Prompt: Always keep your loved one pulled in tight… especially when the cold hits and you’ve got much better ways to stay warm.
Pairing(s): Raiden x reader
Warnings: NSFW, soft sleepy smut, morning sex, fingering, creampie, thunder boy wakes up needy
A/N: oh to live like this 😪need me some raiden lovin
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The world was still dark when you felt him.
Not the sunlight.
Not the sound of monks shuffling down the hall.
Not the loud chatter of the noisy champions talking.
No.
What pulled you from sleep was the slow drag of warm hands under the blanket, sliding up the curve of your waist like he was memorizing it in his dreams.
Raiden pressed himself closer, chest molded to your back, breath brushing the nape of your neck in soft, sleepy exhales. He wasn’t fully awake—you could tell by the way his nose nuzzled your shoulder, lazy and instinctive.
His hands were wandering on their own. One rested on your stomach, pulling you back into him with a quiet, needy hum. The other slipped low, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt before dipping underneath, exploring the heat of your skin like he needed it to survive the morning chill.
“…Mmnh… Sweetheart…” he murmured, voice rough and thick with sleep, lips ghosting over your shoulder. “S’cold… stay close…”
You didn’t even try to pretend you were still asleep. Not with how hard he was already pressing against you from behind, his hips shifting just enough to betray exactly what kind of dream he’d been having.
You let out a soft breath, body arching instinctively into his touch.
“Raiden…” you whispered, voice still hoarse from sleep.
That seemed to wake him up some.
He inhaled sharply, grip tightening on your waist. His whole body shivered—half from the cold, half from the realization that you were awake and responding to him. His lips pressed a slow, warm kiss to the side of your neck.
“…Sorry,” he whispered, though he didn’t stop touching you. “Didn’t mean to wake you… just—”
He exhaled shakily against your skin. “—you felt too warm… couldn’t help it…”
His hand slid lower, fingers brushing exactly where he wanted you most, his touch tender but undeniably hungry. The kind of touch someone gives when they want you before their mind even catches up.
Raiden buried his face in your neck, whispering against your skin, “Let me warm you… please…”
You shivered under the blankets, the early-morning cold biting everywhere except where Raiden was pressed against you. His warmth seeped into your back, into your legs, into the sleepy fog of your brain—enough that your thighs parted instinctively when his hand slipped lower, exploring you beneath the sheets like it was second nature.
“Okay…” you whispered, voice thick with sleep as you burrowed deeper into his chest for heat.
Raiden breathed out against your neck, slow and warm, his fingers nudging your underwear aside like he’d been waiting all night for this. He found your clit with a soft drag of his fingertips, gentle but knowing, and you let out a tiny, helpless moan.
“Raiden…”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice gravel-soft, still half asleep. “Just want to get you ready… stretch you a little… then I’ll give you everything you’re asking for.”
His fingers eased inside you, slow and smooth, working you open with unhurried thrusts meant to wake you gently from the inside out. The slick sound of it filled the quiet room, your hips moving lazily to meet him, still pliant and warm from sleep.
Your body responded instantly—soft, open, needy in that slow-morning way—and Raiden held you close, breathing you in as his fingers coaxed you toward consciousness and desire at the same time.
Raiden groaned softly behind you, the sound low and warm against your skin as your hips moved with his fingers.
He adjusted his hand slightly, slowing his pace just enough to keep you relaxed and pliant beneath him, coaxing your body open while he held you close.
Your breath hitched when his thumb brushed your clit again, a gentle slow circle that made your thighs tremble under the blankets.
“That’s it…” he murmured, his lips brushing your shoulder, “you’re doing so good for me…”
He curled his fingers deeper inside you, searching for the angle he knew would make your body melt.
You let out a soft, broken whimper, one hand reaching back blindly to grab at his hip, needing him closer. He guided your leg over his, opening you further without breaking the lazy, tender rhythm of his fingers.
“Love…” he whispered, voice thick with need, “you’re so warm… feel perfect like this.”
His forehead rested against the back of your neck as he breathed you in, chest rising and falling with the same slow rhythm as his hand.
You felt him pressing against you, hard and hot through his sweats, grinding instinctively into the small of your back with every pulse of pleasure you gave him.
“You’re killing me…” he whispered, almost laughing from how wrecked he already sounded. “you’re still half-asleep and you’re already… squeezing me like this…”
His fingers curled again, deliberate, gentle, impossibly tender.
“Let me take care of you first,” he murmured into your skin, voice trembling. “I want you soft for me… want you ready when I give you all of me.”
Your whole body shivered at that, walss tightening around his fingers.
“There you go… just like that…” he whispered, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Let go for me. Wake up for me…”
You whimpered, barely awake, the smallest orgasm rippling through you, like a warm wave, guided out of you by Raiden’s careful touch.
“Please…” you breathed, the word catching on a tiny whine that made his whole body tense behind you.
Raiden exhaled shakily, pulling his fingers from you with a tenderness that made your stomach flip. He shifted your body with that same gentleness, easing your back onto his chest and guiding your leg over his hip. The blankets pooled around you both as he pushed his sweats down just enough for his length to spring free, flushed and eager.
Raiden dragged himself through the slick he’d pulled from you moments earlier, coating himself slowly, like savoring the feel of you on him already. Then, with a soft groan against your skin, he pressed forward, inch by inch sinking into your warmth.
Both of you shivered at the slow stretch, the sleepy closeness, the way your bodies molded together like this was the only way mornings were meant to be spent.
His arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you in tight, his face tucking back into the crook of your neck. His breath hit your skin in trembling waves as he began to move, each thrust gentle enough to melt you but heavy enough to remind you he wanted you fully, completely.
Just the soft sound of your breathing syncing with his, your bodies warming each other beneath the blankets, every movement deliberate and reverent.
Raiden held you like the moment might shatter if he wasn’t careful, thrusting like he was worshipping every second of it.
Raiden’s breath stuttered against your throat, hips pressing deeper with a trembling control that made your whole body arch for him.
“So soft for me…” he whispered, voice barely there, “You feel… gods, you feel soft.”
Your hand slid back blindly, fingers shaking as they found his jaw. You stroked along the line of it, and he leaned into your touch like it anchored him, like it steadied the way you kept clenching around him in slow, lazy pulses.
His hand trailed up beneath your shirt, palm warm as it grazed your ribs before cupping your breast. His thumb brushed your nipple before he rolled it lightly between his fingers.
Your entire body jolted.
A hitched breath, a broken whine, your walls tightening around him so suddenly that Raiden gasped softly into your neck.
“Raiden…” you whispered, voice unsteady, the kind of fragile plea that only came from deep, blooming arousal.
“Let go…” he breathed against your skin, his thrusts deepening, more insistent, more purposeful, urging your body toward that sweet, warm edge again. “Let go for me.”
You whimpered, hips tilting desperately into him, the pressure curling tight and bright inside you.
“With me…” you begged breathlessly, feeling that thin, quivering line inside you ready to snap, clenching around him with helpless precision.
“…Hff… okay…” Raiden murmured, the sound a low, strained promise. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly close until there was no space left, only heat and breath and the steady, slow drive of his hips.
“You’re right there,” he whispered, voice trembling, “I’m right here with you…”
His hand slid down, warm and steady, finding your thigh and guiding it open just a little more. The shift was small, barely anything, but the angle it gave him had your breath catching hard in your throat.
Raiden felt the way your body reacted instantly.
The tremble.
The way your hips jerked in his hold.
The soft, broken sound you couldn’t hold back.
He'd found the spot always made you come undone in a single slow thrust.
Your body tightened around him, trembling violently through another release that washed over you before you could even warn him. Raiden’s breath stuttered against your shoulder, a soft kiss pressed into your skin like he needed you close to stay steady.
He drove into you a few more times, deep and careful, dragging your pleasure out until your legs were shaking. Then he eased back just enough for the head of his length to slip free, resting right at your entrance as he came with slow, quiet pulses—soft little groans trembling out of him as he spilled against your warmth.
“Hah… I love you…” he whispered, voice thick and breathless. He pushed back inside you, slow and gentle, burying the rest of his release deep as the last wave rolled through him.
You shivered at the warmth, your heartbeat slowly easing back down as your bodies softened in each other’s hold.
“I love you too…” you murmured, voice already fading into sleep as you nuzzled deeper into his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his breath pull you under.
Raiden held you close, blankets piled over both of you, his arms wrapped around your waist, body heat shared, heartbeat steady.
And with one last sigh against your skin, you both drifted back into the sweetest, laziest winter slumber imaginable.
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First time writing for Raiden so I hope I did well!
Summary: After defeating Titan Shang Tsung, Earthrealms Champions continue their lives and at a friendly dinner, the reader is pestered by some of their friends, Raiden being her closest, realizing this and afterwards, offering some peace and fun between them…
Warnings: N/A! Just Fluff!
Word Count: .8k
It blew my mind that just days ago, we were facing Armageddon, defeated Titan Shang Tsung and now, my friends and I surrounding a table at Madame Bo’s, eating dinner and chatting like it was just a dream.
I wouldn’t want to have it any other the way, though. Us making it out alive and unharmed was nothing short of a miracle.
The challenges we face surely didn’t change them in the slightest, being pestered by Kung Lao and Johnny as I sat between them.
They both were arrogant and flirting with me while I stared at my friend Raiden, my eyes asking him to put me out of my misery.
He could only laugh at my reactions at first, but after so much, I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.
“Why would you want to be with farmer boy here, when you have a mega star right next to you,” Johnny loved to throw those words around, making Kung Lao argue back:
“I may be a farmer boy, but I have everything a lover could ever hope to have.”
“Johnny, Kung Lao,” Raiden began to speak up, but at the same time, I rose from my seat, scoffing at them:
“All I want is damn peace and quiet. Which I’ll find in the restroom.”
That finally silenced them, staring at me as I went to the restroom, needing some silence, washing my hands and when I felt ready, I left to find Raiden in the hall.
“Are you okay, Y/N? I know they were testing your patience.”
Raiden was a great friend who didn’t pester me like the others, putting on a smile for him, making him laugh:
“Roughest test I’ve gone through yet.”
“I don’t doubt that,” He laughed, being kind as he added, “You deserve better than that.”
“Thank heavens someone understands,” I sighed, patting his cheek, “Only if there were more people like you, Raiden.”
“I guess I could say that I’m special,” He blushed, eyes darting away nervously, “Is it okay if I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I nodded curiously, reconnecting our gaze as he proposed:
“Maybe when we have some free time at the Wu Shi academy, we can do something together?”
“I’d like that, Raiden,” I smiled brightly, “Just let me know when.”
“Soon,” He smiled back, escorting me back to the table where we paid the bill and parted ways.
Only two days after, Kung Lao, Raiden, and I began training the new initiates at the academy. I was excited as they seemed to be promising.
At the end training day, we were all looking forward to our free day tomorrow. Changing into something a little more comfortable as I heard a knock on my door.
Answering, I found Raiden, a blushed smile on his face as he asked
“I’m not disturbing you, am I?”
“Never,” I assured, excitedly asking, “So, are we having our little randevu?”
“If you’re still okay with that,” He began to smile more as I stepped out and shut the door:
“Lead the way.”
He lead me to a garden that was full of cherry blossom trees, the leaves allowing some sunlight to shine across a blanket in the grass with a picnic box on top, and it put such a nice smile on my face.
“I know it’s not much-“ He began as he kneeled on the blanket, but I quickly shut down his worries:
“Raiden, It’s perfect.”
Neither one of us could stop smiling as I joined him, chatting over a wonderful lunch, chatting about the new initiates and our future goals regarding the academy, future tournaments, anything meaningful to us.
I appreciated that he took the time to do this and as he was cleaning up our lunch, I saw some cherry blossom pedals next to me in the grass, taking them to gift him.
“The cherry blossoms here are gorgeous aren’t they?” He looked back, curious as he saw me folding some, working but responding:
“Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Are you making something?” He leaned over to see, holding out my hand to show him hearts that I made from the pedals, offering:
“For you.”
Taking them delicately, his cheeks got so red, admiring them but meaning wholeheartedly:
“I’ll cherish them forever, Y/N.”
That nearly made my heart melt, continuing to show my appreciation as I leaned to kiss his cheek:
“Thank you for this. I’m more than happy to keep having more picnics.”
“As many as your heart desires,” He stared deeply into my eyes and I instantly felt this zap between us, my heart taking control of me as I softly kissed his lips.
With both our eyes closed, he started kissing me back with strong passion, leaning closer to me and accidentally mistaking the basket for the ground, making us fall back.
His looked a bit embarrassed, but I was laughing, happier than ever and as he stared at me for a moment, cherry blossoms falling onto me, he started laughing too, a pedal gracefully gliding past his eyes, titling my head over to kiss:
