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majestickitty-but-horknee · 17 days ago

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BOOMSHAKALAKA

twin tails

a/n: grrrr i want them both

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader x raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), double penetration, lots of kissing, some electrostim, a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism, not proofread

Kung Lao presses you into the sheets, the crook of your knee resting on his shoulder while one hand squeezes at the plushness of your thigh

his other hand holds onto your cheek as he kisses you, moaning into your mouth and mindlessly grinding into you, his cock a mess of his pre-cum and your wetness

you have one hand cupped over the back of his neck while the other kneads at the hard muscle of his shoulder, groaning against his soft lips everytime the head of his cock catches against your sensitive clit

he pulls back, just enough to stare at you, the way sweat beads at the edge of your hairline, how you stare at him, blinking slow as you admire him back

tucking back a piece of stray hair behind his ear, you smile up at him, a slight edge of a tease in your voice “admiring the goods?”

“admiring you.” his answer is simple, and he feels how your breath catches in your throat, the warmth that emanates from you as you avert your gaze

“...nnggh, don’t do that.” you mumble, and Kung Lao smirks at you

“i can’t admire my lover? the one who holds my heart?” he nuzzles into your neck, lips pressing against your skin, tongue tracing over the jump of your heartbeat

“you- ah!” a moan interrupts your embarrassed complaint as he pushes into you slowly, the head of his cock pushing into you and stretching you out

Kung Lao’s fingers and tongue had already had their time with you, his mussed hair evidence of your pleasure, and you can’t find it in yourself to complain any further as he slowly brings his hips flush against yours

your hands move to his shoulders, squeezing at the tensed muscle, nails digging into the tough skin as you let out pathetic moans and whimpers

no matter how many times he had fucked you before or how long he spent stretching you out, his cock always managed to stretch you to the brim, your pussy struggling to take the girth of him

Kung Lao smiles and leans forward slightly, just enough to press the top of your leg hooked over his shoulder further into your stomach, letting him fuck further into you

you hide your face in his neck, face burning with embarrassment and pleasure, trying to hide how good he feels even just inside of you

“aw, already all fucked out?” he teases you a bit, grinding his pelvis into your clit and sending a wave of pleasure up your spine

you clench around him, listening to him hiss and watching him close his eyes

“more like you--hah! ugh hnng,” you try and sound just as cocky as he was, but Kung Lao pulls out and thrusts back into you, just enough to shut you up and make your mind frazzle

he humps into you, shallow short thrusts, his cock stretching and pressing against that one sweet spot that sends another wave of wetness to ease the glide

the both of you are reduced to a mess, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths as his pelvis slaps and grinds against your clit and you clench around him tightly

it’s slow and relaxed, no rush in either of your moments, both of you stuck in a haze of pleasure, content to just sit in it and breathe in each other

“playing without me?”

the both of you part from each other’s lips and turn your gazes to the bedroom door, finding Raiden with a soft smile, his eyes glancing between your faces and then where your hips meet

“you’re a little late to the party.” Kung Lao teases Raiden, thrusting into you and grinding his pelvis into you to draw a loud whine out of you

you turn your head and scowl at Kung Lao, prepared to retaliate, but then you hear the familiar footfall of Raiden coming toward you and you look back to him

he sheds the top layer of his clothing, neatly folding it into a square, and your breath stutters in your chest at the sight of his torso covered in a slight sheen of sweat from training

Raiden sends you both a knowing smile and takes off his pants, giving you both a view of his semi-hard cock, and he crawls up onto the other side of the queen bed

“go on. give me a show.” the champion blinks at the both of you, a flush already painting his face, hunger clouding his eyes as he stares at where you and Kung Lao are connected

“as you wish,” Kung Lao focuses his attention back to you, thrusting into you, deeper this time, his pelvis slapping against your clit this time

it snaps your attention back to the monk, and you moan, one hand holding onto the back of his neck while the other holds onto his shoulder as he starts to earnestly fuck into you

he groans into your neck, teeth nipping at the soft flesh and lips sucking hickeys into the plain canvas, and the sounds of your hips slapping against each other along with the sound of your wet pussy fill the room

you whine into the air, squirming underneath Kung Lao, pleasure clouding your senses as you try and return the favor, sucking light hickeys high into his neck

groaning, he pulls away from you and settles down so that he kneels on the mattress, bringing you up with him

his calloused hands grip onto your hips, and he uses them as a handle to fuck deeper, faster, angling himself so that his cock bullies that sweet spot

your hands scramble to grip onto the sheets as you tilt your head back and whine, letting the pleasure overwhelm you and cloud your senses

it’s nice, floating in the space of pleasure, letting it rock you back and forth, and you feel how Kung Lao’s thumb rubs small firm circles against your clit

“ah! ahh hng uggh Lao, Lao fuck, please,” you moan pitifully, trying to chase a high that creeps up on the edges of your body, slowly filling you

“i know, fuck, i know,” Kung Lao can barely pant out the words, feeling you clench around him and how your body tenses with an invisible coil about to snap

he can feel himself nearing the edge of the cliff, his hips starting to stutter against his own will, desperate for a release just within reach

“stop.” Raiden’s order shoot through Kung Lao’s body, and his hips thrust into you and then still, a whine forcibly leaving both of your lips

you turn your head to Raiden, small tears in your eyes, desperation coloring your face as your hips wriggle, trying to get Kung Lao to move

the champion’s hands settle right below the curve of your stomach, and his other hand reaches out to your shoulder

“sit up for me. you can do that for me, right?” Raiden slowly pushes his hand between your body and the sheets to press against your upper back, and you sit up as best you can

he pushes you the rest of the way up and settles in right behind you, your weight entirely supported by Kung Lao and Raiden, one leg still on the monk’s shoulder while the other wrapped around his hip

one of Raiden’s hand grip onto the curve of your ass tightly, squeezing at the fat and humming in delight at how it spills in between his fingers

his other hand moves in between you and Kung Lao, dippin down below until you felt his fingers delicately brush against your swollen clit

“hah agh, Raiden, please,” you try and beg as he starts rubbing slow torturous circles into the swollen bud, and you clench around Kung Lao as another wave of your wetness coats his cock

Kung Lao groans as you clench around him, his hands on the bottoms of your thighs, supporting your weight as his biceps flex with the effort

“be good for me, yeah? let me have some fun as well.” it’s all Raiden says as he continues to rub your clit, not allowing Kung Lao to move and sending pleasure crawling through you slowly, not enough to make you cum, not enough to make Kung Lao cum either

“put your knees on the bed. good, you’re so good for me.” Raiden mumbles the praises as you bring your leg around Kung Lao’s hip down to the bed to help support your weight, and you wince as Kung Lao slowly brings your other leg down from his shoulder

you can barely hold up your own weight, as you fall forward into the monk, feeling him tremble just as much as you, trying to keep in control

Raiden’s other hand explores your body, tracing the sides of your legs, the curve of your ass, and then you feel it dip to where Kung Lao’s cock is buried inside of you

his fingers press against where you’re connected to the monk, and Kung Lao hisses at the pressure, panting heavily into your neck

“ah ahh ughh, Raiden, Raiden fuck, hah, i don’t-” you squirm in place, clinging on tighter to Kung Lao who groans at the feeling of Raiden pushing his fingers into you

“you can. i know you can.” Raiden fucks his fingers into you slowly, adding in another one, and you whine, high-pitched and needy as you squeeze your eyes shut

you let him fuck his fingers into you, stretching you further than you thought possible, and the champion hums in content, “good, so good for me.”

he murmurs the praise into your skin, feeling you tremble and shake beneath him as he continues to fuck you on his fingers

Kung Lao groans at the added pressure, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking hickeys into your skin, and his hips instinctively thrust up, searching for an orgasm

Raiden tsks slightly, clicking his tongue against his teeth, but he doesn’t make a comment, continuing to simply watch as you whimper

his fingers slip out of you, and a whine leaves your body, suddenly feeling too empty without him inside, “Raiden, please, please, need you.”

“patience,” it’s the only thing he says as he notches the head of his cock next to Kung Lao’s, one hand on your hip to steady you

slowly, he pushes it, and you gasp, feeling like the air has been sucked out of you, pain and pleasure blooming behind your eyelids as tears slip down your cheeks

Kung Lao kisses them away, murmuring quiet praises to you as Raiden pushed further in, and you whine and clench down, too full and stretched to take anymore

“you can take it. you’re doing so well, just a little more,” Raiden’s grip on your hips tighten, and you gasp and tremble, feeling as though it may never end

while Kung Lao might’ve been thick, Raiden was long, the head of his cock bullying parts inside you that made had you seeing stars

after what feels like an eternity, his hips finally meet flush with yours, and he murmurs soothing words into your neck, his other hand trailing down your stomach to rub your clit

you whine and shake, mind confused and blurred between pain and pleasure, “Raiden, Lao, ah aghh,” your lips can barely form words as you pant, your forehead resting against Kung Lao’s shoulder now

“you’re doing so well for us, breathe, you’re doing good,” Raiden’s voice is calm, only the slight shake at the end of his voice gives away how he feels

his hands press against your hips as he tries to control himself from fucking into you, his breath hot against the back of your neck, and he glances up to Kung Lao

the monk gives a slight nod and gives a small experimental thrust into you, feeling the vibration of your moan against his skin, and he gives a slight laugh

“all fucked out again, huh?” Kung Lao teases you, but his cheeks are flushed and beaded with sweat, eyes focused on how you tremble in his arms and listening to your moans against his skin

Raiden is no better, moving his hips in tandem with Kung Lao, groaning at how you clench around him, and small shocks of lightning course through your skin

it makes you gasp and jump, hips grinding down for more as the both of them start to fuck harder into you, one of them thrusting into you while the other pulls out

you’ve never felt so full, assaulted with pleasure on each side, and you can’t help the loud moan as Raiden reaches his hand forward and rubs your clit in small controlled circles

the pleasure rolls through you, heavy and thick, sitting on every nerve and laying on top of you like a heavy blanket

your hands grip on tighter to Kung Lao’s shoulder as you feel your orgasm roll towards you, barreling forwards like the high tide

both Kung Lao and Raiden are no better, Kung Lao sloppy and stuttering, already held near the edge for much too long

Raiden only holds onto a thin thread of self-control, gritting his teeth and focusing on your please, how you moan and whine beneath him, how every time a small shock of electricity runs through you, you jump and clench around their cocks

he groans as you roll your hips downward, trying to get them to fuck deeper into you somehow, desperate for the both of them

“please please, hahh aghh aahh--please,” you’re so close, tilting over the edge, ready to fall over, spots appearing in the back of your vision

you dig your nails into Kung Lao’s shoulder, Raiden’s fingers against your clit quicken, rubbing it tight fast circles, needing to feel you cum around him, to feel your pleasure with him and Kung Lao

no sound escapes from you as you cum, jaw hanging open in a silent moan as you let the pleasure overwhelm you, sinking into every fiber of your being

Kung Lao groans, thrusting up into you and cumming inside of you, his hands on your hips in a bruising grip as he struggles to keep calm

Raiden gives you a few more sloppy thrusts, the last threads of his self-control disappearing as he presses his lips against your skin and cums inside of you as well

none of you move, letting your breathing calm down and the cool air of the room chill your heated skin

your limbs feel heavy, and you can barely think, the haze of your orgasm still washed over you

Kung Lao pulls out first, nuzzling his face into your neck one last time, completely exhausted, and he lays down on the bed, eyes closing as soon as his head hits the pillow

Raiden holds you for a bit longer, lips tracing the back of your neck, kissing light hickeys into your skin and murmuring praises into your skin

you can’t really hear him, mind fuzzy and full, but you reach back to hold onto his hand, and he smile into your skin

“c’mon let’s get cleaned up,” Raiden slowly slides out of you, and you wince at the feeling, ready to fall onto the sheets the same as Kung Lao

the champion only chuckles and settles you down onto the sheets next to Kung Lao, and the monk reaches out for you instinctually, warm arms cradling you into his chest

it’s comforting, the weight of him around you, and you can feel yourself dozing off, barely able to feel the brush of a damp rag brushing against you

Kung Lao slightly shifts as well when Raiden cleans him up, and you sigh in content as you feel the champion press up against you from behind

both of them surround you, safe and comfortable, and you doze off with the both of them

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 17 days ago

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LKBS & Pegging

Do I have writers block? Yes. Will I ever have writers block when it comes to this topic? No. A lil headcanon post with a drabble at the end for each of them. OBVIOUSLY MDNI

Now this post isn't a "do they like pegging?" thing. It's a "scenarios I see happening / how they go about it" type of post

Now that that's out the way

Bi-Han has a hard time letting go of control. Even as a sub, he wants to have some sense of control. When it comes to pegging, I think his "sense of control" would be picking out the dildo you use

Which, honestly, seems fair. Some people aren't into that "surprise me" shit

A scenario I can see happening is him being stressed tf out... Which is almost everyday-

This particular day though, he needs that shit fucked out of him. And I don't see him beating around the bush. He's very straightforward and tells you he needs you to fuck him

He wants his brain turned into mush. So much so, he picks a dildo he's never asked you to use because of how large it is

Wanted to go no lube but you had to step in at that point

Idk, I just feel like he has a pain kink

Definitely wants to ride you because it lets him set the pace. Now could he have just masturbated? Yes. But he didn't want to. He still wants your presence there, but he wants to steer the ship this time

He looks hot while doing it, so why not let him?

Bi-Han swore he only needed one thing from you today; for you to lay there and look pretty while he rode you.

You certainly wouldn't deny him. Not when he looked so good fucking himself on a cock he hadn't dared to touch before today. His face scrunched with each inch he took, even grabbing your hand for support. By the time he started rocking his hips back and forth, he still hadn't taken it all.

His fingers remained intertwined with yours as he bounced on the inches he managed to take, heavy breathing and curses slipping past his pretty lips. "Fucking- oh fuck!" his hair brushed against his shoulders with every move he made, which only added to his beauty in your eyes, "just what I needed. Ah-! I wanna take it all.

Your hands moved down from fondling his breasts, to holding his hips firmly. If he wanted something, you'd have no problem with giving it to him. He always loved when you pushed him anyway.

You slammed him down on the rest of your length, causing a scream to leave him and for white ropes to shoot from his cock, staining the both of you. "Again... " he managed to get out while catching his breath, "again. Do it again"

What right did you have to deny him?

If I remember correctly, I think on my "If Kuai Liang Was A Sub" I said he'd be into free use. That and somnophilia

If I didn't, I'm saying it now

I cannot stress this enough, this is consensual and requires discussions beforehand. Do not just randomly try this

Now that that's out the way

Kuai Liang and you came to the agreement that you'd know whether or not he was okay with it for that night based on what he's wearing. If he's wearing boxers, then it's a no, however if he's wearing black boxers, then it's okay. If he's wearing nothing at all, then he better be woken up to you fucking him

That's usually reserved for when you haven't had time to spend with each other

This just so happened to be one of those nights

Now Kuai Liang isn't against rough sex, but I feel like he also enjoys slow and romantic sex

No rushing required. Just you inside him, kissing, hands all over each other, basking in each other's warmth

He's definitely down with "fuck me until I can't walk" type of sex, but sometimes he wants to put that off

Also he definitely loves eye contact while he's getting pegged. He wants you to see how good you make him feel

Praising from both you and him

It's weirdly cute sex

Bi-Han needs to hurry and kill Harumi so I can steal her man

I'M JOKING

With lips attached and hands roaming each other's bodies, relief was the best word to describe how you both felt. After a long day spent mostly away from each other, a night of passion was exactly what you both needed.

You cupped his face, tongue gliding along his own, slowly fucking in and out of him. "I was so glad to find you like this" you admit, lips leaving his so you could leave soft kisses along his jaw. "You're all I could think about today. I missed you"

"I missed you too". You knew he did, but hearing it out loud still made butterflies flutter inside you. Was that silly? Feeling butterflies when being told you were missed, as if you weren't fucking him? Maybe. Who cared? He lifted his hips up, meeting each of your thrusts, "you should see how you look from my view. You're stunning"

"I'm stunning?" You questioned, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "You're the one taking me so well, and yet I'm stunning?

"Yeah"

You rolled your eyes. Corny as always, but you weren't against it. "You're an idiot"

"That's okay" he said, before pulling your face down, allowing him to pepper kisses all over your face despite your protests.

Yeah, he was a huge idiot.

Good thing it didn't bother you.

Now, it's basically tradition on this blog for me to make this man a secret whore

I have no plans on stopping anytime soon

On the bed, the floor, the counter, the shower, the couch, a chair-

BEND THAT ASS OVER! LET THAT BUSSY BREATHE

Okay, let me stop

I feel like it really is as simple as "I'm a grown ass man and I'm horny" with him

Sometimes ppl just wanna be slut out

Y'all, we get hardly any content of him. I'm grasping at straws, and you should allow this

I said he has a humiliation and degradation kink in my "If Tomas Was A Sub" post, and that can go well with pegging imo

He's getting his back blown out by the same person that's calling him all types of disrespectful names. It gets him going. Idk

Oop, bitch, I had an idea while typing

You and Tomas had a thing going on before all the betrayal shit happened. Now, that should've ended when you stuck by Bi-Han, and he by Kuai Liang but uhhhhh

As long as y'all aren't telling each other clan secrets, who is it hurting?

He's not sure when he'll see you again, so when he's getting pegged, it's filthy. Gotta make up for how much time you'll be apart

Sucking off the dildo, cum as lube, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, dirty talk, the list goes on and on

You both knew this was wrong, but why did something so wrong feel so good? If fucking Tomas was such a forbidden thing, then he shouldn't look so good while taking cock. Simple as that.

You had shoved your fingers in his mouth, muffling his moans and letting him taste his previous orgasm. An act that would disgust some, but not Tomas, who loved any and every act that made him feel as shameful as possible. You watched him through the mirror as he sucked on your fingers, one of his hands tweaking his nipple, before squeezing his breast. His hard cock swung with each hard thrust, precum leaking from his tip.

"It's a good thing I'm fucking you, and not the other way around. You don't even know how to use your cock" your fingers left his mouth, trailing spit down his body until your hand wrapped around him. "Such a nice cock given to someone who can't do shit with it"

Of course, Tomas knew you didn't mean it. He had fucked too many orgasms out of you to actually believe the harsh words you said. They still had an effect on him though, making his impending orgasm build and a whine come out. "Don't stop! Please!

"You think I plan on stopping anytime soon?" You scoffed, "not a chance. Need you to keep cumming until your balls are completely empty. And you're gonna enjoy every second of it, aren't you?" your tongue slid up his neck, the new feeling making his eyes roll back. "Tell me how much my little whore loves being fucked"

"I lo- hngh! Oh! Faster!". You landed a slap on his ass, his skin reddening immediately.

"Didn't I ask you to do something?

"Sorry! Shit!" he reached behind him, keeping your face near his neck, needing to feel you suck and bite at him. "I love being fucked by you!" he said in between whines, "feels so fucking good! Love being your little bitch and taking your dick when you want me to! I- ah! I'm so close! Please!".

There was no need to keep begging you.

You had no plans on stopping anyway.

Bi-Han and Tomas listening to Slut Me Out, meanwhile Kuai listening to Glue Song- I feel like I always write the least for him, BUT I SWEAR I LOVE HIM. I've been a Scorpion girly all my life, which is hard to believe based on my profile

Um, I think I'm finna delete all my requests cause when I tell y'all I got writers block for everything BUT smut, which says a lot about me as a person, but we move on. If y'all want me to do this again but with different characters and/or a different kink, feel free to send a lil request. But read my rules first cause if I see any piss, shit, or tentacle stuff, I'm shutting this bitch DOWN. And do not ask about Shao, Ermac or Quan Chi. I entertained y'all once and never again-

#now i have penis envy #:(#i want to peg beefcakes

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 18 days ago

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Truth or dare

Word count: 10.3k

Pairing: Kung Lao x F!Reader

A/N: I have done it !!! I have completed my Kung Lao fic, I hope it feeds you all well. It has a lot of dialogue but I think it’s fun, enjoy !!! <33

Summary: Living with both Raiden and Kung Lao is a lot of fun but it can be exhausting, especially since Kung Lao likes to play stupid games.

Warnings: 18+ only, lots of dialogue, smut, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, no use of y/n, I think that’s all !!!

Today you have already been to work and done your shift, but that doesn’t mean you’re free from being there, Kung Lao and Raiden love madam Bo’s and you do too but having just finished a shift here and then staying as a customer is worrisome for you. Every time you’re here on your own time you get nervous about being asked to cover for someone or work an extra hour, it’s only happened a handful of times in all your years of working here but still, the fear lingers.

“Hey, you with us?” Kung Lao snaps his fingers in front of your face.

You’ve been staring at him mindlessly, not even taking in anything he was doing or saying, “Yeah, sorry.”

Raiden asks you, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just thinking.” You give him a polite smile.

“Worrying more like,” Kung Lao amends.

“Was not,” was too.

He argues, “You were, had your worried expression on and everything.”

“Whatever,” you huff.

“Leave her alone Kung Lao,” Raiden is always taking your side when it comes to things like this.

Kung Lao rolls his eyes at the pair of you, “Always teaming up on me,” he exaggerates.

“We do not,” your eyebrows pinch at him.

He whines slightly, “You do, always making me do the dishes and chores–”

“–Maybe if you did them when you are supposed to, we would not have to tell you to do them,” Raiden interjects.

“You’re complaining because we ask you to do your fair share at home?” You clarify.

“See?? You’re teaming up on me right now,” he sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m getting sick of you,” your tone is teasing but you keep a straight face.

Kung Lao’s hand moves to his chest in faux hurt at your statement.

“Should we kick him out?” Raiden joins your teasing.

Nodding solemnly, you say, “I think we might have to.”

Kung Lao gasps, “What the hell guys?”

Both you and Raiden are giving each other very sombre looks, pretending to be so sad about the loss of Kung Lao from your household.

“Guys?” Kung Lao’s tone is worried.

You look to him with your brows raised, “Are you gonna do your chores without being asked?”

He looks away in thought, “I mean… maybe?”

You shake your head at him and direct you attention to Raiden, “Lost cause,” you sigh.

“Indeed,” Raiden nods at you in agreeance.

“Okay, I do not like this joke anymore,” Kung Lao says.

Raiden and yourself break and start laughing at him.

“I do not like when you guys do that,” Kung Lao complains in reference to yours and Raiden’s ability to immediately pick up on the others joke and play along completely seriously.

You shrug at him, “I think it’s funny.”

He scowls back at you.

“Lighten up,” Raiden pats his back.

“One of you is paying for lunch,” he’s taking advantage of the situation.

Rolling your eyes at him you say, “I will pay.”

“I will pay,” Raiden argues with you.

Kung Lao turns to him, “You never offer to pay when it’s just us.”

“Because you eat a lot, plus, she paid last time,” Raiden shakes his head at him.

“I’m fine to pay again, I don’t mind.”

“I mind,” Raiden counters.

“As long as I’m not paying, I do not mind,” Kung Lao jokes.

“We won’t make you pay; you have to keep your money for the new place you’ll be getting after we kick you out,” you jest.

Raiden chuckles at you but Kung Lao makes an unhappy face.

“Don’t pout Kung Lao, I’m just kidding,” you wonder if you took it too far.

Raiden warns, “He’s baiting you, do not feel bad for him.”

“Raiden, I could’ve convinced her to do my chores for me or something, always ruining things for me,” he whinges.

“You would think she’d have learnt by now not to feel bad for you,” Raiden languishes.

“I am right here,” you interrupt.

Living with them has taken years off your lifespan, you think.

Pointing as you say, “The day I do your chores for you is the day I die, Kung Lao.”

He lets out an over-the-top groan, throwing his head back.

“Okay, enough theatrics,” Raiden says, ending the direction of the conversation.

It’s good that he did, because Kung Lao and yourself would sit here all day going back and forth with the other. The both of you seemingly incapable of ending the bit, always bouncing off the other, increasing the drama of the situation until one of you pretends to feel hurt and the other apologises. It’s not a particularly harmful thing for either of you but the never ending back and forth between the two of you harms Raiden, in the way that he gets exhausted just watching the two of you. Quite frankly, it’s worse at home, the two of you at least try to behave out in public, or you do anyways.

You look to Raiden and give him your best begging eyes, “Please don’t kick me out.”

“Stop that!” Kung Lao points at you.

“Stop what?” You ask.

He frowns, “Stop being cute to get your way.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” you shrug, feigning innocence.

Raiden rolls his eyes at the both of you, “I think I might move out.”

“You can’t leave me alone with him!” You protest, lowering your voice as you say, “I’d accidentally get him wet after midnight and he’d eat me or something.”

Kung Lao takes in a breath, ready to say something but Raiden stops him, “Do not say whatever it is you are planning to.”

He deflates at Raiden’s words, sighing, “You never let me have any fun.”

“For good reason,” he retorts.

Raiden pays Madam Bo for lunch and you’re all heading home, filling the rest of the day with miscellaneous activities. Mostly, you stay in your room and read, invested in the current romance novel you bought the other day.

In the time that you’re reading the sun sets and the front door closing brings you back to the real world, you decide it might be time that you exit your room and see what’s happened in your absence.

As you enter the living area you only see Raiden, “Where’s Kung Lao?” You ask.

Looking up to you, he replies, “He’s got that date tonight, remember?”

You walk over to him and sit down, “I had forgotten, he met her at Madam Bo’s, didn’t he?”

He nods at you, “Yeah, last week.”

Humming, you say, “A girl who has seen Kung Lao eat and agrees to a date with him is a brave girl indeed.”

Raiden chuckles at your words.

You don’t have any feelings in particular towards Kung Lao going on a date tonight, or any night really. Predominantly because he never really dates them; he goes out and either gets lucky or comes home and complains about how something they did was annoying or weird. Last time, she didn’t like tea and he thought that was a red flag and never saw her again.

“I am bored,” you whinge.

Raiden huffs at you, amused, “What do you want to do?”

“Scrabble?”

“I do not like playing scrabble against you,” he says.

You know why he doesn’t like playing against you, but you ask anyways, “Why not?”

“You take it too seriously,” he shakes his head at you.

“Please,” you pout at him, hands clasped together.

He rolls his head, sighing, “Fine, but only if you try to be normal about it.”

“If you didn’t play stupid words this wouldn’t be an issue,” you retort.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, “You’re already starting.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll behave, promise.” You give him your most innocent smile.

“Okay, go get the board.” He speaks.

“Yes!” You get up to go get the board from your room, briefly you think of how much of a sucker he is.

When you come back, you set it up at the table, the both of you sit across from each other. The beginning of the game goes well, you’re pretty close in score for a while but as you both play against one another, you find it increasingly difficult to be normal. He always plays stupid words but the one he’s just put down makes you want to reach over and strangle him.

Your eye twitches as you say, “’Ax’ is not a valid scrabble word.”

“It is.” is all he says in response.

“No, and if it is, it is wrong because ‘ax’ should have an ‘e’ on the end of it to be a word.” You’re restraining yourself from getting upset about this but there is no way that is a scrabble word.

“Go get the scrabble dictionary if you don’t believe me,” he shrugs at you.

Squinting at him in scrutiny, you get up and go get the book.

Once you’ve sat back down in front of him, you flick through the pages to determine if it’s valid or not. When you find it, you are more than upset.

“Did you find it?” He asks, his voice already laced with victory.

Scowling at him, you say, “Yes… I still don’t think it should be a word though.”

“Why not?”

You’re a bit frantic as you explain, “It literally defines an axe with an ‘e’, it shouldn’t be allowed as ax when axe is spelled as axe and is also a valid scrabble word, you can’t have two words spelt differently with the same definition.”

He shakes his head at you, “Are you even trying to be normal about this?”

“I am putting in so much effort, be grateful.” His stupid word is stupid and outrageous.

“Fair enough, I am grateful.” He smiles at you; you’re frowning at him.

Taking a deep breath, you give him his stupid twenty-four points, since he got a stupid triple word score with his stupid two letter made up word.

It’s not long after that when Kung Lao walks in through the front door. He sees you both playing scrabble and remarks, “You guys are like two old people in a nursing home.”

You ignore his comparison, “You’re home early,” you comment, not looking at him, instead staring intently at the board.

Raiden is putting down his next word and you swear to God if it’s something ridiculous, you’re flipping the board. He’s currently 20 points ahead, and he’s only winning because of his bullshit word.

Kung Lao walks over to you both and stands behind you, watching over your shoulder. He winces at your letters because how do you currently not have a single consonant.

“She wouldn’t stop talking about her ex, it was weird,” Kung Lao explains. “Babe, I’m sorry but you have the worst letters right now.”

You turn around and slap at him, “I know that, thank you babe,” you huff out at him, you didn’t need his commentary.

“You never call me babe,” Raiden directs at Kung Lao jokingly and you chuckle at him.

You abruptly stop laughing and say to him, “Don’t make me laugh, I am so annoyed at you right now.”

“Why do you keep agreeing to play scrabble with each other? It never ends well.” Kung Lao states. “By the way, one of you spelt axe wrong,” he observes.

“See? Even Kung Lao thinks it’s wrong!” You point at Raiden accusatorily.

“I don’t think it’s wrong, that is objectively spelt wrong,” comes Kung Lao’s reply.

Raiden opens the dictionary and shoves it in his face, “It is right there, it is legal!”

“How many points did you get for it?” Kung Lao asks, squinting at the book to read it.

“Twenty-four,” you grit out.

Raiden is proud as he says, “I got a triple word score.”

You’re seething in your seat; you still haven’t gotten over it.

“Who’s winning?” He asks.

You feel like you might strain yourself, “He is, by twenty points.”

Kung Lao cringes, “Yikes.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, “Try not to flip the board.”

“I’m not going to flip the board.”

“You did that one time I played against you,” he reminds.

“Because cwm shouldn’t be a word,” you pout.

“It is though,” he shrugs at you.

“It shouldn’t be though!” You scowl at him, “Still annoyed about that.”

“And that’s why I won’t play scrabble with you anymore,” he tells you.

“You guys act like I am the crazy one, you’re the ones putting down stupid words,” you whinge.

Kung Lao places his hand on top of your head and shakes you lightly. You slap him away, “Stop it.”

He chuckles at you and moves across the room to flop onto the couch.

“Did it not go well?” Raiden asks, looking at his letters.

Kung Lao looks at him with his brows raised, “Are you deaf or something? I said before, she spoke about her ex the whole time, it was uncomfortable.”

“Ah that is right, sorry, I am distracted.” Raiden’s reply is dismissive, trying to determine his next move.

You snicker at the both of them; you find their interactions funny.

“I am sorry about your stroke of bad luck Kung Lao,” you look at him pitifully.

His eyebrows frown at you, “What do you mean?”

Raiden answers for you, “Every date you go on at the moment, you either strike out or there is something “wrong” with her.” He uses finger quotes on his use of ‘wrong’.

“That is not true,” Kung Lao protests.

“Mmmm yes, it is,” you counter.

He huffs, laying back down, “Whatever, when’s the last time either of you got any?”

You decide to make a stupid joke, “Earlier, we did it while you were gone,” you keep your voice even and steady, trying to be convincing. You lightly kick at Raiden under the table, asking him to play along.

Raiden looks to you, his face straight as he says, “Yup, was great, real hot.”

Hearing Raiden say that almost makes you lose it laughing on the spot, but you soldier on.

At what you’ve both ‘confessed’ to, Kung Lao shoots up on the couch and looks between the two of you, “Actually?!”

“Yeah, best I ever had,” you say, Raiden looks like he might injure himself across from you.

Kung Lao is in disbelief, “You guys have to be joking, there’s no way!”

You nod your head very seriously, “There is, it was the only way Raiden would play scrabble with me.”

“Mhm, yeah, that was my condition.” Raiden confirms.

“I’m about to lose my mind, what the hell?” Kung Lao’s tone seems like he’s stressing himself out. “Why would you– I mean– with Raiden???” His attention is completely on you, he looks lost and maybe a little upset? You aren’t sure.

You smile at him, your lips shaking with how much you’re trying to contain your laughter.

“She is joking,” Raiden says, ending the joke quicker than you usually would.

“Boo, why’d you tell him so soon,” you complain.

Raiden looks over to Kung Lao, “Because he looks like he’s about to pass out.”

The both of you are lightly chuckling at the whole thing, Kung Lao looks confused.

“So, you two didn’t sleep together?” He asks, pointing between the two of you.

“Not tonight,” you tease.

“WHAT?” He exclaims.

Raiden clarifies, “Not any night.”

You give Raiden a thumbs down in response, he’s ruining your fun.

“I think I just aged twenty years,” Kung Lao says, “I need to lay down,” he lays himself back down on the couch, being overdramatic as usual.

You shake your head at him, “Why would you care anyways?”

“I have rights,” is his ominous response.

Your eyebrows pull together at his odd behaviour, “You sure do, buddy.”

“Alright, play your word, I want to end this game,” Raiden says, bringing your attention back to scrabble.

Sadly, you lose to him by ten points, and you feel cheated. His stupid word is what got him the win. You object to him about it, but he ignores you, too pleased in himself with his bullshit win.

“I am never playing scrabble with you ever again,” you huff, crossing your arms and slumping back in your chair.

Kung Lao calls out to you, “You say that every time you lose to one of us.”

“And then you get bored and beg us to play against you,” Raiden finishes.

“I do not beg,” you sulk.

Raiden reminds you, “You did earlier, said you’d behave and everything.”

“What? Every time she asks me, I get threatened, not begged.” Kung Lao complains from over on the couch.

You shrug at him, “You aren’t as much of a sucker as Raiden.”

“I’ll remember that you have just said that,” Raiden says.

Smiling sweetly at him you reply, “I’m sorry.”

He smiles at you faintly, immediately forgiving you, “It’s fine.”

“You are a sucker,” Kung Lao directs at Raiden.

You laugh at the both of them, “Alright, I’m going to bed, good night.” You get up from your seat and start walking down the hall to your room.

“Wait,” Kung Lao calls to you, making you stop where you’re standing.

You wait for him to continue, he lifts his forearm off his eyes to look at you, “Are you working tomorrow?”

“Yeah, in the evening though,” you inform him.

“Alright, good night,” he says.

“Good night,” Raiden says as well.

You hum to the both of them and wander off to bed for the evening.

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The next day when you wake up, they are both gone, already having started their days while you slept. There isn’t much you feel like you can do currently, feeling stuck in waiting mode for your shift at work. It isn’t for another handful of hours that you have to get ready, but you don’t feel like you can do anything in the meantime. So, instead of going out, you stay home and read some more, do some odd cleaning, and get upset remembering how you lost at scrabble last night.

They both probably won’t play against you for a couple months now since you got pretty close to flipping the board last night. It doesn’t matter though, when they won’t play you, Madam Bo does, and she at least uses real words. She’s the one who taught you to play, and she doesn’t appreciate their stupid words either, so it’s always nice to play with her. Preferable even.

As you watch the sun hang low in the sky you think it’s about time to get ready for work, you consider taking the scrabble board with you but ultimately decide against it. Staying late to play scrabble isn’t something you want to do tonight, maybe if you had a day shift instead. Next time, you think.

As you walk into work you take note that it is busy-ish, busier than usual, it’s the end of the week and people are hungry, coming here to treat themselves instead of cooking at home. Which is good… just means there is more for you to do.

It’s towards the tail end of your shift when Raiden and Kung Lao walk in, sitting in their usual spot. You realise now, Kung Lao asked you last night when you were working so they could come in during your shift. They usually walk back with you if they’re in the area but if you’re working a later shift one or both of them will come in towards your finishing time so they can walk you home.

It’s sweet that they do, it’s also handy because sometimes the customers will relentlessly flirt with you or wait until you finish the shift and try to hook up with you afterwards. Having Kung Lao and Raiden here prevents that from happening, though, it’d be better if you being uninterested and saying no was enough.

As you make your way over to their table, you get stopped by a familiar face, he’s a regular you haven’t really interacted much with.

“Hey…” His voice gets awkward as you stop in front of him, like he wasn’t expecting you to pay attention to him. He’s kinda cute, in an awkward and shy sort of way.

“May I help you?” You ask, in customer service mode.

He scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, “Uhm yes… well not like, I don’t need help… I um… wanted to tell you how pretty you are…” He’s stumbling over his words and blushing insanely hard. It’s endearing.

You’re kind of into it, thinking back to what Kung Lao said last night you realise it has been a while since you got any action, dating and otherwise.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you to say,” you smile politely at him, okay so you’re a little rusty on the flirting front too.

He looks a little shocked at your openness to his clumsy flirting, “…Would you, like to go on a date? With me? Some day?”

You go to reply to him, but Kung Lao has walked up to you, “You know, it’s kinda rude to leave customers waiting, babe.”

“Give me a minute,” you look at him, frowning politely, trying to get him to understand that he needs to leave… right now.

“Oh, are you guys… together?” The cute stranger asks.

You say, “No.”

As Kung Lao says, “Yes.”

You look at him dubiously, confused by what he’s doing.

The man sitting at the table looks even more confused than you do, “I’m really sorry, I’m lost,” he says.

You exhale before speaking to Kung Lao, “Go sit down, I’ll be at your table shortly.”

He looks at you, gaze scrutinizing. You have no idea what’s gotten into him, this is the first time he’s interrupted you while with a customer. Normally if you need help, you handle it yourself or look to them, but you didn’t prompt his help.

He huffs slightly as he walks back over to the table, Raiden mouths ‘sorry’ at you, feeling badly for not being able to stop Kung Lao. You make a note to yourself to ask Kung Lao what he was thinking just now.

“I am so sorry, that was my roommate,” you direct your attention back to the shy man in front of you.

He looks relieved, “That’s okay… so, um… about going on a date? With me?”

“I think I’d like that,” you say.

The both of you exchange names and numbers and you say goodbye to him, needing to get back to work. Which means going over to Kung Lao and Raiden’s table.

Walking up to them, you ask, “Are you guys ready to order?” You’re using your customer service voice on them.

“Don’t be mad,” Kung Lao moans.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I’m just here to take your order,” you reply, tense smile on your face.

He turns to look at Raiden, pleading, “Do something.”

“I would like some tea,” Raiden smiles at you, trying to avoid worsening the situation.

“What kind?” You ask.

“Surprise me,” he’s being tugged on by Kung Lao but is ignoring him.

You nod and go to turn around but Kung Lao tugs on your apron, causing you to stop and look at him, “Yes?”

“I am sorry,” he mumbles, letting go of your apron.

Grabbing the top of his head and making him look at you, you tell him, “You better be, you embarrassed me.” You let go of his head, patting it once.

“I didn’t mean to…” he frowns at you, smoothing his hair back.

You hum your reply, “Mhm, I’m so sure.”

Raiden asks, “Did he ask you out?”

You nod at him, “Yeah, we exchanged numbers.”

Kung Lao makes a face of displeasure, prompting you to ask, “What is wrong now?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs at you, “Just thought he was weird.”

“He was nice,” you counter.

He immediately asks you, “Why are you even interested in him?”

You consider your answer, “He’s cute, and seems nice.”

Raiden is exasperated with the two of you, choosing to check out of the conversation. Looking away from the pair of you, suddenly finding the wall very interesting.

“People always hit on you, you never give them your number,” Kung Lao recounts.

Shrugging at him as you say, “You’re the one who’s always saying I never get out.”

“It’s not like that’s a bad thing,” he retorts.

You roll your eyes at him, this conversation is going nowhere, “Whatever, I’m done talking about this. Do you want some tea?”

He folds his arms over his chest, pouting slightly, “Yes.”

“Okay,” you chuckle a little at his response, finding his sulking cute.

Turning around you go to get their tea. They’re only buying something so that they can stay until you finish your shift, which looking at the clock, you have less than an hour left of it.

The rest of your shift goes by quickly, which you’re thankful for. You’re ready to get into bed, tomorrow is the beginning of the weekend and it’ll be the first one you have off in a while. Lately, you’ve been covering all the weekend shifts. Madam Bo is low on staff and the staff that she does have other than you, don’t want to work the weekend shifts.

Picking up the slack doesn’t bother you that much, but you have been experiencing some burn out lately, overworking yourself a little. Which Madam Bo noticed and refused to let you come in this weekend.

When you are ready to leave, Kung Lao and Raiden are waiting for you out the front.

You come up from behind them, “Thank you, for walking me back,” you tell them, grateful that they both care for you.

“You are welcome,” Raiden says, smile polite.

Kung Lao pats your head, “You attract weirdos, someone has to walk you home.” He jokes.

You’re rolling your eyes at him as you flick his hand off your head, “Not nice.”

“Sorry,” he apologises quickly, “It’s not your fault.”

You hum at him, “It’s fine.”

The three of you begin your walk home, the stars are beautiful, there’s so many of them out here. As you walk in between the two of them, you feel an overwhelming affection for them both, your hands slip into theirs; holding both of them at the same time and swinging them back and forth.

They both allow it, letting you have your moment.

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With the late finish last night and your recent exhaustion, you sleep in until later in the day. You wake up confused and lost, like you’ve lost ten years or something. Blearily, you look at the clock on your wall, it’s one in the afternoon. You think? You’re having a hard time comprehending the minute and hour hands on the clock right now.

Getting out of bed, you wander through the house, looking for one of the other two. Raiden isn’t anywhere to be found but Kung Lao is sitting in the lounge, snacking.

“You’re finally up,” he observes as you shuffle into the lounge. You feel like a corpse, “Geez, are you okay?” He asks you.

Shaking your head at him is your response, you don’t feel like talking yet.

He pats the cushion beside him for you to sit on. Which you do, shuffling forward and collapsing into it, knocking into him on your way down.

“Is it after one?” You ask him.

“If by after one you mean it’s two, then yeah,” he chuckles at you lightly, “You sure you’re good?”

“Mm fine, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You have been overworking yourself, figured you could use the extra sleep,” he shrugs at you.

You grunt at him, “I feel like I’ve been in a coma.”

“You look like it too,” he teases, putting his snack off to the side.

The expression on your face is one of displeasure at his comment, you move past it though, instead asking him, “Where’s Raiden?”

“I dunno, out doing stuff?” His response is unconcerned.

Shaking your head at him you say, “You didn’t ask him?”

“Nah,” he’s still unbothered.

You can’t tell if he’s not curious enough or if you’re too nosey. “You need to ask more questions.”

“Maybe you need to ask less,” he retorts.

You roll your eyes at him and get up, retreating back to your room, “I’m going back to my room.” You tell him, choosing to change and freshen up slightly.

“Okay,” he hums at you thoughtlessly.

He doesn’t leave you alone for long though. You’re reading on your stomach in bed when he knocks on your door, he’s only been alone for twenty minutes but he knows you’re awake now and he likes company.

“Come in,” you call to him.

He walks in and flops down on his back next to you on your bed, “I’m bored,” he complains.

“When aren’t you?”

He just groans at you in response.

You’re exasperated when you ask, “What am I meant to do about it?”

His head turns to the side to smile at you, “I am so glad you asked.”

It’s your turn to groan now, you regret asking just from the look on his face.

“I wanna play a game,” he informs you.

“What kind of game,” you ask, voice laced with your uncertainty.

His smile turns just slightly evil, “Truth or dare.”

You drop your head into your mattress between your arms, your hands are still holding your book, “Isn’t that a game for a bunch of horny teens?”

He takes your book from your hands and chucks it to the floor; you pop your head up to look at him, “Hey!” You protest, “don’t break my book about it.”

“It’s a way for us to get to know each other better,” He argues against your prior question.

You side eye him as you say, “I already know far too much about you.”

“Come on, I’m bored,” he whinges.

“Kung Lao, this is a dumb game, if you wanna know things about me, just ask.”

He rolls his eyes at you, uninterested in your suggestion, “That is boring, plus in truth or dare you have to tell the truth, it’s the law.”

“Are you going to be annoying about this if I refuse?” You ask, already knowing that he is.

“Probably,” he shrugs.

Your face drops back into the mattress, “Fine.”

He celebrates, “Nice! Okay, I’ll be nice and you can ask first.”

“Truth or dare?” You drone into the fabric of the bed, voice muffled.

“Truth,” he answers.

“Lame,” you tease, “I dunno what to ask you.”

“Anything you want, free reign,” he says, eyes looking to your ceiling.

You whine into the bed, “Too much power.”

“You are such a wuss,” he chortles at you.

“Shut up,” you think on it a bit longer, “Mmmm, oh okay! Why did you interrupt me and that guy last night?”

“Dumb question,” he criticises.

You look to him, head still flat to the mattress, “Gotta answer, your rules.”

He scowls at your roof, “Didn’t like him.”

“Why not?”

He tuts at you, “You gotta wait till the next round if you want to know,” he looks to you, both your faces are close to each other, “Truth or dare.”

“Truth,” you answer.

He hums as he thinks of a question, his gaze mischievous as he settles on what he wants to ask, “How many people have you slept with?”

“Dare,” you change your answer and lay your face back into mattress.

“You can’t do that,” he’s laughing at you.

You mumble to him, “I just did.”

“Fine, I dare you to answer my question then.”

“You are such a loser,” you protest, sighing as you answer, “One.”

“I was expecting a higher number,” he says.

“Sorry I’m not a whore like you,” you tease.

“I like being a whore, thank you very much.”

You hum to him, not interested in actually answering him, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He answers, you look to him and he’s smiling cheekily at you, premeditating that you were probably going to ask him the same question and trying to avoid it.

“This is not fun,” you whine.

He purses his lips at you, “I am having fun.”

“’Course you are.”

“Just give me the dare already,” his hand taps your shoulder blade.

You decide to play the same way he did with you, “I dare you to tell me when the last time you got laid was.” You’re hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine, perhaps make him uncomfortable but you aren’t that lucky.

“Probably… a month, maybe.” He answers with no hesitation, “I see you have lowered yourself to my level,” he laughs at you, pleased by you using his same strategy.

“I have so many regrets,” your face is still pushed into the sheets, you’re refusing to look at him.

“I miss sex,” he sighs.

“I’m not bothered.”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Not your business,” you tell him.

“You’re gonna have to answer cause that’s what I’m gonna ask you whether you pick truth or dare,” he pokes your side.

Slapping his hand you say, “I don’t know, when was my last relationship?”

“Like two years ago,” he answers for you, voice shocked.

“Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He sits up suddenly, “No wonder you don’t miss sex, you have forgotten how good it is.”

“It was never that great anyways,”

“Oh, you poor thing,” his tone is laced with pity, genuinely feeling for you, “I feel so bad for you.”

“Well stop, I’m literally fine,” you huff at him.

He rolls you onto your back and looks down at you, “Hurry up and ask me truth or dare, I have more things to ask you now.” He looks a little too excited right now.

You don’t want to know what else he wants to ask you, “I don’t think I wanna play anymore.”

“Come on! It was just getting good,” he’s staring at you very intently, it’s making you feel self-conscious.

Looking away from him and already regretting this, you ask him, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You decide to bring it back around, “Why didn’t you like the guy at Madam Bo’s?”

He scowls at your question; he seemingly doesn’t want to answer this one question.

“We could always do something else,” you try giving him an out, mostly you’re trying to give yourself an out.

He keeps eye contact with you, “No… I don’t know, I just didn’t like him or how he was looking at you.”

You feel a little warm in the face under his gaze, “What does that mean?”

He smirks at you, “Nope, my turn now, truth or dare.”

“Does it even matter what I pick at this point?”

“Nope, not really,” his eyes are alight, amused at all of this, you guess.

You give him the response he wants, “Truth.”

“Your last partner, he ever get you to finish?”

“Kind of?” you wince at your answer.

He prompts you for more information, “What does that mean?”

“I guess, technically no?” His eyes on you are piercing, he’s waiting for you to elaborate but you don’t know if you want to, “I mean, he needed… my help?”

Kung Lao’s eyes widen in understanding, “You poor woman,” he’s shaking his head pitifully at you, “Now I understand why you don’t miss it, wasn’t any different from masturbating.”

You feel beyond embarrassed now, you reach your hand up and over his mouth, “You need to stop talking.”

From under your hand, you feel his tongue lick you, “Ew! What the hell?” You sit up properly, he’s closer to you than you were expecting.

He laughs at your disgust, proud of himself.

Your eyebrows raise at him, “Can we be done with this now?”

His own eyebrows pinch in thought, “Mmm, no.”

“Kung Lao,” you whine at him, frustrated by his persistence, “If you are so bored we can play scrabble.”

“I am not playing scrabble against you anytime soon,” he shoots back, “Plus, this is way more fun.”

“For you maybe,” you mutter before collapsing back onto the mattress.

Kung Lao’s eyes trace up your body, lingering on every part of you, “Have some shame Kung Lao,” you joke.

“We could kill two birds with one stone?” He proposes.

This is already headed in a suggestive direction and being the more responsible of the two, you feel like you should shut him down.

He doesn’t let you talk though, “I miss sex and you don’t know how good it is,” his eyes are burning into yours, he’s completely serious.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you tell him honestly.

“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” he presses, “I guarantee you’ll thank me after.”

Your gaze is stern as you look at him, “This could irreparably damage our friendship.” Your choice of words leave an opening for him.

“But you are considering it,” he blinks at you, ignoring your concerns and instead focusing on the small window of opportunity you unintentionally left.

Your eyebrows pull together, he just wants to get his dick wet and you’re the one here right now, “You’re working yourself up, go have a cold shower or something.”

He chuckles, “You want to die not knowing how good I am?”

You rolls your eyes at him and his cockiness, “Your ego is taking up so much room in here, why don’t I leave you alone with it?”

His hand is bold as it rests on your thigh, “I think… you are interested in what I have to offer.”

You’re trying your best to be unaffected by him but he is cute and has such strong looking arms, his biceps are defined and muscular. The hand on your thigh is large and warm, his heated gaze is hard to avoid, it’s making you warm all over.

Being touched by him is overwhelming, you haven’t been touched by someone intimately or otherwise in a long time and it’s making your skin buzz.

“Truth or dare?” He asks suddenly, pulling his hand away and sitting cross legged beside you. His eyes are still watching you.

You groan as you pull yourself up into a sitting position in front of him, mirroring the way he is sat, “I don’t think it’s your turn to ask.”

“Well, ask then,” he replies.

You huff at him, feeling confused by his actions, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to…” you purse your lips in thought, wanting to make him uncomfortable or embarrassed like he did to you but you aren’t convinced you can.

Mindlessly, your eyes flit to his hands again, they’re resting on his knees. You can’t stop thinking about his hand on your thigh, it’s quite frankly embarrassing how touch starved you are.

One of his hands reaches out, his finger hooks under your chin and raises your eyeline back to his, he’s smirking at you, “Eyes up here, babe.” His tone is smug.

“I know,” you push his hand away.

He smiles knowingly at you, “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing, I was thinking,” you try dismissing him.

He hums at you, not convinced of your answer but letting you get away with it anyways.

“I dare you to… give me a hug.” You settle on, it’s dumb and a little self-indulgent but you haven’t been held in a long time.

Kung Lao looks dumbfounded by your dare, “If you wanted a hug you did not have to dare me for one.” His voice is amused as he speaks but his hands reach out to you and pull you into his lap so you’re straddling him.

In this position your knees rest beside his folded legs as your arms wrap around his middle, holding him to you. Kung Lao’s own large arms hold you; his embrace is firm and comforting. You think it’s a little pathetic of you to enjoy this so much but you feel very content in his hold.

“You are weird,” he hums, his chest vibrates with it.

Ignoring his comment, you enjoy the hug, he is warm and firm and you think he gives the best hugs. When you think you’ve overstayed your welcome in his arms you go to move away but he holds you to him, not letting you go.

His hands roam up and down your back in a soothing motion, “My previous offer still stands.”

He lets you pull back this time but he doesn’t allow you to leave his lap, your faces are close together and his eyes are slightly lidded as he waits for your response.

You voice your concerns, “I still don’t think that’s a good idea…”

One of his hands leaves your back and grasps the side of your face, his eyes are looking you over, lingering on your lips. His thumb traces your bottom lip lightly, his soft touch and intense gaze is making your resolve shaky.

“Tell me no, tell me that you are not interested,” his voice seems strained, laced with desire.

Your reply is hesitant, “I– it’s not about that, if this ruined our friendship… I’d never forgive myself.”

His eyes are begging you, “You can blame me then.”

Something about his borderline desperation for you is making you dizzy; his presence is surrounding you and it’s making your thoughts cloudy. The hand on your face, the other on your hip, his pleading eyes, it’s all making you want him.

Maybe hugging him was a bad idea, with how close he is now, you can’t make a well thought out decision. All you can think about is him and his soft lips and how badly you want him.

One of your own hands comes up to his face, stroking his cheek bone. Instead of replying to him, you lean in and kiss him lightly, you’re timid, unsure if this is what he really wants. He sighs against you, his mouth responds to you quickly, taking control of the kiss and holding you firmly.

His kiss is hot, and wet and it’s a lot. It’s consuming, especially when he deepens it. The way he’s kissing you makes your heart leap in your chest and the longer his lips are on yours, the more eager his kiss gets.

He has a whimper falling from you and at the sound he pulls back, the pair of you are breathless, his expression is cocky when he looks at you. The look on your face is apparently delightful to him, both his hands hold your face as he looks at you.

“You have such a pretty look on your face right now,” he purrs at you.

His words make you buzz, you’re throbbing for him and it’s annoying that he’s so smug about it. To punish him, you go to move away but his hands quickly move to your hips and pull you back to him, your pussy makes contact with his crotch. The minor contact makes you gasp.

You whine at him, “Kung Lao–”

“–Can I have you?” He cuts you off, his grip holding you to him, you can feel how hard he is under you. The size and feel of him is distracting you, you’re needy, “Pay attention,” he scolds, his own need for you is overwhelming but he needs your consent first.

“Please,” you ask. He considers you for a moment and it makes you whine at him, “What?”

“Wondering if I should make you beg for it,” he replies.

“I don’t think you could,” you dispute.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Is that a challenge?”

Suddenly, you regret your words. He may have a large ego but there is usually a reason behind it, and unfortunately, you are touch starved and needy for him. You have no doubts that he could make you beg.

You’re serious as you say, “No.”

“That was a quick change of heart,” he smiles at you.

You look away from him, “I don’t think it would be nice of you to do…”

“It would be hot though,” he counters.

The way he’s looking at you is suggestive even with the humour in his words, you completely believe that he absolutely would tease you until you begged him for it and that it probably would be hot, but with how wet and needy you are all you want is for him to fuck you nicely.

You’re shy as you confess, “I want you, now.” You hope that if you’re honest, he’ll show mercy.

His grip on you tightens lightly, his dick jumps at your admission. Suddenly, he’s pushing you off him and onto your back, flat on the mattress. He pulls off his shirt, exposing his torso to you, the sight has your mouth watering. His muscles move under his skin with his movements, and it makes you rub your thighs together for friction. His hands urgently tug your pants and underwear off at once, his haste takes you off guard.

His hands spread your thighs open, looking down shamelessly at your wet cunt, you try to close your legs, but his hands hold you apart, “You’re so wet,” he observes, and it makes you squirm against him, he’s doing too much.

He moves his eyes off your centre and looks at your shirt, deciding he dislikes it, “That needs to come off.”

You hesitate slightly, feeling very exposed compared to him but you comply and tug it off over your head, chucking it down onto the floor. He places your thighs on his hips and then his hands travel up your body, caressing your sides, before he places both hands on the mattress either side your head.

Leaning down he lowers himself onto his forearms and takes your lips in his again, his tongue immediately in your mouth. His kiss is dirty and leaves you breathless, desperate. One of his hands touches your skin again. Moving down your body to grip at your thigh, holding you to him. He then moves his hand to touch your pussy, he slides his fingers through your wetness. The feeling has you moaning into his mouth, he swallows your sounds, kissing you hungrily.

When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead to yours. His fingers caress at you, spreading your slick around, his gaze is far away as he looks at you. Eventually he can’t take it and pulls back from you, sitting between your thighs and watching his fingers play with your cunt.

“Don’t think I have ever been with someone this wet,” he groans at you, his words make you feel embarrassed, and you try to close your legs, “It’s a good thing, babe,” he assures you, not wanting you to deprive him of the view.

His finger probes at your opening, he grunts as he pushes it into you, “Poor thing, you can barely take my finger.” His tone is filled with faux pity.

You supress a whine at the feeling of his finger entering you, his eyes are completely distracted with the way you’re sucking him in. His thumb circles your clit firmly, wanting you to relax. The stimulation makes you whimper and bite your lip.

He speaks to you, “Don’t need to be quiet, preferable if you weren’t, actually.”

“It’s –ngh– embarrassing, to be loud,” you respond.

“Who told you that?” His eyes are still watching your pussy, he’s starting to withdraw his finger, pushing it right back in, a squelching noise filling the room at his actions. The sound makes a deep groan come from him.

The feeling makes you gasp, hands covering your mouth as you moan.

“I like the sounds you make, they’re cute,” he pulls his finger out just to stuff a second in next to it, you feel full as you pulse around him.

“You wouldn’t know,” you counter.

“Hmm that’s cute… you think I can’t hear you? Late at night, shoving your fingers into your tight little pussy?” Both his fingers are working you open, fucking into you softly.

His words shock you, it’s not often that you indulge and to know he’s heard you sets your skin on fire.

“Always make such cute sounds, can hear how you try to be quiet,” he purrs to you, eyes never leaving your cunt, too involved with stretching you open. He wants you to take him, he wants you to be full of him.

When in doubt, deny, “I –hah– dunno what you’re –nghff– talking about.”

He chuckles at your flimsy lie, “Can deny all you want but I know what I hear, the way you gasp and whine is difficult to forget.” His hand moves quicker, the lewd sounds in the room getting louder with how wet his words make you.

His control right now is surprising even to him, abruptly he pulls his fingers from you and the loss makes you whine. He looks to you and then shoves his fingers, wet from you into your mouth, you suck them clean and the expression on his face looks like he’s about to fall apart in front of you.

After he retracts them slowly from your mouth, he lays on his stomach between your thighs.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell him quickly.

His eyes are dark, “I know, I want to.”

His hands grab onto your legs and throw them over his shoulders. He blows on your cunt just to watch you twitch for him; his gaze is greedy. And so is his tongue as he licks into you, his mouth downright worshiping your pussy as he tastes you.

Your back arches off the bed at the contact, head swimming in ecstasy at the way his tongue fucks you, his nose pressed into your clit. It’s got your eyes rolling back and hands gripping the sheets, you’re incredibly wet, getting him wet and messy. You want him inside you, you want his body on yours, want him to press his skin up against yours as he fucks you. You want him.

He moans into your pussy, his pace quickening. He’s determined to have you cumming on his face and unwilling to pull away until you do. His hands hold your thighs spread for him, his tongue laps at you, he pulls it out of your pussy hole to suck on your clit. It has you seeing stars, moans and whimpers increasing, so incredibly close to the edge.

As he enters his fingers back inside you and begins stroking your inner walls, you start to tighten around him. He hums happily into your cunt, knowing you’re so close to cumming. Your thighs try to close around his head, but his grip holds you steady, it’s the prick of his nails biting into you slightly that has you finishing around his fingers.

You release supressed whimpers as you cum and when he notices that you are cumming, he rips his fingers from you and replaces them with his mouth, swallowing your release eagerly. He moans into your cunt at the taste of you, overjoyed at your orgasm.

When he pulls back, he’s tugging his pants down and taking them off, desperate for you. His own arousal setting him on fire, so close to finishing just from making you cum. He strokes his dick languidly, the slight pressure making him sigh out in relief.

The sight of his cock reminds you of how badly you want to be filled with him, drained slightly from your orgasm but still needy for him. He’s fucking his hand to the sight of you, one of his hands holds your thighs apart while he kneels between them, stroking himself and looking at your cunt.

“Kung Lao,” you whine at him, urging him to move along.

He looks to you, his eyes are lidded and filled with lust, but he smirks at you, “Beg.”

His word punches you in the gut, he wants you to beg for his dick. He gave you a taste of euphoria and is now withholding.

“Mm not gonna beg,” you tell him.

His voice is slightly strained, holding back a moan, “That’s really too bad.”

He leans over you, his hand on your thigh moving to beside your head, holding his weight above you. He moves the tip of his cock through your folds, rubbing you and spreading your slick over the tip of his dick. You wonder if he’s going to give up that easily, but as he keeps sliding his cockhead against you, you realise you’re not that lucky. He’s teasing you, the sensation of him has you keening, wanting to moan but containing the sounds, not wanting him to have the satisfaction.

“Cause I think you’d sound really cute if you begged me,” he adds onto his previous statement.

“Hah– Mm not gonna beg,” you repeat.

“We will see,” his reply is unworried, unrushed, taking this at his own pace.

He continues moving the head of his dick through your folds before briefly dipping to your pussy hole, stretching you on him just the smallest bit before pulling away. He pulls away from your cunt and strokes himself, he moans at the feeling.

His eyes are on you and your needy gaze, “Could have it right now, babe.” He taunts, the tip of his cock pushing into your cunt again, but ultimately pulling away immediately.

He repeats the action, over and over again, pushing into you the tiniest amount, enough to slightly stretch you open on him and then pulling away before you get any kind of satisfaction. Moans spill from him every now and again, both from your pussy leaking on his cock and the way his hand moves up and down his shaft.

His resolve seems impeccable for a man who almost came in his pants while eating you out, he continues teasing you, never indulging you. He wants to hear you beg for him; his skin is burning for it.

You’re close to tears now, needing to feel him, your eyebrows are pinched together, “Kung Lao, please.”

“What was that?” His eyes look to yours.

You whine slightly as you say, “I need you… please.” Your eyes are large and pleading.

His reaction to your expression and pleas, is a large victorious smile, “That is all you had to say, babe.”

Finally, he slowly starts pushing into you, properly this time. Inch by delicious inch, he presses into you, filling you completely. Large and heavy inside you, your cunt throbbing around him at the feeling of finally being full. When he’s sheathed completely inside, pelvis pressed to yours, you both moan loudly.

“Gods, I might cum like this – hah – why didn’t you beg sooner,” he complains, leaning down so his skin is resting on yours, holding his weight up with his forearms.

You feel speechless, so full of him, your cunt pulsing around him. When he leans down to you, you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking them behind him. The shift causes him to slip deeper and he whimpers in response.

You clench around him at the sound, and he grunts, he pulls out of you abruptly and it makes you gasp first before whining at the loss of him.

“Wait – wait, what are you doing,” you whine at him, confused.

He’s holding the base of his cock as it twitches in his hand, “I almost –fuck– I almost came,” he curses, trying to control himself.

You go to whinge at him some more, but he stops you, “Need you to be quiet for a moment.” He asserts, worried your begging will push him over the edge very suddenly.

Complying, you wait a moment for him, and when he’s ready he pushes into you again, filling you perfectly. You wrap your legs around him when he’s pressed to you completely. He’s resting on his forearms again, framing your face and gazing at you.

“I thought you were supposed to be some kind of expert,” you say, teasing him a little.

He huffs at you, before nosing at the side of your face, “I am, but you have a divine pussy.” The compliment goes straight to your core, and you clench around him, he groans at you, “Like being praised huh?”

He draws his hips away from you, starting to fuck into you, his initial pace attempting to be gentle. He’s so big and he’s pressing up against places inside you that have never been touched, it makes you whimper and whine. The sounds are embarrassing to you and as you go to cover your mouth, Kung Lao’s hands grab onto both your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“I want to hear how well I fuck you,” he whispers into your ear, the words send a shiver down your spine.

The pace he set changes into a fast and desperate one, fucking into you harshly and quickly. He looks down to where he’s fucking into you, groaning at the way you take him so well, he looks back to you. Wanting to see your expression. The way he’s fucking you makes your head spin, your eyes glaze over as you look up at him, his face is concentrated as he focuses on his pace.

You think he looks stunning like this, slightly fucked out and desperate as he fucks into you over and over again.

He catches the look in your eyes, “Looking at me with heart eyes, babe. What’s wrong?” He lets go of one of your wrists to hold the side of your face, “Dick so good you’re falling for me?”

If you weren’t so lost, if you didn’t feel so good right now, you’d bite back, say something teasing in nature but as he bullies his way into your cunt over and over again. You can’t help but mindlessly agree, nodding at him in response, hoping he’ll fuck you over the edge.

He relishes in your response, and he smiles at you before leaning down and kissing you. His tongue searching your mouth, making you even more breathless than his cock.

Pulling back, he watches the way you’re writhing and moaning under him, it has him right on the edge, barely fighting off his own orgasm. Only holding out by the skin of his teeth, refusing to cum before you do.

His thrusts become rougher, his pelvis grinds into your clit each time he re-enters you and it makes you flutter around him.

“You’re so close –ngh– I can feel it, cum all over me, babe.” He groans at you, “Mm the way your tight pussy is choking my dick has me right on the edge, –hah– feels so good,” he leans down to your ear, “Been doing such a good job, got the best cunt I’ve ever been in.”

All the praise he showers you with has you cumming without warning, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You moan out his name, whimpers exiting you, the force of your orgasm has you forgetting to be embarrassed. Too caught up in how good it feels to cum around him.

He moans at the feeling of you pulsing around him, his dick jerking, your own release triggers his very quickly. He rushes to pull out of you, but you lock your legs around him and hold him tight, wanting him to cum inside you.

As he realises your intent he keels over slightly, grinding his pelvis into you, filling you up with his release and riding out both your highs. His groans trail off into whimpers as he grows sensitive, but he doesn’t stop grinding into you, enjoying the way your pussy twitches around him too much.

You’re off in the clouds, not comprehending much of what’s happening around you, not until Kung Lao presses kisses to your lips, slowly coaxing your attention back to him. When you feel a little more tethered to Earth you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back properly. He smiles into the kiss, pulling back from you and then pressing a final peck to your cheek.

He carefully pulls out of you, gaze watching his cum leak out of you and onto the bed, his eyes are alight as he watches your cunt pulse. Your legs kick him away, as much as they can anyways, you’re a little shaky and sore.

He chuckles at you but flops down onto the mattress next to you, turning to his side so he can look over you.

“So?” He asks, wanting to hear you say how good he knows he was.

You pout up at the ceiling, “So, what?”

“Come on, I know I was the best you ever had,” he pokes your side.

You turn to him, “I’ve only ever slept with one other person.”

“Whatever…” he looks into your eyes, “You’re the best I have ever had,” he tells you, reaching out to tug you closer to him.

You’re resting on your side now, held against him. His confession makes your heart soar because unlike you, he has had his fair share of sexual encounters.

“You are the best I have had,” you admit, even though you’d actively have to try to be worse than the last guy.

“Yes, I knew it,” he’s celebrating his win, you can practically feel the room get smaller with his growing ego.

“So far,” you tease.

“What?” He makes you look at him, “I’m it now, babe.”

You’re a little wordless, “What?”

“I’m it, if you need dick from now on, you come to me,” he asserts, “So delete that guys number.”

“And you?” You ask him.

He looks at you questioningly, “You kidding? Why would I want anyone else?”

His words make you melt, you don’t know what this is, if it’s a friends with benefits situation or something more but either way, you like it.

“I’ll delete his number if you play scrabble with me,” you smile mischievously at him.

He flops onto his back and groans dramatically at you, “Fine.”

Moving closer to him, you kiss his cheek, and it makes him blush. Yeah, you like whatever this is.

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A/N: Thank you for reading it all !!! This took me a bit to finish but I am happy with it. I struggled most with the truth or dare scene and making things flow but in the end it’s a made up scenario and we all wanna fuck Kung Lao so 🤷‍♀️ 🤷‍♀️ Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it <333 As per usual, if you have any requests, feelings, thoughts, questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out !!! I love you all <33 For the scrabble game, cwm isn't a misspell on my part, there is a legitimate scrabble word spelt cwm and is defined as: a steep-walled semicircular basin in a mountain; may contain a lake Ax is also just a variation on the usual spelling of axe and I think that is dumb, I like scrabble and think these two words would irk me, especially if I lost because of them lmao

#“can i have you” OKAY CASPER 🥺#i need kunglao sm rn

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majestickitty-but-horknee · 22 days ago

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I need him to lay on top of me

you won't leave me right?

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PART TWO PLSS

Thanks For Nothing (Rafayel/Reader)

✿Fandom: Love and Deepspace

✿Pairing: M/F

✿Rating: NSFW

✿Tags: smut, jealousy, orgasm denial, possessive behaviour, taunting, rough sex

✿Word count: 2,360

Rafayel's bodyguard has been neglecting her duties, so he decides to teach her a lesson.

✿A/N at the end!

"I should fire you!"

Rafayel was furious. More furious than she'd ever seen him, stomping across the kitchen as she prepared his dinner. His latest exhibition for his newest collection had been going ever so well, but an altercation had brought a sour end to the night. An altercation that never would have happened if his bodyguard had been paying better attention.

So he'd brought her back to his home, demanding that she make recompense for her carelessness by cooking him dinner. And, feeling guilty, she obliged.

"I pay you well, really well! I take you out to lunch, to museums, I give you more than you deserve and you just throw it back in my face!" He was ranting, his hands on his hips as he huffed and puffed, his cheeks all red. She couldn't help but find the sight a little amusing.

"Rafayel, relax. You're fine, aren't you?" She couldn't take him all too seriously, as Rafayel, like usual, was overreacting. He did not like her answer, or her tone.

"Anything could have happened! I could have been killed! And nothing would have happened had you been doing your job!"

"Nothing did happen! You have a little bruise on your back, that's all!" She retorted. She hadn't realised at first just how upset he was about the whole thing.

He walked right up to her, a scowl on his face.

"It's not little!" He tugged up his shirt to show her the purple mark, no bigger than an egg.

"You've shown me a hundred times already."

"I'll show you a hundred more! Until you start taking being my bodyguard seriously!" He pouted in that childish way that sometimes made her squirm, or smile, depending on her mood.

"I am sorry, Rafayel." She spoke with a sigh, placing a lid on the pot of simmering stew. "But this is gonna taste so good you'll forget all about it." She smiled at him, but he didn't return it, his eyes narrowing, going silent for a few moments.

"You were trying to get under my skin back there, with that guy." He accused, his voice losing its childish whine, taking on a tone more sinister. "I know you were. You were all over him."

Rafayel didn't back away, looking down his nose at her, nostrils slightly flared. "Sat there, sipping wine at the bar like butter wouldn't melt. Throwing yourself at any handsome idiot who gave you attention."

She scoffed at him, folding her arms, looking straight back up at him with a challenging gaze. "And so what if I was?" She challenged. "You're not my boyfriend, I can do as I please." Her eyes lit up with a playful flare. "Are you jealous?"

He took a small step forward, and when she tried to step away, she realised she was caged in, pressed tight against the counter. Yet she wouldn't drop her guard, staring back at Rafayel unphased. Anger twitched across his face.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" His hand trailed up the split in her dress, his long fingers dusting delicately against the plush skin of her thigh. She looked radiant in her dark sequin gown, not at all professional, completely unequipped to protect her client, save for one secret weapon. Though it didn't stay a secret for long.

Rafayel plunged his hand up her dress, yanking her gun from its holster in one swift motion.

"I'm afraid stew isn't going to make up for what you did." There was a mischievous glint in his eye, one that actually frightened her. She gasped, reaching out for the gun, but he held it high.

"That's not funny, put that down!" She commanded, but Rafayel only laughed.

"What's the matter, Miss Bodyguard? You don't like feeling unprotected?" He teased, cocking a brow. She groaned, wrestling fruitlessly against him, but he only held her gun higher.

"Rafayel! Stop being stupid!"

"What's stupid is flirting with some random guy at work while your boss is watching." He chided. "Were you gonna go home with him?"

"What? No!"

"I bet you would've. He was getting real touchy with you." Rafayel teased, leaning in closer, smoothing his hand up the opening of her dress, cupping her hip.

He looked her in the eye. He was smiling, dangerously at first, before his devilish expression twisted into that familiar, boyish grin. He placed the gun atop a tall cabinet — out of the way. She released a breath, unaware she'd had one trapped in her throat in the first place.

With his newly freed hand, he grabbed her other hip, lifting her up so that she was sat on the counter before him.

"You fucking asshole." She spat, shoving him away, though he barely budged, laughing, his hands still holding her hips.

"You can't seriously think I was going to shoot you? I'm an artist, not an assassin."

His eyes had softened some, though much of the bitterness he'd harboured in them before had evolved into lust, and he drank in her figure with a lascivious gaze. She noticed a tent growing in his pants.

"I never know what stupid thing you're going to do next."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Rafayel closed the gap between them, catching her lips in a quick but passionate kiss, pulling her forward to press her core flush against his bulge. She huffed, and her arousal swelled.

Goddamnit. How did he have this sort of control over her? No matter how mad at him she was, just one flash of that smile, one wink of his impossible sunset eyes and she folded.

His hands smoothed up from her hips, to her waist, then to her back, locating the zip to her dress and pulling it down slowly. Rafayel broke the kiss, sliding the garment down her shoulders to reveal her breasts.

His slender fingers cupped at her bosom, gently pinching her hardened nipples, slowly teasing her cunt with his clothed erection. She moaned, her lust dampening her underwear. Rafayel chuckled.

"Getting worked up already huh?" He teased, and she curled her leg around his thighs, pulling him closer. Rafayel pinched her nipples tightly, earning a little squeal from his bodyguard.

"You're lucky I still wanna fuck you. Seeing you with that guy really put me off." He stopped pinching to unbutton his pants. She scowled.

"Get over it would you?" She jabbed, swiftly sliding down her panties.

He tutted, pooling up her dress at her waist and spreading her legs, baring her glistening cunt. Rafayel parted her folds with his thumb, gently circling her clit with the digit.

"You have such an attitude. You really should be more grateful, considering you're such a bad bodyguard."

She whined, heat flushing over her body as Rafayel touched her. She looked back at him, defiant, she couldn't take his smug expression despite how turned on she was.

"A... a waiter tripped into you– and you fell over!" She huffed the words out through her mewls. "It's hardly like– you were attacked!"

At that, he slid a finger inside of her, expelling the words from her mouth in one simple motion. She gasped from the pleasure, her mouth gaping like a fish, and he grinned at the sight of her. He gave her little time to adjust before sliding in a second finger, pumping in and out of her mound at a fervent pace.

"What was that? You got something to say?" He taunted, but she could only whimper, her defenses melting against him with ease. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

She'd been over this routine with Rafayel a hundred times already: They'd fall out over something ridiculous, more often than not it was his fault, but it didn't take them long at all before they were all over each other again, extinguishing their squabbles over sex. It usually worked a treat, and she certainly wasn't complaining. Any complaints she might have had poofed into dust with one click or pump of his fingers. She was completely wrapped around them, at his mercy.

"You're so wet for me, cutie." He chimed, picking up the pace. Rafayel's voice was smooth and composed, yet the look in his eye was anything but. There was a fire in his gaze that burned so bright it put his Evol to shame.

She moaned, her eyes shutting as she desperately tensed around him, trying to draw as much friction as she could with her lubricious walls. It was akin to trying to grasp a slippery bar of soap in one's hands. Rafayel drew his fingers out of her with a resounding pucker.

He quickly whipped his erection out from his underwear, readying it at her dripping cunt. He was very thick, especially at the head, with more than enough length to satisfy her aching lust. Rafayel brought his tip to her lips, coating it in her wetness and sliding himself teasingly against her folds. Impatient, she tried to slide herself around him, but he stopped her with a firm clamp to her thigh.

"Nuh-uh. If you want it, you'll have to say please ."

She looked up at him, scowling despite her desperation, and he sent a shit-eating grin back at her. Rafayel was loving every minute of this. He knew she wasn't capable of refusing him.

For a few moments, she was silent, but as a particularly persuasive jolt of pleasure shot down her spine, she soon changed her mind.

"Please." She whined, her tone earnest but scathing. It was good enough for Rafayel. With a shaky breath, he entered her.

By now, she was used to the glorious way he felt inside of her. She loved the initial pinch of his fat head against her walls, no matter how aroused she was, he always required a little bit of adjustment. Just one stroke and she was filled instantly, so satisfied she could have orgasmed merely from the warming sensation of him inside of her. Once Rafayel's cock was completely engulfed, he began to fuck her, and far from delicately.

One of his hands snaked its way to her backside, spreading its grip over her rump and hip, guiding her movements. His other hand roamed to her chest, bouncing and massaging her breasts. She moaned, loud, wrapping her legs around his hips to keep him close.

Rafayel dipped his head, catching her mouth in a quick kiss, one with a heat that lingered on her lips, before he trailed those kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, nipping at it restlessly. She had to muffle the sounds with her palm, her eyelids squeezed tightly shut as she tried to compose herself. But Rafayel quickly snatched her wrist, pinning her arm to the wall behind them.

He sank his teeth into the tautest section of her neck, biting harshly, before soothing the bruise with his tongue. The sounds of his grunts and groans reverberated against her, making her sensitive skin ripple like the sea beneath a skipping stone. She clung desperately to his back, her only outlet for the intense pressure in her body.

He pulled away, looking back at her, though he didn't cease, pounding feverishly into her pussy. Rafayel looked a little disheveled, with his hair touseled and clothes sticky from the heat, but compared to her he was the picture of perfection. She looked a mess, with angry bruises peppering her skin, which was hot and sticky from sweat.

"You like that, don't you?" He purred, knowing full well what her answer would be. "Aren't you a lucky girl?" He pinched her nipple, tightly. "Aren't you lucky that I'm fucking you after what you did?"

"So lucky." She slurred, her fighting spirit had melted entirely at the command of his hips, moaning uselessly as he slammed into her. Rafayel looked intense, as if he was about to burst any minute. He took a firm hold of her jaw.

"Good girl." His voice was deceptively soft, the condescending tone all but undetectable when his arousal was so potent.

Then somehow, Rafayel managed to thrust even faster, his hips jackhammering into her at a dizzying pace, making tears sting her eyes and her thighs quiver uncontrollably. A big, hard knot formed in her stomach, sending a wave of heat that wracked her form.

"Ra- Raf- I'm!" She rasped, but he came first, shooting streams of hot and sticky spend deep inside of her swollen core. He heaved heavy breaths, pulling out of her with a wet thunk. She still hadn't finished. She'd been so close, and still she was so expectant, clenching her walls and whining at the loss of pressure as his seed oozed out of her.

But still he huffed and puffed, a dazed grin on his face, looking back smugly at the desperate mess he'd created on the counter. She wanted— needed him back, badly.

"I'm so close Raf, can you just...?" She gestured, a little frustrated. But Rafayel made no effort to assist her, wiping his cock down and tucking it back into his pants.

"And where were you tonight? When I needed you?" Her heart sank at his words.

"You can't be fucking serious–"

"Oh, I'm completely serious."

And one look his way confirmed that. She was so mad she thought she might cry.

"It hurts, doesn't it? When someone isn't there for you when you need them most? When you're waiting, desperately, for them to come back and finish what they started, to do their job, but they never do?"

He was taunting her now, but she said nothing, staring daggers at him. The thick bubbling of the stew filling the tense and silent kitchen. He sauntered over to the pot, taking a spoon and sipping the meaty broth. He hummed.

"Mm. Y'know, you're right — this might actually be good enough to make me forget all about it." He grinned, grabbing a bowl and dishing himself up. She stared back at him, rage bubbling behind her eyes, but her body was frozen in place.

Rafayel looked unphased, taking his bowl and walking away. "You can go now." And with that, he switched off the kitchen light and retired to his room for the night.

A/N: Sorry I made him so mean 😭 hope you enjoyed anyway! I think I'll write a sweet pt.2 to make up for it

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