pathetic
a/n: for @inienil...profligate
pairing: shao kahn x afab!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), thigh riding, fingerfucking, voyerism/exhibitionism, slight humiliation and objectification kink
you grit your teeth, sweat clinging to your forehead as you grip onto Shao Kahn's silk robe, and a little whimper leaves your throat as you grind your clit against his thigh
the throne room is silent except for your moans, and the only evidence that Shao Kahn feels remotely affected is the way his gaze is focused solely on you
he hums, leaning back slightly in his throne as he watches you pleasure yourself on his thigh, skin textured with scales and scars, and you tremble as another wave of arousal leaks from your pussy
"Shao…I don't-what if-" your eyes dart around anxiously around the room, nervous about someone showing up, especially Shang Tsung or Quan Chi
they had a penchant for appearing without any prior notice. at least, the others knocked or only came when called
Shao Kahn grunts, flexing the hard muscle of his leg against you, and you whine, hips stuttering as you momentarily stop
"let them see. then, they will know you are mine." Shao Kahn moves one of his hands from the arm rest to cusp your chin, the entirety of your face engulfed by his thick fingers
underneath the mask, you can feel him smirking at you as your heart races, red eyes glowing in the dim light of the throne room, "now, move. i want to see my favorite consort cum on my thigh."
his hand slaps at the side of your thigh before it returns to its spot on the arm rest, and you nod, readjusting yourself for a second before moving your hips again
he watches, unmoving as you whine and tuck your face away from his view, heat burning through your body as you hump against him like a dog
your shoulders shake along with your legs with the effort, and you groan as your clit grinds over a particularly rough patch on his thigh, scales rubbing directly into the sensitive nub
Shao Kahn tilts his head as you lose your breath, whines coming out high-pitched and needy as you fuck yourself along your thigh, and he hums with contentment as you cum, your body shaking with the pleasure
you let yourself fall against his body in exhaustion, and he raises a hand to squeeze your muscled shoulder before moving both of his hands to wrap around your waist and easily lifts you into his lap
"good." his chest rumbles as he flips you around so that your front faces the emptiness of the throne room, and the praise shoots through you and straight to your pussy as you clench around nothing
he glances down at the mess you've left on his thigh as he hooks your legs around his so that you are spread, and he slides his hand down your chest, giving it a rough squeeze before running it down the length of your stomach
his thick fingers ghost over your sensitive clit, and he runs his hand through your arousal, your need slick and drooling onto his expensive robe
Shao Kahn turns his fingers in the light, as if examining your work, and you squirm in discomfort, heat flushing through your face as he brings his hand back down to rub messy rough circles against your clit
"my favorite consort. my favorite guard. King Jerrod's best reduced down to this." Shao Kahn's voice rumbles, one hand slow and steady against you while the other rubs itself along your thigh, unhurried in its path
"what would he say if he saw you like this? so pathetic and needy for his enemy?" one of his fingers slowly fucks into your pussy, and you whimper as he asks the question, mouth dry as you struggle to answer
"i-i, uh," the words flounder as he slowly slides in another thick fingers into your pussy, and your hips twitch at the stretch
"hm," Shao Kahn says nothing more as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, the sound wet and obnoxious, and your back arches away from him as you pant
the sound of magic appears by the side, and you snap your eyes open, thighs attempting to shut at the sight of Shang Tsung and Quan Chi appearing in the throne room
Shao Kahn's other hand, previously lazily running along your thigh, grips onto the muscle tight, claws digging into he skin, and he growls low into your ear, "do not."
his earlier words echo in your mind, but shame still runs through your body and tears prick at the edge of your eyes as the two of them look at you fully displayed
"shall i come back at a later time?" Shang Tsung, to his credit, does not react much, and Quan Chi stands stock still at his side, glancing away from the sight
"state your business, sorcerer." Shao Kahn grinds his palm into your clit, fingers pressing into your sweet spot, and you fight the whine threatening to spill from your throat
"we have produced a successful clone of Kitana. Quan Chi and i thought you might like to see." Shang Tsung ignores you, head tilted back in arrogance, and Shao Kahn hums at the information as you tremble in his lap
his fingers have taken to fucking into your roughly, the squelch of your pussy apparent and loud in the silence, and you can't help a small whimper as you cum in Shao Kahn's hand, small tears falling from your cheeks in embarrassment
he fucks you through your orgasm as he speaks, "and you are sure she is perfect?"
"who do you think i am?" Shang Tsung quips back quickly, and you can feel Shao Kahn tense underneath you before relaxing, his free hand kneading into the muscle of your thigh
pulling his fingers from your pussy, he lazily wipes it against his robes and lifts you out of his lap and onto the adjacent throne next to his
"i will be back. do not move. we are not done." he cups your face once more, hand lingering for a moment longer than it should before leaving with Shang Tsung










