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All Morning
Tekken - Jin Kazama x Reader x Hwoarang
Warnings - 18+Only.
Writer's Block still has me in a chokehold, but with Tekken 8 coming SOON, I wanted to try something short and fluffy with these two.
I've said it before, but there is a criminal lack of Tekken x Reader out there and we as a society should rectify this post-haste--
Enjoy the Rambles!
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You awoke to the sounds of Jin and Hwoarang fighting.
This was hardly an unusual occurrence, but you had been greatly looking forward to a long, peaceful, lazy morning, and they had promised to behave. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately trying to will yourself back into slumber--
"You are doing it wrong--"
"Outta the way!"
"Pitiful."
"What'd you say?!"
There was a loud crash as the sound of something in your kitchen smashing on the floor made you wince, and you forced your eyes open, glowering at the ceiling as Jin and Hwoarang continued to hiss at each through the thin walls of your apartment.
One morning...just one....
A thick cloud of irritation quickly rolled over you, obscuring the bright sunshine trickling through your bedroom window. Kicking the blankets off you roughly, you swung your feet off the side of the bed, grumbling under your breath as you marched towards the door.
"I swear if you two have wrecked my kitchen again—”
You shoved the door open and marched across your living room, squinting in the glare of sunlight shining through the bay windows. Jin and Hwoarang’s heads snapped towards you, their eyes wide. The were stood across from each other, a scattered bowl at their feet, their clothes….
…covered in flour.
You stared at Jin and Hwoarang, who both stared back, mutely. You were beginning to think you were still asleep.
It was Jin who spoke first, his voice a low, irritated huff as he stepped around Hwoarang, kneeling down to begin clearing up the shattered bowl on the kitchen floor. “Now look what you’ve done.” He snapped at the red haired man. Hwoarang’s expressed soured as tore his gaze away from you to glower at Jin.
“What did you say?! You sayin this is my fault—”
“Yes.”
“Why I outta--!”
“Are you two making pancakes?”
Both men fell silent once more. You stared at them, then at the cluttered countertop – eggs, mixing bowls, an unholy amount of flour and sugar and strawberry syrup—
“…it was his idea.” Hwoarang grumbled, scowling at a corner of the kitchen that had somehow gravely offended him. Jin shot Hwoarang an irritated glance, while you rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times afterwards at the scene before you.
…yes, definitely not dreaming.
“Do you two even know how to make pancakes?” You asked. Jin gestured towards the countertop, where Hwoarang’s phone sat.
“…Xiaoyu sent us instructions.”
Hwoarang snorted. “Yeah. Instructions. In between all the memes and emojis—”
“They are simple enough to follow, if Hwoarang would listen for once—”
“Eh?! You trying to fight—”
“Why are you making pancakes in the first place?”
Both men fell silent again. Jin stared somewhere above your head, while Hwoarang rubbed the back of his neck. They seemed…bashful.
You folded your arms, realisation beginning to dawn on you, a smile twitching onto your lips. “Guys….”
“We have not had a morning together in some time.” Jin said finally, beginning to look slightly sheepish. “I…thought it would be…nice.”
…God, you adored those beautiful fools.
Smiling, you stepped around the counter, leaning up to softly brush your lips against Jin’s cheek. His eyes widened slightly, the faintest tint of red on his skin. “You’re sweet.” You murmured in his ear. He chuckled slightly, his palm sliding over to your hip.
“Hey.” Hwoarang cut in, lips tugging downwards in a sharp frown, puffing like a bird whose feathers had been thoroughly ruffled. “I helped—”
“Hardly.”
“That’s it, right here, Kazama—”
You laughed, catching Hwoarang’s forearm, tugging him towards you so you could press a kiss to his jawline. He grumbled, glaring at Jin over your head, his arms slipping around your waist. You trailed your fingers over his arm, while your free hand grazed slowly up Jin’s torso.
“So, if this is all for me…” You hummed thoughtfully, and both Jin and Hwoarang paused in their bickering, their heads snapping towards you as you smiled coyly at them. “…does that mean I get to make requests?”
Both men looked at each other, then back at you. “I suppose.” Jin said, stepping closer towards you, his eyes moving over you like a slow caress.
You felt Hwoarang press into your back, his rough hands sliding around your hips, a pleased grin spreading across his handsome face. “I guess.” His voice was low in your ear, wicked promises in his tone. “What is it you want, hmmmm…?”
You already had something in mind.
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“You are so cute when you pout, Hwoarang.”
The red head responded by glowering at you from the kitchen, aggressively stirring the large mixing bowl tucked against his arm. The toned muscle of his abdomen flexed and contracted with every movement, and he turned sharply towards the back counter, giving you an uninterrupted view of his broad shoulders, the naked expanse of his back trailing down to narrow hips, his low hanging pants snuggly accentuating his perfectly formed—
“Coffee?”
You tore your eyes away from Hwoarang to get a new, equally pleasing eyeful of a half-naked Jin Kazama holding a fresh mug of coffee under your nose. You made an appreciative sound – not entirely because of the beverage – and accepted it with a smile, while Jin rolled his eyes slightly and headed back towards the kitchen to finish making breakfast. You settled back onto the couch, sipping from your mug as you admired the morning view of two unreasonably gorgeous, half-dressedmen making you pancakes.
“This isn’t what I was thinking of...” Hwoarang grumbled as Jin rejoined him in the kitchen. You smiled brightly and lifted your mug in salute.
“It’s what I was thinking.” You tilted your head, eyes trailing down Jin’s abdomen, shamelessly admiringly the way the sun caressed his flawlessly carved physique, the smooth roll of Hwoarang’s muscles beneath his smooth skin. “Although I confess, reality is better than my imagination…”
“Thank you.” Jin said, his tone dry as paper. His large hands closed around a jar of sugar, tugging the lid off – the muscles of his arms flexed and bulged downright indecently, and you knew you caught the hint of a smile on his lips as he caught your gaze lingering. Hwoarang scoffed, but you caught him tensing slightly as he reached into the cupboard, the muscles in his back flexing deliciously, his sharp gaze catching yours over his shoulder.
You were beginning to contemplate requesting to forget about breakfast entirely, but you reminded yourself to be patient.
The three of you had all morning, after all.
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you may have just written the perfect smut….. So you have inspired me: Dating Tekken 6/blood vangance Jin Sfw and Nsfw headcanons
Tekken 6 Jin x Fem Reader! Headcanon ! ✦( sfw/nsfw )
Pairing : Tekken 6 Jin/Fem reader .
Warning : MINOR DNI , NSFW.
Answer : OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH! I was embarrassed by myself while writing smut , thank you for that words! That's a hard request since Tekken 6 Jin is a TOTAL JERK! But I also think he has that 'twisted' kindness in him since he's born to be a Kazama child! Hope you enjoy anon , I'm not that expert in writing and I tried so hard to keep him in character. I hope I done your request nicely .
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ REQUEST OPEN! [ ALL TEKKEN CHARACTERS ]
Information about request : Sorry! I will try to do it faster! I have a history exam in next week so just put it in my inbox I will make sure to make it. But don't worry I will try to do one or 2 in a day . I just organize my time for my writing so you guys can still request! Btw all of the request are so good! probably will make it!
SFW !
Jin's love language's totally 'act of service' . He's not good at paraphrasing his own words . He also believes that actions speak louder than words . You always find yourself receiving a bouquet of flower and Your comfort food at your own table . He will also write 'it reminded me of you' on a sticky notes .
He's a frickin CEO of a big military company , he must be rich asf but he never admit it . He always hands you his black card as casually as if he were giving you a piece of paper. He also will spoil you too much . He will bring you to a lavish restaurant and shopping trip just to spoils you .
You receive a gifts almost everyday . Expensive jewelry , a big ass teddy bear , flowers .
Yes, at one point, you mentioned your love for reading books, and he went ahead and bought the book café just for you.. "You know the book café from street 191?" "Yes...wait...DON'T TELL ME YOU JUST--" "It's yours now" "EH WHY?" "Princess , I tell you It's yours now . Don't let me repeat myself"
You can order a coffee or other beverages for free and read a latest popular book in there .
He will also act like he's busy with work . But thinking the fact you will go alone is much WORSE .
"Jin...I thought you have a business call?" "the meeting wrapped up early , I kinda bored so I'm here to be with you . Please appreciate my effort as I willingly to join your stupid shopping spree" Meanwhile his inner monologue : [I hurried over as soon as possible because I care about you, damn it.
"Stupid shopping spree..? If you don't want to be here then it's okay? I don't ask you to be here , you can rest" "For you [Y/N], I would rather be bored 'here' than being alone without you"
More textual evidence that shows he's actually care for you Whenever you're leaving his side while choosing clothes, he goes into a frenzy trying to find you. "Please search for [Y/N]," he immediately instructs his bodyguard to locate you.
"I'm right here dude" "god dammit [Y/N]" after that , you will make fun of him .
Yes , you're his pet . But whenever you're mad or hurt he will switch up and be your pet . "Do you want anything princess?" "Are you sick? You don't eat the dessert that I bought for you , tell me what's wrong?" He will positioned himself below you whenever you're sick or mad at him .
This man would prefer to endure an awkward conversation with you than be separated from you.
He always invite you to his office whenever you're free . "So..Jin..what do you want?" "Just stay"
He rent a penthouse just for you two to hangout , the penthouse symbolize the sense of comfort in himself . He becomes incredibly open about himself when he's in that penthouse with you.
He will have a shower with you , sitting in the bath up and caresses your body/hair/face "Even when you're being incredibly annoying....I still love...I will always come back to you.." He said that while stroking your wet hair .
He will put you into bed , "Can we just spend the entire night..with you on top of me...princess?"
Also , he will picks you up with his motorcycle . "Hop on , princess. I will take you far away from here...if you don't mind?" He will leave a slight smirk while looking at you . "So evil" That's the words that entertain him .
NSFW ! [ MINOR DNI ]
He's dominant , he want to be on top of you , bullying your sweet little cunt with his huge cock . He always remind you , your place when he's in charge . "Who do you belong to , princess?" "You"
He enjoys public sex but not too much , he still want a privacy . He loves the fact that you try to not make noise while his cock bury in your tight little cunt . He loves to fuck you in his office and um his HELICOPTER . [ whenever he's alone , he ask Nina to leave him with you in his helicopter ]
He also don't care when he's on the phone , He will fuck your pussy anyways . "This is Jin" He picks up the phone while his dick's still inside of you continue to fuck while he discussing his business with Nina or Eddy .
"Where's your panties , sweet little thing? My sweet princess really want to cum in my private helicopter hm?" He said that while circling your clits while his hand firmly grasps your chin.
He loves to see you playing with yourself , he bought a toy just for you to play with it . Watching you fucking yourself with his toy that he bought for you just send him into paradise . "Yes princess , cum for me" he said that while his eyes ogling your body .
Whenever you're not with him , he will make you wear a vibrator . You think it's hot so you just agree with it until you clit is swollen and wet because of it . Finally you face him in his office "Lift up your skirt , princess " He will remove it if you're not comfortable with it . He will apologize seeing your pussy being wet because of the vibrator . "Sorry princess , how was your day?"
He loves to place you on his lap , make you riding his lap while he bounce you on his leg . "Say the magic words princess"
Then he will make you hop on his cock .
Oh this man love spanking you but only when you're disobeying him . "Count for me princess" then he start to spank your ass while your entire body on his lap . "I don't know this spanking session can make your cunt this wet , princess"
He don't like to breed you or cum inside you .
Instead , he will cum on your face . "Ah...Such a messy princess"
★ Written by @livewithyura Why you want to copy this crap? I also take inspiration from my fav romance novel . You can reblog and share !
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wanted to get chapter 13 out for a long time, so heres some doots for it while chapter 14 is under review!
read the fic!
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Giving Head~ Tekken~ WLW Headcannons
I hope the other gay Tekken girlies find this. Not proof read just vibes. 18 + only
Jun Kazama
-The trust you'd have with this woman reflects how she's in tune with your body.
-Loves starting things off with kisses and soft touches, her words know how to relax you. Feeling safe and comfortable was Jun's top priority.
-Doesn't eat you out right away, opting to trail kisses down your body, leaves love bite underneath your breasts while her fingers tease at your entrance, all the while whispering how good and special you are to her.
-Once she does get to eating you out Jun already has you soaked, licking you gingerly and eagerly all while touching herself. She needs your touch in some way--squeezing her unoccupied hand while she devours you or your hand tangled in her hair while she works. Yank and tug all you wish;Jun Kazama doesn't mind roughness, you don't mind it either but she often apologies for it. (she literally has a line about being rough in the Tekken 8 CNT)
-Wants to hear your moans, encourages it even while praising how amazing you taste.
-This woman is so vocal. She'll be moaning at your wetness, in turn driving you closer and closer to your climax. Once you reach it, she laps up all you produce while showering you with praises and kisses.
-Knowing her power and what little we know from what has been revealed from Tekken 8, you'll be tired but at the same time rejuvenated.
-This woman is so soft for you.
"Such a good girl." mommy? sorry
"I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"I love everything about you. Including those gorgeous sounds."
Nina Williams
-Does Nina love you? That's debatable. Does she know how to please you? Absolutely.
-Being a spy, and a special agent, Nina is trained to excel in any situation she's put in.
-She's a sexy blonde woman, Nina knows the sex appeal she garners, not as much as her sister Anna (no one can match Anna's appeal) but she knows how people look at her; men of course, but women intrigue her.
-You both met at some bar during a recon mission she was wrapping up and noticed you couldn't your eyes off of her. Of course Nina wanted to blow off some steam and you were happy to oblige and help her.
-Nina loves being in control, whether receiving or not, that's why when her fingers are plunged into you, she's testing you, seeing if you can be as quiet as possible. You're in a bar bathroom for one and plus I'd like to think Nina loves toying with her partners.
-Once she's at eye level with your pussy she'd work quick and precise: similar to how she works in the game. She'd find your clit pretty fast, lapping at it swiftly while fingering the spot you want.
-She'd chuckle at how you'd try and suppress your moans. At some point if you're close, she'd let you come once she counts down. Does it at an agonizingly slow pace but lets you come once you get there.
"Maybe I'll eat you out if you be quiet, hmm?"
"It's past your bedtime, but maybe I can play for a bit."
"You aren't done until I say so."
Kazumi Mishima
-Kazumi's a tiger tamer so she know how to tame that pussy. sorry not sorry
-Like Jun is super soft with you but can get stern when she needs to.
-Starts out by fingering you, praising you all while working you oh so slow to feel every inch. Don't whine or protest just yet or she'd pull away just as fast. A way to teach you a lesson in her eyes, so be patient.
-Once she does get to your pussy she's eating you like a woman starved. Very on point with finding all your sweet spots, exactly how her play style is: effective at pokes, finding them and retreating as such before going right back in to do the same.
-She gets off on your sounds, cumming once you do.
-Like Jun she's in tune with your body and depending on how good you act, she may or may not unleash her devil side.
"Can you be good for me, kitten?"
"Your sounds are the power I need, the only thing in this world."
"Yeah, just hearing you can do this to me."
Katarina Alves
-MEAN. Can be sadistic at times, loves to taunt you when she's pleasing you.
-Has you pressed against her chest, kissing and sucking your neck while teasing you through your panties.
-If you protest, whine or moan too much she'll stop completely, saying you aren't acting well enough for her to play with your pussy, let alone eat it out.
-You have to promise and nearly vow to be good for her, clutching her arms and touching her yourself, pinching her breasts and caressing them until she's sighing back into your arms.
-Once she reaches your sweet center though, she knows how to work. Lapping at the clit beautifully, simultaneously fingers you so fast that you arch and buck into her.
-She might be mean about it but she loves how reactive you are. Moans against your pussy, drowning in how you drip into her mouth.
-Doesn't stop when you cum. Overstimulates you like hell.
-Loves to make you squirt. Challenges you to cover her shades in your essence.
"You want mommy's mouth, beg for it."
"Such a slut for me, c'mon I know you can do better than that."
"You got a lot more left, pretty girl."
Anna Williams
-A huge tease.
-Flirts with you even while knuckle deep within you, telling you exactly what she wants to do to you.
-Laughs if you ask if her how long till she eats you out. Deliberately will go slower, stretching you out till you're closer to orgasm.
-If you beg her however, and/or moan enough for her, Anna will give you whatever ask for. Unlike Nina, Anna loves you; she may not be in love with you yet, but she does love how your body reacts just for her.
-Once she does get to your pussy, Anna cannot help herself. Already spurned by your noises she dives right in, growling into your sweet heat.
-Backs off from your cunt to talk you through how you were feeling. Still teasing but is more soft in your motions. Eggs you on to come while fingering you until you do so.
-"Come on baby, you're really close."
"Touching you like this never fails to get me wet. What? It's true and you know it."
"You're so sexy like this."
Master Raven
-Busy has hell but always makes time for you.
-Queen of quickies, knows how to make them last a while for you.
-Just pops up in your room when you're horny or if you message her.
-Always says she doesn't have time, mentions assignments she goes on but gets lost you. Especially loves how much you complement her body in her suit or say you appreciate how hard she works and protects you.
-Leads a trail down your body, pressing hard kisses where you make the most noise. Loves your noises even when she wants you to be silent. Lady Raven seems like she's all business but often loosens up just for you.
-When she reaches your pussy Raven is all about business yet again. Her movements depend on you: if you follow her directions then she'll go as fast or slow as you'd like; if you were bratty well, Raven will make your orgasm quick, no enjoyment at all.
-She eats you out while touching herself since she doesn't make enough time for her own pleasure.
-"I don't have much time, follow my lead and it'll be pleasurable for us both."
"I'll end this quickly if you don't listen."
"Let go, I have enough time for one more."
Lidia Sobieska
-Also busy as hell.
-Lidia stays devoted to her country along with her training but never ceases to squeeze in time for you.
-That being said, you never know when and where Lidia decides to get intimate with you. Whether it be in her dojo after an intense training session where she's drench in not only sweat but desire, or in the back of her limo while en route to her next meeting at parliament.
-Lidia did not care; if you wanted her and she had the time, she'd cater to you. When eating you out she gets fully on her knees, wanting to be comfortable while she focuses on your pussy.
-Is very sloppy, literally salivating at your taste. Goes between licking your silt slowly then fast, curling at the points that make you most reactive.
-Praises you, adores praising you. Will stop eating you out just to tell you that you're doing well, fingers you while fingering herself since she has little time for another round.
-Would have entered parliament with her face messy but you clean her up quickly. May or may not have yelled osu while you came.
"Was I too much? Do you need me to call someone to care for you during my meeting?"
"Don't be quiet, my love. I love those noises."
"OSU! Uh, fuck, sorry. You really get me in the zone."
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Not Jealous
Pairing: Hwoarang x Fem Reader
First time writing for Hwoarang, so I hope I did well!
Summary: It's supposed to be a friends' night at the club, but when the reader accidentally bumps into someone whom her best friend, Hwoarang, doesn't like, Hwoarang realizes something within himself that leads to the two connecting in a new way after the reader calls him out for acting jealous...
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Some drinking, foreplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!) Public sex (in a closet) (Also, the 'guy at the bar' is totally not Jin 😂)
Word Count: 1.5k
"Hey, I'm going to grab another drink. Want anything?"
"Yeah, my usual!" Hwoarang spat out, too busy laughing with the rest of his friends
He would always get the same drink, and I knew what I wanted, having to cram against the crowded bar. It was so loud that I had to lean over the bar top and yell my order to the bartender, accidentally bumping someone.
"Oh goodness, I'm sorry!" I hurried to apologize, finding a black-haired man in a biker jacket next to me, his eyes peeking through his bangs:
"It's crowded. Don't worry about it."
"Very crowded," I chuckled nervously, getting my drinks and smiling before I left, "You have a good one!"
"You too," He smiled back softly, waving as I left.
Returning to all my friends, they were still lively except for Hwoarang, who was staring at something with a scowl on his face as I held out his drink:
"Your usual."
He was hyper-focused on whatever he was staring at, leaning to get in his face and tease, "Want me to drink it instead?"
"Thanks," Finally taking his drink, he was still staring out to the crowd of people, so I asked as I sat next to him:
"What's your deal? What are you staring at?"
He ignored me, and more questions flooded my mind when I sat, and his arm went around my shoulders; trying to look in the same direction, I saw that guy that I bumped into at the bar, his eyes locked with Hwoarang's.
That's when it clicked in my head, nearly spilling my drink as I started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Hwoarang was confused by my laughter, and I kept things straightforward:
"Are you jealous because I talked to that guy at the bar?"
How his cheeks turned red with a sour look had me rolling, jumping at his hand falling and pinching my side, mumbling under his breath:
"Jealously is when you're upset about something you don't have. So, no. I'm not jealous."
Good thing I had my drink, taking a big sip for some liquid courage before asking:
"Oh, so you think you have me?"
Gazing past the orange strand of hair against his nose, we've never stared at each other so deeply, glancing at that guy still at the bar and then back to Hwoarang:
"Don't like the way he smiled at me or something?"
"I don't like that guy," That was obvious, glaring at him once more before turning back to me with a cocky smirk, hand latched to my hip and pulling me closer, "And yeah, I'm pretty sure I have you."
Why did I feel so hot suddenly? I didn't even realize how heavy my breaths were as he just smirked at me, beginning to lean closer, but both of us stopped as our friends made their presence known and teased:
"Geez! Get a room!"
So much embarrassment overtook me; a part of me wanted to kick their asses for ruining that moment for me. Hwoarang was about to kiss me, and that's what they do?!
"I'm gonna run to the restroom," I said quickly, standing and speedwalking off, but Hwoarang was right behind me. I heard him yell at our friends before speaking to me:
"Wait a second!"
I made it to the restroom area first, seeing a closet in the hall. Opening it quickly, there was just some cleaning supplies on some shelves against the back wall, keeping it open a little as Hwoarang came around, groaning:
"You're seriously running off because they said that?"
"No, they told us to get a room," Grabbing his hand, he knew what I was planning, stepping into the closet and shutting the door, "So, I got us one. Kind of."
"Haha!" He laughed at me, standing against the door, "You having an idea like this?"
"You're the one who was going to kiss me. What did you expect?" I shot back, his silence worrying me, "What? Were you only going to do it to show-boat for that du-"
I was rattled by the goosebumps that covered me, already gone into bliss as his lips smacked into mine, my back hitting the wall, snapping me back into reality, his voice low and deep as he found my eyes in the darkness:
"That guy only made me realize something. That's all."
I couldn't stand the seriousness anymore; all the actions that led us here had an obvious meaning, and a nightclub closet wasn't the place where I'd like to spill my heart out, so I grabbed him by the jacket, kissing him and playing around:
"Give me something good in here, and I just might take you home."
"Good one," He chuckled, pressing his lips hard, the metal clanking of his belt making me look down, his alluring whisper having me melt against the wall, "When I'm done, you'll be begging me to come home with you."
Squeezing the back of my thighs and rubbing his way up my shirt, I instinctively bit his lip the second his hands cupped my ass, squeezing then spreading apart for a finger to slide against my panties and feel their dampness.
"I think it's time to ditch these," He toyed, pulling at my panties. As soon as I wiggled out of them, I was moaning against his chest at the way his finger slid through my folds, finding my clit; my head quickly fixed upward against the wall as he kissed and nibbled at my neck, pumping his finger into me, "That's better."
"Hwoarang-" Biting my lip, I looked at the light peaking under the door, knowing that there was a chance we could get caught and in terrible trouble.
"You like that, yeah?" His arrogance went through the roof from the second I started moaning, adding another finger and pumping faster, burying every knuckle and wiggling to hit my sweet spot.
"Yeah!" I moaned louder, trying to get my point across as I found his waistband, feeling something hard and warm, looking to see his leather pants were already undone, his cock pressed against his briefs hard, desperate for escape, "If we're gonna do this, we'll have to be quick."
"Turn around," He knew I was right, tapping my ass as did as I was told, one hand pushing my skirt up to my hips, feeling the warmth of the other between us, hearing his leaking thoughts come out in whispers, "Knew this skirt would look a lot better like that."
"You were checking me out before?" Turning my head to smirk, my jaw dropped, a high-pitched gasp flying out, "Oh my gosh!"
"Oh my gosh, is right," Even with my eyes shut tight, I knew that his cocky smirk was fixed on me, stuffing my soaked cunt with his cock in just a single thrust, pulling back just a little and the flesh of my ass and thighs rippled when his hips smacked against me, "Can barely take me."
"Hwoa-" Pressing my hands against the wall as hard as I could, it was hard to fight gravity, back arching and perking myself toward him as he went faster and turned me into a sloppy mess, forehead sweating against the wall too, "Shit!"
My upper body started to dip lower and lower, hearing him groan pleasurably once I was at a certain angle, spanking me and smiling:
"There you go; take this cock, baby."
Standing was becoming a real challenge, trying to focus on all the good tingles I felt, how quickly the tip of his cock was hitting every right spot, but looking as there seemed to be a lot of commotion outside the door.
He noticed too, an arm wrapping around my chest to hold me upright, his free hand finding my clit, ruthlessly rubbing, and it sent me into a frenzy, squirming and my walls squeezing his cock hard as I squealed:
"Hwoarang!"
"I know you're gonna cum," He whispered in my ear, covering my mouth and ramming his cock faster, "As soon as we slip out of here, we'll leave, okay? Together."
I only nodded, eyes rolling back as screams muffled into his hand from how he was deep fucking me, panting hard into his hand, my heart beating in my head and seeing stars, but hearing his whispers echoed into the bass of the music outside the door:
"Oh yeah, baby. Definitely taking you home for round two."
His thrusts slowed but were still deep, needing to feel how hard I came around his cock, drenched and my legs shaking with an ache in my knees, finally getting the air I needed as he pulled back and moved his hand from my mouth.
"I n-need a second, Hwoa-" I breathed in deep, resting against the wall as I fixed my skirt, smiling at his hands rubbing my back, giving me the moment I needed, ready to sneak out, but doubling checking as I cocked my eyebrow at him and recalled, "So, we really going home for round two?"
"Hell yeah," He smirked and winked, "I still haven't gotten my fix. You're in for it."
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The Avenger and The Lover
Jin Kazama x Fem Fighter! Reader
@oyasumimosura asked: Tysm! May I request some Jin Kazama x reader where Jin met (y/n) at the school garden since she’s the head of the gardening club? She even gave him some flowers before he left the garden, This sets when he got trained by Heihachi when Heihachi later, found out about their friendship. He sent the ogre to kill her parents. Even though she has this cute flower girl persona, Jin doesn’t know (y/n) is still a deadly fighter inside since she participated in street fighting before to earn some money before stopping it because her parents don’t want their daughter to get into trouble again. So she signed up for the tournament, wanting to avenge her parent’s death. She didn’t expect to find Jin, they even got into a fight. Jin was surprised that she was very a good fighter. That makes him fall in love with her more.
When I tell you I got too excited would be an understatement. I HAVE DREAMED OF THIS moment.
Warnings: Angst, death, some fluff here and there, reader entering the tournament, also time skip and SPOILERS!!!
Word got around the school that a new student is coming to your school. You were helping out the fellow associates of your club. Tending buds around your school as the cherry blooms swayed in the sunlit afternoon. Your club members chattered like gossip girls in a bathroom.
" So you guy heard about the new kid?"
"Yea, they say his name is... Jin Kazama?"
" Some of my friends said that came in here in a limousine. And not just your average rich one. It had the Mishima Zaibatsu symbol on it."
"No way! Is he related to you know who?"
" If he arrived here in that, he has to be."
"Alright, units!" You hollered out as the members turned their attention towards you. " That's enough planting for today, head to your designated classes, and we will pick this up tomorrow." You requested as the members got up from the ground and bowed their heads before leaving the school garden. " Thank you, President!"
You sighed as you watched your constituents leaving the garden one by one. It's hard being the president of the school's flower club. Especially when it comes to seasonal and traditional affairs, you loved how much you and your teammates achieved so much. And finally, you can have some alone time. You reached for your phone in your coat pocket and pressed play on your playlist. You took off your shoes and started to sway from side to side before dancing to the music. The flower gently swung in the wind as you pulled the hair tie out of your hair, and a couple of pedals glistened into your movements as if there were on command.
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Jin roamed through the hallway. With scrapes and bandages on his face due to his grandfather, Heihachi Mishima's teachings. As he was walking to his next class, he stood by an open space where there were flowers, a lot of flowers. The music filled the air as the wind moved in symphony. And there was... you. Your beautiful hair waved in the air, arms swinging, pedals danced along with you, and your skin was soft and welcoming. Eyesight matching the purple wisteria, you didn't notice that you were smiling at him. Jin felt his heart race, his face turning a shade of pink as he ambled towards you, taken aback.
The song ended as you finished your dance with a bow, as your hair fell on both sides of your face. The pedals gently fall to the gravel-hardened earth. You rose to see the boy in front of you with a pink blush on his face and a hairstyle that looked like he must've used some kind of hair gel. You chuckled as you got back on your feet and greeted him. " Hello there, stranger."
He snuffed and started to stammer. " I-I um... hello."
You tipped your head as you waltzed over to put on your shoes," So... you new around here?" You asked curiously. He responded in a nervous fashion, scratching the back of his head. "Uhhh... yea. I had just begun attending here today." He avoided your gaze, looking down on the pebbled floor underneath him. His blushy countenance still remained. She's ravishing, conceivably the most gorgeous girl I've ever encountered.
You tugged a yellow rose from one of the pots you planted. " Flowers like these... means joy, warmth, and welcome." You explained as you slowly trotted towards him and lifted his head with the palm of your head. " And I, welcome you to our school, my name is Y/n L/n, and you are?"
He withdrew your hand from his face. Now downright flustered, he gulped as he gently took the flower from your hand and presented himself. " It-it's Jin... J-Jin Kazama."
That night he spent with his eyes opened. A mile warm as he held the yellow rose that you'd given him. His heart was ringing in his ears like they were echoing to see her again. The next day, he was racing down the hallway like he was racing against time. He saw you once again. Watering some of the plants that have just arrived recently. You were chatting with the other club members while eating lunch when one of them caught a glimpse of him standing in the middle of the hallway and directly walking toward you.
"It looks like your boyfriend's here." She teased as he walked closer and closer. You playfully shoved her off as your face got warm, "No, he's not... Maybe... But you what I meant!"
Jin came to you with his school bag; in his hand and the other behind his back. He was concealing something. The trace of pink expresses itself. " Hello again, Jin," You welcomed him sweetly. " Hi, Y-y/n"
You could hear the club members murmuring under their breaths.
"Did he just stammer?"
" Yea, I think he's falling in love with her."
" What's behind his back is the real question."
Jin cleared his throat, slowly revealing the bouquet of Japanese hydrangea. Wrapped in a beautiful turquoise wrapping paper. " I want to give you this, as-as- a show of my gratitude. Also, do you want to be friends?"
You shyly answered yes.
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*Spoilers for Episode 3*
But that was four long years ago. Four. Years.
The only thing that held up from the ground was the memory of your parents. Before they fell to the Orge. Before he transferred his power to yours. So let's put it this way, you may look like the average flower girl that goes to your moderate middle school, but were also a badass deathly stealth street fighter. With the compound of martial arts, jujutsu, and gymnastic style, you feared every combatant on the streets. Even Howarang would think twice not to piss you off on a bad day.
So when the Ogre came onto your home and killed your parents, you were traumatized and so full of rage. You tried your best to take him head-on. You may have put a few dents in him, but he came out victorious. Leaving bloody on the ground, defeated, and on the threshold of knocking on death's door.
The Ogre grabbed a glass bottle, slammed it on the ground, and hauled the now sharp object in his hand. A streak of blood came from out of his hand. He arched his way towards your almost lifeless body. He grabbed your hand and haul the broken glass with it. Squeezing his hand as little droplets of blood entered yours, he chanted some style of ritual as you stood crying out in pain, veins prodding out of your skin.
The only thing that you could remember was that voice. " Heal your wounds... Get strong... And then, we shall see you worthy."
Shall see you worthy? What does that phrase mean?
The sound of the plane drove you out of your thoughts. Waking up in an empty middle-class level. You yawned and stretched out your limbs before grabbing your duffle bag.
You stepped out of the Peru airport station. The bright sun shined into the afternoon, and you looked around to find the ride that was supposed to be there.
" I have to ride... all the way to the tournament with this jerk?" A familiar voice called out to your attention as you turned to see the ride, seeing other combatants and two very acquainted boys as they had a stare down with each other.
"Howrarang."
"Kazama."
" My two favorite idiots." You called out as everyone turned their attention to you. " It's been a long time since we got together like this."
Howrarang came at you with his arms out before giving you a hug, " Y/n, you made it! I thought you were gonna watch me win this." You scoffed, and Miss. Miura intervened, " Y/n is another participant in the tournament." She added. Jin looked at you in shock. He didn't know that you also entered the tournament. But you also look... completely different. You figure, behavior, it's like you weren't the same Y/n that he knew four years ago. But at the same time... You still looked radiant, perfect, like a dream.
You slowly walked up to Jin as he became speechless, " I don't get a hi either, Mr. Toubled teen?"
Jin snapped out of his thoughts, " Oh- Omm... Uhh-*Clears Thorat" Hi, Y/n"
Hworarang looked at him in astonishment and perplexity. Did Jinn Kazama stutter? Oh, I'm most definitely gonna tease him when we get there, He thought with a smirky smile; on his face. He gonna be hearing his voice for a while.
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" Yo, Jin, you coming or what?" Hworarang called out as Jin was meditating on the stone. "Why?" He answered with his eyes closed. " Because Y/n is gonna be up next! I heard her fight is going to be different than the others." He exhilarated with glee. " You sound pretty excited about this fight," Jin added as he walked with Howrarang to the tournament. He was walking proudly with his arms behind his head. " Oh, trust me, you'll see."
See what, exactly?
You stood in the middle of the forest, with your akiman training outfit, showing the muscular thighs, and your long hair tied up into a ponytail. Your opponent: Some of Mishima's security forces. I hope their ready to have their asses handed to them. Cause I'm not stopping till I have his head on my goddamn wall!
They arrived just in time as the fight was about to begin. Bodies of Tekken soldiers started flying in the air one by one. As the match was one against many battles. Jin felt his jaws fly open and fall to the floor as Howrarang and Xiyaou cheered you on. An experience from your street fighting days. There was one. Fight that you were most confident in: a one-army battle. One woman against a gang. You took them effortlessly. Each guard has their share of a beatdown as you were ruthless towards them. Sending some of the guards flying in the air, others slamming them buried into the ground. Ganryu. Being one of the last of the guards remaining. Took into his sumo position. As you came in charging at him, he stood his ground, waiting for your next attack. What he'd not foreknow was to see you flying into the air as the wind currents carried you between the legs. He knows this style. That's the Kazama technique!
He went to block his face with his arms, but you stopped midway and sent a gut punch to the stomach, a kick to send him flying in the air as you jump along with him, wrapping your legs between both sides of his face into a chokehold. " I'm really sorry for this," You apologized. " None taken." He replied.
"It's time for you to know your place." You yelled out as you sent him outta the air and into the dirt floor. Debris coming from all over. He lay unconscious as you stood on his stomach and raised your fist into the air.
"Winner: The Goddess Street Fighting, Y/n L/n!!"
Hworarange and Xiyaou came rushing into with excitement as they praised and asked about a million questions. Jin could only stare at you in marvel and stupefaction. He always you weren't the type to take on fighting because of who you were merely a flower girl... But now... he's just at a loss for words.
" That was some impressive fighting skills, I'll be sure not to take you on in the net round." Paul Pheonix replied before he put a hand on your shoulder.
The strong acknowledges the strong.
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You lost... You lost against Jin.
You sat in the medical room, tears falling from your face as you cursed out. The automatic door opened before you wiped the dried tears from your face. Jin came into your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and guilt in his eyes. He shouldn't have done this... but his grandfather... He had to do something. Anything. " Y/n, do you have a moment?" He asked as he walked closer to you. You sniffled, " If you came here to brag about your victory, then forget it." He shook his head, and the tiny hint of pink tickled his cheeks before avoiding your gaze. He's got something to say off his chest.
" I..." He sighed as he tried to build up his courage, " Have something to confess, something I've been wanting to say for a long time, maybe even rehearsed my lines before reaching to see you." He placed the flowers on your table stand, cupped your hands in his, and brought them up to his face. " I love you. y/n since we first met in that garden... I knew right then and there that my heart was beating for you. I loved everything about you. Your beauty, your confidence, your personality, then seeing you fight out there against so many, I... My heart screamed your name even more-" You shushed his confession with a passionate kiss before it ended up as a rambling. You pulled away as he gave you a calm look on his face. " I already know that. Jin, but I shouldn't have waited four years just for you to say it."
Jin stared at you for a second before giving a small peck on the lips. " Yea, you're right."
" Sooo... Does that mean you two are dating now?" Hworarang asked curiously as he stood at the door the entire time with his flowers in his hand.
He will never forget the moment. When his rival finally confessed to his crush.
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OH YEAH IT'S OUT
This is the first time I've actually finished writing something since like 2022, hope yall enjoy! (note that this is rated E)
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chapter 2 is up!
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I wrote this in a haze of inspiration and anger
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I don't normally post Iron Fist and Iron Will updates here, but it's been a while. So here, have some Asuka.
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Hey everyone! I just wanted to make a post and say that I have another blog on tumblr, @itjazzbicch
this is where I write fanfiction! That blog is primarily pro-wrestling content because I am a huge wrestling fan
BUT I do write fanfiction for anime and I am going to pick up Tekken! Because I have been a tekken addict about my whole life lol and there's not much tekken fanfiction on here
So i figured I'd mention it here if anyone was interested! My other blog is where I post it all so if you're interested go ahead and take a look!
I also have a wattpad that serves as my masterlist in the bio link if it its easier to find that way!
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Rising Heat
Tekken - King x Female Reader
Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.
So, I have come to the fairly firm conclusion that King is the hottest Tekken man. I will not be taking questions at this time--
Enjoy the Rambles!
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The Charity Tournament was proving to be a success, so far.
In the aftermath of the last King of Iron Fist Tournament, the Mishima Zaibatsu had something of a “PR issue”, as Lee had so delicately put it. Which, considering the last head of the corporation had attempted world domination, was probably something of an understatement.
You were not sure exactly how the idea had come about, but between the minds of Lee, Lars, Alisa, Jin and Steve, the King of Iron Fist Tournament had been rebranded. Now, the tournament’s goal was to raise funds for reconstruction efforts in the areas most affected by the corporation’s actions, along with charities and causes of the competitors choosing.
…you had to admit, the idea had merit. And if gave you an excuse to get back into the ring, so to speak. Jin owed you a rematch, after all.
Xiaoyu practically vibrated with excitement beside you, the prep room bustling with activity. On the large screen above your heads, the match between Jin and Hwoarang was in full swing, and so far it was proving a close call.
“KO!”
Hwoarang hit the floor as the audience erupted with cheers and groans. Xiaoyu bounced on the spot and clapped gleefully, her face lighting up.
“Jin! He did it! He did it!”
“I noticed.” You said dryly, watching her with some bemusement. “Is anyone actually keeping track of how many victories those two have over each other?”
Xiaoyu tilted her head, giving a thoughtful hum before shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sure they must be. I’ll ask later.”
You snorted and returned your attention to the monitor, the announcer’s voice blaring through the speakers as the leaderboard flashed across the screen. You spotted Xiaoyu’s name (“Hey, look, I’m going up against Steve!”) and were scanning for your own when a exuberant voice called out behind you.
“Ladies! Enjoying the show?”
Turning around you saw Lee approaching, his handsome face practically glowing. He had been in his element this evening, and seemed to enjoy working with others to make the tournament a success. You were glad he seemed to be having a good time, but at the moment you were eager to find out when you would be getting into the arena.
Xiaoyu smiled brightly and gestured to the monitor. “We were just looking for her name—”
“I better be fighting Kazama.” You cut in, leaning back to nudge Lee slightly. “Sorry, Xiaoyu, but your boyfriend is going down.”
“Hey, he’s not my—!”
Lee laughed boisterously while Xiaoyu flushed and pouted, flashing you a winning smile – whether in an attempt to charm or placate you, it was difficult to say. “Alas, you’ll need to get to the next round first.”
“Then tell me whose ass I need to kick, Chaolan.”
Lee reached into the pocket of his flashy, fur-lined coat, pulling out his phone and studying the screen for a moment. “Steve and I were talking about it, and we’re quite excited for who we’ve matched you with—Marvelous!” Lee interrupted himself, a pleased grin blooming on his face as his head suddenly turned to look past you and Xiaoyu. “You’ve arrived!”
You watched as Lee strode past you and Xiaoyu towards the entrance, cheerily greeting the newest arrival – was something growling?
It took a moment for you to register who you were looking at, a towering masculine figure with a bestial face – King had arrived.
Oh…..
You had heard of King, of course, and the distinct jaguar mask – seriously did he take that thing off? – and herculean physique made him instantly recognisable to most anyone. But you had not spoken to the man before. The events of the previous year had not exactly been the opportune time to socialise.
“I always forget how huge he is!” Xiaoyu whispered behind you. “He is even bigger than on TV!”
You watched King as he shook an enthusiastic Lee’s hand, your eyes falling on the thick swell of his bicep, rolling under sunkissed skin. “I didn’t know you were a wrestling fan.” You replied vaguely, gaze trailing over his exposed torso, the perfectly sculpted abdomen and broad, powerful shoulders, and what were quite possibly the most bloody fantastic pectorals you had ever laid eyes on.
“Well, I’m not really, Panda is though—ooooh I should get his autograph for her!”
You barely had time to register exactly what Xiaoyu had said before you found yourself being dragged along by the other woman, towards where King and Lee were still talking.
Damn it, Xiaoyu—
You instinctively wanted to pull back, but your gaze was immediately drawn back to King as he gestured animatedly in front of Lee, biceps flexing at his sides, causing the powerful muscles in his arms and shoulders to bulge downright indecently.
“Ah! Excellent!” Lee’s grin flashed bright as he spotted you, while Xiaoyu cheerfully introduced herself to King (“My friend Panda is a big fan—“) he gestured theatrically towards you, turning to King again with a flourish. “King my good man, this is your opponent for the next round. I am sure you two together will be a superb performance!”
The wrestler turned his attention to you, and you found yourself momentarily unable to form sentences as you grasped just how tall he was.
King held out a gloved hand for you to shake – his hands were as massive as the rest of him, their rough warmth enveloping yours and damn it all you could feel your face getting hot. “I have seen you fight before.” He growled, the sound low and deep, rising from somewhere inside that broad, gloriously sculpted chest. “It is a pleasure to meet you properly at last.”
It certainly could be.
You cleared your throat, struggling to regain some composure – damn him, was that a smirk you saw on Lee’s face? – and shook King’s hand firmly. “I like your mask.”
Are you fucking serious—
Xiaoyu gave you a confused look, and while it was difficult to tell, King seemed a little puzzled as well. Lee smothered what sounded suspiciously like laughter – you were going to kick his ass – before suddenly hooking his arm around Xiaoyu’s shoulders. “My dear, I almost forgot! I need to take a few shots of you and Steve before the match, you understand—”
“Oh, okay! I’ll see you later!”
Xiaoyu called to you over her shoulder as Lee quickly began leading her away, and you glared at the back of the silver haired man’s head for a moment before realising you had not let go of King’s hand yet.
Releasing your hold, you shook yourself, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. “I’ve heard good things about you.” You tried to steer the conversation somewhere close to familiar. “I’d like to get my hands on you. In the arena. I mean—”
God, this was embarrassing.
King’s shoulders shook, a deep, throaty chuckle emanating from him and you felt yourself flush again. Damn it, even his laugh was kind of sexy—
“I look forward to seeing you in action.” He said, nodding and crossing his arms, the simple movement triggering a symphony of contracting musculature, those gorgeous pecs flexing unconsciously fuck you needed a drink. “Let’s give the crowd a show to remember.”
The fight. Of course. Familiar territory. You felt your lips form a smile, and confidence began to flow back into your limbs. “Naturally.” You leaned against the row of lockers nearby, flashing your teeth up at King. “It’s not everyday people see a King being toppled now, is it?”
King laughed again, shaking his head as he leaned against the lockers with you – it was a little odd talking to someone wearing a mask over his entire head, but King had a surprisingly warm aura for such an imposing figure. “I do not plan on losing.”
“Neither do I.” You stretched your arms over your head – maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you saw his head tilt down slightly, gaze lingering on your chest, before immediately moving back to your face. Warmth blossomed across your skin, and you pushed yourself upwards, arching your back just slightly. His head tilted slightly, following the movement.
Oh? Looks like I’m not the only one who likes what they see…
You felt a surge of boldness, your footing regained. Adopting as casual an air as possible, you grabbed the zipper of your form-fitting jacket, slowly pulling it down. You shrugged out of the material, sighing softly as the warm air of the prep room rushed to greet the bare skin of your arms and stomach. The material of your top hugged your chest and as you tossed your jacket onto the bench nearby, you glanced in King’s direction.
The mask made it difficult to tell, but you could feel his gaze trailing down over you, stopping on your hips before moving back up. You bit your lip slightly, barely stopping a pleased grin from spreading across your face.
“We should talk more after the fight.” You said, pretending to examine your boots – lifting your thigh, tilting your hips, just slightly – smiling impishly. “Maybe get a drink? Lee tells me the hotel they’ve booked for the fighters has a good bar.”
King said nothing for a moment, although you swore you heard a low, rumbling growl from in his throat. “Yes.” He said after a moment. “I would like that.”
“Good.” You swallowed, a flicker of excitement sparking deep in your belly. “We can toast my victory.”
King laughed once more, then stepped away from the lockers. You watched as King began to make his way towards the tunnel leading to his side of the arena, the muscles of his broad back flexing and contracting with every step, his powerful thighs striding across the room, the pleasing snugness of his pants accentuating his perfectly crafted—
Fuck.
Kazama would have to wait, you decided as you turned and began to make your way to the starting area. You were beginning to think of a different way to spend your evening after the fight.
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King was a thrilling opponent.
You had fought plenty of men who thought themselves showmen. Often they’d be so distracted performing for their perceived audience they seemed to forget they were in a real fight, with a real enemy. That carelessness had made those victories easy.
King was different. He balanced his technique with theatricality, showing off for the crowd, bringing excitement to the arena, but his guard was never down. Every opening you spotted was bait, luring you in for an easy strike only to close down around you like a steel trap.
He was strong, you were quick. The trap would spring, you would dodge, and the dance continued, the temperature rising, sweat clinging to your skin. You ducked beneath King’s grasp, the warmth of his powerful body grazing your own, and it was hard not to imagine how this intensity would feel in other, more intimate environments.
Fuck, you were so turned on.
The crowd cheered and the music blasted through the air as you spun beneath King, aiming a kick directly at his exposed abdomen. He twisted, his arm darting protectively in front of him, knocking you off balance. He swung his body to the side, a fierce roar bellowing from deep in his throat, and you were thrown back, barely managing to flip around and skid across the floor to minimize the impact.
You had put nearly full force into your kick, and King had tossed you aside as though you weighed nothing, throwing you across the arena with strength greater that even his powerful build and size would suggest.
Fuck, that was hot.
King charged suddenly, and you sprang into action, launching yourself upwards. You swung your foot directly at the side of King’s head, but his massive hand shot up, fingers snapping tight around your ankle. You barely had time to react before the wrestler’s other hand grasped your waist, guiding your momentum until your thighs were on top of his shoulders.
What the fuck—
You squirmed in his grip, adrenaline mixing with bafflement, but King held fast. He twisted around, and you felt air rush around your ears as the world dropped out as he threw himself forward, sending you both crashing into the floor of the ring. Pain flashed across your shoulders and back, the roughness of King’s fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, the weight of his broad, muscled body sliding between your legs, strong and wide and hot—
The sound that slipped past your lips was downright obscene. King’s head snapped towards you, and he became suddenly still, the jaws of his mask open in a silent roar. He stared at you, unmoving, and you felt your cheeks burn as you realised he definitely heard that.
Blood rushed in your ears along with the crowd’s cheering and King continued to stare at you unmoving, his palms burning against your skin. Biting your lip hard, you twisted your hips sharply, squeezing your thighs tight around him. King grunted in surprise as he was thrown onto his back, you perched atop him, gazing down at him, breathless with adrenaline and something else.
King stared up at you, chest heaving, his strong hands still holding you. You held each other’s gazes, the noise of the crowd and pounding of your heart deafening in your ears.
“…about that drink….” You said finally, swallowing thickly as King’s hands subtly brushed up your thighs, heat trickling down your spine. “How about we have it in my hotel room?”
King did not reply, but after a moment he nodded, fingers lightly stroking the strip of skin between your belt and shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arched slightly, fire coiling deep in your belly, and swung your fist downwards. King threw himself to the side as you rolled sharply to your feet, excitement crackling in the air as the crowd roared with approval.
“KING! KING! KING! KING! KING—”
“But first….” You crooked your fingers at the wrestler as he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze remaining fixed on you, the jaguar mask bringing to mind the image of a hungry beast eyeing prey – was it weird that was turning you on a little? – and flashed him a grin. “I’m afraid it’s time to disappoint your beloved audience.”
King’s shoulders shook slightly, a booming laugh rising from deep in his chest. “I do not disappoint.”
You definitely caught the edge of innuendo in his tone, and a grin burst onto your lips.
This was going to be fun.
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It’s nice to see more Tekken writing on here, I’m surprised it is hard to find
Yes! All tekken writers RISE UPPPPPPP , we're exotic creatures! ( jk )
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ACTUALLY WE’RE DOING THAT AGAIN I WANT THIS MORE OBVIOUS
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Tekken (Video Games)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Kazama Jin & Mishima Kazuya, Lee Chaolan | Violet & Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin & Lee Chaolan | Violet, Lars Alexandersson & Kazama Jin, Lars Alexandersson & Mishima Kazuya, Lars Alexandersson & Lee Chaolan | Violet, Hwoarang & Kazama Jin (Tekken), Kazama Jun/Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin/Ling Xiaoyu
Characters: Mishima Kazuya, Kazama Jin (Tekken), Lee Chaolan | Violet, Lars Alexandersson, Kazama Jun, Ling Xiaoyu, Hwoarang (Tekken), Wang Jinrei, Mishima Heihachi
Additional Tags: (ships are largely background), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, redemption arc, Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, Sibling Bonding, Rated For Violence, Canon Rewrite, PTSD, slowburn man learning to be a decent father and person, you are all so mentally ill, an author's desperate attempt to make things freaking okay
Summary:
At the end of the second King of Iron Fist Tournament, Kazuya Mishima was murdered by his own father. Five minutes later, he woke back up.
(Kazuya doesn't die/get saved by G-Corp AU, the consequences of this small change are absurdly huge)
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finally just gonna post this!! more chapters soon but i wanna wait and space these out, please reblog this version instead!
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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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