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Tomas Vrbada, - "Jealous Makes Company"

Description: Tomas wasn't the best in dealing with jealousy. It made him feel bad, but he couldn't handle when others looked your way. Your boyfriend was so loving, and doting. But seeing him act this way was.. interesting to say the least.

Tags: jealousy, praise, cream pies, voyeurism, eating out, tomas being a needy bitch

words: 1.8k

I need him so bad pls.

stop woobifying him I'm so scared

afab reader btw guys :3

💨 Enjoy!💨

Tomas was more reserved than his adoptive brothers. Through the years of being in the Lin Kuei, he's seen his fair share of his brothers secret lovers. Whether finding out through accidentally walking in on them, or hearing headboards rocking against stone walls, he knows.

This fact in turn, made him insecure. How come his brothers could have anyone they wanted? Was it his looks, or his attitude?

To say he was surprised when you were interested in him is an understatement. He'd never met anyone like you. It didn't take him very long to fall flat on his face in love with you. You're the prettiest little thing he's ever seen.

Tomas, your boyfriend, is a needy guy. His hands are always on you, somewhere. He likes his hands on your hips, says they're perfect to hold your body. His head is always on your shoulder, those grey eyes of his admiring the perfection that is your face.

That being said, Tomas is very protective of you. Especially around the brothers. He doesn't think they'd try anything per say, but he does worry. What if you start to fall in love with either Kuai Liang or Bi-Han? How would he handle that?

He couldn't have that.

You always reassure him that he's the one for you, it makes him happy. But it wasn't enough for Tomas.

Tomas had a "family reunion" of sorts, more of a dinner for the ninjas of the Lin Kuei to come together to commemorate. Celebrate, yada yada. He had decided to take you as his plus one. You were polite, and kind. The perfect person to take to an event like this. Watchful, grey eyes were always on you.

You looked stunning, the prettiest person there in his opinion. All dressed up, your soft skin on display. A real head turner. He'd noticed others eyes on you all night, but only your eyes met his.

He knew you'd never leave him, but the idea of it made his heart ache. Tomas is such a kind soul, you'd never hurt him like that.

You're speaking to Bi-Han, the less conversational one out of his brothers. He didn't know of the topic, but you could feel Tomas watching from afar. You can tell by how he's sending bits of smoke your way, the grey clouds gently brushing against your fingers. Your fingertips move, playing with it as you speak to Bi-Han. The subconscious reaction you have to his smoke brings a smile to his face.

Someone bumps into your back, sending you stumbling forward. The cryomancers eyes are wide open as you land against his chest. Cheek pressed against him, your eyes squeezed shut tight.

Tomas rushes over, concern painted on his face. His hands brush against your sides, pulling you upright once more.

"Are you alright, baby? Please tell me if you're hurt." Tomas says, his tone as sweet as ever. He holds you close, wrapping his arms around your middle.

You inform your doting boyfriend that you are indeed ok. The relief on his face is instant. But another hand meets your shoulder, Bi-Han's to be exact.

Bi-Han has had a.. dislike for Tomas since they were children. Any chance he can take to piss off or inconvenience the other ninja, he'll take. The cryomancer has noticed his eyes on you all night.

Your head turns, looking at the hand resting against you. As you look away, Tomas looks directly at Bi-Han. He swallows thickly.

Tomas' fingernails almost bite at your skin as he squeezes his grip on you without thinking.

"Are you ok?" Bi-Han asks, a manufactured sweetness in his tone. His brown eyes are focused on your face. The look of fake sympathy on his face is instantly recognizable to Tomas, but not to you.

You nod yes, but Bi-Han's hand still lingers.

"They said they're fine, brother." Tomas says, almost a hiss in your tone as he pulls you closer.

Tomas can feel something unfamiliar stirring within him, jealousy. He'd never liked feeling jealous, it made him feel bad. But to see someone such as Bi-Han speaking to you in a "sweet" way, it set a fire deep within his stomach.

Because of his needy and jealousy, he confided in your body. And that's the reason you're laid out on a cot, in a spare room within the Lin Kuei temple.

"You're mine, right? All mine." Tomas mumbles softly, his tongue gently working against your neck. His erect cock is buried deep inside of you, his hands on your hips.

Hushed, needy whines fall from his lips. Sucking, nipping, licking at the flesh of your neck. Making marks where every person can see, so another person doesn't even think of trying anything with you.

Tomas' fingertips squeeze at the soft flesh of your hips, kneading you as he slowly start to thrust his hips. Slowly, but not gently. He pulls his hips all the way back, and he roughly thrusts forward. The cot rocks against the wall. He's not making an effort to stay quiet.

He wants everyone to know you're his. A groan, nearly a growl falls from his parted lips. You can feel his hand trailing around your body. Cupping, feeling the skin of your ass. He puts both of his hands on your rear, and he lifts your hips just a bit off the bed with ease.

"You're soaked.." Tomas says softly, his eyebrows raised. You nod to his comment, a blush dancing across your features. Your boyfriend willing spreads your thighs nice and wide, showing all of you to him.

He's right, you're very wet. Tomas pulls out for a quick second, just to look at you. He moves one of his hands to your pussy, parting the folds with his fingertips. He can see his cum smeared across your clit, some on the insides of you. Arousal fluid is wet on your thighs, and he lets out a satisfied groan.

Your living boyfriend slides back into your greedy cunt, his thick cock stretching you.

He looks down at you with beautiful, grey eyes. Taking in your form with a watchful gaze. His hands find your hips once more, and they run up your sides. The ninja leans down, pressing his cheek to the middle of your chest, right between your breasts.

"God, you're so pretty, honey.." Tomas trails off, slowly but surely giving you pleasure. He thrusts in and out a bit quicker, his hips snapping in a needy fashion. His pretty, soft lips open in a wide mouthed fashion.

He knows your body like the back of his hand. Hitting your spot with every single forward motion, his thickness pressing tightly against your walls.

The ninja can hear your mewls, calling out his name with such sweetness that makes a warmth rush to his belly. He moves with such an erratic flare, desperately pounding into your wetness.

He can feel your arousal fluid on his front, but he loves the feeling of the warm liquid against his skin. Tomas lets out a high groan, his hands your hips tightly to keep his pace somewhat even.

It feels like heaven, him inside of you. Nobody had ever been able to play with your body as he had, nobody had brought you such pleasures.

Tomas' grey hair is sticking to his forehead as persperation makes his skin slick. Working hard to please himself, to prove a point to anyone who dared look your way.

The moans you let out sound like heaven to him, he can't get enough of you. His eyes flick to the cracked door, and then back to you.

"They're all gonna hear you, you know." Tomas moans, almost a purr to his tone.

You can feel that knot in your stomach growing tighter, and he can feel it. You're squeezing around him, ready to milk his needy cock.

His fingernails bite at your skin. With an increased amount of force, he pulls and pushes your hips with his body. Tomas has never been with rough before. You can see on his face that an orgasm is fast approaching.

The slightly cracked door of the guest bedroom makes sure that everyone can hear how much of a needy bitch you are for him. He loves that. He loves that people can hear him claiming you.

The sound of skin against skin only grows louder inside of the small bedroom. Smacking, wet flesh mixed with growls and whines.

"Oh god, you're so wet, I'm gonna cum—" Tomas trails off, a loud moan leaving his mouth as his hips stutter. Then, you feel it. You can feel his hot, sticky cum filling you. Your eyes widen as you see him in a state of bliss you'd never seen. Smoke billows out from his lips, his head thrown back with pure ectasy running through his veins.

The wetness of your own sex and the feeling of being filled is enough to send you against the edge.

Your back arches from the bed, a low moan of his name leaving your throat. Tomas watches as you unravel. Your thighs shake, your fingers clutch the sheets.

With a satisfied moan, Tomas buries his face into your breasts. His hips slowly move, your cunt milking him for all he's worth. He's panting against you, his breath hot on your already warm flesh. The feeling is exhilarating. The mess between your thighs is astonishing, in a sense.

Tomas leans up, and he pulls out. His fingers reaching down to your pussy. He runs two fingers between your folds, collecting his own seed and your fluids on his fingertips. With a lustful look, he opens his mouth.

While making direct eye contact, he sucks the fluids from his fingers. You can see his eyes nearly roll back from the sweet saltiness on his tongue.

His hands move against your thighs, parting them. And with swift, agile movements, he makes his way down between your thighs. His pretty face nestles between them. You can start to feel his needy tongue start lapping at your cunt, dripping with his seed. Sweet, soft whines muffled by your delicious cunt.

He isn't aiming to make you cum again, so he's careful. His movements are slow and deliberate. Tongue pushed flat against your warm hole, collecting every drop from your folds. He swallows thickly, a groan leaving him.

That's when his tongue dives in. His pace is almost passive, his eyes closed. Your boyfriend lets out a soft purr as you run your fingers through his grey hair.

"Don't cum, ok, sweet thing? That's for later." He murmurs against your folds, placing a kiss against the inside of your thighs. His tongue starts once more.

He continues this pattern for 30 minutes. Denying your orgasm further, prasing you for being so sweet sounding and tasting. He cleans you thoroughly, not a drop of cum left inside of your pussy when he's done. What a sweet guy.

Tomas helps you put your clothes back on, and then it's back to the party. Passerbys glance at the two of you, and it's clear to him that mostly everyone knows what happened between the two of you. It was either the headboard slamming into the wall or your whorish moans that told them.

He couldn't care less. Because the way you look at him, almost attached to his hip brings him immense joy. Your eyes are focused on him the rest of the night, delivering teasing touches.

Tomas now found no jealousy in his heart. Everyone knew you're his. They definitely knew. The bruises on your hips from his fingers and the hickies on your neck most definitely proved that.

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Shang Tsung, - "Lab Rat"

Description: Shang had an array of past lab assistants, lab rats he called them. yet, none of them were not perfect as he wanted them to be. Sad that they either ended up leaving the job (he'd experimental on them), or they'd be fired (he'd kill them) So, he resorted to his next mission, making the perfect lab rat. And God, were you perfect.

Tags: Creampies, thigh fucking, p in v sex, teasing, being called "pet", incorrect use of shapeshifting, praise.

words: 1.7k

other stuff: ong I think shangs fav position is hitting it from the back.

can we get a shang DLC and it's him in a shirt that says "I ❤️ backshots"

🧪 Enjoy! 🧪

You had no clue how much of an effect you had on Shang Tsung.

Being the naturally kind, submissive person you are, it made you very easy to manipulate. That was something he loved about you, your naivety.. In your eyes, Shang could do nothing wrong.

Of course, he kind of made you that way, but, you believed it nonetheless. The way you helped him around his lab was intriguing to say the last. You were innocently helping him, yet he couldn't stop thinking of you in such lustful ways.

The way your hips moved was something that he could watch for hours. As if they were a pendulum, and he was a fool to watch them sway back and forth as you worked.

Right now, you were carefully measuring chemicals as he instructed you to do. He watched you from behind, his palm resting against his chin.

You're nearly bent over the side of the lab table. Chest pressed against the solid surface, your hands slowly pouring chemicals into chemicals from various tubes. Watching carefully, absorbed in your work. You didn't want to disappoint Shang, so you were careful and slow with the experiment that he had you work on for him.

He clears his throat, and you look back at him. Trained as almost a dog would be. He offers a charismatic smirk, a smug expression painted across his smooth skin.

"How is your experiment going, doll?" He asks, his voice smooth and cool as usual. An eyebrow raises as he surveys your progress. You look a bit trouble, and you motion him closer so he can take a look at it.

A hum, nearly a purr draws from him as he moves closer to you. Shang rests behind you, a hand finding the table. His palm rests on the spot right next to you.

Shang leans down, his chest pressing against yours. His hips gently pressing against your ass.

He outstretches his free arm, grabbing a vial of a swirling, blue liquid.

"Watch." He purrs into your ear, slowly pouring the vial into the beaker with all the other chemicals. The sweet liquid in the vial starts to steam a bit. He reaches for the beaker, and he slowly sloshes the liquid around.

It changes from a light blue, to a deep purple. A satisfied grin slides onto his face at the result, and his eyes slide over to you.

"You did very good, pet." He purrs out, his lips pressed against your cheek as he speaks. He can feel a singular tremor race through your body, he knows how nervous he makes you.

Shang relishes that nervous demeanor of yours. His hand trails along your chin after he lets go of the vial, and he pulls your face from the side to look directly at him.

"Eyes on me, pet." He mutters, his face inching closer. And you do, you keep all of your sight on him now that he's instructed you.

Shang's usually mischievous eyes show warmth as he studies your face. He can hear your soft breath, your beating heart. The devotion in your eyes is almost unmistakable. He has you, and he has you good.

He pushes his hips closer to your ass, a quiet hiss leaving his lips.

"Do you want this?" He mutters, drawing closer. You nod yes, you'd wanted this for a long while. You just didn't know how to bring it up.

Shang starts to rock his hips against you, his hard bulge pressed between your ass and his stomach.

Soft hisses leave his mouth as he pleasures himself against your body. Shang slides his gloves off, he needs to feel that flesh of yours with all of his palms.

And so he does. His fingers slip into your pants, pulling his hips back just a bit so he can slide your bottoms down. Shang lets out a groan that turns into a quiet whine at the sight of the panties you're wearing. Pretty panties, lacy and white. They hug those hips of yours that he adores, the fabric against your skin is a combination that makes his head spin.

His fingertips trail from the backs of your thighs to your hips. Instinctively, you spread those thighs that he's liked to watch move as you walked. Shang starts to grind his bulge against the skin of your ass. Groans leave his mouth as he presses you firmly against the counter.

You can feel him pressed up against you too. His bulge rutting against your ass, his chest pressed against your back, his face burying into the crook of your neck.

Shang's hands grip at your soft hips. Nails biting gently at your skin, as he pulls and squeezes. He pulls your ass back against his hips. Thrusting against your ass, needy grinds working your body.

Shang can feel his eyes starting to roll, groans turning into growls against your neck. One of his hands moves to his bottoms, hooking his fingers over the waistline of both his boxers and pants. With a bit of a rough movement, he pulls them down a bit. Just enough for his cock to spring out from behind the fabric.

Shang's tip rests against your ass with a soft, wet noise. There's precum on his tip, and you can feel the warmth of it on your skin.

He spreads your legs further with a hand, the other on your hip. Slowly, he starts to slide his cock between your thighs. Shang rests his palms against your thighs, slender fingers laying with your skin.

He closes your thighs around his cock, a hiss leaving his mouth as you tighten your grip on him. You can feel how much cum there is, his seed lubricating your thighs for him to glide through.

Shang sets a rhythmic pattern, not too fast or slow. He pulls your hips back with every single thrust in. His eyes don't dare to leave your face.

"You're such a good pet for me." He says, a purr in his voice as he starts panting. He looks like he's in paradise as he fucks your thighs.

You let out a needy whine. Almost immediately after, you hear the tearing of fabric. Then your shirt literally falling off your body. Shang thrusts faster, and you can feel his palms pressed against your breasts.

Shang can't get enough of your body. His pet, his perfect lab rat.

He parts your thighs further apart. And then you can feel him sliding inside of you. And at first, he doesn't fill you to the brim like you'd want. A whine leaves you as he pushes inside.

He rests his palm on your hip, knowing your disappointment. Poor thing.

But you start to feel him grow inside of you, using his shapeshifting abilities to perfectly mold himself to you. You let out a load moan as Shang completely splits you open. His cock pushes on the insides of your walls, and he loves how tight you are.

Slowly, he rocks his hips. Relishing in every bit of your body twitching under him. You can feel bits of yellow energy at his fingertips, crackling against your skin.

God, you were such a good doll for him. Pretty, docile and sweet. Always So obedient, followed every one of his instructions to the letter.

Not only that, you weren't bad on the eyes. Shang Tsung never liked anything of the super model variety. Nothing "sexy" or "lush".

You were beautiful, so human and breakable.

Shang slides his hands down to your soft tummy, and he starts relentlessly pounding into you. A louder groan leaves his mouth as he feels your slick heat around his throbbing cock.

He isn't gonna last long. You're just too tight, too good for him. More needy groans push from his lips.

"Such a good pet, so tight for me—" Shang moans, cut off by you pushing your pussy all the way down on his cock. The feeling of you fully down, swallowing all of him was enough to send him over the edge.

Shang's fingernails dig at your hips as he relentlessly fucks you without mercy. And you take him like a champ, much like you always wanted to. You can feel his thick, almost syrup cum jet out from his tip. The alchemist wastes no time in filling you to the brim, watching as his hips stutter.

Shang looks down, and he groans at this side of his seed leaking from your throbbing sex.

You hadn't cum yet, that he knew. so he flips you on your back. He lets your hips hang off the lab table, and he lifts your thighs up.

And he starts pounding. Quick, hard, fast. He was playing before. Now he's serious.

He presses a palm down against your lower abdomen, and your can feel his tip hitting your spot with every thrust. That knot in your stomach grows tighter, and you hook your legs around his hips.

Shang has discovered something. He can't get enough of how you look under him. Your breasts bouncing as he pounds into your pussy without a second thought, your supple skin folding and moving.

God you're so anatomically gorgeous, his perfect experiment. As if you were perfectly stitched together with only a sewing needle and thread he owns, molded to bend to his every command.

Because he made you. What? Nobody on this earth could really satisfy him, intellectually and sexually. So he made the perfect one for him.. you.

You whine his name, and he lets out a low growl as he can feel your walls clench around him.

"Fuck, oh god.. You feel so good, pet." Shang's moans out into the open air. His eyes roll back into his head as he can feel you squirting against him. Your arousal fluid soaks his lower abdomen and his thighs. He loves it, he couldn't care less.

A messy experiment is a good one, at least he thinks.

Shang releases into you for a second time, his hips slowly moving. With a soft hiss, he collapses down against you. Pressing his chest to yours, your breasts pushed up against him. He wraps his arms around you, molding his body to fit against yours perfectly. He slowly thrusts in and out as he cums, his face burying into your neck.

After he's done his work, he's lays there on top of you. A hand of his lazily on your breast, squeezing at the fat of it with his soft hands. Shang doesn't pull out, he lets you warm him.

You're definitely his favorite lab rat.

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Kuai Liang, - "Cleans The Plate"

Description: Being apart of the Lin Kuei meant he didn't get to see his favorite person often. That person in question being you, of course. And it was always so cold when he returned back to the temple, and he needed to warm himself up somehow.

Tags: finger sucking, teasing, eating out, squirting, cumming without touch, incorrect use of pyromancy.

words: 1.8k

title makes sense bc kuai liang eats and doesn't leave a drop unswallowed

I know it's shorter but this was a lot of fun to write!

🦂 Enjoy!🦂

The mountainous region of where the hidden Lin Kuei temple was nestled, was constantly freezing. Due to the sky consistently showering down snow, the area of the earth was chosen by the ancestors because of its natural camouflage to the outside world.

Just because it's convenient, doesn't mean Kuai enjoys the cold. Being a pyromancer, his body runs hot. The cold feels like more of a bite than a relief to him. So, he seeks warmth in the shape of your body.

Whenever he can, Kuai has you near. Which isn't a lot. His duties constantly pull him away from you, it's hard for him to stand. As soon as he has a break from a mission, he's by your side. Sometimes it's for a couple days, other times a couple hours.

But he has you now, right in his lap where he likes you. Your chest is pressed up against his. Kuai always loves having you so close, soaking up your body heat. Yeah, he's naturally warm, but he could always be warmer.

Kuai's fingers are on your neck, cupping your throat. Not choking you, he's just resting his hand there. He can feel your breathing against his skin.

Kuai shifts a bit, bringing you closer. His eyes flick to the door, and he rests his head against your shoulder.

"You're very warm." He mutters under his breath, his gravely voice almost right against your ear. You let out a soft hum, and he hums back.

Kuai gently runs his fingers across your jaw, fingertips trailing against your chin. You press closer into his touch. His thumb gently pulls your lips open.

And he slides two fingers into your mouth. It draws another hum from deep in your frame. Kuai lets out a soft groan into your ear as he feels the warm interior of your mouth. His fingers are slick with your saliva as he pushes them in and out, over and over again.

You suckle on his fingers so well, your mouth slightly drawn open. Your tongue slides along his digits, and his other hand finds your hair. Slowly, he strokes the strands of your hair.

The warmth of your mouth has his mind thinking. The cold of the room bites at his skin, and he pulls you closer.

"You look so pretty sucking on my fingers, bunny." Kuai murmurs in your ear, and his lips start to press against your neck. Soft, warm kisses against your skin.

You look so relaxed in his arms, it makes him feel safe. In this moment, he craves you. He's not sure when he's going to see you next.

"Can I have you? I miss your warmth, your taste.." He trails off.

You nod yes, and he smiles against your skin. He moves you to the side, both of his hands on your hips to lift you from his thighs.

Kuai's fingers hook around your panties being careful as he tugs them off. Kuai would never want to hurt you, he's careful with you even when you want him to be rough. Though, he can get harsh sometimes, but it's rare when he does.

The pyromancer lays back on his cot, and he pats his cheek. His brown eyes watch as you crawl across the space, analyzing your every move.

You settle your size on every side of his face, hesitant in sitting down. You just hover, that's okay with him, for now. Kuai brings his hands closer to the insides of your thighs, gently pulling open your folds with the tips of his fingers.

Slowly, he starts to flick his tongue against your clit. A low groan leaves his mouth as he tastes you, the vibrations going straight to every sensitive area. It draws a gasp from your lips. Pretty, and airy.

He loves making you moan. Kuai's hands grasp your thighs, squishing them with his fingers. He pulls them apart further, bringing your cunt directly against his mouth.

You can see a bit of fire flicker from his fingertips. The flame brushes your skin, leaving a hot sting in its wake. It makes you buck your hips a bit, even when you try to still them. Your grinding doesn't deter him, it just makes him want you more.

He can feel you starting to get wet against his lips. Kuai's hot tongue eagerly explores your folds, quiet groans leaving his lips at his amazing you taste. The sweet, saltiness of your arousal against his taste buds makes him hard.

There's been so many times where Kuai has cum just from eating you out. He can't understand why, he's never been like that with any other person. Just you. Not that he's a complaining, he's a sucker for how you whine when he finally starts to fuck you with his tongue.

Your cunt is so, so needy for him. Dripping with pure arousal. His fingernails bite at your thighs, and he pulls you to his face fully.

With a medium pace, he starts to slide his tongue in and out of your pussy. Kuai can feel your walls squeezing around his tongue.

It's so stimulating, the warmth of his tongue. It's something you can't get enough of, but being more naturally sensitive, you find yourself trying to pull away so you don't cum so fast.

"Stay." He growls against your dripping sex, a bit of fire flaring from his fingers as his grip on your legs tightens. He pushes you down further, the sting of fire against your skin reminds you of who's in control here. Kuai is, he always has been he always will be.

Your size tighten around his head, his hearing muffled by the vice like grip you have on him. Kuai can feel your fingers starting to grip at his hair, and he loves the dull pain of you tugging on his hair.

Kuai isn't the most vocal. But it's just something about you sitting on his face that gets his vocal chords going. He lets out a loud groan, his tongue working in and out of you like never before. His hands move your hips, and he starts to rock your dripping sex against his lips.

Kuai needs you to grind against his tongue, he craves it. You eagerly oblige, swiveling your hips against the muscle that is constantly torturing the walls of your cunt. He's like a machine with how he works, he won't stop until you tell him to.

Kuai lets his eyes open, and he loves what he's seeing. Your soft tummy, all of that smooth skin on display for him. He can see your tits bouncing on your frame, moving with every needy thrust you make. He loves all the soft curves he can see from between your thighs.

He moves up an inch, so he can see more of your body move while he eagerly lapse at your dripping cunt. His eyes focus on your face as he thrusts his tongue faster into you. You can feel your wetness pressed against his cheeks and chin, some of it even racing down his neck.

Kuai's eyes focus on your warm mouth, and how he can see the drool collecting at the corner of your lips. The things you do with that mouth make him feel harder, as he daydreams of you as if you're not on top of him in this movement.

He can imagine the warmth of your lips around his cock, the sound of you gagging as he fucks your throat ringing in his ears.

You grind yourself down onto his tongue faster, and faster. He knows you're about to cum. He can feel you clenching tighter around him, your soft curves jiggling slightly as your body shakes.

With one final thrust, You tug on his hair as hard as you can. Kuai's tongue abuses your good spot as you start to cum. He closes his eyes, feeling the arousal fluid shoot out from you as you squirt.

The pyromancer doesn't care about the mess, he'd probably fuck you in the baths after this anyways. He can feel the arousal fluid leaking into his mouth, and he eagely really swallows it all. The feeling of all of this seduction on his tongue pushes him over the edge, and his eyes roll back into his skull.

Kuai can feel the cum inside of his boxers as he finishes, he can feel how messy he gets. Just how messy you make him.

You tug his hair over and over, your fingers twitch when flexing with the feeling of a good orgasm. The feeling makes his hips jerk as the small of his back pushes from the bed. His fingernails bite into the sensory pleasure he calls your skin.

Kuai's massive hands pull your cunt down to his face, His tongue relentless against your clit. He won't let you finish only once, Not when there's a chance he couldn't do this for days.

He's gotta make you count, and he does. So much so he coaxes you into another orgasm.

You can feel your body shaking as you nearly fall forward onto his legs. Your hips snapping wildly as he pushes you over the edge yet again, in such a short span of time too. He always knew what to do, and he perfected flawlessly.

He can feel you cumming into his mouth, the salty sweetness of your juice invading his lips. Kuai can't get enough, he always swallows. Eagerly, he laps it all up as you cum against his tongue. His hands firmly gripping onto your thighs, pulling your legs open as your arousal fluid shoots out like he enjoys.

Kuai likes making a mess, that's just how he is. He likes knowing you felt good. What's better than visual proof?

As you start to calm down, Kuai slows his pace. Calming you down by coaxing you to stop, his tongue slowly sliding out from you. He placed one last kiss against your clit, and then on your folds.

You shift off him, now simply on your knees. Kuai rolls onto his front, his palms planted firmly on the other sides of his head. Slowly, he starts to kiss up your body. One on your hood, then your lower abdomen. Soft, tender kisses going up your body. His hands slide along the sides of your body.

Fingers massaging at the fatty tissue of your body, warm as bits of fire flick from then. Leaving a scorpions sting in their wake. His lips find your breasts, kissing at both. Lips brushing across your collarbone, his hands on your neck. Fingers slide into your hair, and his lips find the familiar flesh of your lips. His chapped lips against your velvety smooth ones is like a personal paradise.

This man eats, and he eats good. Cleans his plate when he's done too.

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Johnny Cage, - "My Superstar!"

Description: Johnny always loved to be the center of attention. Whether it be from his fans who would pay a million dollars to suck him off, or the media absolutely flaming him. But he loved your attention the most, and he'd do some crazy shit to get it.

tags: lingerie, begging, teasing, plugs, handjobs,

words: 2.1k

johnny would wear lingerie shut up look at how zesty he is, and tell me he wouldn't.

his tits are too fat to go to waste.

johnny is submissive in this meoow

You walked into the bedroom, ready to collapse and take the nap of your lap after a long day of work. You were tired, exhausted from today. And you weren't exactly sure where your boyfriend was even at.

You kick your shoes off, calling out for Johnny once more. Yet again, there's no response. Maybe he just hadn't gotten home yet? Nonetheless, the bed is calling your name. And you oblige, stripping down to your underwear.

The silky sheets feel amazing after a day of hard work. You let your eyes flutter shut, exhaustion taking the reigns temporarily. You rest on your back, the pillow and mattress cradling your body.

As you're nearly asleep, you feel the bed shift. And then a weight on top of you. Followed by the scent of rich, fancy.. perfume? Perfume that you couldn't place.

Then familiar, well taken care of palms against your shoulders. Soft skin, moistured and well taken care of. Warm breaths ghost across your face, labored, panting.

You flick your eyes open, and you're face to face with Johnny. Those warm brown eyes gaze down into yours, his eyelids heavy. His pretty, pink lips are slightly drawn open as hot breaths push out from his mouth. Johnny's brown hair hangs down, the closeness between the two of you causing it to brush against your cheek.

"I missed you a lot today." He says, his voice almost a lustful purr. His hand brushes against your cheek, cupping it with his palm. The silk of his robe brushes against your skin.

You don't look pleased, and it confuses him. You're thrown off by the perfume. Did he have someone over without you knowing? Did he really go and betray you like that?

Johnny pouts, and you feel his thighs pin your hips to the bed as he straddles you.

"C'mon.. Nothing? Not even a greeting?" He pours further.

You mention the perfume, and it brings a blush to his face. He lets out a warm chuckle, and his gaze gets intense once more. Johnny doesnt offer an explanation, instead he slides the robe from his broad shoulders.

And God, you never would've suspected what he was wearing, but you fell in love with the sight almost immediately.

There's a lacy brassiere against his skin. It's a dark, grey violet color. It cups his pecs perfectly. The color of the lace contrasts his tan skin, making the lingerie itself that much more enticing to look at.

Your eyes flick from his face, to his pecs. And he loves your eyes on him, soaking up how pretty he is.

He's been preparing for this all day, y'know? He's shaved, waxed. Lathered his smooth skin with different oils and creams to make himself feel sleek.

Johnny lets out a pretty moan as you trace your hands across his chest. It's taking everything in you not to rip off that expensive bra and bury your face in his tits. His nipples are hard, you can see them pushing against the lace. As he shifts on top of you again, he sucks on a sharp breath.

You slide the robe off completely. Anyone could've busted a load just at the sight of him.

The set he has on looks gorgeous. Hand made, customer tailored to mold to his body. The prettiest panties you've ever seen hug his hips. Beautiful lace resting on his skin. And he's so, so hard. His cock is pressed against his panties, a wet spot visible through the fabric.

He has garters on as well. The elasticated bands gently squeeze at his muscular thighs. The color is beautiful, matching his panties and brassiere. There's a bottle of lube tucked under one of the garters.

Your boyfriend is so, so very needy for you in this moment.

His eyes are needy, looking down at you with that same lustful intent. Johnny needs you, he craves you.

"The perfume is something I got for this.. I wanted to smell nice and pretty for you." Johnny purrs, leaning down. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the skin of your neck with a groan.

You smile at his comment, and you push him back a bit. As you sit up from the bed, his chest is pressed against yours. You tap your thigh, and he knows what to do. What, did you think he was gonna be in control here?

Johnny straddles your thigh with an eager, and swift motion. You place your hands on his shoulders, the little bit of contact from you sends a jolt through him.

Your lips make contact with his soft neck. Slowly kissing, pushing your tongue against his skin. Caressing him as he gasps. Johnny wraps his arms around you loosely, seeking the warmth of your body.

With careful movements, Johnny begins to grind his bulge against your thigh. He's never been one to quiet himself down. Long, drawn out moans fall from his lips as he tilts his head back.

The feeling of his cock pressed against your thigh is electrifying for him. His sensitive head pushing against the lace of his panties while your lips play with his neck is enough to make him cum.

But he holds back the best he can. He's been teasing himself all day, it's not his fault that he's so sensitive. But the idea of you bending him over the bed and relentlessly plowing into him has been haunting his daily routine.

Johnny just put on this outfit so you'd be more tempted.

It's working to say the least.

Your hands grab at his tits, squeezing his pecs and the fabric of the brassiere. You reach a hand behind him, unhooking it. It doesn't take long for you to practically rip it off of him.

You bury your face between his pecs, kissing and licking at his skin.

"I'm gonna cum, sugar, I'm gonna.." He trails off, his eyes closing as he bites down on his lip harshly. He moves his hips faster, that feeling building in his stomach. Waves of pleasure go straight to his cock as he grinds his cock into your thighs.

Can't have him finishing yet, can you?

You grab the bottle of lube from his garter, and he lets out a low whine. With a bit of strength, you flip Johnny on his back. He lets out a grunt as he lands against the bed.

"C'mon.. I was gonna cum, what's the deal?" Johnny whines.

He wiggles his hips, and your eyes follow every single movement. Those rhythmic hips are the reason you were drawn to him when you two met.

It's honestly impressive how well he's able to maneuver his hips. if he wasn't an action star, he'd definitely be a stripper. Cage can give a good lap dance, you'd know.

Johnny parts his thighs, moving his fingertips along his lace covered bulge. Those tan thighs of his eagerly part for you, and he sends a cheesy wink your way.

"Like what you see?" Johnny purrs out to you, always the chatterbox. Your fingertips hook around the fabric of his panties, and you eagerly tug them off his body with a swift motion.

His cock springs out, already flushed and leaking with precum. A hiss pushes out from his lips as his cock hits the open air, his hips pushing out a bit against nothing. He's desperate for contact, very desperate.

You relish in the sight of your lover in this state. And he finds your hungry eyes to be addicting, he loves the way you look at him. Johnny wants your eyes on him all the time. He wants your hands on him all the time. Johnny wants you, really bad.

He spreads his thighs further apart, and you let out a groan at the sight of the plug he has pushed inside of him. Johnny's been preparing for you, all day. Whether you have a dick, or not, you're gonna fuck him into the mattress one way or another.

You pull him closer, your hands pushing his legs apart as far as they can go. He lets out a needy whine, moving his hips against nothing. Your eyes are trained on the plug, and he notices that.

"You know you love that." He purrs, his voice dripping with liquid confidence. And he's right, you love it.

You reach down, taking the heart shaped end of the plug in your fingers. With an antagonizingly slow movement, you pull it out. With the pull, a heat driven moan leaves his lips as his eyes nearly roll back in his skull.

Johnny's more sensitive than usual. You'd be too if you had something shoved up your ass for over 5 hours, who can blame the guy?

You push it back in, and a loud gasp leaves his frame. His fingers clutch the sheets, needing to ground himself in that moment. His frame shakes as he pants harder, labored breaths leaving him faster.

You tease him. Pushing the plug in and out of his hole, and it has him nearly about to cum. The action star has been riding that edge all day. Whether it be just feeling that plug inside of him, or relentlessly fucking himself with a toy.. Johnny's been on the edge of cumming all day. He's desperate for it at this point.

You slide the plug out of his hole for the last time, and let's out an irritated growl at the loss of the feeling. He looks like he's about to snap. It's either you finish him off now, or he fucks himself into the mattress.

You decide the former is the best option. Sure, seeing your lover obliterate his guts with a toy is fun, but you want your hands on him.

You pop the cap on the bottle of lube, and you squirt some on your fingers. The warming, tingling sensation coats your digits as you lube them up the best you can. As you ready yourself, Johnny shuffles closer to you.

The action star laying on his back, his wrists up by his head. Johnny would look amazing as a pin up model, who wouldn't kill to have a picture of him like this hanging up on their wall?

His fingers and thighs twitch, his body eager with a lust that needs to be satisfied before he cums by just looking at you. So you satisfy his desire. You push three fingers inside of him, and he lets out the prettiest whine you've heard from him yet.

Before you can even thrust your fingers, he's fucking himself against them. His body and hips thrusting up and down accordingly. It's kinda impressive. You move your hand accordingly, going along with his movements for now.

He sounds wet. Slick with different types of lubes he's been using throughout the day, filled to the brim with the fake cum from the expensive sex toys he owns. You let out a groan as the fake cum coats your fingers, at how much of a slut your boyfriend really is.

You thrust your hand faster, and he takes it like a champ. Like it's something he does everyday.. cuz it is. No matter how many times you finger him, he loves it even more. Your fingers curl inside of him, abusing his sweet spot. Now that's something a toy couldn't do, tease him like that. Fuck him regularly, abuse his g-spot for about 10 seconds, and then go back to fucking him regularly. You repeat his process over and over, and it has him arching his back away from the mattress.

His tip is flushed, he's absolutely ready to release.

"Please, I need to cum, sugar. You gotta let me, I'll do anything—" Cage whines, and he's cut off by your free hand wrapping around his cock.

You squeeze nice and tight like he enjoys. And you start to tug on him as fast as you can. Your fingers thrust in and out of him at the same time, matching the pace of the hand that jacks his cock off.

Johnny lets out a slutty whine, followed up by a growl as he releases all over your hand. Cum shoots out from his tip, landing on his thighs, stomach and you mainly. His walls clench around your fingers as those pretty brown eyes roll back into his skull.

His body is shaking. Johnny calls out your name, over and over as he cums. There's a thin sheen of sweat on his tan skin, folding and moving as his hips buck widely down onto your fingers. He loves riding the high.

You pull your fingers from him, a slick sound following as you pull out. Johnny looks up at you, his eyes heavy but satisfied.

He pushes his hips up as your hands find your pants. Johnny's eyes grow hungry as you tug your clothes off, and he lets out a groan when you straddle him.

And that's how round two starts.

[boykombat]

Kenshi, - "Tattoo Tracing"

Description: Kenshi was never one for physical touch. But since being blinded, it's something he's learned to rely on. But he never minds being touched by you. Especially when you trace your fingers along his tattoos.

Tags: teasing, handjobs, size kink, eating out.

words: 2.5k

needy and sensitive kenshi. MEOOW

kenshi is a soft top in this!! I win.

he's so fine. god.

please reblog I'm trying to get some asks </3

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The swordsman used to not be a big fan of touch, at all. He couldn't stand the "friendly" touches of those near him. Hands on shoulders, friendly hugs. If it was someone physically touching him, he did not enjoy it.

That was, until he was blinded and he met you. In his state of blindness, touch is everything and Kenshi knows that. When he was first blinded, he had to use Johnny as his guide before he got Sento. He recognizes touch as a powerful tool.

And he loves it when you use it.

Your touch, out of everyone's, is the best. At least that's what he thinks. He can't get enough of your hands on his body. Touch him and he melts. He absolutely loves it.

Especially after a long day at work.

Which is what's happening in your current situation— Kenshi has been gone for work for around 3 days now on business. You miss him a lot, leaving him voice messages of you getting it on with yourself. He loves to hear your voice, even more so when you're moaning his name.

Your lovely husband walks through the door with his suitcase behind him, and he looks exhausted. You, on the other hand, are eager to see the lovely Kenshi Takahashi.

He stands in the doorway of your shared home, shoulders sunk a bit. So you decide to cheer him up, by doing his favorite thing. You make your way over to him, and you wrap your arms right around his middle. Laying your head on his chest, cheek pressed against the fabric of his suit jacket.

Just this bit of contact from you elicits a shuttered breath from him.

"Hey there." Kenshi mutters, his hands finding your shoulder and hair. Tattooed fingers gently start to run through the strands, and he lets out a sigh at the feeling of your soft hair against his rough skin. His left hand rests on your shoulder, his palm and fingers feeling around.

And then it dawns on him. You're not wearing a shirt. His hand traces down your arms, maybe it was a strapless shirt. No fabric on your arms. Kenshi groans softly, his fingers making his way to your chest.

"Teasing me already, sweetheart?" He murmurs in your ear, having to lean down to speak to you. He was so much larger than you, practically twice your size. But you molded yourself against him perfectly.

You nod your head yes, and a hushed sound leaves his lips. With soothing motions, you start to trace the tattoos on his fingers. Admiring the beauty of the ink against his skin. The different shades of color that will be apart of his body forever.

He only pulls you closer as you unbutton his suit jacket. Wasting none of the time you have with eachother, you start to undress him.

Don't get me wrong, you love Kenshi in a suit but what lies beneath is even better. He lets you get rid of his clothing. His suit jacket tossed to the side, and you get to work on his dress shirt.

He's used to being quiet around others. But not you. As your hands slide across his chest, he's letting out small gasps and his breath is uneven. Your touch is thrilling to him.

Gently, you lace your fingers together with his. Kenshi lets you guide him to your shared bedroom, his shirt hanging halfway off his body. It's intimate, perfect for him.

His shirt just eventually falls off. And that leaves you with a gorgeous sight. You guide him to the middle of the room, and you step back.

Kenshi's back is turned to you. Fully tattooed arms by his sides, fingers drumming against his slacks that sit low on his hips. The tattoos that'd been inked into his skin since forever only cover his arms, and shoulders. Skin bare in the spot between his shoulder blades, as well as down his spine. The small of his back isn't inked either. Just his arms and shoulders.

The swordsman figure is muscular, to say the least. Built up muscle from fighting really just helps him look that much more handsome. Kenshi has some great muscle definition, as if he was carved from marble. So many different grooves and lines for your fingers to eagerly follow.

And you do let them eagerly follow. You start to trace your fingers across his tattoos, pressing your face against his back. Your nails gently dig at his skin, following the lines easily. You've done this probably over a thousand times.

Every touch from you draws out a reaction from Kenshi, each time you touch him is just that much better. He cannot get enough of you.

Kenshi's head tips back, and he lets out a needy groan as you scratch between his shoulder blades. He loves it. So much so that he presses himself into your hands.

His hands are twitching, his fingers clutching the waistline of his slacks. Kenshi's figure towers over yours, his hands massive compared to yours.

You let your hands drag along his skin as you make your way to his front. Nails teasing past scars from fights he's been in. You lean closer, lips kissing at the tattoos of clouds across his collarbones. As you press yourself against him, you feel something against your tummy. You look down.

He is rock fucking solid.

It draws a gasp from your lips every single time. How big he is, of course. His bulge presses against his slacks, making a very obvious tent in its wake. Never one to pass up an opportunity to tease him, you start to trace his bulge with your nails.

That brings out a needy groan from him. Kenshi pulls himself closer to you, pressing himself against your palm.

"Please, sweetheart. You know what I want." Kenshi purrs with a low tone, a bit of a plea than anything.

Slowly, he starts to grind himself against your palm. Precum stains the fabric of his boxers. He could care less, to be honest. If that means your hands are on him, so be it.

Kenshi reaches down to you, putting both of his palms on your cheeks. The rough pads of his fingers feel at your face, your soft skin that he loves so much. He even pinches your cheek a bit, rolling your skin between his fingers just to tease you.

Your fingers start to undo his slacks. Unhooking the metal clasp. Unbuttoning them, pulling the zipper down with familiar motions. You've done this a million times.

Even you undressing him could make him cum. He loves how delicate you are with him, even though you know he can take it rough. He loves you so much for that.

Another pretty gasp falls from Kenshi's soft lips as you take his cock out of his boxers. Precum is smeared across his flushed tip, that's how excited you make him.

You just hold him in your hands for now. Feeling his cock twitch in your grasp. Your free hand teases him, fingernails running along his happy trail. The veins on his cock are tender, you love to use that against him. The pads of your fingers start to slowly massage his veins.

Kenshi starts to move his hips, thrusting into your hand. Curses fall from his mouth, under his breath while he pleasures himself. You just get him so hot, how couldn't he?

His hands find your shoulders, sliding down so your bare chest. The swordsman knows your body so well. Committed every inch of your skin to memory.

The tips of his fingers find your nipples pretty quickly. With the touch of an expert, he teases you back. Rolling your tender flesh between his fingers. Kenshi only moves closer to you while he thrusts his hips.

The swordsman buries his face in your hair. He loves how it feels against his skin, like silk against him. Kenshi is big on texture, and just everything about you is wonderful against his hands. Your smooth skin and soft hair makes him go crazy.

The loves the way your hands feel so much more. Another groan is drawn out from his pulled open hips as you slowly start to tease his head. Rubbing the pad of your thumb over his slit, smearing his cum on his flushed tip. Your fingers squeeze around him, them release so he's grinding against the palm of your hand.

The urge to still his hips in their wake and make him plead to move is a very, very tempting one. Have you ever seen a pretty man cry? You should. Because Kenshi looks so pretty when he's on the verge of tears from overstimulation.

So you do as you want. You put a hand on his hips, and he instantly stops his movements. Kenshi knows what to do, what you want.

"Please, sweetheart. I've been thinking of this all day, please don't take it away." Kenshi begs, almost a whine in his voice.

You stop him anyways. Holding his cock in your hand, cum leaking from his tip. Kenshi lets out a groan as your nails trace along the inked skin of his cock. Tracing the lines over and over against sends electric pulses straight to his dick. He loves it, he can't get enough.

"Please, I wanna eat you out you so, so bad sweetheart. I wanna make you feel good." He says with that familiar, low tone. Kenshi is getting close to his breaking point.

You agree. You want him to touch you back.

And God does he.

Kenshi wastes no time in kicking off his shoes, and the slacks that were around his ankles. He knows you're naked, he can feel all of your skin against him.

Every hair on your body, every blemish, every inch of perfect exterior makes him harder. Kenshi tugs you to the bed, pushing you back onto the silky, red sheets.

Kenshi's hands trace along your body as he pants softly. You're like one giant ball of sensory delight for him. He loves how your thighs twitch in his fingertips wake. He loves you, so very much.

I mean, that expensive ass ring on your left hand proves that. Kenshi treats you like royalty, you're literally everything to him. He gives you the best treatment.

Kenshi parts your thighs, lowering himself to the bed. Chest pressed against the mattress as he gets closer, hooking his fingers under your ass. He lifts your hips off the bed.

Slowly, he starts to lick at your folds. Tongue taking lazy flicks against your sensitive clit. He relishes in how you gasp. Kenshi wants to hear you get louder — no, he needs it.

He can taste your arousal on his tongue. The perfect, salty sweetness that he desires after a long day of work. Pleasing you is his favorite thing.

Kenshi works his tongue like a professional. If there was an award for eating out, he'd have it. While he teases your clit, two fingers of his start to slowly slide in and out of your dripping wetness. He groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. Sucking them back in every time he pulls them out. You sound so pretty, whining his name for him.

He could do this for hours, he has before. Laid between your thighs, just lapping at your juices while he fingers you nice and slow.

Kenshi can feel himself get harder as he eats you out. His hips rut against the mattress in lazy motions, cum smearing against the sheets. The silk against his already sensitive cock makes him moan, the vibration going straight to your clit as he seals his lips around it.

The swordsman starts to suck at your clit. The lower half of his face is soaked with your fluid. He likes it messy though, Kenshi doesn't mind a bit. His lips tease your cunt, his fingers pumping a bit faster.

You look sit up a bit to watch Loving how he looks between your thighs, so eager to have any contact with your heat. You thread your fingers through his hair, and you deliver a short tug.

It brings out a loud groan from his chest, the vibrations going straight to your pussy. Your thighs squeeze around his head, he isn't worried. Kenshi would die happy if you suffocated him while he toyed with you.

He swaps his fingers for his tongue. With his mouth open nice and wide, his skilled tongue starts to thrust in and out of your pussy. The pace isn't too fast, or too slow. More of a medium. It's his favorite to do with you. He doesn't want to drag it out too long, but he also doesn't wanna be done too fast. So he sets a healthy middle ground, but he's getting so close to cumming already.

You keep his hair in a constantly tight grip. Always tugging on it, grounding him and keeping him here. Your hips start to move against his tongue, grinding your pussy against his mouth. He groans at the feeling, satiating the deep desire in his heart.

Your thighs squeeze tighter, and his fingers grasp at the squishy skin of your legs. Kenshi can feel your pulse racing as he fucks your cunt, and that only makes him feel so much better. There's nothing Kenshi loves more than knowing that you're feeling good.

You tug on Kenshi's hair again, and he starts to rut his hips faster into the bed. His cock trapped against his stomach and the mattress, no choice but to pleasure himself.

You can feel yourself right on the edge, and Kenshi knows you are. He can tell by how you pull his hair tighter and tighter, how your hips grind faster.

Your back arches up off the mattress, hips staying in places as he clamps them down. Arousal fluid spills out from your pussy as you cum, yet he can't get enough. Kenshi greedily laps up every single drop, swallowing and groaning as he starts to cum himself.

His hips work faster as you cum, and he can feel his release. The tightness in his stomach overwhelming, the warmth too much to bare. Kenshi cums against the sheets, his sensitive head flushed a pretty pink. His groans against your cunt as he finishes is very, very stimulating.

It only prolongs your orgasm. Keeps you in a state of bliss, your body shaking more.

Kenshi keeps his hands on your hips, and he pushes himself closer. The swordsmans hands trace up your body, eventually finding your cheeks. He cups your beautiful face, his thumbs brushing against your warm cheeks.

"You're amazing." Kenshi mumbles, his tone sweet as he speaks with that gruff voice that you love to hear. He leans down, placing a kiss against your forehead.

It doesn't take him long to pull you close, his chest pressing against his back as he lays with you. Kenshi nuzzles his nose into the side of your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you.

Your fingers trace along his tattoos again.

He can't get enough of the feeling

[boykombat]

Bi-Han, "Me, and Me Alone."

Description: Being the Grandmaster meant that Bi-Han got what he always wanted. He enjoyed this power. So when that was threatened by one of your friends from Earthrealm, he has to put you in your place. Just to make sure you really know who you belong to.

Tags: creampies, jealousy, possessive nature, corruption, hair pulling, biting, light blood play, incorrect use of cryomancey.

words: 2.2k

other things: needy, jealous bi-han... I'm evil.

bi-han make up your mind and stop being a weiner challenge

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It was hard for Bi-Han to say he hated you when you looked so perfect shaking under him.

He didn't hate you, but he didn't love you either. You had some sort of a subordinate-master relationship with him. Despite that confusing fact, you were his, everyone in the Lin Kuei knew it without it being said.

Maybe the muffled, echoey cries of his name from his chambers gave them the idea. Who knows?

Bi-Han just hates the fact that he's never had any one like you before. How you so easily fold under his harsh control, how soft and sweet your moans are as he delivers cruel punishment with an iron fist.

He relishes in how sweet you are. Bi-Han can't help but be addicted at the feeling of corrupting you, one day at a time. Yet, corruption wasn't what it was all about, of course. It intrigued him how you took to his punishments without a second thought.

That fact meant that you were on his mind a lot, at the most inconvenient times. Flashes of you choking on his cock while he fucked your throat would stress him out throughout the day, and it made him very very hard to be around (literally). So, no wonder he lost his temper around. He'd get snappier at others, even at you sometimes.

Despite his cool, stern exterior.. seeing you genuinely get upset if he snapped at you made him upset. Bi-Han genuinely wanted to take the time to be responsible and explain his faults.

But he also just wanted to cup your pretty face in his palm, while he relentlessly thrusted into your pussy without a second thought any time you pouted at him.

Not that he'd ever tell you that, though.

Bi-Han would never admit to anyone that has as horny as he actually is. Maybe he considers a weakness. But know that when he has you at any chance, he wants you right then and there.

If you were sparring with him and you mess a move up? Bi-Han is fucking you into the mat until you can't even say his name any longer.

But what gets him the most is when people flirt with you. Even though Bi-Han has never put a label on what you both have going, he considers you his by proxy considering how many times he's stuffed his cock inside of you.

And he absolutely hates sharing his favorite toy.

People being more.. friendly towards you makes his blood freeze. Nearly literally sometimes. Bi-Han almost feels like either freezing the offender to death in an instant, or taking you to his quarters and filling you up until you can't walk.

He's the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, are you really gonna refuse him?

You'd recently had to befriend a group of Earthrealmers to help with some great deal in "saving the realms". Bi-Han could care less about their cause.

But when one of them draped his arms around your shoulders, and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.. The cryomancer nearly lost his shit. Bi-Han's face immediately hardened, and he grabbed your shoulder.

Bi-Han pressed you to his chest, sending a low growl to the Earthrealmer. He put on his angriest face, an icy expression as his eyes bore into the other mans.

You're oblivious to the flirtation from your new earthrealmer friend. You're also confused at Bi-Han's overprotective attitude. Bi-Han hates that man who dared to even look at you, and he wants you more than anything.

And he always gets what he wants.

That's how you got into your current situation.

Bi-Han slides his icy fingers down your spine, his cock buried to the hilt in your slick sex. He keeps you on your stomach, not even hands and knees. A hand is clutching your hip, keeping you flush against his hips.

He loves how greedy you are, how you take him so well. Being a cryomancer means he's so cold all the time. But your warm, wet pussy is all he wants at the end of the day. How you drip just from one round makes him go feral.

Your fingers clutch at the mattress, lips pulled open as you moan so sweetly for him. His name being coaxed from your lips with every push of his cock inside of you.

Bi-Han leans down, his chest pressing against your back. His hands find the space just above your shoulders, and the cryomancer pins you against the mattress. His silk sheets bring a softness to the scenario you find yourself in.

"Who do you belong to?" He barks in your ear, his tone rough and angry.

You can't respond, but you both know the answer. Bi-Han, and Bi-Han alone. He knows that you know by how you try to say his name, only to be interrupted by him hitting your spot by snapping his hips forward again.

"Repeat that?" The Grandmaster taunts with a sadistic smile.

His grip moves to your hair, roughly tugging on the strands to lift your face from the mattress. His lips curl in satisfaction at the drool running down your chin from him fucking you so good. There's even a drool spot on the sheets, how adorable.

The cryomancer pushes your shoulders down, his fingernails starting to dig back into your soft skin. The loud sound of wet skin against wet skin starts to fill the space again as he drills his thick cock into you without a second thought.

Your face pushes against the mattress due to him pushing your head down as he works his hips forwards and backwards. The hand in your hair squeezes the strange, your hair curled around his digits.

Bi-han's cum is already spilling from you. Hes finished twice, you haven't got to finish once. You're literally dripping down onto the silk sheets below, arousal fluid racing down your thighs.

He really won't let you cum unless he's in a really good mood. A tool for his pleasure at the end of the day.

Not that you minded, of course. Out of everyone in the Lin Kuei, he came to you to let out his sexual frustration. It was an honor, in a weird way.

As if by magic, your voice became the way Bi-Han loved hearing it. So soft and so vulnerable.

Bi-Han looked down at you, but he didn't let you go from his grip just yet. The anger still on his face as he fucked you relentlessly.

You cry his name out, your voice shaking with pure pleasure. It's a sound that brings him joy. There's a soft, pink blush dusting across his cheeks. A lazy, sadistic grin stretched onto his face as his head tilts back.

Bi-Han keeps you on his stomach so you can't see that face on him though.

"No one is allowed to even have a hint of closeness to you, you are mine." He growls into the open air, his thrusts picking up.

Needy whines draw from your mouth, and you can feel yourself getting closer to your breaking point. After trying to hold back, you no longer can.

That pressure in your stomach builds until you end up finishing, liquids sliding across your skin and onto the mattress.

Bi-Han knew you were gonna finish, does that mean he stops fucking you? Of course not. His cock continues to pound against your spot over and over without mercy.

A groan leaves his throat, and he tugs your head up from the mattress. Your hair in his tight grip, causing your neck to crane. He lifts your eyes just enough so you can see yourself in the mirror.

"Look closely. Look at how pathetic you are. Desperate for my cock, aren't you?" He growls, his icy tone faultering as another groan escapes him.

And your eyes do meet the reflection. He's behind you, a cold sweat rolling down his skin. His hair is tied back, strands falling out as he ruins you completely. Bi-Han's frame is so much larger than yours.

Rougher, and rougher. Harder, faster. He unleashes his pent up rage on his body by pushing you further. He doesn't care that you're overstimulated, you both love the electric feeling.

You're so wet and warm, it's making him act more out of control than usual. Bi-Han can feel your pussy already leaking with his seed from the multiple orgasms under his belt with just the session.

But the sensation of fucking you senselessly as the sound of his cum lubricating your cunt for him is making him needy. And Bi-Han is never needy.

It's the jealousy making him feel this way. More.. primal. There's a deep urge in his very being that he needs everyone to see that you belong to him.

Bi-Han swiftly flips you on his back, and you can see his face much better. He's panting, and you can see that your wetness has him in pure ectasy compared to his usual cruel demeanor.

His hands find your thighs, the cold tips of his fingers making goosebumps run though your body. Bi-Han leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He takes an inhale, a groan leaving his mouth upon smelling the scent of your perfume.

It doesn't take him long to part your thighs and get back into it. Bi-Han's hands pin your thighs to the mattress, his half-lidded eyes watching as he pushes his cock into your needy cunt.

He watches as over and over, he pounds into you. It's a rush watching his cock disappear in and out of you. With every thrust, comes an uneven breath from his lips.

Bi-Hans lips attach to your neck. He suckles at your skin to start. Lips making a seal against your supple skin, slowly bruising it. His teeth press against your skin, a cold bite to them.

After a quick 5 second debate with himself, the cryomancer uses more force with his jaw in this one specific spot.

There's a sharp pain in your neck, but it's such a good feeling. A stinging sensation. The tingles from it go straight down to your clit, making it throb harder. A masochist, he'd helped you discover that one.

His teeth dig at your neck, his K-9's breaking the skin. A groan leaves his mouth, muffled against you. Using a small amount of his cryomancey, he freezes just a bit of your blood under your skin. Just where he bit.

It causes a heavy stinging sensation to jump out from your neck, the suddenness making your back arch as a needy moan comes from your lips.

"Mine. You're gonna see these marks and they're going to know who owns you." He practically purrs into your neck, making those freezing bites all over.

He could do this for hours. And he does.

All of the feelings are too much. Him relentlessly fucking you, his bites against your neck, the tugging of your hair. It's enough to send you both over the edge.

"Fuck, just like that.." Bi-Han purred into your ear, his lips stained with your crimson blood. You do your best to inform the Grandmaster that you were due for an orgasm at any second, but your voice gives out.

Bi-Han can feel how wet you are as you squirt for the second time. He loves the feeling, knowing only he can make you feel this way. Your body shakes and trembles with pure pleasure, those pretty eyes of yours rolling into your skull. He lived to see how much of a desperate slut you could be for him.

It was too much for him to handle. His hips thrash wildly, his pace uneven. Bi-Han delivers a harsh tug to your hair as he cums inside of your pussy for the last time for the night. His head tilts back once more, an ectasy laced groan leaving his lips.

Cum is smeared all over the insides of your thighs and stomach. The sheets are definitely ruined, but nothing can match the raw passion he gave here.

As much as Bi-Han can pretend he doesn't like you, that he hates your guts, he truly loves being in them. He can't bring himself to truly believe that he hates you.

Your body is twitching under him again, a sight he could never get tired of. The Grandmaster pulls his cock out from your pussy, and he groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He lets go of the grip on your hair, and he lays next to you.

He doesn't immediately walk away like usual. With a couple quick movements, he pulls your head to his chest.

"Just don't talk to your Earthrealmer acquaintance again." The cryomancer mutters.

You're still in a daze, but you nod your head yes slowly. A lazy chuckle falls from his lips, and he puts a hand in your hair. His fingers begin to gently massage your tender scalp.

"Mine." Bi-Han growls softly.

It brings a smile to your face. He shifts, burying his face into your neck. Cold breaths fan across your skin as he cozies up to your warm body. Bi-Han pulls you closer, secretly relishing in your body heat.

Bi-Han's lips kiss your tender bites, his lips rough against your softness. Just as he liked. Feeling your soft hands against his calloused skin just reminded him of how fragile you are compared to how he is. The Grandmaster loves having that power over you.

He could stay like this for hours.

Maybe one day he'll admit it, though it won't be today

[boykombat]

Syzoth - Reptile, "Needy Lover"

Description: Syzoth wasn't really used to the touch of another person. You, on the other hand, relished in physical attention. You were needy, you loved having his hands on you. But, it was his mating season, which made it much harder. The Zaterran was going crazy for your touch. He absolutely couldn't handle himself, or hold back any longer. Just your scent made him hard, who was he to not indulge himself?

tags: cream pies, grinding, double penetration, claiming, marking, cock warming.

words: 2.3K

reader is fem!

notes: in this, syzoth's human form has two dicks, as well as claws and his tail..

yeah I got real evil, I wrote this high as fuck.

🐊 Enjoy! 🐊

Touch wasn't something that the Zaterran was used to. Never used to such a needy lover, — well at least as needy as you are.

So when you sit on his lap in public, purposely grinding your ass back onto him because you just "can't wait", it's easy for him to get excited.

Always so needy for him, no matter what. Every circumstance where you could grind against his body for your own pleasure, you took.

And Syzoth loved when you did. He loved when you'd sit on his knee, your thighs spread just that tiny bit so he could feel your wetness through your panties. It made him even harder when you'd slowly "adjust yourself", grinding your needy cunt against his leg.

But his favorite thing is when you grind your wetness against his tail. Your dripping sex pressed against his already sensitive scales is enough to make him go wild for you.

Syzoth lets out a low groan, his tail laid out against his thigh. Your wet heat slowly sliding against his scales, your thighs being held open by his massive hands. Claws gently biting at your skin, threatening to scratch at your plush legs at any moment.

The Zaterran can feel your fingers sifting through his brown locks, and he can't help but shiver with delight with how your fingernails massage his scalp.

There's practically hearts in his eyes when you look back to meet his gaze. Syzoth's pretty, pink lips pulled open as quiet groans push out from his frame.

One of his hands drags from your thigh up to your hip. Syzoth begins to rock your body forward with his strength. His tail twitches, pushing up against your cunt more.

The texture of his scales is bumpy against your clit. Your arousal against the rough texture lubrates it to be a smoother ride, leaking just from grinding against him.

Syzoth can feel his cocks twitch in his pants at the site of your ass rocking back against his tail. Already rock hard, getting so much harder when he hears your desperate moans.

He's had you on his lap for an hour. Sometimes he'll hold your legs open with his powerful hands, letting the end of his tail tease your pussy. Flicking it at your clit, and he loves the wet noises it makes. How your slick arousal shines against his tail.

And that's exactly what he decides is his best course of action is in the moment.

Syzoth lifts you up, sliding his tail out from under you. In just a couple quick movements, you find yourself pinned against his body. Back firmly pressed into his chest, thighs pulled open.

Syzoth lets out a low, almost feral growl into your ear as he grinds his bulges into your ass.

Your eyes flick down, to see his tail prodding at your pussy. He can't even wait for you to take off your panties, he just slides them to the side. The very tip of his tail starts to alide between your lips. It flicks against your cunt briefly, just as his tongue starts to lap at your throat.

Its almost addicting how his forked tongue plays with your tender skin, slowly rolling it between his muscular tongue.

The way you sound drives him crazy. Needy, pretty moans fall from your lips as he slowly pushes the end of his tail into your sex. The squelching noise paired with the sensation of you clenching around him makes him let out a low groan into the back of your neck.

His cocks twitch in his pants again. Syzoth can feel the precum leaking from his tips, wanting the warmth and wetness of your pussy so badly.

"Please, I need to be inside.." He hisses against your ear. His hands grip at your thighs, pulling them open further.

As soon as you whimper out a needy "fuck yes", he moves with a haste. The tip for Syzoth's tail pushes into your slick sex, and he lets a whimper out as he slowly starts to thrust it in and out.

He lives for how your body trembles with every push and pull. Every gasp, every single whine that comes from you makes his blood feel boiling hot, some how.

Syzoth's sharp teeth press against the supple skin of your neck. A sharp breath is pulled into your body as his tongue massages your skin, his lips sealing around in a circle as the lizard starts to suckle at you.

He'd always had a thing for marking what's his, of course. There wasn't a way you were gonna make it out of his clutches without hickies and bites.

It's just how he was. Syzoth has literally fucked you using both cocks over and over just from seeing his marks against your hips and throat.

Your lover adores you even more when he can see his cum leaking from you. God, he wishes he could cum inside you all day.

He just doesn't want to hurt you, taking both of his cocks in your holes did get overstimulating pretty quickly.

Syzoth grinds himself up against your ass, his tail fucking your dripping cunt faster and faster. He can't stop the groans that leave his lips, you just feel too good against him.

You continue to push your hips back, thrusting your ass against his crotch while he's fucking you. Harder you push, the harder he marks your neck.

Syzoth's claws start to scratch at your hips as he thrusts his cocks against your ass. He can feel the precum staining his boxers, and he's not sure how much longer he can handle your warm ass on his lap.

So, he comes up with a solution. With a swift motion, he hooks his arms under your thighs. He slowly slides his tail from you, and he lifts his hips a bit.

The tip of his tail slides into his pants, and he tugs them down quickky. As he's undressing, he's sliding his tongue against your neck. He loves the way your breath hitches.

He lifts you a bit higher up, and he shimmy's out of his boxers. Syzoth has a lazy grin on his face, pressing his cheek against your shoulder as he slowly lowered you down onto his now bare lap.

The end of his tail scoops up the precum from his tips. Almost immediately, syzoth gets to work. He takes his lubricated tail, and he slowly starts to stretch your hole.

Syzoth spreads his legs a bit, pulling yours open with his. He puts a free hand on your hip as the tip of his tail slowly thrusts in and out of your hole.

Always so clingy, so he reaches around you, letting his massive forearm rest on your v-line. With skilled fingers, the Zaterran starts to fuck your pussy.

There's nothing more he loves than how wet he can get you. As he learned from stories about your ex lovers, they never got you as wet as he did.

You'd never been with an outworlder before, either. Syzoth opened you up (literally) to a whole other sexual dimension.

Did you really think you were gonna be bent over, taking two of his cocks at every chance he gets during his mating season? Or that your boyfriend would be cumming in your ass and pussy to "claim" you?

Did you even think that your future boyfriend would have two cocks? Or that he tended to be more animalistic in nature, that he'd come with a natural possessiveness? That he'd fuck you until the bed was sticky with his cum, spilling out from both of your holes after another person flirted with you in public?

Because Syzoth did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

He's so talented with his fingers. Makes sure to take his time and fuck your pussy good, hits that spot that makes your belly warm with every single push.

He could edge you for hours like this. Fingering your wet sex, slowly sliding the tip of his tail in and out of your tight ass. Pretty groans and whines fall from his lips as he grinds his cocks against you.

Syzoth stretches your holes for nearly 30 minutes, until he determines that you're ready for both of his cocks.

He lifts you up, feeling your body tremble and shake from all of the stimulation so far. You hadn't been able to cum yet, it felt like your nerves were just on fire. Your tummy felt warm, your limbs akin to jelly.

Slowly, he lowers you onto him. A cock pushing into your pussy, the other pushing into your ass. His hips push up until he's to the hilt with both of them.

If Syzoth was anything, it was huge. Two, giant cocks. He didn't look like he'd be packing, but lord he is.

The look of shock and arousal on your face when you undressed him for the first time is engraved in his mind. Or the first time you sucked his cock off, while jacking off the other. How he came all over your chest and in your mouth. Nearly suffocated with how he shoved his cock down your throat while snapping his hips against your mouth over and over.

He apologized profusely afterwards, the heat just gets the best of him at times.

Speaking of the heat, Syzoth cannot get enough of your body warmth. As someone cold blooded, he's always looking for higher temperature. It's always like heaven when you cock warm him. The way you squeeze around him, your pussy dripping with hot, sticky arousal fluid. How he uses his precum as lube to fuck your ass as he fills your pussy. He loves seeing his cum sliding down your thighs after he's ruined you.

Zysoth lets out a louder groan as he guides your hips up and down. Slowly pulling himself in and out of your holes, loving how the warmth travels with your movements.

He loves feeling your holes clench around him. It makes it so much tighter, and hotter. He loves stuff you with his cocks, rutting into you with reckless abandon.

When it comes to your heat, he isn't as patient as he is when he's doing something like eating you out. He loves the feeling and taste of your sex on his tongue, though.

Syzoth notices how you seem to only get wetter as you cock warm him, and he brings that to be an advantage.

He relaxes his back against the couch, his hands resting on your thighs. Pretty green eyes gazing up at your face as he's panting unevenly.

"Please.. I can't hold back anymore. I need to fuck you properly, please." He begs of you, his hands shaking against your body.

You nod your head yes, this was a new development. Normally Syzoth was slow and deliberate about having sex. Always teasing you and edging you for hours.

Now he's acting like an eager puppy.

Or an eager lizard.

Nonetheless, he hasn't been able to keep his hands off you. His thoughts have been racing with dirty scenarios. Syzoth has been catching himself day dreaming about drilling you in front of anyone who was romantically interested in you, showing them who you belong to. Or fucking your ass for hours, grinding your clit with the tip of his tail.

His jealousy has spiked recently, it didn't really make sense. He's literally growled at Cage, the natural flirt that the two of you both knew.

But it clicked as he starts to fuck into you faster, and harder. You've caught him touching himself in the shower, or with one of your shirts clutched in his hands while he uses his tail to jack himself off, and so much more.

That means it's his mating season, he's almost constantly horny.

He's always been careful about distancing himself during mating season so he doesn't hurt you. It seemed different this time.

Syzoth speeds up, moaning right into your ear. The sound of wet skin against wet skin occupies the space between you.

Then you feel it. The burn deep in your gut, white hot jolts running through your body. Your back arches against Syzoth's chest, your fingers gripping his biceps as you start to squirt.

He doesn't dare to stop fucking you during your orgasm. Syzoth pounds your holes relentlessly, his tail thrashing around as he gets closer and closer. He tilts you forward a bit, and stops lifting you up and down. Instead, he brutally thrusts up into you. Hitting that good spot in both places with the same rhythm.

You can feel a bit of his cum inside of you already. Strong arms shake as he keeps you upright.

"Please, let me cum inside of you. I need you to be mine." He whimpers into your ear.

As you're nearly about to finish again just from his rough pleasure, you nod your head yes.

That's all the confirmation he needs, and Syzoth pumps you full of his thick, almost syrupy white cum. His tongue flicks out as his eyes roll backwards in his skull.

Roughly, he fucks you through until he eventually pushes your hips down onto him, really just to milk his cock as you squeeze yourself around him for the second time.

The way you push yourself back onto him only makes it better. How your fingernails scratch at his skin while he cums deep inside of you.

He wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his cheek against the middle of your shoulder blades.

The lizard breathes in your scent. The smell of sex against your skin, the sweat and your perfume mixing is an intoxicating concoction to him.

You feel him harden inside of you just from your scent. Syzoth's cum is dripping from you, you've both made a mess.

You're sweaty, happy, and filled to the brim. You couldn't think of a world where this wasn't perfect for you.

Slowly, he starts to thrust his cocks inside of you again. The mess from the last round only making the wet sound louder. It makes you more slick as you grow to be looser. And he loves it.

It's his mating season, do you really think he's gonna be done after you've cum only twice?

[boykombat]

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