Relationships: King and Reader (Established Romantic Relationship)
Word Count: 883
You woke up to a loud screeching noise coming somewhere from the driveway of the house you occupied with King, your head instinctively dived towards where he usually slept so you could squeeze into him somehow to not hear that sound anymore. He wasn’t there so instead you covered your head with a pillow which didn’t help much. Leaving the bed you came up to the window, opening the blinds you noticed the now unmasked wrestler talking with some random person and right next to them was a car, a pretty old one based on how it looked and the sounds could’ve been explained by the age of the vehicle. You stepped into the kitchen and when the other person left, leaving only your partner there standing on the concrete who at the same time was basically salivating seeing the car, you left the house and came up to the man.
“Is this what I think it is...” You asked looking at the car, then at your partner, and at the car once again. “You got another car?”
The wrestler beamed with happiness his smile almost uncanny. “She’s pretty isn’t she?”
“It is, looks… very good.” You took a deep breath and finally asked him the question both of you been dreading. “Where are you going to put it? I thought you said we didn’t have any space for another car last week.”
Sweat poured down Kings face and body like a fountain when he finally answered. “Uh... Well… This one is a work in progress, I need to take it to the mechanic then I’ll figure out where to keep it… But don’t worry, I already have an idea!”
“And that idea of yours is?” You stepped closer to the car rubbing your hand on its hood feeling how different the material felt to touch compared to a modern car.
“I’ll get a new garage.” He paused looking at the garage that stood next to your home. “Or expand this one.”
The weeks that followed while the brand new old car was in the garage weren’t too eventful. You stayed at home while King attended to some magazine photo shoot, already done everything you wanted to do today (and even things you were procrastinating) there was nothing left to do than scroll on your phone. You shoot up from your seat as an advertisement for some kind of car meetup popped up on your feed, deciding to surprise your partner with it you got the tickets online and wondered when and how to tell him, in the end picking the best option which was to not tell him at all until you get there.
The day of the event arrived and under the excuse of a road trip and spending some time together you drove towards the place that hosted the event, the road wasn’t too bad as the weather was simply okay. No rain, snow, or anything unexpected appearing which made it great. King was half dancing to the music in his seat to make you laugh seeing your not so positive expression (which came from stress of planning this entire thing and wanting to see his reaction later on). Near the place where it happened you found a parking space and stopped there, grabbing your partners hand both of you moved towards where you been guiding.
“Plan on finally revealing what you prepared, cariño?” He laughed as your hand tugged his with determination, he could read you like an open book by this point.
You just shook your head with a soft smile and continued to walk without stopping. “You’ll see in a moment, patience…”
Kings hand dropped yours and just moments later he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close while still walking, he leaned into your ear and whispered. “Whatever it is… I’m happy as long as I’m with you…”
A soft smile crept to your face as you responded with a sentence in his native tongue. “Te amo.” The words very simple ‘I love you’ but they carried a lot of weight.
Entering the arena you scanned both of the tickets at the entrance and gave him a playful push inside. King was perplexed, he stood there physically unable to move as his brain struggled to catch up seeing all of those beautiful vehicles, shows, and people chatting around. After a moment his jaw dropped almost to the ground and his smile grew wider and wider, trying to say something, literally anything but his throat was completely dry and his vocal cords didn’t want to cooperate so instead the second he gained control of his movement he turned around towards you and picked you up effortlessly squeezing you so tight it was almost painful, your face plastered in kiss after kiss after kiss.
“Alright, alright! That’s enough!” You laughed out loud and tried to untangle yourself from his grip. “Go and have your fun.” You patted him on the back finally standing back on your feet and watching as he sprinted forwards. When King finally stopped he looked around and started to wave at you wanting you to follow.
And so you walked through the event hearing every single minor detail about everything he saw, his voice like music to your ears as he spoke.
Author Note: This is one of my King headcanons that hes REALLY into cars but it was a bit hard to write as I'm not much of a car person and don't have knowledge about it. TYSM for reading, I wish you an amazing [TIME OF DAY]!!
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 it 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.
