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Animal Attraction

Havik x reader (song fic)

“Animal Attraction” - She Wants Revenge

WC: 2400

CW: mentions of cheating, licking, biting, smut, oral (f and m recieving), Havik is the warning

You sit at your vanity, ring light shining across your face in the dark room. Holding your face in your palm you pick up your phone. Waiting. Waiting for your lousy boyfriend to call, hell, even text you. (He does this all the time. He’s probably off with another girl. . . again.)

That's it, you thought. You had had enough of your lousy man’s behavior. Leaving you lonely on a prime night like this. You’d like to live a little, and live a little you shall.

The night was full of energy and you knew of the best way to spend it: The Club.

“Dirty fishnets, bright red lips. My favorite kind.”

Getting dressed, you feel oh so bold. Deciding to wear your favorite black skirt. You have on a low rise top you’re sure will turn heads. Pairing the outfit with your torn up fishnets, heels, and your accessories, you can’t help but feel you're missing something. Your eyes fall upon the bright crimson red lipstick you bought. Mouth raising into a grin, you grab the makeup and swipe it over your plush lips. (Oh yes. He’d hate this look. Perfect.) Your thoughts cause you to smile so sinister.

Stepping out from behind the counter, you walk over to the full length mirror. Glamor and stunning could do no justice to describe the way you looked tonight. You haven’t felt this good in a long time. Nothing and no one will prevent you from having a good night of fun. Thus, you turn your phone off and slip it into your purse as you strut out the door.

“See you walkin’ across the floor. You caught my eye.”

Arriving at the club, you step out of your car and take a deep breath in. The anticipation for what the night may hold keeps the peep in your step fresh. You walk into the club and go straight for the bar. It can’t be helped, it’s been too long since you’ve had a drink or two.

Sipping on your beverage of choice, you decide to head to the dance floor. (Drinking alone doesn’t make the night great. I need to dance.) Your favorite songs come on and all you can think of is the beat, your drink, and how much you needed this night.

While you were walking over to the crowd, you didn’t seem to notice a certain someone’s eyes following your every move. You could feel someone watching you, so you glanced around until you found the mystery man.

The lower half of his face was disfigured, which took you by surprise, but not afraid of it. He wore a half unbuttoned shirt and some jeans that look a little worse for wear. He knew you were checking him out, and he wasn’t shy about anything. (This could be fun.) You made one last show of eying him then sent him a smirk with a look that says ‘keep your distance, but not too far.’

He dragged his tongue across his teeth as you disappeared into the crowd. Taking your implicit directions as a challenge. He would wait for you to come around, but he couldn’t help but go just a little closer. He got up from his seat in the booth, slowly making his way over to the people dancing the night away.

You dance your way through the crowd, just biding your time before he inevitably follows you. Looking back to find him, you see he isn’t where he was before. (He was quick, where did he go so fast?) Your question was soon answered when you bumped into someone behind you. You sun around only to be met with the very man you were looking for.

You gave him a sultry look. “Well, that was fast. Couldn’t stay away from me for long, hmm?” You leaned in closer until your bodies were almost touching while swaying to the music. He gave a dry chuckle, and bent closer to your ear. “How could I not when you’re looking at me with that fire in your eyes.” It was then he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

He looked at you like he could eat you up then and there. You knew who you were taking home that night. You only gave him a matched gaze and said, “This fire burns more than you think.” You feel the slightest shiver go down his spine. “I think I’ll take my chances with a woman like you.” His face contorts into what seems like a smirk. His eyes seem to pierce right through you, and that little blaze of heat goes straight to your gut.

“Before I knew it and despite the voices in my head, somehow I found myself inside of your car.”

You bite your lip lightly as you feel up his muscular arms. A million thoughts were racing through your head. You thought of how your boyfriend would react if he found out, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about him. All you wanted was a good night with the strange but alluring man in front of you. “Then let’s get out of here, hmm?” He could only start racing to the door with you. And before he knew it, he was already inside your car, with you speeding toward your apartment.

“I can’t see, it’s a sexual reaction.”

While you were driving, the man, whose name you learned to be Havik, couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He was dragging his hand up your skirt to rub you through your panties. He leaned over the center console to leave bite marks on your neck. You let out a slight moan for him, which seemed to egg him in even more. Not wanting to be the only one getting pleasure, you roughly gripped the visible bulge in his pants. Catching him off guard, he lets off a series of huffs and groans. You barely made it home with either one of you wanting to say fuck it and screw in your car.

“You and Me, it’s animal attraction. We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You felt utterly ravenous while getting out of your car. Both of you hurried up the steps to your door all the while he had his hands on you. He was grabbing your ass and licking hot breaths down your neck by the time you got the door open. He pulled you in through the door and harshly connected his teeth to your lips. You stumbled backward into your living room trying desperately not to fall as he pried his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding, but it felt oh so good, you couldn’t help but oblige.

When your foot hits the couch, you let go of the kiss. You fall, breathless, onto the couch. Not wanting to leave your mouth for too long, Havik follows suit. He heavily makes out with you to the best of his ability. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t have lips, you still love it either way.

You shift your weight so you can push him down to be underneath you. Straddling him, you go in for one final kiss. You make quick work of his shirt admiring all of his muscles and scars. You were curious how he got so many, but you were preoccupied at the moment. You suck kisses into his tattered jaw line slowly making your way down his body.

Kissing from his gullet to his navel, you finally look up to see the bold red kiss prints. You peer your eyes up at Havik with passionate eyes, and he can’t help but be desperate for more. You fiddle with the buckle on his belt trying to get his pants off. You finally get the zipper down and relieve some of the pressure on his tented bulge. Eyes widened in shock as you realize he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The look you gave was pure lust as you licked your lips in anticipation.

You grab the base of him and licked a long stripe up his shaft. He shivered while entangling his hand into your hair. You drag your tongue across the tip teasing him. He groans as you move your attention to his slit. You decide to throw caution to the wind and drop all the way onto him. His fist tightens in your hair making you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down with fervor. You want to be the sole reason this man comes undone tonight. After a few minutes your mouth is covered in your own saliva and his pre-release. He tried to wrap one of his legs around your back but you held his legs open in place. The tighter his hand became you knew he was getting closer to his release.

You suctioned your throat more and started humming around him. The vibrations went straight through him and up his spine. He simply couldn’t hold on anymore. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you all the way down on him as he came down your throat. You gagged as you hadn’t taken this much before. All you could do was swallow his release as best as you could as tears welled up in your eyes.

After holding you on him as he rode out his orgasm, he finally released you. You gasp for a deep breath as you feel what was left of him dripping down your mouth. Your makeup was smudged. Not worse than your lipstick which was smeared all over his thick cock. You let out a chuckle as you noticed his dazed expression. He pulls you down to him for another sloppy kiss. He could taste himself on you. He pulled away breathless as he swiped a finger up your chin, gathering himself on it. He brings it up to your lips and you make a show of sucking his finger clean.

“Slow it down now, the night is young and we still got time.”

You yourself couldn’t help but get turned on at the animalistic growl he let out. It excited you, and you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You sit up more to straddle him once again and grind down on his spent self. He raised his hand up to grope your breasts and almost ripped your shirt off to release them. He took one into his teeth and the other one in between his fingers, pinching at the soft flesh.

The way he covers you in bite marks felt like bliss. Wanting more, you grip his hair tightly and pull it back. You can see the spit dripping from his mouth. Biting your lip lightly, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t we take this back to my room?” He groans into your ear making you grind back down on his half-hardened length. “What’s the rush? We’re having such a good time right here aren’t we?” You do love a challenge to your command. “Call me crazy, but damn I’d like to get inside of your mind.” “Oh baby, you’ve been in my mind since I saw you.”

“But you don’t have the patience for the smallest conversation that would let me know the trouble ahead.”

“What’s the real reason you wanted fun tonight?” He grins at you while softly dragging his hands up and down your thighs. Now is not the time for small talk, you’re too hungry. You just grab him ‘round the neck and push your skirt against his jeans and say “I like to do my talking in bed.” You firmly grasp his throat. Seeing the positive reaction from him made you all the more impatient to get him into bed.

You push off of him and make your way to your bedroom. You wiggle your ass enticingly and start to undo your skirt and take off your shoes. He looks at you with animal attraction and quickly follows your lead, dropping his jeans as he goes. You make it to your door and turn around just in time to see him grab at you, just as he did earlier. You said “Dim the lights if you want some action.” And your command was followed. He turned down the lights until only the glimmer from your vanity mirror could be seen.

He tried to talk more but You told him “Keep your life story to yourself, let me show you how it’s supposed to be.” You told him “Why are we sitting here wasting time we could be underneath the sheets.” You told him “I don’t wanna be your friend, sorry if you're feeling hurt.” You sit back onto the bed and spread your legs to reveal your lace panties behind your fishnets. You told him “Baby you can shut up now, let me put that mouth to work.”

His gaze immediately falls to your clothed heat, he got the memo. He knelt down on the ground before you and ripped your fishnets to get immediate access to his goal. He rubbed his two fingers on your slit, making his way up to your clit. He gently teethed at your thigh in contrast to the way he tore your panties off. You gasp out at the sudden gust of cool air.

He gave you no time to react any farther as he attached his tongue to your slit. For having no lips, you dare say his enthusiasm makes up for it. The sounds he makes while slurping your dripping cunt are downright filthy. You throw your head back and your fingers into his hair. He inserts his finger into you while licking stripes and rubbing circles on your clit. You can stand the pleasure any longer. You push his face down farther into your pussy and cum all over his face.

As much as he needed to breathe, this was simply better. He felt himself grow impossibly hard at the feeling of your thighs crushing his face. He rutted into the floor to get some friction on himself. When you unclenched your legs, the sight before you was like heaven itself. Havik’s face is covered in your sweet release. You grab his chin and he almost falls into your grasp as you pull him up from the ground into a messy kiss. He had so much to say but only landed on “We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You shoved him down on the bed and grinded your soaked pussy on his rock hard cock. You could see how much he wanted you. It almost rivaled how much you wanted him in that moment. You simply said “This could be so dirty that it just ain’t right.” As you dropped down on him.

The End :3

AN: I need this man horribly. This is the product of a whole day of brainrot…

Did I draw art for this? Yes— here it is

Gyomei and a DTIYS on Insta-

Drunk Desires

Buggy x reader

WC: 2K

CW: DUB CON, somnophilia, drunk sex, cunnilingus, cum on stomach, p in v sex, buggy is kinda pathetic in this but i need him so bad it doesn't matter.

AN: I've been convinced to watch One Piece finally and I want that clown like my life depends on it.

The night was full of fun and excitement as you all celebrated another successful show. It felt like the drinks and laughs were endless. You’d surely feel the alcohol by the next morning. But for now all you wanted to do was dance to the music and poorly attempt to fight Cabaji. Which promptly landed you on your ass. You didn’t mind, at this point everything was funny to you. 

Eventually the night was drawing close to the end and you managed to down quite a lot of alcohol. You stumbled your way to what you thought were your dorms but managed to go the complete opposite direction. Ending up in front of your Captain’s quarters you entered without thinking. You thought nothing wrong as the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your shoes and nestle your head into the pillows. You breathe in the scent of the sheets noting that it doesn’t smell like yours but ultimately ignoring the fact that, no, this is not your bed, and you came in here by mistake. You fall asleep almost instantly having been worn out by this night's lively events.

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Buggy was pissed. He hated seeing you be that close to his subordinates. He didn’t drink that much but tonight he needed to take his mind off you having had a glass, or three, more than usual. He opened the door to his quarters, hoping to rub his frustration out and go to sleep. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the object of said frustration sleeping oh so soundly on his bed. 

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the way he moved forward towards you. He couldn’t help his hand reaching towards you, to grace your skin slightly with his touch. He couldn’t help the way your body was practically begging for him to take you. 

You were out like a light, not stirring one bit as his hands roamed up and down your legs. Even through the fabric of your pants he could feel just how toned your legs were from all the training for the shows. Shows you put on for him. He loved seeing you perform, absolutely entranced by the way you move. 

God you were perfect, made just for him. He always took what was his, even if it wasn’t his just yet. 

His mind was clouded by the liquor and his sheer need to remove the clothing between him and you. He reached up to unbutton your pants, slowly working them down so as to not wake you. He wants to take his time, savoring this moment, if only to think that he wouldn’t get another chance like this. 

He trailed kisses down your thigh as each inch of skin became more exposed. He pulled them off all the way and discarded them by your shoes you previously removed. His breath hitched as he saw the bright red underwear you wore. He removed his gloves, eyes never leaving your body. 

He reached his hand down to cup you clothed heat, gently rubbing. He tried to tell himself to stop, but the way your underwear became wet from his fingers removed all notion of that thought from his mind. While still working on you below, he reached his other hand up to sneak beneath your shirt. 

He straddled your waist as he used both hands to push up your shirt to reveal a matching cherry red bra. Who did you wear these for? I couldn’t possibly have been him, could it? He cupped your breasts from over your bra, circling his thumbs over your hardened buds. He froze as you slightly stirred in your sleep. Letting out a slight moan from the small pleasure he was giving you. 

The sweet noise went straight to his groin as he could feel himself growing harder by the second. He pulled down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He let himself be selfish if only for a moment by leaning down to suck on your hard nipples. His face paint smeared on your perfect skin, tainting your flesh. 

He switched his ministrations to the opposite bud, showing all of you his affection and hidden desires. He leaned back to shrug his jacket and hat off, then gently removed his gloves. His breath caught in his throat as his bare skin touched yours. His gaze turned upward and his eyes were transfixed on your lips. 

He pulled himself to hover over you, mouth hesitantly waiting above yours. Does he dare cross this line? He had already done this much to defile you, he may as well carry on. His lips gently attach to yours as he savors the sweet taste of you. The taste he could only dream of. He reaches down to play with your slick cunt again as he slips his tongue to swirl around your mouth. 

He felt your body twitch from the pleasure. He couldn’t help the way his pelvis ground down into your hips in response. He was mesmerized by the response your body was giving him. He released your mouth with a long spit trail connecting your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste you.

Roaming his hands down your disheveled, sleeping form, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His eyes never left your revealed cunt as he bent down to attach his mouth to your glistening lips. Licking a wet stripe up your pussy. He groans at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your heat. He dipped a finger into your entrance, testing the waters. 

He pumped his digit in and out at a slow pace, terrified that if you wake it will all be over. After he works a second finger in, he sucks gently on your clit, reveling in the way your body squirms beneath him. His self restraint is quickly slipping as he is losing himself in your sweet juices and soft moans you’re giving him. 

He feels your hips buck up to him, your breath catching ever so slightly. He knows you’re close to the edge and he quickened his pace to give it to you. He sent his detached hand to your mouth to cover your lips as you let out louder moans as you woke. His tongue kept circling around your clit, letting you ride your high as you came around his fingers. 

His thumb stroked your chin as his fingers entered your mouth, silencing you. You opened your teary eyes, the sheer pleasure from the orgasm waking you up. While still hazy from the alcohol, you absent mindedly suck on his fingers making him groan as he grinds into the mattress. 

You hum around his hand as you look down to see your clothes askew and the culprit below your hips panting like a dog gone into heat. He pulls your mouth to his before you could say anything that would indicate you didn’t want this. Not that you would have anyways, this is a dream come true to you. 

His wet muscle roamed around your mouth once more as he grabbed your chest. He pulled your waist to his as he thrusted his clothed erection against your naked form. Your mind still reeling from waking up to bliss couldn’t help but go along with him making out with you. 

You moan into his sloppy kisses as you card your hand through his long blue locks. He felt his knees grow weak with the desire growing between his legs. He looks to you, his want for you evident in his gaze as he trails his hands over your waist. He wants you to say it. He needs you to say it.

“Buggy, hah, please.” You beg for him, desperate to feel his hands on you again. You reach for his pants to undo the clasp holding them together. He lets a low whine escape as your touch feels like bliss on his hardened length. He lets you pull his erection from his pants and nearly collapses on himself at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to say it.” He says while grinding himself onto you. Letting his tip catch on your clit, you breathe out “Please fuck me, Captain.” Those words were all he needed to hear as he entered you. Barely being able to hold back his need to be fully inside of you now, he manages to work his way in to let you adjust. 

You let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in you to which Buggy promptly covers your mouth. “Mmmph, baby as much as I wanna hear you scream for me, you gotta promise to keep your voice down. Okay?” The words pained him as he wanted nothing more than to hear all the pretty noises you’d make for him. You nod despite his hand still covering the lower half of your face.

He gives a few experimental thrusts when he feels that you are adjusted to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts picking up the pace. He feels like he’s losing his mind as you clench around him the way you do. Your muffled moans like honey to his ears as you try desperately to stay quiet. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, the effects from the alcohol heightening your sensitivity. You pull him close to you as you breathe out into his neck. “Buggy, you feel so good.” The words made his heart soar until you added. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.” This made his heart sore.

The guilt from using you in your sleep, your most vulnerable state, crashed into him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes at how willing you’d give yourself to him in your dreams and he couldn’t even control himself around you. 

“Buggy ple--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He starts between thrusts. “I can’t control myself around you anymore.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I’ve needed you for so long, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He bent over to suck a dark mark into your neck as he reached a hand down to play with your clit once more. 

The knot in your stomach is quickly forming from the added pleasure, you feel yourself about to cum. 

“Buggy, I’m gonna cum.” You rushed your words, not knowing how much longer you can hold out for. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. No matter how much he wanted this, he still couldn't rid himself of the guilt quick enough. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I just need you so much. I-” 

His words were cut off as you spoke softly to him. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.” You quickly finished after those words, biting your lip to somewhat manage to stay quiet. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to throw him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out as hot ropes of his cum shot onto your exposed stomach and breasts. 

He collapsed on top of you, exhausted, only holding his weight up a little. His eyes shot to your face, desperately scanning for any signs of regret, anger, hatred, disgust, anything that would show how much you hate him now. But he found nothing. Only teary eyed love and a flushed face before him. One that was quickly growing more and more sleepy with each passing second. 

He held you in his arms as you relaxed, coming down from your high. Your head cradled in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your head as you drifted into the confines of sleep once more. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader (ch 2.5)

WC: 1500

CW: none, Raiden’s mini chapter

AN: sorry for the late chapter, college lmaooooo

All this changing back and forth from the realms is weird. You thought to yourself. As you all step foot back into Wu Shit, it is dark. It was 3:00 pm back in Outworld. I’m not going to be able to sleep. You sigh in mental exhaustion. Even though you yourself hadn’t fought anyone, the events of everything in the last 24 hours were crazy enough to wear you out.

You all give your last praises to Raiden before you all go to your rooms. You stretch your arms outward, walking through the quiet corridors to your room. You feel as though you’ve been wearing the same clothes for too long. The heat in Outworld was also pretty bad.

You make your way to the bathroom attached to your room, you grab some clothes from your dresser on the way. Setting your clothes on the sink counter, you start the shower water. You put your hand under the faucet, making sure it’s at the right temperature.

Once you decide it was warm enough, you undress and step into the awaiting water. You let out a sigh of pleasure as the warm water ran across your skin, soothing your sore muscles. Feeling the dirt and stress of the tournament wash away.

As you wash yourself, your mind wanders to the dreams you’ve been having. How you used to smile with your first friend. The bracelet on your arm a reminder that you would always be there for each other. You frown. Always be there for eachother. Dairou. You can’t help but think about where he is now. If you would ever see him again.

You scrub the downcast thoughts from your mind as you let your nails massage your scalp. Once you’ve finished in the shower, you dry yourself off and get dressed. You decide to wind down with a nice book. You pick out the novel of your choice from your shelf. You get comfy on your chair and pull a blanket up on your lap.

After a few pages, you decide you want some tea while you read. You put your bookmark on the page and set the book off to the side. You make your way out of your room, quietly down the halls toward the kitchen. You expected to be alone when you arrived at the kitchen, but to your surprise, you saw Raiden. It might be dark, but you can still make out his form in front of the stove top.

“It seems we both had the same idea.” You softly say, catching his attention. You turn on a small light. You see Raiden’s gentle smile as you walk toward the cabinet, grabbing your own mug. “Can you pour me a cup?” He nods and grabs the kettle to pour the boiling water in both your glasses.

“So, what are you doing up so late?” He asks as you both sit down at the table for a little chat. “I could ask you the same thing,” you remark. “I couldn’t sleep just yet. Too much excitement.” Hearing him chuckle, you knew he was the same way this evening.

“Yeah, I thought I would have been able to sleep, but I couldn’t manage.” He takes a small sip of his beverage. You stare at your glass, the dark colored liquid swirling around mesmerizing you.

“What was it like?” He stares at you, confused. You continue, “To battle those in Outworld.” He sets his cup down. “It was quite the challenge. Each fighter was incredibly skilled. Though, there were times I. . .” You gaze at him as he thinks about his next words. “I thought I was going to lose.”

This answer somewhat surprised you. You knew Raiden was a very strong fighter, he won the tournament to prove it. But you knew he was human like the rest of you, he had his doubts. He was not the oh so cocky Kung Lao or Johnny Cage. He was modest to a fault.

“Why did you think you were going to lose?” You ask. He seems contemplative. Like he is unsure himself why he thought that. “Everyone that I went up against had years on me. They had far more fighting experience than me, and I thought I wouldn’t be good enough to beat them,” he takes another sip of tea before continuing. “But I knew I had to win, to protect Earthrealm.”

You sigh at his answer. Why does everyone feel that they must shoulder the weight of the world? “Raiden, you might be Earthrealm’s champion, but you don’t need to shoulder the burden of protecting us all by yourself. In no lifetime, this one or the next, would we ever be disappointed in you needing us to help you.”

He seems to be staring at you, still registering your words. You tack on, “We’ve had each other's backs since day one, and we still do.” He seems to relax a little at your words of affirmation.

“I just thought people expected so much of me, that I had to be strong. That I had to do everything myself.” You put a hand over his comfortingly, “Rai, if I had known that being champion stressed you out so much, we could have chatted over tea a long time ago.” You chuckle, releasing his hand.

He lets out a small laugh with you, “I suppose you’re right. Thank you for letting me talk.”

“It’s absolutely no trouble, we can talk anytime you’d like.” As you finish your drink, you walk over to the sink to wash it and turn it over to let it dry. Raiden trails behind you to do the same. As you turn to return to your bedroom, you spot a figure with glowing eyes in the doorway.

“Lord Liu Kang,” you both bow, “We were just heading off to bed now.”

He looks at you both with a relaxed expression, but you can also see that he has something on his mind.

Sending this, you speak up. “Is there something you needed to say to us, Lord Liu Kang?” He lets out a small sigh, a small glimpse into the stress that plagues him.

“You never fail to read my mind.” His expression falls back into a more serious one. “Yes, if you would both sit back down, please.”

You and Raiden take your seats, somewhat anxious to know what he has to say.

“Y/N, I must send you and the others on a mission in Outworld. This will be dangerous, perhaps your biggest challenge yet. I need you to find a powerful sorcerer that may be corrupting the Royal House of Outworld from the inside.”

“How dangerous is this spellcaster? Surely he couldn’t be dangerous enough that you would need to send all of us?” You try to make light of the impending mission, but the look from Liu Kang says all you need to know. Extremely dangerous.

“With all five of us there, then I’m sure we will be fine.” You look confidently toward Raiden. “We will do just fine, Lord Liu Kang.” He agrees.

Liu Kang looked downward for only a moment, “Raiden, you will stay here.”

Well, you can’t say you were expecting that answer. “What? Why wouldn’t Raiden come with us?” You question. “Surely, our chances of success would be greater if he came with us.”

Raiden put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure Lord Liu Kang has good reason to make me stay. Let him explain before we jump to conclusions.” You calm down, and nod for him to continue. “Due to the Tournament, Raiden has become a popular face to those in Outworld. He would be too recognizable. The mission I am entrusting to you is one that requires your utmost discretion.”

You still look nervous. Liu Kang reaches across the table to put his hand over yours. His gaze is soft, but stern. “Y/N, you have been my student for many years. You have exceeded my greatest expectations for you, and you still continue to prove that you are strong,” your heart lightens at his words, not realizing how much you needed to hear them. “I believe that you and the others can accomplish this mission I’m giving you.”

The words he spoke seemed to have robbed you of yours. Those words hung in the air, permeating your mind. You steeled your nerves. “Lord Liu Kang, I will do everything in my power to make sure we succeed in our mission.” He looked pleased with your answer, “I won’t let you down.” Those words were perhaps more personal than you had intended, but he responded all the same.

You feel a little overwhelmed at the prospect of going on a dangerous mission. However, you mostly feel tired as you’ve stayed up all night. You go to leave and put you cup by the sink, Raiden following suit. As you leave the dining room, you swear you hear Lord Liu Kang say something.

“I know you won’t.”

"Fluids" - Michael Medrano

Reader x Nishitani x Majima

WC: 3.8 K

CW: HELLA SMUT, dub con but he's into it, Bisexual threesome (yes gay shit ensues), Nishitani is a warning in itself, biting, face riding, creampie, handcuffs.

AN: Hope you like it cus there's like no Nishitani content (I read it all)

Also this song fic turned out just to be by word association alone and not similar in vibes but its a banger song so yeah.

You desperately needed to get out of the house. All week long, your boyfriend has been stressing over his job managing the Cabaret Grand. He takes pride in his job, and it shows with how smoothly his place runs. However, even the Mad Dog of Shimano needs a break every once in a while.

You convinced him to take you to a club that wasn’t his for once. He figured he could do some management stalking while he was there, but you would try your best to get him to relax. You knew him, his past, what he deals with now. He needs one night to forget about his stressors for a bit. 

You lived close by to his run down place, so he frequented yours more often than not. He finished adjusting the cuffs on his shirt, a quarter of the buttons down showing the slightest hint of his tattoo that you adored. “You ready, Y/N?” You make your way into the main living space, putting on your earrings, humming a yes in response. 

His face may not change much, but you notice the way his eyes soften as they look at you. This can’t help but make you smile, lips catching the eye of your lover. Unbeknownst to you, they would catch the eye of someone else too. 

— — — — — — 

 You arrive at the club shortly, breathing in the scent of sweat and alcohol as the bouncer lets you pass. You and Majima take your seats at the bar and chat for a bit. It seems you two hardly have time to just bask in each others’ presence and exchange idle conversation. You sipping on your Piña Colada while he gingerly drinks a Tequila Old Fashioned. 

After finishing your first drink, you turn to your lover. “Maji, let’s go dance, we’ve been sitting for so long.” You give him a large smile as you pull his hands to lead him away from his stool at the bar. Shaking his shock at your boldness, he quickly recovers to grab you around the waist and lead you the rest of the way. 

You sway your hips in time with the rhythm of the song. You can’t help but laugh a little and Majima’s side stepping dance, waving his arms as he moves side to side. The next few songs went by in a blur as you kept dancing the night away. But you had this inkling that someone was watching you and your lover dance. You shook it off, thinking it must have just been your imagination or the drinks. 

Those drinks must have hit you like a train so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Majima kisses your cheek and states that he’ll be at the bar again waiting for you. You both go your separate ways. You almost reach the restroom, but not before a man in a fuchsia suit grabs you and spins you his way. 

I took this pretty girl to the dance floor, 

I took her boyfriend to the bar, kissed him a little more.

“Hey, pretty baby,” He seems oddly sober for how much he smells of champagne. “I seen ya with yer man over there. Do ya think he’d mind to share?” He grinned wider than you’ve seen before. He held your wrist which you firmly yanked out of his grasp. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Before you could step back, he grasped your chin and pulled you in for a wet kiss. Your eyes stay open in shock as you push him away. All he says is “You’ll know me soon enough Sweetheart,” as he walks off into the crowd. 

You bolt for the bathroom, locking the door behind you. “What the hell just happened?” Oh my god. Some prick just near made out with you in public. You turn on the sink so that you can get some cold water on your face. Maybe snap into reality and realize, no, that was not a joke of the mind, that just happened. 

You have to tell Majima, he’ll understand. Hopefully. You actually have no clue how he’ll react but you can explain yourself. Right?

As you walk back out toward the bar, you find a sight you never expected: Majima pinned to the bar top by the same man who just kissed you, making out with him as well. If you didn’t have hinges your jaw would be on the floor. What the actual fuck was going on?

Angry that this dude pulled the same stunt knowing he was your man had you pissed. You storm over to the two and rip the man off your lover.

“Ok prick, first you pull me off and kiss me knowing he’s my boyfriend, then you go and kiss him too?” You jab a finger into his chest, “Get lost!” The man you’ve yet to know the name of simply backs away with his hands up like he did nothing wrong. Yet he still had that devilish smirk on his face like this was expected, which confused you. You didn’t have time to contemplate his look as you took your stunned boyfriend’s hand. 

“We’re leaving Majima.” You march toward the exit of the club, mad that this random guy had put such a damper on your night. Majima had his hand on your back, keeping you grounded. You still felt those god awful eyes on you, and it seems Majima felt them too as you both turned around one last time. You see this mystery man grab another lover as he winks in your direction. You turn to make eye contact with the man next to you as you turn to leave for the night. 

— — — — — — 

Nishitani POV

After you two left, Nishitani took his usual seat at the bar and asked for his 3rd? No, 5th drink for the night. The bartender gave him his drink quickly. “Damn,” he shakes his head to himself. “Those two got me wavy like a Malibu Sunset.” He could still taste that coconut everytime he thinks of them. 

He swiftly finishes the glass, but before he could ask for another drink the bartender stops him. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He glared up like the question offended him personally. “No I don’t need no water, I’m not the fuckin driver.” But god did this Tequila get him faded. He’s got a blood chub coming on just thinking of the events from tonight. He wished those two were back in his sights so he could get with them more. But alas, he just might grab another lover. 

I don’t know what your name is,

or who you fucking came with,

Just want to get you naked.

— — — — — — — — — — 

Your POV

You and Majima were both pissed that you got felt up while trying to have a good time. Like who does this creep think he is? A few days went by and you developed complex feelings at the thought of this random stranger kissing you at random. Did you… like it? No that can be, you have Majima who shows you plenty of love when you want it. So why did this feel different? It makes your skin buzz thinking about it. 

You hated the mere possibility of enjoying that kiss, you felt like you’re betraying Majima. You couldn’t stand this, you had to tell him how you felt, if not just to be honest with him, but to be honest with yourself. 

Majima was sitting on the couch drinking a beer when you got home. These thoughts were eating you all day and the guilt must have been evident on your face as he called you over to sit with him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaving you to drop the mental bomb. You look down, not being able to face him. You have to say it, so you take a sip of his drink for confidence and go out with it. 

“Majima, you know I love you with every fiber of my being, yes?” He looks worried at what you’re going to say next. “But, that guy from the club the other night. When he kissed me, I hated him for that, but. . .” You trail off as tears start to well up in your eyes. “I. . . liked it.” You cover your eyes as the shame becomes too much. 

You feel arms wrap around you as you sob into his chest. “Is that what this is about?” You look up to him and see a slight smile on his face. “Darling, I thought you were going to dump my ass.” He chuckles, which makes you snort at the absurdity of that thought. 

“I would never leave you!” you jump on him from where you were sitting. “I just felt so guilty about it, and I couldn’t keep that from you,” you think for a second. He also got put in the same situation. “How do you feel about being kissed in the club?” His eye widened at your question, clearly not expecting it. 

He quickly looks away from you, hesitating his answer. “I. . . also kinda enjoyed it.” You felt a weight leave your body as he feels the same. “Oh my god, that is a relief to hear.” You both laugh into each other as he takes another sip of his beer. You both calm down, but your mind keeps racing back to that night. You had to get back at that man for kissing both of you. An idea just so happens to come to mind. 

“I know that look,” an air of playfulness shows in his voice. “What’s yer plan?”

— — — — — — — — — 

It was the same night you met this man, just a week later. Your plan centered on the fact that he’d be at the same club twice. Fate’s in your hand because low and behold, there he is, in all his perverted glory. This man really is the definition of “These fluids got me feelin fluid give me something Imma do it.” He had both sides on his arms, feeling them up in public. 

You and Majima sat at the bar sipping your one and only drink for the night. (You had to be mostly sober for your revenge plans.) You began acting more drunk than you were in hopes to lure him to you. You noticed Majima’s face was flushed, you’ve only had one drink so that’s odd. You turn to see that the mystery man is making sexual gestures at him. You pretend to sway like you're tipsy, directing your boyfriend’s attention to you. “The less attention you give him now will make him come faster.” You grin deviously as it seems to not take very long for your target to wander over to you. 

“Ahhah, just the people I wanted to see again,” he grabs your ass as he simultaneously feels Majima up too. You know you just need to act like you’re into it, but you can’t help but crave his touch. He leans in closer, “Did you want to see me again that badly? Ohhh you guys are so sweet.” He’s so shameless it catches you off guard. 

You put your hand on his upper arm, making his gaze go ablaze with desire. You laugh a little more than usual when you talk to sell that you’re not sober. Hopefully. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you~” You chuckle while giving him a sly smile. He leans closer to your face “I knew you would baby.” 

He pulls you in for a kiss, and this time you didn’t pull away. You leaned into his crude touches as he pried your mouth open. You couldn’t help but to glance at Majima while this happened. He was dazed watching you make out with another man in front of him. You looked down to see a slight tent form in his pants. He was into this? You’ll have to unpack that later as he releases your mouth. 

You didn’t have time to process before he was on Majima, giving him the same treatment. At Least you got him where you wanted him, but this was not a bad sight by any means. All you want to do is touch your lover, but you must refrain. 

Majima’s face is more flushed than it was earlier. He’s grabbing the man’s waist and pulling him closer surprisingly. The man seems to enjoy that as his tongue is likely the furthest it can go down his throat. He then leaves Majima’s mouth with a pop, eyes looking crazed as he gets what he wants. 

You chide in before he can talk, “Mmmm~ we should take this home, yeah?” You gaze at Majima who nods in agreement. You don’t need to hear the man’s eager approval as he’s already bricked. You left the club then, feeling mischievous as you have a long night ahead of you. 

— — — — — — — — 

You finally reach your shared apartment with the man in tow. You barely opened the door before he was on you, dragging Majima by his tie. You grasped onto the lapels of his jacket to keep you grounded from the wave of lust sweeping through the room. Majima takes the lead and goes toward the bedroom. Before he reached the threshold, the man nigh tackled him through as they landed on the bed with a thud. Him instantly taking Majima’s mouth into his own. You see him straddling your boyfriend ripping off his jacket and tie with impatience. 

You stumble over to them quickly taking off your shoes as the man grapples you between him and your lover. You giggle as the kisses on both sides of your neck tickle. You let out a harsh breath as one of them bites that sweet spot on your neck. Your lover works his way from underneath you and off the bed. This gives the pink suited man the opportunity to roll on top of you. As your head hits the pillows beneath you, you can’t help but get a thrill as your plans are almost set in motion. 

“C’mere sweetheart. Lemme see your pretty face.” He breathes onto your neck like his heart is pumping a mile a minute. You roll on top of him, swiveling him underneath you. You bite your lip, looking as seductive as possible as you slowly pull his jacket from his arms. 

In contrast, you rip his button up off him leaving him breathless. “You sure know how to get a man worked up, don’t cha.” He leaned in to kiss you more, but you stopped just short of his lips. “Now.” 

Before the man could question your word of choice his wrists were handcuffed to the bed frame by your lover. You immediately pull away after hearing the clicks of cuffs in place and the rustle of him trying to break free. 

“What gives? Baby you’re so sweet, breaking out the cuffs fer ol’ me.” He squirms more in his restraints, visibly hard despite his situation. “This isn’t meant to be nice, we’re simply getting payback for the club.” You say, sounding noticeably more sober than before. Majima steps closer to you and pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss. The excitement makes you grind down on the man beneath you.

“What, so I just have ta watch ya get it on on top of me?” You break away from the kiss breathless as he pouts. It’s fun to watch his arms flex as he tries to break free. You chuckle as Majima leans in. “If you be good we might just play nice with you.” The man looked shocked to say the least, but shit he was into it and he ain’t gonna let handcuffs stop him from having a good time. 

Majima sits on the bed next to you, grabbing your chest and threading his fingers through your hair. You toss your head back as he starts sucking on that sweet spot on your neck. You quickly peel your top from your body, letting your tits fall out with a slight bounce. The pink suited man was practically salivating at the sight. Too bad he was still restrained or you’d never be left alone tonight. 

Majima takes off his tie and button up fairly quickly. You trace his tattoos with your tongue for only a second before he pushes you to lay down atop the man beneath you. You cuddle up the man by rubbing yourself on his obvious erection and reach your hands above you to play with his hair. He groans out in utter bliss; acting like he could blow any minute with how hard he’s panting. 

You turn around, unable to withstand showing him attention any longer. With his hands cuffed above him, he can’t do much. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying. As you kiss up and down the swirls of color on his chest, he thrusts his hips up in hopes of getting friction. He also keeps trying to smell your hair. Sweet, but weird.

You hold his head up as you suck hickies into his neck. If biting into him didn’t make him groan, then your boyfriend undoing his pants surely did. 

“OooOhhhh yeah, yer gettin me so hard, ya know?” You sit up as Majima pulls down his pants to release his sizable cock. You’re surprised the old man is packin. You’re even more surprised to see how eager your boyfriend is to start licking a fat stripe up his cock. The man shivers in pleasure and starts rambling how good his mouth feels. You’ve had enough of his blabbering. You move up toward his face. Putting your legs on either side of his face, you straddle his jaw. 

His face is flushed and drooling trying to wiggle his face lower. “You talk too much, you know that?” You move up and finally set your hips firmly on his lips.

He wastes no time before lapping at your slick cunt. You figured he was experienced, but this exceeds your expectations. He attached his tongue to your clit, sucking in a rapid succession. He was licking stripe after stripe up and down your folds. He had you seeing stars a little too quick for you to handle. You moaned out at the pleasure. Gripping his hair and tugging, you almost forgot just who it was eating you out so good. This was some filth from the club, you can’t let him think he has the high ground while being under you.

You look down at him while breathing heavily. His disheveled, sex crazed face almost did you in right then and there. You yanked hard on his har, gripping it tighter, which made him moan out into your cunt. The vibrations felt so good on your clit, but you had to show him who was in charge. You grind down on his nose, pushing his face further into your folds. His face was so blissed and you’re surprised he hasn’t run out of air yet. 

His tongue slithers up into you as you grind yourself on his nose. His pace was too much. Too fast. Too good. It had you seeing white as the wave of pleasure overtook you. Your body convulsed atop him as you rode out your high. As you came down you could still hear the filthy sounds of him lapping up your release that now covered the lower half of his face. 

You lean back, removing your weight from him. His breaths are rapid and desperate. His eyes were wide with pleasure. The way his body was heaving up and down made your heart race even more. 

You turn your head behind you and find the second reason he is out of breath. Majima was still hunched over his cock, face covered in his cum. Your lover was out of breath as well. You could only imagine the glorious sight it was, damn, you wished you had turned around to watch. 

Despite having just cum, the stranger was still full mast and rock hard. You looked at your boyfriend. His eye glossed over in a haze of lust. It seems you have the same idea as your grand finale with your boy toy. You stay straddling his waist as you reach down to grab his legs and spread them open with little resistance. It seems he knows what’s coming and wants it just as much as you do. 

Majima grabs the bottle of clear liquid from his nightstand and pops the cap open to pour some of the liquid on his fingers. It seems he wants to torment the man a little more as he didn’t even bother to heat up the gel. The man beneath you squirms and is huffing in anticipation. Majima rims his hole with his pointer finger for a moment before he pushes in. He progresses digits very quickly until he has worked him on three fingers. 

You both line yourselves up, feeling he is ready to be shown the best time of his life. Majima pushes in before you drop down on him. The pink suited man groans out with a high-pitch moan at the feeling of his cock being used and his ass being filled. The noise sounds like heaven while you and your boyfriend both moan out at the feeling. 

You don’t take long before you start bouncing up and down on this stranger’s cock like a human toy. Your heart races as you pull Majima in for a sloppy kiss as you ride someone else. It’s exhilarating. Majima also doesn’t let him off easy as he sets a fast and harsh pace. Your lover grabs your hips and moves them up and down harder than you were going. It was so thrilling being enraptured by your lover as you ignored this man’s pleas to be uncuffed. To let him touch you and Majima. To let him fuck you like you are to him now. He’s moaning like a whore and you love knowing it you and Majima that made him this way.

What you’re doing is likely morally detestable but you couldn’t care less as your pleasure was building inside you once more. You keep moving your ass up and down as Majima reaches down to play with your clit. You grapple your arms around his neck as you come undone once more. Your pussy clenches down on his cock as you spasm around him again and again. This triggered the stranger’s orgasm as you zeroed in on how his hot cum flooded your insides. Majima grabbed your waist hard as he shot his load into his ass. 

It was all too much and you almost fell over had it not been for Majima holding you up. You pull Majima in for a less harsh, more sensual kiss as you lift yourself off of the man beneath you and he pulls out the same. Breathless huffs were all that could be heard as you recovered. You both look over as you hear the man chuckle loudly behind you. 

“The name’s Nishitani by the way,” He barks a laugh. “I think we skipped that part.”

Dawg it’s me, I’m the Kabal hoes

Don’t think about Kabal breathlessly saying “thaaaat’s it” while easing you down on his dick.

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi

CW: NSFW (18+ content)

This is my first fic so it may be bad😅

Word count: 2283

PART 1

Your morning has gone as usual; wake up early, get dressed, and prepare for training. You had been eating by yourself on the training grounds waiting for the others to show up when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look up to see Kenshi silently asking if he can sit next to you. You nod happily as you munch on your breakfast. You’re chatting idly for a little bit until he gives you a challenge. “I bet you can’t beat me in training today.” He smiles at your offended expression. You swallow your last bite before you spit back reasons why you could.

After faux insults were thrown, you took it as a personal goal to take Kenshi down a notch. You wrestled him down to the ground and tried to pin him, but he was quick to roll around from underneath you. He was too quick for you to grapple, but you weren’t fast enough to dodge him. He grabs your upper arm and pins it behind your back. He almost had your other hand if you hadn’t shifted your weight to pull your arm from his grasp. You grabbed his wrist and flipped him over upside down and onto his back. You then slid down to put him in a head-leg lock. You squeezed your legs tight together to get him to give up. What you didn't know, however, is that Kenshi was horribly turned on and had a hard on.

He tried to get out of your grasp but to no avail. He tapped you on the thigh, signaling that you won, and you let go immediately. Sucking in a deep breath, he sat up and composed himself. You had already gotten up and extended your hand to help him up. You turn your attention to the other three trainees and the man beside you takes this moment to adjust himself.

Johnny comes up to you first and throws fake punches at you while laughing. “Are you ready for training today?” “Of course!” He gives a cheesy smile as you turn your attention to the two other guys beside you. You hold up two fists and they respond by giving you a fist bump back. “Ready to get your asses whooped today? I’m not going easy,” you stated confidently, “Kenshi here said I couldn’t beat him, so I’ll beat everyone else and still come out on top!” Lao chimes in first, “No way you can beat me Y/N.” “We shall have to see about that.” You retort. Raiden responds to the challenge as well, “I would be more than glad to spar with you today Y/N.” “Glad to hear you won’t be upset to lose!”

As you all playfully smack talk each other, you all get ready for a long day of training ahead of you. At one point, you start your battle tier and your first opponent is Johnny. Smug as ever, he talks your ear off. Unfortunately for him, you easily best him and tease him as you leave him in the dust. Lao and Raiden were more of a challenge. Lao with his chakram hat and Raiden simply had more years of combat experience. After valiant efforts, they admit defeat (some more easily than others.) You look at Kenshi with a big smile on your face. “Think you can still beat me, Pretty Boy?” You knew that your words would get under his skin, and the look on his face was evidence enough that you were right. He brushed off your comment and said, “Let's see what you can do.”

You had been sparring with Kenshi for close to an hour now. He has been on the offense as you throw punches and kicks at him fast, he can just manage to keep up. You eventually wear him down enough you fake him out, sweep his legs, then pin him down. He is able to shove you off due to body weight differences. Both of you get up and he tries to throw quick punches at you, one lands and it throws you off your balance. You tumble backward and he tries to land his ‘Question Mark’ kick when you catch his ankle and shot put him away.

Chants of laughter and awe can be heard from your posse of three other men, that being Johnny, Kung Lao, and Raiden. “$20 says Kenshi wipes the floor with her.” The cockier man claims. “No way, I think Y/N has got this one no doubt.” The darker haired boys shoot back. Their bickering was cut short by the sound of Y/N getting tossed to the ground.

Rolling on the ground, you try to catch your breath. This fight had been going on longer than you anticipated and it was wearing you out. “Is that all you got Takahashi? Or was earlier all you could take, hmm?” you tease. He rushes forward and fakes out to the side before you could react or block, he lands a hard blow to your side. He never hit this hard in training before, you wonder what has got him so worked up. However, before you could linger on that thought he goes in for another blow to your hurt side, but you block his advance and land a punch square to his jaw. This takes him aback and makes his eyes water a bit. Having had enough of this argument, he advances and throws you off balance, dropping to the ground to pin your arm through his legs and cuts off your air with his calf.

You struggle for what seems like forever. WIth the way he has your arm positioned, you could almost feel something poking at your forearm. However, you didn't have much time to think about what that was before he pulled your arm tighter causing you to cry out in pain. Just as he did earlier, you tap his thigh to signal that you lost. He immediately lets go and gets up, storming off to his room and bumping Johnny’s shoulder rather hard as he went. The two shaolin stare at Kenshi in disbelief that he brushed the fight off so easily and without a word. You, too, were confused at his grumpy attitude. What also confused you was that Johnny had a shit eating grin on his face. Slumping his arms around Raiden and Kung Lao, he nonchalantly says, “So, you two owe me $20 hah.” Groaning in annoyance, they begrudgingly pay up.

“Wow,, were you guys seriously betting on who would win that fight?” You stare in fake disbelief. Johnny quickly chimes in before the others can speak “Whaaat? A little friendly betting is all in good fun.” He shoots you a signature smirk and you roll your eyes. Changing the conversation topic you ask, “Hey, is Kenshi okay? He seemed out of it.” Johnny glances at you playfully and shrugs, then says, “I’m sure it’s nothing, I’ll go check on him.” WIth that, he leaves you, Raiden, and Lao to train more before the day is over. After a quick spar with Raiden and Lao, you decide that you need to make sure Kenshi is ok yourself. So you bid the boys adieu head to the man in question’s room.

As you come up onto his door, you can hear muffled sounds. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean into the door to listen. You can hear Johnny and Kenshi slightly arguing about how he acted earlier, so you listen more to their conversation. At one point the door peeks open, so you can see them too.

“Ken, it was obvious you were distracted. I’m guessing it has to do with Y/N?” He asks with a knowing tone in his voice. “What? Cage, I have no clue what you’re talking about. And what I think about is none of your business.” He snaps back. “Come on, don’t lie to me,” he grins, “you popped one when she tried to pin you, don’t think I couldn’t see that.” The dark haired man quickly looked away when a deep flush on his face, “Was it. . . that obvious?” “Dude, it was obvious.” He deadpans. “She is attractive, I will say that. Hell, I may have gotten heated too if I was in that position. I saw you too earlier, she had her thighs locked around your head right? Damn that was sexy.” “Knock it off, Cage.” He says with an exasperated sigh. Cage moves over to straddle Kenshi, harshly grinding down on the man, making him groan out. “You know Ken Doll, we can always ask to share~.” “I, ugh, Johnny. We can’t, hgnn.” You gasp out in shock at the revelation. They shoot their heads toward the door only to see you running away from embarrassment. “Nice going Cage!” Kenshi says, the exasperation in his voice evident. “What? Come on, let's go talk to her.” With that, they run off after you.

You slam the door behind you as you catch your breath. Holy Fuck! Did they see me? Oh god they saw me, how do I explain why I was listening? And how do I explain what I just saw? Are Johnny and Kenshi… — Your thoughts were cut off as you heard soft knocking at your door. “Hey! Y/N, we need to talk to you real fast. Can you let us in?” You heard it in a loud voice. OH FUCK IT’S JOHNNY! SHIT! What should I do? You breathe slowly to help yourself calm down. Hesitantly, you walk to the door and open it to see Johnny and Kenshi standing there, both somewhat out of breath and looking slightly flushed. The actor starts before you can speak, “Yo Y/N, uhm, what you just saw… I—“ “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation like that. I just wanted to see if you were ok,” you nod toward Kenshi, “You seemed off during our spar and I was worried. You guys can come in if you’d like. I can make tea.” You turn on your heel with haste to start making tea (Also to avoid eye contact with the men behind you.)

Kenshi speaks up to rid the room of the awkward silence, “Y/N, I’m sorry if I worried you during our match today. There’s a lot on my mind.” “I know—“ You said before you could catch yourself. You want to crawl into a hole and perish. “Ah, so you did hear most of that conversation.” You turn towards them with the tea pot and cups in your hands. “Like I said, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to pry into your conversation, but I…” you trail off due to lack of words in your mind. “You what?” They both inquire. “I heard what you both said about me.” You state simply as you pour your tea and sip on it idly. They look at each other with a loss for words. Johnny moves to sit down across from you and Kenshi, after a few moments, does the same. You pour them a cup and sit in comfortable silence, but only for a moment.

”So, you both like me?” You smile gently at them, causing them to blush harder than either would like to admit. “I’ll agree to that statement.” Johnny says, trying to get some of his swagger back. Meanwhile, Kenshi can only elbow Johnny in the side, but nods in agreement. Feeling bold in the moment you can’t help but chuckle a little. “What’s so funny?” Johnny asks with a sly grin on his face. “Nothing, just that this information makes this all the more easy.” Before the boys can react, you lean over the table and pull Kenshi in for a quick, but heated, kiss. You pull away already breathless and heart racing. You hear Johnny give a prolonged wolf whistle and you go for him next.

He, however, is ready for it and pulls your face deeper into his. You moan slightly as he bites your bottom lip. Pushing the cups aside so as to not knock them over, you continue to lean into Johnny. He paws at your chest and gently squeezes you through your training shirts. After a few minutes of sloppily kissing the narcissist you release his mouth and pant heavily. It felt as though the room suddenly got 100 degrees hotter. Looking over to the swordsman, you noticed he’s harder than a rock. This gives you a lusty grin on your face as you move to straddle him as the other man did earlier.

”Kenshi, would you like for me to help you with your little problem here~?” He looks lost in your eyes as you pull him closer. You lean to the side to breathe into his ear. He then bucks his hips up and groans out. Hands roaming across your hips, ass, and torso, never in one place for too long. You grind down on his thick bulge as he goes to suck on your neck. You’re so engrossed at what is happening, you fail to hear Johnny sneaking up behind you until you feel large hands grabbing your breasts.

”I need a little attention too.” He coos. You chuckle at his words and reach your hand behind you to fondle at his clothed crotch. You break the kiss with Kenshi and he looks dazed as he’s painfully hard beneath you. You snake your hands up to both their faces and gently caress them. Their undivided attention is on nothing but you. Only then do you speak, and that little phrase gets them breathless: “Want to take this to my room?”

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