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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.”

—

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.

—

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.

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