame.
Lao groaned softly, thrusting through it a few more times before burying himself as deep as he could manage, holding himself there as he spilled inside you.
“Gods… I hope it takes,” he breathed. “Wanna see you pregnant.”
He finally released your legs, letting them fall naturally around his hips as his hands slid up your waist. You reacted on instinct, wrapping your legs tight around him, locking him in place.
“That’s it, princess,” he sighed, rocking gently, pushing his seed deeper, careful and deliberate. “Take it all.”
And just like that, the room went quiet again, the moment settling in around you.
Guess you’ll have to wait until Christmas to see if he really delivered on your wish.
NUH UH 😭😭hell nah boo, that’s too much… but then WHY CAN I LITERALLY SEE THAT? like literally just imagine
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, tooth-rotting fluff, excessive girl dad energy, Kung Lao being aggressively soft, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, praise kink, body worship, creampies for days, someone snip his balls off
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SFW:
✧Yes, he has eight daughters
✧No, he did not plan this
✧Yes, he is thriving anyway
✧Kung Lao is the softest girl dad alive
✧Anyone who disagrees can fight me on this
✧He lowers his voice automatically when talking to them
✧Always has that stupid fond little smile like he cannot believe this is his life
✧He lets them braid his hair
✧Walks around with the most deranged hairstyles imaginable and acts like it’s a badge of honor
✧“My baby is gonna be a famous stylist”
✧He says this as he points proudly at his child who has just tied his bangs into a knot
✧Teaches them self-defense early
✧“Strength is about balance”
✧Will gently correct stances, fully aware he is raising eight tiny forces of nature
✧Have y’all ever seen Barbie in The Twelve Dancing Princesses?
✧That’s their dynamic
✧Except instead of magical mystery and musical wonder, it’s complete chaos
✧Someone is yelling
✧Several of the kids are running
✧Someone is definitely climbing something they shouldn’t
✧And Kung Lao is panicking because he can’t find his hat
✧He’s pretty sure one of them is playing with it
✧Kung Lao loves telling embarrassing stories
✧Gets ganged up on a lot
✧Loses every argument because eight against one is a rigged system
✧When nighttime comes, he’s laying down with you, exhausted but with the happiest smile on his face
✧Completely undone by how full his life is
NSFW:
✧Now now
✧Don’t get it twisted
✧We all know exactly why this man has eight daughters
✧Lao has a massive breeding kink
✧And after eight tiny menaces?
✧It’s NOT going away
✧If anything, it’s getting stronger
✧This man adores pregnancy on you
✧It turns him on to a genuinely concerning degree
✧You’ve considered putting a chastity belt on him
✧Doesn’t work
✧You’re just as nasty and bad as he is
✧You can’t get over how he feels inside you
✧He praises you constantly
✧Obsessed with your body in a way that should be studied
✧ Those wide hips?
✧Those stretch marks?
✧That soft little pouch on your belly?
✧Elder Gods have mercy
✧His dick is already dripping at the thought
✧He’s a menace too
✧Will talk you through it while you’re taking him deep
✧“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.”
✧Goes absolutely feral if he knows you’re ovulating
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Prompt: Decorating the tree turns into a whole different kind of tradition when you’re doing it with your razor-hatted, shamelessly flirty menace of a sweetheart.
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, grinding, fingering, squirting, fully clothed chaos, tree decorating goes feral, Kung Lao cannot behave, shower sex implied
A/N: I fucking love this dumbass menace
Kinkmas Masterlist
It was Christmas time, the season of joy and goodwill and, apparently, your boyfriend acting like a menace with a pulse. You were trying to decorate your tree.
Keyword: Trying.
Kung Lao, your self-proclaimed “help,” was not helping, at all.
You’d invited him over to assist you with the lights and ornaments. Instead, he’d planted himself behind you, arms crossed, gaze glued to you like you were some rare sculpture on display. Cute under different circumstances. Infuriating under the current ones.
You bent down to grab another ornament, murmuring to yourself, only to freeze when you sensed him move. A tall warmth pressed up against your back, two large hands securing themselves around your waist, tugging your hips flush to his.
You shut your eyes. Counted to three. Sighed.
Of course.
“Lao, baby. Not right now,” you said, sifting through the ornament box with exaggerated purpose.
He hummed behind you, pretending to be innocent, like it was physically impossible for him to behave.
“Don’t act surprised,” he murmured, hands sliding lower to rub the top of your ass in slow, claiming strokes. “You bend over like that, I’m legally obligated to touch.”
“You’re not legally obligated to—”
“Morally obligated,” he corrected smoothly, voice dropping, his hips pressing harder into you. “Holiday spirit and what not.”
You could feel exactly how much “spirit” he had, firm against the curve of your backside. You shook your head, grabbed an ornament, and straightened, only for him to press up against your back.
“Lao,” you warned, “I want to get this tree up.”
He pointedly ignored you, sliding a hand up your stomach and underneath your shirt until he cupped your breast. His fingers kneaded gently before rolling your nipple between them, teasing and slow.
Your breath hitched, a tiny jolt sparking through your body.
“Lao…” you said again, weaker this time.
“You sure you wanna keep decorating?” he whispered against your ear, tone low and teasing.
His other hand slid down your hip, fingertips brushing the edge of your waistband. Suddenly, the tree felt like a very distant concern.
You shivered in his hold, every slow drag of his fingers lighting your body like the string lights drooping from the half-decorated tree. Your breath hitched, your hips instinctively pressing back into him as his hands wandered without shame.
His other hand slid up your waist, cupping your remaining breast. He kneaded gently, rolling your nipple between his fingers with practiced mischief. The sensation rippled through you, pulling a soft sigh from your chest.
You bit your lip, letting your body melt back into him as if you were made to fit against him. Lao chuckled low in his throat, the vibration rumbling against your spine.
“Thought so,” he murmured, dipping his head to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
You whimpered, tilting your head to give him more room.
“Lao…”
“Mmmm?” he hummed, pretending not to notice the way your knees wobbled. His hands shifted, thumbs brushing your sensitive peaks before giving them a light, teasing tug. Your back arched at the jolt, fingers reaching up to clutch at his forearm for grounding, voice spilling out in a sweet mewl.
“You sound so pretty,” he whined softly, voice nearly needy. One hand abandoned your chest long enough to slide down your stomach, stopping at your waistband. He pushed past the fabric easily, slipping inside and dragging his fingers through your slick heat.
Your breath caught, a sharp gasp tumbling out of you.
“So wet, too, love,” he whispered like he was confessing a secret, dipping his finger inside you briefly before circling your clit in slow, devastating strokes.
Your whole body jerked, a moan spilling out before you could swallow it as he continued to tease you with lazy, indulgent strokes that left your thighs trembling.
You ground back against him, slow and deliberate, dragging yourself along his stiff length just to hear him react. The groan he let slip was raw enough to curl heat through your stomach.
“You’re… you’re teasing me,” you panted, voice thin with how hard you were trying to keep your balance.
Kung Lao only smiled into your neck, breath warm against your skin.
“I’m not,” he murmured, tone soft but smug as hell. “I’m just appreciating your body.”
His fingers pressed harder against your clit, dragging a startled cry out of you as your thighs clamped around his hand. Your knees nearly buckled, and he tightened his grip on your waist, steadying you effortlessly.
“Lao…” you moaned, the sound half-plea, half-accusation.
He snickered quietly at your desperation, then sank his fingers inside you without warning. You gasped, your whole body jolting as he immediately set a quick pace, each movement angled with purpose.
Your hands scrambled for purchase, finally bracing against his forearm as your hips tilted helplessly into his rhythm. He encouraged the motion, guiding your body back against him as support.
“That’s it,” he muttered against your ear, biting his lip when you moaned his name again and again, your voice trembling each time it fell from your mouth like a prayer you couldn’t stop repeating.
Your breath stuttered, thighs trembling as he pumped his fingers faster, each thrust sending another sharp wave skittering up your spine.
He held you through all of it, pressed against you, hard and aching, clearly enjoying every second of what he was doing to you.
“Gods, you sound like pure sin,” Lao breathed against your ear, voice low and shaken. His fingers kept working inside you, “You’re dripping all over my hand, baby… so tight around my fingers…”
You barely had time to gasp before he eased a third finger in. Your whole body jerked, a strangled sound ripping out of you as your knees simply gave up. He caught every ounce of your weight, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other kept moving inside you without losing rhythm.
Your thighs were clamped around his forearm, trembling violently.
You tipped your hips forward instinctively, grinding your clit against his palm in messy, desperate circles. The wet sounds between your bodies grew louder, proof of just how far gone you were, and Lao’s breath stuttered in your ear.
“That’s it… just like that,” he groaned, voice thick. “Use me. Gods, look at you… using my hand so nicely…”
His arm flexed around your waist, pulling you in tighter as his fingers thrust deeper, harder, each movement angled to drag more broken sounds out of you. Your breath hitched, body shuddering uncontrollably, as he praised every reaction like he couldn’t help himself.
“So good for me,” he whispered, “So perfect like this…”
Lao cruelly curled his fingers, hitting your spot with unnerving precision. The sound that tore out of you came out as a broken, choked moan as your entire body tried and failed to escape the pleasure.
Your throat tightened, panic and anticipation tangling together.
“L-Lao, wait—” you gasped, voice shaking. “T-Too much—!”
He growled, the sound low and hungry against your ear as your walls clamped down around his fingers like a vice.
“Your body is telling me otherwise,” he rasped, breath stuttering as he drove his fingers even deeper, curling them again just to feel you jolt.
Your juices coated his hand in a fresh rush, and he felt it, the trembling shift in your body that meant you were seconds away from squirting all over his hand. His jaw tightened, a harsh curse slipping out as he pushed you harder toward it, chasing the moment he knew was coming.
Your breath turned into high, soft squeals, every sound tighter than the last. Your thighs trembled violently around his arm, your hips trying to get away and grind down at the same time. The pressure inside you was building unbearably tight.
“Lao—Lao—! M-My… pants—ngh—!” you tried to warn, voice thin and frantic.
He barely held back another groan, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rutted his throbbing length against your ass again, completely gone with need.
“Forget them,” he panted, voice cracking with how close he was despite never being touched. “Focus on cumming for me… ruin them. I want you to.”
His fingers thrust harder, faster, deliberate and ruthless, every movement angled to push you past the edge. His hips bucked helplessly behind you, his breath hot and shaky against your neck, the restraint in his body stretched to its absolute limit.
He was seconds from coming untouched from the entire scene and desperate to feel you break first.
A few more thrusts—sharp, perfectly aimed—and a deliberate rub against your clit tipped you straight over the edge.
Your release hit hard.
Your whole body jolted, a choked cry tearing from your throat as your climax tore through you in a sudden, uncontrollable rush. Heat gushed out around his fingers, soaking his hand, spilling down your thighs as your body jerked helplessly in his grip. Lao let out a raw, needy moan at the sight, at the feel of you losing control because of him.
His fingers kept moving, driving you through every pulse and spasm, milking the aftershocks even as your body squirmed in his hold. Only when you started shaking in a way that told him it was too much did he finally slow, easing the pace until your breaths stopped catching on sobs.
Then he slipped his fingers out of you, dragging the motion just to feel how sensitive you were. Before you could even catch your breath, he gave your clit one last teasing stroke, watching your whole body jolt in response.
And then those same soaked fingers were at his mouth.
He sucked them in greedily, eyes half-lidded, moaning at the taste of you as though it grounded him and pushed him closer to the edge at the same time. His hips bucked against you without him meaning to, his length twitching hard against your ass, painfully close to breaking untouched.
His head fell back, throat bobbing as he swallowed around another moan, desperately trying to reel himself in while he cleaned every last bit of your release from his fingers.
The sound he made—half-starved, half-wrecked—sent heat rushing straight through you all over again.
Still trembling from your orgasm, you shifted in his arms, pressing your hips back into him in a slow, needy grind, feeling his breath hitch sharply against your neck.
“Cum for me,” you whispered, voice still shaking from your own high.
You dragged yourself against him again, slow and shaky. One more grind and you felt his entire body seize behind you, his length twitching violently in his pants. His breath stuttered, hips jerking, and then he was spilling into the fabric with a ragged sound he barely managed to swallow.
You both panted there, leaning on each other like you’d nearly blacked out.
And then you started laughing—breathless, disbelieving.
“Did we seriously just cum in our clothes like—like fucking teenagers?”
Lao let out a breathless chuckle, still trying to catch his own air.
“No,” he corrected smugly. “I came in mine. You, on the other hand… you completely destroyed yours because of me.”
You glanced down and groaned.
Your pants were absolutely wrecked—a wide, unmistakable patch of soaked fabric spreading down your inner thighs. It genuinely looked like you had an accident. You muttered something murderous under your breath and pushed yourself up onto shaky legs.
Lao steadied you immediately, hands warm and possessive on your hips.
You grabbed his wrist with a firm yank.
“Come on. We’re taking a shower.”
He blinked. “Yeah?”
“And you’re fucking me in there,” you added, already dragging him toward the hallway, your steps wobbly but determined.
Lao’s grin spread slow and wolfish as he followed without resistance.
“Tree can wait,” you muttered.
“Yes ma’am,” he quipped, sounding way too pleased, practically jogging to keep up with your furious march to the bathroom.
