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admirxation · 4 months

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obsessed with Hwoarang at the moment so whenever you get the chance could you write a lil something for hwoarang x fem!reader where someone is flirting with him and reader gets jealous and tells them off and then hwoarang is all like "that's hot" and then him and reader fuck✨️

Unexpected Attraction | Hwoarang oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: hwoarang x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: the reader and hwoarang are celebrating their anniversary, but while enjoying their date a waitress starts to become a little too flirty. this leads to the reader standing up for herself and making hwoarang even more deeply attracted to her.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. detailed smut: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), and fingering.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for the delay have been going through a hyperfixation of baldurs gate 3 lmao. hope this is good anon. after this i will be focusing on a resident evil series but of course requests are still open, and i encourage them to help me keep practising my writing (of course always check requests rules first). love y’all <3

You and Hwoarang strolled into a quaint restaurant — to celebrate your anniversary — you were happy to finally get some alone time after how busy you two had been, too busy for each other recently. The air buzzed with laughter and the aroma of the delectable cuisine people around you ordered, comfortable with being seated at the cosy corner table. There was a candle between you two, releasing a warm and romantic hue upon your faces, you reached your hand in the middle of the table to have Hwoarang hold yours — you found it entertaining, even still, how small your hand was in his, but it always felt like it belonged in his.

“I’m glad we can finally have some alone time,” his thumb grazed the back of your hand, and you pushed your leg onto the middle of the floor, grazing the side of your foot against Hwoarang’s leg as you two looked into each other’s eyes. He was unbelievably attractive to you, even after being together for a few years now, it still felt like you had a crush on him.

After being lost in admiration you saw a waitress come close to you, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was; long strawberry blond hair with green eyes, she walked with confidence and self-assurance with her hips swaying with each step drawn closer; as she approached you saw her name was Abby.

“Hey there, I’m Abby, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” Abby’s attention was intended for you both but you couldn’t help but notice her emerald eyes preoccupied with Hwoarang. As she opened her little notepad her body language shifted closer to Hwoarang, of course, he didn’t notice, he never noticed these things but you could tell; you had only seen a glimpse of her character but as a woman, you could pick up on the little things. Still, you chose to ignore it; she probably just needed a tip and you had no malice to a woman trying to make money.

She took her time taking his order, making sure to ask every single question of the small details of how he wanted his food, you found this odd; you never noticed any waitress take this much care into someone’s order, but the thought of her just needing a tip helped to soothe the warmness in your cheeks that were caused with angry jealousy that slowly manifested within you — a constant battle of being understanding and your gut feeling trying to convince you of the alternative conclusion.

“That should be made for you soon sweetie,” her laughter danced in his direction, her eyes held an extra gleam when meeting his and her gestures seemed to linger a tad longer as she brushed against his shoulder while taking notes, the faintest of touches.

She then turned to you with a quick motion: “You?” her language was so abrupt, and she didn’t have that same friendly aura that she had with Hwoarang.

Keep calm, of course, she just wants a tip, it’s easy to just flirt with him, she had no ill intention, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened with a mix of frustration and uncertainty, also wondering if Hwoarang was going to be this oblivious the whole night Abby would be your waitress.

After your internal monologue, trying to keep yourself calm you told her your order; by no surprise, she didn’t take the same level of care that she did with Hwoarang, it was a swift telling and leaving — even after multiple attempts to have a level state of mind you could feel that jealous warmth on your cheeks, that anger bubbling inside of you and wanting to just tell her off.

“Hey, you alright? You seem a bit red,” Hwoarang’s caring nature managed to bring you back to reality, understanding that while he didn’t notice and shut her down he wasn’t encouraging her behaviour either so there was a small win to look at.

“Just a bit warm.”

“I can blow the candle out if it’s getting too much for you, darling,” he moved his hand ready to make you feel more comfortable.

“No, no, it’s manageable, don’t worry about it… Honestly,” you moved your hand into his again, melting at his comforting smile that made you feel safe and secure.

“Good, I don’t want you sad… Especially on our anniversary,” he always knew how to get that smile out of you.

“Trust me, I’m happy being with you, you don’t know how much I missed this time together.”

“Hey maybe if you’re lucky this night will end with some more excitement,” he gave you a wink with some gentle laughter after.

“Always remember how bad you are at flirting,” you joked with him.

“Hey,” his eyes widened, “I can’t be that bad if we’ve been together for years now.”

He made a good point.

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The night continued as you both conversed over dinner, you found each other's laughs infectious, also sharing romantic moments of feeding each other with bits the other wanted to try, it put your mind at ease and you were reminded of the time you should have been spending with Hwoarang the last few weeks, not engrossed in whatever your mind had chosen to be occupied with.

As you were continuing your conversation you saw Abby make her way over to collect your plates, you were too smiley with Hwoarang to pay that jealousy any sense of mind — for now.

“Hey, I’ll just take these away, do you wanna order dessert when I’m back,” once again she was directing all her attention to him, that gleam in her eyes that she was getting too comfortable with him was showing, you felt yourself squeeze onto Hwoarang’s hand a little harder, so much he noticed and gave you a quick glance, was he finally catching on? No, just thought you wanted more attention from him.

You declined the idea of a dessert; you two had bought an anniversary cake for back home anyway so no point in indulging in another sweet treat. Abby seemed disappointed, but a shimmer in her eyes glazed over as she told you about the bill — you couldn’t help but feel like she was up to something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay, you seem off now and again,” he paused for a moment, “and the hand squeezing out of nowhere is making me think more.”

You thought for a moment before telling him what was on your mind, making sure Abby wasn’t around and keeping your voice down.

“Well… Haven’t you noticed the attention that the waitress has been giving to you?” his eyebrow peaked in interest, that oblivious mindset unfortunately still existing.

“She seems more invested in the job than other waiters, but what’s wrong with her exactly?”

You rolled your eyes at his innocent oblivion: “You seriously haven’t noticed how heavily she’s been flirting with you?”

“Sweetheart she’s just being friendly it’s what people do.”

“Mmhm, sorry but you don’t notice these things, but I can tell when a woman is scheming and flirting.”

“Okay, if you say so, I won’t argue with your intuition,” he reached for your hand, “and even if she was flirting… Or is flirting with your judgement, I’m not interested in her anyway, I’m with the person I want and only want.”

Despite knowing Hwoarang was only giving in your findings to avoid an argument, it still put you at ease with the reassurance of his love and devotion for you.

Just as a moment of happiness was experienced you saw Abby make her way to you two again, wondering what her next move was going to be.

Your check was handed over, Hwoarang reaching for his wallet to treat you even more on your anniversary date. He noticed a red blur at the corner of his eye, a kiss mark with a phone number tagged at the bottom, he felt embarrassed that he thought you were making this up or reading too much into it, he felt embarrassed for her thinking she would actually have a chance with him especially when he had everything he needed with you. You were quick to pick up on his, that jealous rage that had been manifesting inside finally wanting to explode out, you reached for the piece of paper, seeing Abby look shocked that you were actually doing something and not sitting back and letting her flirtatious behaviour continue.

“Are you serious?” you started, “you can clearly see he’s with his girlfriend and you’re flirting, have you no shame?”

Before Abby could say anything you continued to speak and interrupt whatever lame excuse she found at the back of her mind.

“Just a bit of advice here, you won’t make any good friendships if you keep this up, and any man that is willing to take this bait and go with you… Yeah, I wouldn’t even bother unless you want someone else doing what you’re doing,” she stood in silence, “so take your money, with no tip may I add, and we’ll be on our way.”

Hwoarang found himself increasingly drawn to your resilience and grace under pressure, also noticing all the signs from hindsight and finding your patience alluring; he continued to admire you as you both walked out of the restaurant into the car, an unexpected arousal constantly bothering and distracting him on the journey back home.

When you had reached your warm and comfortable place, you took no time in taking your high heels off, falling to the sofa and raising your arms to invite Hworang for a cuddle you had so desperately needed after leaving that restaurant; Hwoarang swiftly took his shoes and jacket to join you on the sofa, you melted into the warmth of his body and sinking into your favourite smell of his natural scent pulling you closer to snuggle him even longer.

“Hey I’m sorry I got all mad there, I didn’t want to embarrass —” he cut you off.

“No, no, she deserved it, if anything I should be sorry for not believing you the first time and not shutting her down sooner,” you could see a red fluster on his cheeks appear as he tried to over-explain himself.

“You didn’t start flirting back so there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s over and I hope I won’t embarrass you like that again,” you continued.

“What makes you think you embarrassed me?”

“I don’t know,” you were trying to find the words as you snuggled closer into his chest, “I don’t want to seem over possessive or a crazy girlfriend, I should trust you to not encourage the behaviour and then let it be the past.”

There was a small bit of silence between you both as Hwoarang tried to find the courage to tell you about that unexpected feeling he had as he admired you ‘embarrass’ him: “I mean… if anything I found it kinda hot, if it makes you feel better.

You raised an eyebrow of interest: “Really, me telling someone off attracts you?”

“I mean yeah, you care enough about me to stand up for yourself, also I like to see myself as a prize for you,” he winked and giggled as he teased you.

“And I’m not a prize to you now,” you continued his teasing effort.

“You defo are, my love,” he pulled you closer with his arm around you.

“Hm, how about you prove it to me,” you wanted to see if you could get anything out of this unexpected attraction he had on the way home, after it all it was your anniversary and the night was still young.

Without hesitation he took his opportunity to gently push you onto the sofa, your back hitting the soft plush of the cushions, feeling a jolt of excitement course through your body as you anticipated Hwoarang’s actions; as his body hovered over yours, your eyes connected with his, looking at the lust gleaming in his eyes as he watched your frame under him, quickly moving into a kiss that deepened. Small moans were escaping as the kissing continued, your arms moving around his back and him using his free hand to admire your body, his hands moved from caressing your side to lifting your dress slightly and gently gliding his fingers against your clothed pussy — you released a gasp as you anticipated more.

“How badly do you want me?” he teased as he continued to press his fingers along your slit, moving his fingertips at the edge of your panties, making you keep waiting for when he was finally going to rip them off.

“Badly,” you said excitedly.

“You got me all riled up on the journey home,” his hand was venturing down your panties, you felt his warm skin come closer to your core, you getting wetter as you waited for the pleasure you loved to experience with him, “I’m finally going to have my way with you now… And looks like you’re all excited about it,” the feeling of how wet you were on his fingers made him harder, pressing and throbbing against his pants. Your voice became heavy as he pushed his fingertips deeper into you, taking it slow and enjoying how you were begging for him.

“Oh fuck, please just hurry up,” you kicked you head back softly as he inserted another finger in your core, the slowness was pleasurable but slowly killing you at the same time; you wanted him right then and now to just be rough and make you pay for how you rilled him up earlier. You never knew standing your ground would lead to such arousal.

“Be patient baby, I’m going slow, making you go crazy by the second… like I was in the car,” he smirked, pushing his fingers deep into your wet hole, you gasped louder, laboured breaths released as he continued his slow seduction, pumping his fingers into you carefully — he watched every reaction and twitch, having it boost his ego.

Hwoarang decided to take things further with changing the tempo and speed, his thumb now circling your clit, three fingers inside you surrounded by your tight walls. He watched your glistening pussy call for him, asking to stop the foreplay and just fuck you there and then.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath, biting your lip as you curled your toes the faster he pumped his fingers and swirled his thumb.

He watched you squirm, then suddenly stopping, being met with a disappointed face from you. Just as you were about to beg for more, you watched him lower himself, his face now being met with your pussy, being enticed to lick your slit, loving how you tasted as he licked a streak along your pussy, stopping to swirl his wet tongue on your clit; you felt the moans roll from within the depths of your body, emerging out through laboured breaths, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grabbed his soft hair, tugging it gently now and again.

You felt him smirk, knowing you were a mess under his control; he liked this upper hand he had over you.

“Does this prove I’ve only got eyes for you my darling?” he quickly asked before he grabbed your thighs and smushing his tongue deeper to eat you out.

“Yeah, of course - of course it does,” it was hard to stop an early release when he found that spot that drove you crazy, he took the time to learn and be accustomed with your body and what it loved and answered to.

As you were holding in, trying not to cum too soon, you couldn’t help but release yourself and glaze Hwoarang’s tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly said.

“Why?” he smirked, “You know I love it.” He started to take his shirt off, pulling his pants off in a quick motion before saying anything else. “Now, I’m going to make you cum again.”

Excitement jolted through your body once again, admiring him as you watched his eyes deepen with lust and love, you watched as he rubbed his cock before pressing against your wet slit.

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asked, you nodded while biting your lip in return.

He continued to tease you — only for a little bit this time — before he pushed the head of his member inside you, beginning slow before slamming the rest of his length inside you. You couldn’t help but loudly moan, digging your fingertips into his back as he positioned his hands either side of your head and started thrusting his hips harder and quicker. There was no teasing and you continued to moan his name, laboured breaths filling the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist and begged for more.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.. fuck,” you said between your heavy breath and moans.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Y/N,” you felt his warm breath on your neck, closing your eyes as you got lost in how Hwoarang was treating you the way you loved; in tune with your body and knowing the perfect reactions and wants.

As he got closer to his release, he picked his upper body up, grabbing your waist to thrust his massive cock inside your deeper; he smirked as he made you cum again, glazing his cock with your body’s approval, soon filling up your beautiful pussy with his.

You felt warmth flood inside you, hearing Hwoarang’s loud orgasmic release, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing back onto the sofa, pleased but exhausted.

“That was amazing,” you said.

“It was,” he smiled, “glad we could end our anniversary with a bang,” no pun intended of course.

You giggled before you got up, cosied up to get your aftercare.

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xxladyballadxx · 2 months

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Stupidity

⁠♡ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ⁠♡

♡ Drabble ♡ Wordcount: 622 words ♡

Summary: Your cocky ass boyfriend came back home with a few bruises and cuts on his face.

♡ dividers by: @saradika-graphics ♡

You were waiting for Hwoarang to come back for dinner, it has been 10-15 minutes and he hasn’t arrived home yet. You stood up from the dinner table with a sigh escaping your lips, looking at the clock above you, “Just where the hell are you, you idiot?”

A sound of a door unlocked alarmed you as you rushed over to the hallway and gasped out of shock, seeing that Hwoarang arrived in his messed up state. Some parts of his face were covered in bruises, a knife cut on the right cheek which was dripping blood down to his chin. Hell, he’s got another cut at the right corner of his forehead.

“What the fuck happened to you, Hwoarang?!” You shouted in worry, cupping his face to take a closer look at him. Not too rough since he’s a little hurt. Hwoarang sighed with a scowl, “Nothing! I’m fine!” you could feel the obvious lie coming from his mouth, you didn’t appreciate his tone towards you.

“Don’t give me that fucking attitude, mister!” You dragged him to the front room to clean his face and to disinfect the little cuts on the cheek and forehead. Looks like your man got some explaining to do while you sort his cocky face out and put some ointment on his minor bruises.

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So apparently Hwoarang got into a big aggravating fight with a group of street gangsters. It’s insane how he managed to beat the shit out of them all on his own. How it all happened; One of the street gangsters bumped into Hwoarang and demanded him to apologize WHEN that bastard should be the one apologizing to Hwoarang. Your boyfriend was so furious, he threw a roundhouse kick towards the man and the rest of the street gangsters started to rush against him. Hwoarang struck them down without hesitation.

“So there’s that..” Hwoarang slammed his hands onto the table along with his eyes rolled in frustration. You put his empty plate away in the sink and began to wash them, shaking your head at his brashful behaviour, “You are such an arrogant bastard sometimes, Hwoarang..”

“Hey! They fucking started it!”

“...I was worried sick, Hwoarang. I thought something terrible happened to you..” your tone changed sentimentally. You moved your hands away from the sink and began to dry them with a clean tea towel.

Hwoarang noticed the sudden change in your voice, there are times where he always seems to make you worry a lot. Especially when it comes to problematic situations and getting into a lot of fights with street gangs outside. He walked up to you, holding your hands as his softening gaze became locked on yours, “Look, I’m sorry. It was stupid. I couldn’t help it. Guys like them always seem to find a way to bite me in the back. They piss me off so much and-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips on his, gripping his shoulders as you deepened the kiss. Hwoarang scooped you into arms and pulled his head away for a moment, “So does that mean you forgive me?”

You giggled, pecking a soft kiss at the right corner of his lips, “Honestly, sweetie, I don’t know what to do with you at times.”

“Sorry for making you worry, babe.”

“It’s all good, sweetie..” You caressed the side of his face tenderly, a gentle-warming touch giving Hwoarang a flush. You pulled yourself away from him and said, “You know…you can make it up to me by sorting your clothes out in the wardrobe..” you cooed, walking off in a speeding manner with a chuckle. You legged upstairs as he chased you from behind, “Oh come on baby! Cut me some slack!”

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a/n - I am so deeply in love with this cocky ass man so I've decided to writer another fanfic of him! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I dig a fictional man who is so hot-headed and annoying as fuck.

That man, ladies and gentleman, is my cocky goofy ass husband Hwoarang ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

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mana-sputachu · 3 months

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C*mmission for @luna-di-fuoco , Hwoarang and her OC Yukina! Thanks for having commissioned me again❤️

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iris-of-bliss · 5 days

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𝕋𝕚𝕖 𝕄𝕖 𝕌𝕡 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: You and two notable fighters take a vacation together at a luxury hotel. Long beforehand, you talk to one of them about secrets you have in mind for the bedroom. He was more than happy to make this fantasy real.

Pairing(s): Hwoarang/F!Reader/Steve Fox

Warning(s): Smut, Foreplay, Shibari, Teasing, Groping, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: The longest one-shot fic I have written so far, and it features Hwoarang and Steve together! This will be a lengthy one, so have fun reading ❤︎

Sitting around at the bar was already becoming tiresome. You, Steve, and Hwoarang were still waiting for food to be sent out. Sure, the place had been busy, but that was never an excuse for the employees to not acknowledge your presence. Was it that they had forgotten your order? It could be possible. Whatever the reason, this got Hwoarang fed up. The British boxer lays back while holding you in your napping form. He twiddles your hair as he taps his foot on the floor.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” the redhead takes a sip of his almost empty beverage, “I swear we’ve ordered two hours ago…”

Steve shook his head, “You think we should head out? We can just order somethin’ else from the hotel-“

“Ah, finally, it’s here!”

The assigned waitress arrives with your meal on both trays. She carefully places each dish, one at a time, for each of you. The boxer wakes you up, and the sight of food immediately catches your attention. The orders seemed fine with the exception of Steve’s, his face puzzled by the food looking slightly different from what he originally asked for.

“I hope you enjoy our meals!” the waitress smiles before walking back to the kitchen window for more orders.

You take a bite of your order first before your brows furrow. It tasted off thanks to how cold it is. Either it sat by the window too long, or the food wasn’t cooked long enough. You voiced your concern, “My food tastes a bit cold. What about yours?”

Hwoa drops his knife and fork on the plate in disappointment, “Seems you and I share the same fate.”

As soon as the redhead noticed the waitress pacing towards elsewhere, he quickly stood up and slammed his fist on the table, “Hey! We’ve got some problems over here!”

His action was able to catch everyone’s undivided attention. The poor woman’s face is filled with embarrassment and guilt as she approaches your booth. You sit up for her attention, with Steve leaning forward. You can tell that she has been stressed during her shift so far. It was hard to imagine what working as a server would be like. This is one of the busier instances, so of course it can put someone under a tough challenge.

“Is there a problem with anything?” she asks in an anxious tone.

The martial artist sits back down with arms crossed, his voice sounding irritated, “Well of course we do, miss. I don’t wanna have to cause a ruckus after waiting so long, do I?”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, guv. I’m sure she’s under some stress at the moment,” Steve interrupts his friendly rival. He could tell from her current state that the bar was filled with a bunch of guests. He’d rather talk things out smoothly than just rush it in like Hwoarang.

“Now, both (Y/N)’s and Hwoarang’s food weren’t cooked enough, and you’ve gotten yourself mixed up with my dish. I believe I ordered a grilled salmon, not the chicken variety.”

You can see a glint of sweat run down the side of her face, “I-I apologize, sir. It’s just that there’s been so much going on during our shifts. If you would still like to have the order, I can let them know. It would still take a while though-“

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Hwoarang groaned and shook his head, “You expect us to wait two more hours after that?”

The four of you suddenly hear a customer shout, “Hey! That wasn’t my chicken you served, was it!?”

Steve sighed, “C’mon, you two. I’m sure it’s best that we leave.”

The three of you got up from the booth, with you and Hwoarang walking away first. Fox approached the waitress and placed a hundred dollars on the table along with a generous tip. The amount is more than enough to give. He was, of course, disappointed with how the service went, but at the same time felt bad for the person trying to do her job. You never expected such a busy crowd on a regular business day at the bar.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, and be careful next time,” the pro boxer reassures her, “And keep the change, will ya?”

After a silent drive back to the hotel, the three of you enter the designated room slightly tired. The redhead plopped on one of the beds on his back while you and Steve sat down on the other. The only thing you guys can think of is just ordering dinner and relaxing for a bit before it was time to go to sleep. Rest assured that the kitchens here are still operating. You pull out the menu from the nightstand to look over some options. There were choices you originally ordered from the bar. No need to worry about purchasing drinks since you already have plenty in the mini fridge.

“There’s some food here we found from the bar if you’re still up for it,” you remind the boys.

Steve looks over at the menu whilst adjusting his shirt. Hwoarang turns on his stomach with his arms crossed.

“They serve similar stuff, huh? Not too bad,” the martial artist chuckled.

“How about you settle down as I order for us?” Steve lends a hand for the menu before you give it to him, “These guys shouldn’t have to take long this time.”

“You sure about that?”

The redhead sits up to remove the top of his dobok to toss on the bed. He couldn’t even bother moving anywhere else at the moment to just lie down a bit. The awaitted taste of sweet seasoning will soon touch his tastebuds.

“After dinner, I’m taking this whole bed for myself,” Hwoa grabs a pillow while staring at the ceiling.

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“Oh, (Y/N),” you hear a familiar voice in your sleep, “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes slowly wake up, only to be presented with a sly-faced Hwoarang. He sat there next to you on the edge of the bed, stroking your hip with his hand. You end up grabbing it as he returns the contact. There wasn’t much sunlight through the window since the skies remain cloudy for now, but it was for sure morning. You noticed that Steve was missing. He was probably out for his gym routine.

You were curious enough to ask, “Where did Steve, go? Did he have to leave for something?”

“Nah, he’s just busy in the gym,” the martial artist answered.

“Then what are you doing here?”

Hwoarang chuckles, “Remember that conversation we had? The one about shibari?”

Well, that completely came out of left field. You never expected him to bring that up now of all times. The secret interest you had for a while before sharing it with a naughty person like him. It was revealed after you and Hwoa first slept together. He wasn’t afraid to ask about those dirty things you’d love trying out. He couldn’t wait to tell his friend about this little arrangement.

“Uh, yeah?” you respond while feeling your face begin to blush, “What about it?”

Your boyfriend towers over you and lightly traces his finger up your torso. It stops at your breast before making circles around your nipple to harden. The sensitive touch made you whimper for more and grip the bedsheets. Hwoarang smirks at your obvious reaction. He leans in your ear whispering, “Is this how you’d like for me and Steve to touch you, hm?”

“Y-yes,” you pant as you bit your lip.

“What about this?”

The redhead brought his working hand to your jaw, turning your head to the side. He leans forward and gives sultry kisses on your exposed neck, followed by some small nip marks. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin makes your desire even more euphoric. His breath touching your skin, it made the moment better. Fuck, it felt so good. The thought of being restrained while two muscular men touch all over you. Good god. You needed both of them to make you feel fulfilled.

“Mm…Hwoarang,” you tried hard to hold back your moaning, “Please, when will Steve come back? How much rope do you have?”

“Oh he should come back soon from now,” the redhead happily replied, “And I’ve got plenty of rope with me.”

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Steve walked his way back to the hotel entrance. The gymnasium wasn’t too far from his destination due to the building being pretty close. Still clueless as to why the hotel he was staying in lacked a gym, Fox didn’t mind it much. He abruptly sees his Taekwondo friend in the distance walking toward him.

“Hwoarang! What are you doing out!?” the boxer shouted.

As the two fighters approached closer, Hwoa patted Steve’s shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for you. You arrived just in time.”

Steve notices a smirk on his rival’s face. It seemed as if he had a trick up his sleeve, or that he wanted to spar with him. What could this guy be up to?

“What’s with that look on your face, mate? You’ve got something to hide?” the boxer questions his intentions.

"Oh, you’ll find out, my friend,” Hwoa swings an arm around Steve’s shoulders, “It’ll be worth it.”

Both friends enter the hotel chatting about this so-called “surprise" in store during the walk to their destination. Fox would have never guessed that you loved to get tied up during sex. He hasn’t even been informed about your kinks yet. You also slept with him before, as he had feelings for you. He didn’t mind sharing you with the martial artist. You only wanted to remain with them. Besides their rivalry in fighting, they always wondered which was the better lover. Steve Fox is rather gentle and passionate for the most part, while Hwoarang teases and takes charge in bed. It was a competition for them, but you thought otherwise.

They both finally make it to their room. Hwoa holds onto the handle with the keycard in his possession. He turns to his rival with a smirk, looking forward to his reaction.

“Ready to be enamored, Steve?”

The British boxer raises a brow until Hwoarang opens the door. His eyes staggered after he walked inside. You were left on your knees on the mattress, tied up with thick red rope surrounding yourself. A silk blindfold covers your eyes, restricting you to only hearing within the room. You slightly turn your head back at the boys. Butterflies messed with your stomach as you bit into your lip.

“S-Steve? Hwoarang?” you announce their names at a quiet volume. Steve walks to the bed as his eyes are glued to your body. The redhead locked the door and paced next to him. He rests his hands on his waist, feeling proud of the work he’s done to you.

“So, what do you think?” He questioned with a plastered smirk.

Fox rubs the back of his neck blushing, “Uh, what’s this we got goin’ on?”

Hwoarang chuckles at Steve, “I pretty much gave her the shibari treatment.”

“Shibari?”

The redhead rolls his eyes, “Japanese bondage.”

“Oh…”

Hwoarang begins to strip off his attire, tossing it away on the floor. He kept going until he stopped at his boxers and motioned himself to the bed in front of you. From your perspective, you can feel a pair of hands encircle your waist. It had to be Hwoa due to his eagerness. The sound of clothes being removed caught your attention as well.

“Hm? You want to join us or what?” he asked raising a brow.

Steve snapped out of his trance, “Oh, sure. Just give me a sec.”

He pulls off his boxing shoes and tosses his shirt before climbing behind you. Scooting close, it was his turn to grab your waist. Hwoarang trails his hands up to your breasts. The two men made you feel so warm from in between. The mastermind began with a firm squeeze to your bosoms. Both of his thumbs tease your already hardened nipples, successfully receiving another shaky whimper. Steve watches your body react and creates a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the base of your neck. A growing heat swiftly appears on your face. Your breathing has gotten heavier.

“You’re gonna do good for us, dove?” the pro boxer whispers before tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

Your voice shudders, “Mm, uh huh!”

“Shhh…”

Steve shushes you and ends up covering your mouth with his hand. He gives a few more kisses to your neck, along with a tasteful lick of the skin. Hwoarang chuckles before shuffling a bit, inching himself down to your chest. You can sense his breath touching your skin. His lips inch close to your left nipple, and he licks with the tip of his tongue. A sharp gasp emanates through your breaths followed by a moan. The tongue circles around the areola until Hwoa clenches the bud to suck harshly. He pinches and pulls at the other nipple. You struggle in the restraints with pleasure. No matter how much you did so, it was impossible to escape the rope with two of your boyfriends surrounding you. They would try their damnedest to play around and tease, unless you cum at the end. Hell, they might try another attempt at making you scream their names.

“You’ve got me intrigued, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about you in the gym,” Fox murmurs and kisses the shell of your ear, “Should have enough stamina to fuck you.”

You mewl in his hand and felt his other slide down your pussy. He rubs against your slick before eventually finding your clit. Your back arched while your sex was getting handled. Steve could tell that you became wet when his fingers went deep. You throb around the digits and kept crying in his hand. Good thing it was still covered just in case there were neighbors around.

“Wet already, huh?”

Hwoarang groans and pulls off with a pop, “Seems like she wants more from us. Such a naughty girl you are.”

He tugs your nipple once more, then scoots down onto his knees to face your cunt. Your legs were still restrained from moving, so Hwoarang loosens the rope for you. It was a bit of a hassle for a second, but he manages to get it. He quickly elevates your legs over his broad shoulders, prepared to savor the treat before him. He licks his lips and looks up at you, the redness covering your cheeks. Steve was too busy kissing all over your skin.

“Hey, blondie. Do me a favor and hold onto her, will ya?” Hwoa grabs his attention. The boxer releases your mouth to embrace you, whilst Hwoarang holds both legs and produces light licks to your opening. Sinful mewls were the only sounds you could make after a tease like that. This led the martial artist to keep going with some licks to your clit. Steve shushes you again, all the while bringing one of his hands to knead your breast. His fingers then pinch and pull your abused bit of sensitive skin. The kisses of fervor mixed with craved lapping drove you crazy. Your body continued to squirm between them, and it made the session more fun. The intense excitement erupting from within you was unable to hide itself.

“Mm, you taste so good, (Y/N),” Hwoarang hums from the flavor before attempting to slide his whole tongue inside your walls. Your body jerked up, followed by a hollered moan. His warm tongue mixes its saliva with your running fluid. It curls around your walls until it finds your weak spot. Hwoa teases the area endlessly as many times as you cry out for him. You felt his tongue thrust inside while the tip of his nose was messing with your clit. Hwoa kept sliding out and forcing himself back in, creating the same motions. You gasp for air in between breaths. Because you were beginning to make even louder noises, Steve brought you to his lips and placed tender kisses. He slips his tongue in your mouth to exchange saliva. There wasn’t a single hint of anything, just plain spit. That didn’t turn you down, though. Steve broke the kiss and abused your nipple again.

“You’re doing great, dove,” he compliments you and lands a smooch on your cheek, “Don’t hold back.”

“Ah! Fuck! S-Steve!” you shout.

Hwoarang furrows his brows at your response as he plunges his tongue harder and hums against your pussy. You uncontrollably shiver due to this, and god you loved that. Eyes roll back with a rough lip bite. The feeling of a knot tightening your abdomen. It was too difficult to prevent it from spilling out.

“Oh! I can’t hold it, I can’t!”

After crying out your moans, a burst of your slickness lands in your boyfriend’s mouth. His face grinds into your womanhood whilst lapping up as much as he could, a few drops dribbling down his chin. You rest your head back on Steve’s shoulder, allowing him to suck your neck with his teeth. He nips the skin and places a couple of kisses there. The redhead licks the remaining juices before pulling back onto his knees. The boxer shifts to his side to lie you down. Your thighs were weak from all that action of Hwoarang’s. You finish catching your breath as your body relaxes. You suddenly feel a pair of hands removing your restraints completely. Then you feel your blindfold being tugged. Once you can finally see, they belonged to Hwoarang. He throws the piece of cloth elsewhere. At first, you were about to sit up, but your wrists were swiftly pinned down by the martial artist.

“Nuh uh, (Y/N). I didn’t tell you to sit up, did I?” the man takes charge of you in a rather seductive tone.

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” Steve followed with a caress to your face.

“Huh?”

“How cute,” Hwoarang smirked.

He lets go of you to search through the nightstand drawer for his condoms. Taking out a pair, he tosses a package to Steve before opening his. They both freed their erections and slid the protection on, the lubricant spreading on their palms. Hwoa then orders his rival, “You fuck her from behind, I want her eyes on me.”

Fox scoots behind to lie down and elevate your body on top of his, hands resting over your torso in the process. Hwoarang spreads your legs apart again, grinning at the sight of your flourished slit. He couldn’t wait to burst you open again. Their scent of sweat aroused you so much more.

Both of the fighters’ cocks press on your entries. They were eager to slowly shove them in, only with their heads. Already, you whimper due to their large size. The blonde boxer reassures you with a kiss on your cheek.

He whispered, “S’alright, luv. We’ll take this nice and slow.”

Those gentle words from your man made you sigh in arousal. How sweet. And once their cocks were fully inserted, your mouth gapped open. The redhead chuckles at the spectacle before him. He wanted to see how you’d end up when finished. The steady thrusting motions take over, all the while satisfying your body. You felt so tight around the two. Hwoarang hisses through his teeth as Steve pants breaths across your skin. The abrupt throbbing of your cunt came back. Without even thinking, your hands hovered over Hwoa’s glossed chest and began to knead. They rub up and down, with both thumbs flicking his nipples. Hwoa groans at you, proceeding to pound faster. Fox picks up the pace to further thrust himself into your ass.

“You’re such a damn tease, you know that?” the redhead snapped at you.

The rough hits cause you to latch on to his chest and mewl. Your hands then move up his shoulders to hold instead. The steamy contact of their breathing, you loved the living hell out of it. Their needy sounds along with it were even better. You can instantly feel them pulsating around your walls. Hwoarang leans in to bite and suck on your neck. You sigh at this sharp feeling. How can he forget that you enjoy receiving love bites too? He strikes the spot for a minute before pulling back and leaving a hickey.

You mutter beneath him, “Ah! H-Hwoarang!”

Steve was able to hear you and tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. He definitely earned a whimper from that. You grab his head close to yours, letting the boxer send a series of kisses to your cheek. Your other hand rests along the base of Hwoarang’s neck. The glimmering scenery of yourself getting fucked by two muscular men in a hotel room was an unforeseen event of today. Thank god you were able to live your fantasy at long last.

The mewls you keep making grew louder as both fighters’ groans did the same. All three of you were about to erupt. Sweat was dripping from Hwoa’s strands of hair to your skin. Steve brought his hands over to play with your nipples once more. You were at your limit.

“O-oh! Ah, shit! I-I have to cum!” you shout between breaths.

Steve embraces you, while Hwoarang clasps your hips to finish. They penetrated the hardest they could, a heavy climax approaching near. Your legs became jello when they were slamming into you. Their hits to your core continued on countlessly.

Then just a few more.

And you came at last.

Your voice sounded shaky as you arched your back and cried out their names. Hwoarang and Steve were wailing through their orgasms too. Their cum felt so hot from within their condoms. Everyone was slippery after a few more thrusts. The exhaustion filled the air. Hwoarang pulls out of you and rests his cock over your busted opening. Steve traces his knuckles across your face. You couldn’t muster the strength to stay up any longer, your eyes slowly drifting off to sleep.

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A loud knock alarms at the door during nighttime.

“Ah, shit!” Hwoarang swears at himself from the bathroom. He rushes to the door in a towel to be presented with an upset hotel staff member.

The redhead sighs, “What do you want?”

“Now we’ve been receiving multiple complaints about noises you have been making this morning,” the staff member informed, “We weren’t able to respond earlier since hours today have been extremely busy.”

"Well, look, our business isn’t yours, sir. Who the hell even reported tha-“

“I don’t want to have to see you again over violating hotel policy,” he cuts him off, “Otherwise, we’ll have to kick you out. Understand?”

Hwoarang rolls his eyes sighing, “Yes sir…”

He shuts the door and turns to his blonde friend relaxing next to your still-asleep form. The redhead approaches you two with his head shaking.

“We did a lotta work on her, huh?” Steve said as he noticed you still sleeping.

“Heh, too much,” Hwoa replied and looks over at your current state, “We did make her feel good, but you weren’t as good as me.”

“Oh c’mon, mate. (Y/N) said she enjoyed havin’ the both of us,” the blonde continues on while petting your hair, “And gave us a few more shots at that.”

“Can’t believe she wanted to keep going. Damn condoms ran out…”

Steve chuckled before looking back at you, placing a kiss on your head. They can let you rest for a little while longer until you awaken. Once that happens, you will probably need assistance in the shower.

#tekken #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken steve fox #steve fox #steve fox x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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alphadarkboy21 · 11 months

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#tekken #tekken 8 #tekken jin #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #he got his eye back #longer hair too #he looks good no matter the design #jin too but he went through less changes #jin kazama #kazama jin #video game trailer #video game #fighting games #taekwondo #taekwando #kick #rivals #rivalry

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gummi-stims · 2 months

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Could I please request a stimboard of Hwoarang from Tekken?

Here you go, hope this is alright!

🥋-🏍-🥋

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spemmort · 8 months

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yay I did this challenge (and posted art for once on my main 💪💪💪)

tried drawing the best boys (and goat) from fighting games :)

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nialistically · 9 months

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✨🩸The Blood Talon 🐦‍⬛✨ Hwoarang in Tekken 8!

#tekken 8 #tekken fanart #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #hwoajin #digital illustration

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chuwning · 2 months

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EMERGENCY!!! HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS MAN? PLEASE! I NEED YOUR HELP!

(I’m going insane I can’t find fanfictions about this guy i’ve already read EVERY SINGLE one of em which is like 10 fics and it’s 12 am and mama needs to be fed)

#tekken #tekken 8 #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #emergency #missing #my bf #my bf <3 #my bf (real)

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comelylust · 9 months

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Hwoarang x fem!reader

tw: smut, thigh riding, mocking.

He loves the sweet sound of your heavy breathing and needy moans as you rub your pussy against his clothed thigh, he thinks it's the most delicious thing he's ever heard.

He runs his warm calloused fingers over your exposed, hot skin, love the innocent way you ask him to touch you more, to please let you cum, of course he doesn't give in.

he loves how needy you get when he refuses to fuck you, until you take the initiative to ride his thigh and seek your own release, while you wetness stains his nice sweatpants.

the wet and blushing look you give him provokes him to want to ruin you, maybe if you keep begging him, he will fuck you very well but for now he will enjoy how greedy and bratty you are.

#hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken #tekken hwoarang #tw: smut

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xxladyballadxx · 3 months

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||Be With Me, Stay With Me||

ꨄ Hwoarang x (fem) Reader ꨄ

Summary: Hwoarang didn't like the idea of you marrying the man whom you barely even know. Your family arranged a marriage for you and you’ve been forced to deal with it. You didn’t have a choice. Even though you already have that special someone in your heart…

⚠︎TW: SIGNS OF BRUISES AND MENTIONS OF ABUSE⚠︎

❦ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ❦

After Hwoarang was finally done with the match, he walked over to the breakroom and spotted you sitting down so serenely on the bench waiting for him patiently. “Hello there, you little bookworm.” Hwoarang opened his muscular arms wide open for you as you rushed over and swung your arms to hug him, “Hello, you cocky bastard.”

“Enjoy the match?” Hwoarang curved a flirtatious smirk across his face when he asked you. You giggled, gently pulling away from him. “You did amazing out there. I knew you were going to kick his ass out there anyway. You pinched his cheeks. Hwoarang chuckled, putting your hands away from his charming face, “Of course I did! Because I’m awesome! I’m one of the greatest fighters ever!” Hwoarang boasted, jerking his thumb towards himself.

You rolled your eyes at his intolerable behaviour. Always loves to boast about how strong he is and such things like that. It’s what you love about him. He’s a very good fighter with a strong heart. Hwoarang may not seem like it but he truly does have a good heart. “You know…” Hwoarang began to speak, scratching the back of his head with a little smile, “I’m actually quite glad that you’re here because I got something to tell you.”

You twiddled with your thumbs nervously, “Well, I got something to tell you too…” looking down with your head lowered as your face saddened, you looked up to him and told him with a lot of regret weighing heavily on you, “I’m getting married…”

Hwoarang’s face darkened, “To who?” his voice sounded more angry and somehow upset. He didn't show it but you could tell by his tone. “My family arranged a marriage for me and I had no choice but to accept it. His name is John and he’s from a wealthy family…just like me.” You had a lot of regret in your heavy heart for telling him this news.

His eyes moved to the sight where he spotted bruises at the sides of your neck which alarmed him. Hwoarang inches in closer and grasps your shoulders in anger showing a hint of worry, “(Name)?! Did this ‘John’ guy do this to you?!” He fumed, demanding to know if it was him or not. It was that bastard John, he slapped and strangled you not so long ago. Causing bruises to show on your neck. You couldn’t tell Hwoarang about it.

You pulled away and tried to hide it, “I-it’s nothing!” using your hair to shield the bruises on your neck even though it didn’t help much.

“Don’t bullshit me, (Name), don’t you dare fucking lie to me.” His voice was fueling up with more anger. No point of lying straight to his scowling face. “I’m okay though. I’m fine.” As much as you want to admit it, you’re not fucking fine. You just got physically abused by your fiance, made you cry your heart out as he hurt you so badly. Hwoarang was growing sick and tired of your lies, “Where is this bastard? I’m going to fucking kill him..” he growled, threatening to beat the shit out of that man for hurting you.

“Hwoarang, please…”

A silence swept in between you two, with a sad-angry gaze locking onto each other. Your heart began to get heavy, drowned in so much regret. You never wanted this to happen but it just did. Your family mentally abused you and said they would kick you out of the family if you don’t agree to marry John.

“....Don’t marry him, (Name)..” Hwoarang said, not wanting you to marry that heartless prick. He doesn’t want you to be that bastard’s wife. He won’t allow it but what choice do you have anyway?

“I have to do this…” you added, your voice shaking, “Otherwise my family will kick me out of their lives…” Hwoarang never realized you were going through this and he wondered how long you’ve been engaged to that man. His heart felt a sting of pain, killing him slowly. He was hurt and visibly upset by this, he tried so hard not to show it.

How come you never told Hwoarang about this when you got engaged to the man you barely even know? Is it because you’re afraid he will leave you?

“There is no room for that evil, wicked man in my heart and he will never have my heart because there is already someone who has it. Someone who deserves my whole heart..” You were referring to Hwoarang, the man who you truly care about the most. Your eyes moved to look at him with a sad smile. Hwoarang became trapped in your gaze, his heart beating as you basically confessed to him. It was quite surprising coming from you because he wanted to be the first one to tell you. Hwoarang couldn’t find the courage to, he never experienced romance in his life and even thought he never needed anyone. Until he met you…

“(Name)..” Hworang walked up to you, his hand cupping the side of your face. The way he said your name in such a heartwarming, uplifting way just caused all the feelings to appear in your heart. Feeling its warmth inside you, coming from Hwoarang as he kissed you for the first time. You shed a few tears with Hwoarang hugging you close to him, your head buried into his chest.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to tell you, (Name)..” Hwoarang tightened the hug, not too tight since he might crush you with his muscular arms. “Oh Hwoarang…you know I will always choose you.”

“(Name), please don’t marry that man…”

Be with me, stay with me..

The words that he should have said to her..

To convince her to be with him…

Vanished like dust…

“Hwoarang, we can’t be together…I can’t..”

Hwoarang growled and pulled away from you in frustration, no longer looking you in the eye. If you weren’t forced to marry that man by your parents, you and Hwoarang would be together. You know that it will never happen…

It was nothing for you two to say, Hwoarang was hurting and he wished that this didn’t happen. You marrying the man whom you barely knew crushed his heart into pieces. It crushed him. You bid a silent farewell to him, believing it would be the last time you will ever see him. You cried your way out of the break room, exiting the arena with your bruised-sore hands covering your crying eyes.

On the other hand, Hwoarang didn’t move a muscle. He just stood here, visibly hurting inside. He didn’t even bother to run to get you. The whole silence broke when he let his anger burst into flames, causing him to punch the wall aggressively with such rage and heartbreak, leaving a smashed mark. His knuckles bleed when he threw a hard punch towards the wall, he seemed to be unbothered by it. Not giving a single fuck about his knuckles bleeding.

The only thing he cares about right now is thinking of a way to save you from that forced marriage…

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The Wedding Day

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The maids threw the wedding dress on you as you looked deeply in the mirror with a depressing face. Wishing you could tore the dress to shreds. “Oh, don’t you look lovely, Miss (L/n)?” one of the maids said, fixing the lower part at the bottom of the dress. You didn’t respond to her because you weren’t in a mood to talk. You squeezed the bouquet in your hand in anger and held back the tears. You were thinking about Hwoarang.

As the maids left you alone for a moment to tend to your parents, you sobbed in silence and lowered your head to the floor. You gasped in shock and held your head up as you heard something…

“You little punk!”

“Somebody stop him!”

The security guards were shouting at someone down in the hallway outside your room. You began to wonder what the commotion was about. You were about to swing open the door when that certain person you know kicked down the doors.

“Hwoarang?!” you dropped your bouquet to the floor and rushed over to him, utterly shocked by his arrival.

He winked, “In the flesh!” grabbing your wrist, Hwoarang rapidly slipped you out of the room and looked both ways in the hallway, seeing if there were any more security coming up. “Hwoarang! What are you doing here?!”

“Isn’t it obvious?! I came here to save you from this mess and another reason; I don’t want you to marry that fucking bastard!” Hwoarang yelled, he wasn’t actually angry towards you. He was angry at the fact that you nearly married this man by force.

Hwoarang was about to go to the left side until all the security surrounded him along with your parents appearing at the scene. “(Name)! Think about what you’re doing!” Your father pushed some of the security out of his way, his face twisted furiously when Hwoarang appeared in his sight, “You! How dare you barge in here and try to take my daughter away from me?!”

His wife jerked her hand, motioning you to come over to their side, “(Name)! Step away from that man and come over here this instant!”

You shake your head, holding Hwoarang’s hand tightly, “No, I won’t. I had enough of you and father lecturing me for one fucking day! Telling me what to do and not what to do when this is my fucking life!” Hwoarang felt glad that you had the courage to stand up against your parents. Somehow, he knew that you had it in you.

“You dare to speak to us this way?! You live under our roof, you ungrateful wench!”

“...Not anymore..”

Hwoarang smirked, noticing the window was fully opened in your room. You shrieked when he carried you bridal style in his muscular arms, “Well Mrs (M/n) and Mr (F/n), it was nice seeing you! Say goodbye to your daughter as I will be taking her from you!” He rushed into the room with you in his arms jumping out of the window, landing on his feet as he hit the ground.

‘Oh my fucking god, he’s quite a strong man..’ you were stunned by his landing. Bloody well, this guy is built different. Hwoarang put you down as you two rushed to his motorcycle. “Let’s get the hell out of here!” He hopped on his vehicle, starting the engine. Before you could get on, you lifted up your dress, grasping it tightly as you jumped on, wrapping your arms around Hwoarang’s waist.

“Alright, let’s go!” Hwoarang turned his bike towards the exit gate and drove away from the mansion with (Y/n)’s parents coming out as one of them shouted, “(Name)!”

Your father urged the security to come and get you, they hopped in the cars and drove off to chase after you. All didn’t work out until they lost track of you. Hwoarang managed to get away from them by trapping them in road work that was happening on the other side. They simply have no idea where Hwoarang lives, which is a relief.

Hwoarang stopped his bike in his unopened garage, jumping out of his vehicle as he pulled down the huge door. You grunted, getting off his motorbike and stretching your back, “Finally, I can stand up again..”

“What? Did you not find that fun?” Hwoarang asked, walking up to you with a bitter smirk. You let out a laugh towards his question, “Not going to lie but that was fun..” looking down at your wedding dress that got filth at the bottom but you don’t seem to give a shit about it.

“Live with me, (Name)..”

“Wait what?” he’s offering you to live with him since you had nowhere else to go. You didn’t know what to say. “Bloody hell, I wasn’t really asking, you know? Besides…” Hwoarang pulled you to him to give you a kiss attack on the lips, smirking “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

You choked in a little laughter, “I guess I am..”

Hwoarang grinned, picking you up as you laughed once more. He made the door creak by kicking it wide open, revealing the messy living room. You couldn’t believe this man you’re in love never once tidied up the place. He noticed this funny ‘i am disgusted by you’ look on your face, “Yeah…sorry about the mess..”

You giggled at his apology, “Don’t worry about it, you silly cocky goof.” He chuckled and pressed his lips down on your forehead, escorting you to his bedroom which appeared to be a little messier compared to the living room.

He threw you gently on the bed and crawled on top of you, touching his lips against yours. You moaned through the kiss, tenderly wrapping your arms around him. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for this, (Name)..”

You kissed the side of his face and smiled, your forehead pressing against his, “Honestly, same here..”

“I’m glad you didn’t marry that bastard..”

“And I’m glad you came to save me..”

Hwoarang created a trail of kisses starting from the neck to your chest, your body tensed up in excitement by the touch of his lips. “You know, Hwoarang..” You held his head and smooched the top of it, “My life will never be better without you…”

He cuddled up next to you on the bed, holding your hand and kissed the back of it before he set his loving gaze on you, “And I am never going to live without you, (Name). You’re really the person I want to be with. Damn, you changed my whole heart somehow.”

You moved your head to lean on his shoulder and said, “And you changed mine..”

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a/n - I've never written this much before in my life! It's fucking insane! Somehow, I feel like I've rushed this because I was having a mega writer's block! (𖦹ᯅ𖦹) so I'm very sorry if this was boring for you to read! (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

I'm literally in the Tekken era rn since Hwoarang, my cocky ass man, revealed himself in Tekken 8!! I remember I've been crushing on him ever since high school! so yeah I have returned to 'crushing on Hwoarang' era huehuehue

anyway I will try and write another fanfic of him in the future!

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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#tekken #tekken x reader #hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken imagine #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang x f! reader #tekken fanfic

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