#ck kwon

"Kwon please-" you gasp and squirm under his hot touch as he slowly thrusts into your swollen cunt. He laughs at your pathetic phase, grabbing your chin to make you stare at him. "Oh dont be complaining baby..." Kwon said, his tip hitting a sensitive spot in your cunt that makes you grip onto the sheets for dear life.

"Kwon! There-" Your demands sent him over the edge. One second your beneath him and the next, he flips you over so your on top.

"Go ahead baby, do what you want." You widen your eyes, baffled by his bold action. "What- but-"

"Ride me before I leave you with no orgasm." He stared up at you with a clenched jaw. His dark and fierce eyes burned into yours before you knew it you were riding him, slowly. "Faster baby cmon..." He threw your words back at you. You looked away, embarrassed by his degradation.

The hum of the hotel’s air conditioner filled the dimly lit room as you curled up under the plush white comforter, your head resting against Kwon’s chest. His steady heartbeat was a grounding presence, a silent reassurance that he was here, alive, and real.

Tonight had been a whirlwind—Kwon had managed to win the hotel room from Robby, and the second he told you, you knew there was no way you were letting him spend the night alone. Sneaking over had been easy enough. Tory covered for you, making sure no one noticed when you slipped out of your shared room. Now, wrapped in Kwon’s warmth, everything felt right.

His fingers lazily traced circles on your back, his other arm slung protectively around you. “Tired?” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

You hummed softly, nuzzling closer. “A little… but I just like being here with you.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Of course you do. I’d miss me too if I wasn’t me.”

You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking his chest. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrected, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He guided your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss, one that sent warmth spreading through your chest. Even though Kwon wasn’t one for overly sentimental words, the way he kissed you spoke volumes.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and though he didn’t say it back, you felt it in the way he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

You didn’t fight him on it. The exhaustion from the tournament, the stress, the adrenaline—it all finally caught up to you. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, and sleep took over.

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It started as a whisper, a distant echo of your name. Then the scene unfolded before you like a cruel nightmare.

The tournament. Everyone going wild. Loose. Like a jungle.

Axel stood across from Kwon, the tension so thick it was suffocating. The crowd too much to see through, the arena lights casting harsh shadows. You wanted to call out, to warn him, but your voice didn’t work.

Then it happened.

Kwon lunged forward with a reckless intensity, his eyes burning with determination. Axel dodged, and suddenly, the world slowed. Kwon stumbled—his own weapon in his grip turning against him.

The blade cut deep.

His body jerked, and the look on his face—shock, confusion, then pain—seared itself into your mind. Blood pooled beneath him as he staggered back, collapsing. His dark eyes, usually so full of life, locked onto yours.

And then… nothing.

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You woke with a gasp, your body jolting upright as a choked sob ripped from your throat.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t—

“Hey, hey—baby.”

Kwon’s voice, groggy with sleep, cut through the suffocating panic. His hands found your shoulders, steadying you as you trembled violently. You could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, like you were being crushed under an invisible weight.

Tears burned down your cheeks as you turned to him, shaking your head. “You—” Your voice cracked. “Y-you were—”

You couldn’t even say it.

Kwon immediately sat up, pulling you into his lap. “Breathe,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. His hands ran up and down your back, trying to calm your erratic shaking. “It was just a nightmare.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something solid, something real. “I saw you die,” you gasped, panic clawing at your throat. “In the tournament. You—you were trying to get Axel, and—and—”

Kwon stiffened slightly, but his grip on you never faltered. His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it. “Shh. I’m here. Look at me.”

You did, though your vision was blurred with tears. His dark eyes, filled with a rare softness, met yours. He took your hands, bringing them to his chest. “Feel that?” he whispered. “I’m alive. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your breathing hitched as you focused on the steady rhythm beneath your palms.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Real. Alive. Kwon.

“I c-can’t lose you,” you choked out.

“You won’t.” His voice was firm, unwavering. “I swear.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’re safe,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You nodded weakly, following his lead as he inhaled deeply. Slowly, you tried to match him, the panic beginning to fade, though the lingering fear still clung to your skin.

Minutes passed before your breathing evened out, your body still trembling but no longer in the throes of a full panic attack. Kwon didn’t let go, didn’t even loosen his hold.

“You wanna talk about it?” he finally asked.

You shook your head. “Just… hold me?”

Kwon didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

He laid back down, pulling you with him so your head rested against his chest once more. This time, though, he didn’t let any space linger between you. One arm stayed securely around your waist, the other gently threading his fingers through your hair.

His lips brushed your forehead. “I don’t care what happens in that tournament,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “I won’t let anything take me away from you.”

You clung to him, the last of your fear finally easing. His heartbeat remained steady beneath your cheek, grounding you.

And this time, when sleep found you again, Kwon’s warmth never wavered.

The rivalry between you and Kwon was infamous. From the moment you joined the team, sparks flew—though not the good kind. He was arrogant, sharp-tongued, and insufferably good at karate. You couldn’t stand the way he walked around like he owned the place or how his smug grin always made your blood boil.

The tension between you had only worsened during training for the Sekai Taikai. Every drill felt like a competition, every sparring session a battle. And yet, despite your bickering, there was something unspoken lingering in the air—a charge you refused to acknowledge.

That charge came to a head at the afterparty.

The room was dimly lit, the music pounding in your ears as the team celebrated their victories. You were nursing a drink by the wall when Kwon sauntered over, his usual cocky grin firmly in place.

"Why so serious, Y/N?" he teased, leaning casually against the wall beside you.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe I just don’t want to deal with your face tonight."

His grin widened. "Come on, don’t act like you don’t enjoy our little back-and-forth. Admit it—I make things interesting for you."

You scoffed, setting your drink down. "Interesting isn’t the word I’d use."

The banter escalated, your words growing sharper as the tension mounted. It felt like a game of chicken—who would back down first? But then Kwon did something unexpected.

"Why do you always have to fight me on everything?" he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was quieter now, the teasing edge gone.

You froze as his gaze dropped to your lips. Your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t move, didn’t speak.

And then, before you could think, he kissed you.

The world seemed to tilt as his lips pressed against yours. It wasn’t tentative or unsure—it was fiery, intense, and utterly consuming. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word between you, poured into that kiss. It was messy and desperate, but it felt so right. For a moment, the rivalry didn’t matter, the party didn’t matter—only him, only this.

When you finally pulled away, your breaths came in short gasps, your foreheads nearly touching. Kwon’s dark eyes burned into yours, his lips slightly swollen.

“What the hell was that?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

Kwon smirked faintly, though there was a softness in his gaze that made your stomach flip. "You tell me."

But instead of answering, you shoved him away, panic settling in your chest. “I need some air,” you muttered, disappearing into the crowd before he could stop you.

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For the next week, you avoided him like the plague. At practice, you threw yourself into your drills, ignoring the way his eyes seemed to follow you. In the hallways, you made excuses to leave before he could approach you. And if he tried to catch your eye, you acted like he didn’t exist.

But Kwon wasn’t one to be ignored.

One evening, as practice wrapped up, you stayed behind to grab your bag. The dojo was nearly empty, the quiet making you relax for the first time all day. That was until you felt a presence behind you.

“Y/n.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m busy,” you said curtly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But instead of leaving, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Why the hell are you ignoring me?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You glared up at him, trying to ignore the way your heart raced. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His hands rested on either side of your head, caging you in. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. “You kissed me, Y/n. Or did you forget?”

Your breath hitched at the memory, but you forced yourself to keep your composure. “Maybe I regret it,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

Kwon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Do you really?”

You didn’t answer, turning your head away, but he caught your chin, gently forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, his voice losing its edge. “Don’t lie to me.”

The vulnerability in his tone made your walls crumble. "I just... I didn’t know what to do, okay? I thought it would be easier to pretend it never happened."

“Easier for who?” he shot back, his voice rising slightly. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t easier for me. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/n. About that night. And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss.

This time, it was slower, more deliberate. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours. The frustration melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through your entire body.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“Don’t run away from me again,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You used to think you were just another student in Cobra Kai. Nothing special, nothing worth noticing. But you were wrong—because Kwon had noticed you from the very beginning.

At first, it was subtle. His gaze lingered a second too long during training. He always partnered with you, even when there were better options. When sparring, he never hit you too hard—just enough to make you stumble, just enough to remind you of his strength.

Then, the little things turned into something more.

Kwon started walking you home without asking. “It’s late,” he’d say. “You shouldn’t be alone.” His tone made it clear that arguing was pointless. When you tried to tell him you could handle yourself, he just smirked and shook his head. “No,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against yours. “That’s what I’m here for.”

At first, you thought it was just him being protective—until you noticed the way he looked at anyone who got too close to you.

It started with stares. Cold, warning glances at guys who flirted with you. Then, it escalated.

One by one, they disappeared.

David, the guy from your history class who asked for your number? He quit Cobra Kai the day after Kwon saw you laughing with him. The bruise on his jaw was proof enough that it wasn’t voluntary.

Another boy—a Miyagi-Do student—sent you a message, asking if you wanted to hang out. The next day, you saw him in school, his wrist wrapped in a thick bandage. “Accident,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

You knew it wasn’t.

And then, there was the night you finally tried to confront him.

“What the hell is your problem?” you snapped, standing outside your apartment door. Kwon had followed you home—again—but this time, you weren’t letting it slide. You were tired. No matter the guy, the always disappeared. Except one... Kwon.

His expression didn’t change. If anything, he looked amused.

“My problem?” he repeated, stepping closer. His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath—something dangerous.

“You’re scaring people away! You’re hurting them!” Your hands curled into fists. “Why, Kwon? Why are you doing this?” you knew it was his fault. You just knew it.

His smirk faded. In one quick motion, he grabbed your wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch. His grip was firm, unyielding.

“You don’t need them,” he said quietly. “They’re distractions.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. “That’s not your decision to make.” you snapped.

Kwon tilted his head, eyes darkening. “Isn’t it?” He let go of your wrist, only to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. It was a harsh grip and you couldn't pull away. “I’m the one who watches over you. I’m the one who makes sure you’re safe. No one else.”

His touch was warm, almost tender. But you felt trapped.

“You’re crazy,” you whispered. Voice shaky.

Kwon chuckled. “Crazy for you? Yeah.” His thumb brushed over your lips, lingering for a second too long. “But that just means I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. To protect you.”

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t need protection.”

His smirk returned. “That’s what you think.”

Then, before you could react, his other hand slammed against the wall beside your head. You flinched, but he didn’t move back.

“You don’t understand yet,” he murmured. “But you will.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. You should have pushed him away, should have run—but deep down, you knew it wouldn’t matter.

His gaze trailed down your neck. He left soft tender kisses along your jaw. It was gross and you wanted to push and scream at him, but you couldn't.

Because Kwon wasn’t letting go.

It started small, the way they’d tease you in the halls or "accidentally" block your path as you shuffled between classes. Kwon would lean against the lockers with his ever-present smirk, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locking on to you like a predator eyeing its prey. Yoon, quieter but no less intense, would stand beside him, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips as his gaze traced every nervous twitch of your hands.

They were relentless.

“Did you forget how to speak again?” Kwon would taunt, leaning down so his face was uncomfortably close to yours. His voice dripped with amusement, but there was something darker beneath it—something possessive.

Yoon wasn’t much better. He didn’t always say much, but his actions spoke louder. The way he’d pluck the book from your hands just as you were about to open it, or how he'd sit too close during group assignments, making it impossible for you to focus. His whispers were worse than Kwon’s sharp words, low and teasing in your ear.

"You’re so helpless. What would you even do without us?"

Despite the constant bullying, you couldn’t escape them. Every time you tried to blend into the crowd, to disappear into the background, they’d find you. They always found you.

It all came to a boiling point one afternoon during lunch.

You were sitting alone in the far corner of the cafeteria, quietly nibbling at your sandwich and hoping they wouldn’t notice you today. But someone else did. A boy from another class—a loud, arrogant type—strolled over to your table, a cruel grin on his face.

“Hey, freak. You always sit here alone? No wonder no one talks to you,” he sneered, shoving your tray aside. The sound of it clattering to the floor drew attention, but no one intervened. They never did.

Your chest tightened as you stared at the mess on the ground, too afraid to speak. The boy laughed, leaning in closer. “What, nothing to say? You’re just a little mute mouse, huh?”

Before you could react, the atmosphere shifted. A tense, suffocating silence fell over the cafeteria as two shadows loomed behind the boy.

Kwon and Yoon.

Kwon’s smirk was gone, replaced by something cold and dangerous. Yoon’s usual calm demeanor was shattered, his jaw tight as his eyes bored into the boy who had dared to touch you.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Kwon growled, his voice low and dripping with menace.

The boy turned, confusion flickering across his face before he realized who he was dealing with. “I—I didn’t mean anything by it—”

That was as far as he got.

Kwon’s fist connected with his face, the crack of bone echoing through the cafeteria. The boy stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood poured between his fingers. Yoon didn’t wait for him to recover. He grabbed the boy by the collar and slammed him against the wall with a force that made the windows rattle.

“You think you can touch what’s ours?” Yoon hissed, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with venom.

“Ours?” you thought, your stomach twisting in fear and confusion.

Kwon stepped forward, brushing his knuckles like he was getting rid of dust, before turning his attention to you. His gaze softened slightly, but not in a comforting way. It was the look of someone who thought they owned you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, crouching down to your level. His voice was calm now, almost gentle, but it only made your skin crawl.

You nodded stiffly, too afraid to do anything else.

Yoon let the boy drop to the floor, his head turning to look at you. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something you didn’t dare name.

“Don’t look so scared,” Yoon said as he walked over to you. “We’re just protecting what’s ours. No one gets to hurt you except us.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Kwon chuckled, standing up and brushing off his uniform. “Yoon’s right. If anyone else so much as looks at you wrong, they’ll regret it. You’re ours, and we take care of what belongs to us.”

From that day on, their obsession grew. They stopped hiding it, stopped pretending that their bullying was anything but a way to keep you under their control.

Kwon would drape an arm over your shoulder in the halls, his smirk daring anyone to comment. Yoon would sit next to you in class, his hand casually brushing yours under the desk. When you tried to pull away, he’d just lean in, his voice low and threatening.

“Don’t forget who keeps you safe.”

And the worst part? They weren’t lying. After that incident, no one else dared to bother you. But at what cost?

The Cobra Kai dojo was quiet for once, a rarity since the Sekai Taikai had elevated everyone’s focus and competitiveness. Kwon paced nervously in the corner, fidgeting with the small velvet box tucked deep in his pocket. He didn’t get nervous—ever—but this wasn’t just another tournament or sparring match. This was about her.

You and Kwon had been together for years now, since before the Sekai Taikai when tensions between your family and Cobra Kai had been at their peak. You were Johnny’s niece, Robby’s cousin, and while your loyalty to Miyagi do was never questioned, the way Kwon fit into the equation had always been a sore point—especially for Robby. He hated Kwon with a passion, and Kwon, in turn, had never done much to mend the rift, his ego always getting in the way.

But now, as Kwon thought about your future, he realized this wasn’t about him. It was about you. You deserved peace, a life where the two of you didn’t have to dodge awkward family gatherings or deal with icy stares from Robby.

So here he was, swallowing his pride, standing in front of the LaRusso household to talk to Robby Keene.

Robby opened the door, his brows furrowing immediately when he saw Kwon. “What do you want?”

Kwon exhaled sharply. “I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah? Well, I don’t have time for your crap today.” Robby moved to close the door, but Kwon wedged his foot in before it could slam shut.

“Wait,” Kwon said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “This is important.”

Robby sighed, clearly debating whether or not to punch him. Eventually, he stepped aside, letting Kwon in.

“Make it quick,” Robby said, crossing his arms.

Kwon hesitated, something Robby never thought he’d see. “Look, I know you hate me. And I get why. I wasn’t exactly…easy to deal with back then.”

“No kidding,” Robby muttered, but he stayed quiet, curious now.

Kwon cleared his throat. “This isn’t about me. It’s about her. I’ve been with her for years, and she means everything to me. I want to marry her.”

Robby’s arms uncrossed slightly, and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

Kwon reached into his pocket and pulled out the small velvet box, opening it to reveal a simple yet stunning ring. “I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he said, his voice steady. “But I didn’t want to do it without talking to you first. Not for permission or anything—just…your approval. I don’t want to cause more problems for her. She loves her family, and I don’t want to be the reason she’s stuck in the middle.”

Robby stared at the ring, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, the room was silent.

Finally, Robby spoke. “You really love her, huh?”

“More than anything,” Kwon said without hesitation. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know I can be a lot, but I’d do anything for her. I want her to be happy—even if it means dealing with you.” His lips quirked in a faint smirk, but it quickly faded. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m asking you to trust me with her.”

Robby exhaled slowly, his gaze softening. “You know, I always thought you were just some arrogant jerk who didn’t care about anyone but yourself.”

Kwon opened his mouth to retort, but Robby held up a hand. “But…you’ve proved me wrong today. You really care about her, and that’s what matters. If she’s happy with you, then…I’m not going to stand in the way.”

Kwon blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Robby said with a small smile. “But if you ever hurt her—”

“I won’t,” Kwon said firmly. “I’d rather die than hurt her.”

Robby nodded, and for the first time, there was no hostility between them. “Then you have my approval.”

Kwon let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Thank you,” he said sincerely.

As Kwon turned to leave, Robby called after him. “Hey, Kwon.”

He turned back, his brow raised.

“Good luck,” Robby said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips.

Kwon smirked. “I don’t need luck. I’ve got her.”

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The dojo was abuzz with holiday spirit as the teams came together to decorate for the annual Christmas party. The rivalry between Cobra Kai and Miyagi-Do had been set aside for the season, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t tension. You glanced across the room at Kwon , who was meticulously untangling a strand of Christmas lights with an almost comical level of intensity.

“He always takes things so seriously,” you muttered under your breath, trying to hide a smile.

Tory nudged you with her elbow, smirking knowingly. “What, still pretending you don’t have a thing for him?”

“I don’t!” you hissed, cheeks heating up. “We’re just… teammates.”

Tory snorted. “Sure. Just teammates who can’t stop staring at each other.”

You rolled your eyes and focused on your own task: hanging garlands along the walls. Despite your protests, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at Kwon. He looked so out of place amidst the festive chaos, his usual stern demeanor clashing with the twinkling lights and cheerful music.

“Y/n, can you help me with this?” His deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, uh, sure!” You hurried over to him, your heart racing as he held out the tangled mess of lights.

“These are impossible,” he muttered, a rare hint of frustration in his tone.

You laughed softly. “You just need to be patient. Here, let me show you.” Your hands brushed his as you took the lights, and you felt a spark that made your breath catch.

Kwon didn’t pull away, but he didn’t say anything either. He just watched you intently, his dark eyes unreadable.

“You’re good at this,” he said after a moment, his voice softer than usual.

“It’s just untangling lights,” you teased, trying to ignore the way his gaze made your cheeks burn.

“No,” he said quietly. “I mean… you’re good at making things easier.”

You blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. Before you could respond, Tory called out, “Hey, lovebirds! Stop flirting and get back to work!”

“We’re not—” you started, but she just laughed and walked away. Kwon cleared his throat, looking as flustered as you felt.

“Let’s just hang these up,” he mumbled, turning toward the nearest wall.

The two of you worked in silence, but the tension lingered, thick and unspoken. When you finished, you stepped back to admire your work, only to realize you were standing directly beneath a sprig of mistletoe.

“Oh no,” you whispered.

“What?” Kwon followed your gaze, his eyes widening as he spotted the offending greenery. “Is that… mistletoe?”

“Y-yeah.” You laughed nervously, taking a step back, but Kwon stayed rooted in place, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The sounds of laughter and holiday music faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

“You know the tradition, right?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he… joking? Kwon Jae-sung, the stoic, no-nonsense fighter, actually teasing you?

“Yeah, but we don’t have to—”

Before you could finish, Kwon took a step closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours. “Maybe we should.”

Your breath caught as he leaned in, his hand brushing against yours. The world seemed to slow down as his lips hovered just a breath away from yours.

But then, at the last second, he hesitated. “Unless you don’t want to,” he murmured, his usual confidence faltering.

“I…” You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “I do.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Kwon closed the gap, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and electrifying. You felt his hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer as the rest of the world faded away.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Kwon’s cheeks were flushed, and for the first time, you saw a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

“That was…” he started, but then Tory’s voice cut through the moment.

“About time!” she called, grinning from across the room.

You groaned, burying your face in Kwon’s chest as he let out a rare laugh.

“Guess we’re not hiding this anymore,” he said, his tone surprisingly light.