C/W: Noncon/Dubcon, Kidnapping, Creampie, Monster Cock (Devil Kazuya has one), Obsessive Behavior, etc.
Kazuya Mishima
Even if you weren’t, Kazuya wouldn't care because you're his property now, and any all sex you have with him will (in his eyes) be superior to whatever intercourse you had in the past. That, however, doesn't mean that you, being a virgin, hasn't awakened something undoubtedly primal within him. Knowing that you're virtually untouched in every which way makes his cock throb and his devil resurface, so when he has you right where he wants you, he wastes no time introducing you into a world you don't know if you're ready for just yet.
A hulking violet cock quietly menaces your bald cunt as he leans over you, pinning your hands to the bed so he can rub his appendage up your pubis and over your navel. It leaves a shiny trail of demonic drool in its wake, leaving you dirty and afraid of whats to come. You almost want to tell him that it's too big to fit when he holds it against your shuddering hole, but Kazuya doesn't want to hear it.
"This sweet young pussy is already so wet for me, pet," He chuckles as he gently prods you open. "You'll hardly feel it."
And so he fucks you, intending to breed, pain and pleasure coming together as his thickness fills you up to the hilt. Cherry pink seed leaves your battered hole as soon as he's done and he holds your defiled lips open to watch a new heir take hold in your womb.
Lee Chaolan
Thrilled, ecstatic even. As beautiful as you are, you went [REDACTED] years without a man to take you as his own? It's almost too good to be true! But it is true, and Chaolan does everything he can to make your first time special. After treating you out to an incredibly expensive dinner and show, Chaolan brings you back to his mansion to prepare himself accordingly while you wait in his bedroom. There you find some scandalous lily white lingerie waiting for you on his bed, and next to the lingerie is a note that reads as follows:
"My sweet little girl--pure in both mind and body. I figured an occasion such as this is worth celebrating, so I made some arrangements for you. Before you are lace garments I wish to peel off your body as I take away what makes you so innocent. White and silk... A perfect match for my perfect angel. Know this will be the first and last time I shall ever spill your blood, and while it is a painful reality, watching your sweetness bleed on my shaft is an image I shall cherish for the rest of our days"
As you finish reading the note, you feel big, thick arms come behind you and pull you into a hard chest. You shiver in a mix of fear and anticipation, but Chaolan quickly attempts to assauge your concerns by peeling the strap of your dress off your left shoulder.
"No need to dawdle, baby," He says this as he grabs the white skimpy bra to hold it to your chest. "Let's help you get ready for me, hm?"
Feng Wei (Asuka x Feng specifically lol)
Like Kazuya, he doesn't really care, and if anything, he finds it a little inconvenient since he has to take his time with you. Feng, however, is what he is--a man--and like any man, he has certain needs, and owning you with his prick is one of them. He took you fair and square from your father and your life in Osaka; it's only natural that he takes your virginity, too. He's made your life here at the dojo as comfortable as possible, and with that comes a price that needs to be paid.
You told him no and demanded he get out of your room, but he didn’t budge. Honestly, it felt like he was challenging you to move him, and when you got fed up enough with him to use force, he knocked you down and pinned you under him. While looking deep into your chocolate brown eyes, he watched big white breasts spill from your tank top as he tore it from your chest, leaving you bare, breathless, and completely vulnerable.
His gaze softened only a little, but it didn’t last long. Before you know it, he's doing the same thing to your shorts, then your panties, until his hand finally made contact with your virgin sex.
He cupped you firmly, ignored the tears streaming down your face, and proceeded to free his manhood from his training gi.
He was at least courteous enough to spit on it a little.
A/N: Please be advised that I do not do reader-insert/OC content. The "you" in this context is whatever Tekken character you imagine seeing in this scenario. While I am more than happy to do more fucked up prompts like this between certain couples, do not ask me to do prompts/ideas involving reader-inserts/OCs, I will just ignore/delete them. Thank you!
Info: Fuck buddies AU. Hwoarang and Jin attempt to see eye to eye after concluding that neither of them have anything to gain from their rivalry and decide to become friends...kinda. One thing leads to another when Hwoarang exposes Jin to recreational activities that colors Jin’s feelings about his former rival.
19 Inches of Jin | Jin Kazama/Devil Jin x Hwoarang x Steve Fox
Summary: Jin’s overactive sex life is leading to physiological changes in his body triggered by his devil; thankfully Hwoarang and Steve are around to mitigate that.
A/N: Except instead of Venom, it's Devil Jin haha. Some things to consider before reading tho;
-DJ has a knot
-When Jin transforms into DJ, he gets taller and more dominant
-DJ/Jin top, Hwoa and Steve bottom
-This is very, very long so take breaks as needed
Ao3 Link
Jin knows how to take care of Hwoarang when he's moody, so he spoils him and treats him like the baby he is once Steve left for his hotel. Jin called him a taxi and exchanged friendly words with him before sending him on his way, promising Steve that they'll meet again as soon as he's done dealing with Hwoarang.
“Sounds good to me, bruv,” Steve gave him a playful nudge on the chin with his knuckle. “He gets too feisty for ya, gimme a call; sure we can have plenty of fun without that candy ass, yeah?”
“I'd like that,” Jin nodded. “You get out of here though; sooner I get to him the better.”
“Alright, alright,” Steve snuck him a kiss on the lips before scampering off to the cab. “Later, hot shot~”
Jin watched the cab drive Steve off but didn’t stay outside for long. He eventually went back inside to tend to the crybaby hunched over in his bed, glaring at the television screen.
Hwoarang doesn't react and hardly moves when Jin crawls behind him to drape his big body over his back.
“Get yer fat ass off me.” Hwoarang gripes. “You're heavy as fuck.”
“You don't mean that,” Jin nuzzles his neck. “You like my ass.”
“So does everyone else apparently...”
“Aw, Fakun, I've never seen this side of you before,” He kisses his cheek, his ear. “Anything I can do to make it feel better?”
Hwoarang huffs, but is weak to hands that roam his back. Jin takes that as a sign to go further and slips his hands beneath his friend's night shirt, working tense muscles with strong fingers and roaming lips. There's a quiver in his shoulders that gives him away, provoking something within Jin. He bites Hwoarang's neck as he slips his hands beneath him, stroking his chest, tweaking dark nipples that immediately pebble under his touch. Hwoarang moans at that and curses sharply when Jin lays down, dragging an erect prick on a firm ass that can’t help but follow it. Jin groans deeply in Hwoarang's ear then before taking his wrists in his hands, pinning them, a move that takes Hwoarang a little by surprise.
“Kazama...” He tests the weight on his bones by moving against them, but doesn't struggle. “What are you--”
“Making it feel better,” Jin grinds into him again, snatching the breath from him. “Am I doing a good job?”
“ Ngh ...” Hwoarang wants to talk, but Jin manipulating his hands so that they're pinned to his back this time keeps him quiet for now. Instead he tries looking over his shoulder to check out what Jin is about to do, but Jin’s big hand pushes his head back down. He's in no condition to reciprocate, so he should just lay here and let Jin have him.
“Asshole...” Hwoarang talks with a pout. “If this is your idea of a good time, I'm not fucking with it.”
“You're tired, I know you are.” Jin uses his free hand to pull Hwoarang's boxers down his waist, over his ass. He cups a cheek in his hand and squeezes it as he holds it away from a barely reamed hole. It winks and twitches his way, making his cock ache. “Cannabis fatigue, hangover,” His voice is clinical while his hand remains predatory. “Hungry,” His thumb presses flat against the rim of his ass. “The signs are obvious.”
“Kaza--” Jin doesn't want him talking so he descends Hwoarang's body with the intention of sucking his hole. Hwoarang flinches hard, but quickly relaxes, frustrated grunts turning into tight-lipped moans when Jin feasts on his backside. Whatever self-control that's within Jin leaves him when his tongue breaches Hwoarang. The redhead moans wantonly at the feeling, at a limit he's hard-pressed to admit to having, and Jin makes Hwoarang acknowledge his subconscious need for cock by taking him on the bed.
Thoughts of shunning Jin are out the window when he pounds Hwoarang into the bed. Thick arms cage his built body as his pelvis claps his backside, cock digging him out, reaching into places so deep it has Hwoarang clawing at bed sheets that rip beneath his nails. Unlike that first time however, Hwoarang is too out of his mind to maintain his composure and tries hiding his arousal by screaming strung-out curses of Jin’s name as he hollows out his asshole.
“Fuck you and this stupid Frankenstein dick...!!” Hwoarang bites his pillow, ass chasing Jin’s cock when he pulls out. “Goddamn cocksucking jap...! I hate you, I hate you, I hate--!!” Jin lacing his fingers into Hwoarang's loose hair to tug on it makes him groan loudly. “Fuck...!”
“You and that big mouth, Fakun...” Jin simpers at him, bending over to whisper in his ear. Immediately, Hwoarang stops complaining and swears to himself in his own tongue as he unconsciously lets Jin into the crook of his neck. “Figures a cock is all it takes to shut it up.” He sniffs him deeply, inhaling body wash and cheap cologne. Hwoarang's pulse throbs against his lips then, pumping blood to a bronze cock that ruts itself against the sheets. Jin has the instinct to bite him, to nurse from his wound with worrying teeth and a flitting tongue, but smothers the thought as soon as it comes. Strange... He's never had such a desire before. Regardless, Jin isn't necessarily bothered by such sadistic thoughts right now and holds onto Hwoarang by his teeth as he fucks him harder, faster, making him cry like a bitch in heat.
“ Kazama !!” Hwoarang closes brown eyes rimmed with tears when Jin lays down, making him bear weight that he can't find the will to get away from. With a red face and half-lidded eyes, Hwoarang gives into Jin and the cock that's turning him inside-out by singing vulgar praises of him.
“Fuck me, fuck this bitch cunt up, baby!” Hwoarang humps his bed, desperate for a nut. “Keeping it going, babe! Aw fuck, I'm almost...!”
“What a tight, needy little whore. You give into me so well, Hwoarang...” Jin hoists him up to turn them on their side so he can fuck Hwoarang that way. He smooths his hands over his friend's abs as he hooks his arm around his neck. It makes Hwoarang's teeth clench. “This big pretty cock, this tight ass... It's like every part of you can't ever get enough of me. Isn't that right?” Jin takes Hwoarang's cock in his hand and plays with it, jerking him off. “You want me to fuck you like this every day, anata ?”
“This ass is all yours, Jin-ya ...! I love your cock, I love how it digs my guts out!” Hwoarang says through spit and tears, losing steam. “God, I can't take it anymore, baby...” He then turns his head to kiss Jin with nothing but teeth and tongue. “I wanna come, I wanna come on your dick so bad...”
“Then come. Come for me,” Jin, a sucker for a pretty voice begging for his fuck, gives Hwoarang what he wants. “I want to watch you spill in my hand.”
Jin had barely finished his sentence when he felt Hwoarang shoot his load all over his fingers. With a few weak stutters of his hips, his redheaded friend is completely spent and goes limp against Jin as he tries with all his might to catch his breath.
Jin however isn't finished and quickly makes that known to Hwoarang by pulling out and jerking off his slicked cock over Hwoarang’s face.
“Least you can do is return the favor.” His fingers are back in his hair, pulling him towards his prick. “Let me come down your throat, Fakun.”
Jin expected some resistance from him at first, but much to his delight, Hwoarang opens his mouth nice and wide for him and takes it as far as he can go. He moans at the taste of himself on Jin's cock as he fondles his balls, slurping loudly around a thick shaft that makes him gag each time he takes it deep, which is enough to finally bring Jin over the edge as well.
Hwoarang's throat bobs as he swallows his come, devious eyes never leaving Jin’s. After a moment of savoring the spunk that lingers on the back of his tongue, Hwoarang pulls himself off to lick his lips, amused, a complete 180 compared to his attitude earlier.
Despite the smirk on his lips, Hwoarang still thinks it necessary to tell Jin about his discontent with his activities with Steve.
“You're a slut.” He lays back down, basking in an after-sex glow. “Gotta lot of nerve using that dick on me, you know that?”
“Just making up for lost time, clearly.” Jin sits on the bed, satisfied but not exhausted. His cock takes a long time to go flaccid, but it eventually does when he wills it down enough. “If you hadn't slept so early, perhaps we could've gone with whatever plan you had in mind for us.”
“Tsk, now I dunno anymore.” He crawls to the edge of the mattress to fetch a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “I bet that rice bunny was waiting all week to do that,” He lays down on his side, attitude back to normal when he pops a tab in his mouth. “Should tell him to fuck off to spite him.”
“That's a little mean, don't you think?” Jin joins him once he's sure his libido is in control. “You know if you're jealous, you can just tell--”
“Jealous?? Who the fuck said that I'm jealous!? I don't give two shits about what you do when I'm not around!!” Hwoarang lights up and takes a long drag that burns out half the cigarette. “If you wanna fuck him, be my guest, slut, because I ain't touching him with a ten foot--!”
“Alright, alright, relax, you're not jealous.” Jin rolls his eyes as he slinks behind Hwoarang to hold him tight. “How about after we get cleaned up, we hit the gym, okay? Burn off all that excess energy.”
“...Fine.” Hwoarang gripes but eventually gets over himself.
After Hwoarang finished his smoke, both men got up and headed straight to the shower. Once they were cleaned up, the pair headed for the gym and workout like they usually do, but Jin's routine is constantly interrupted by sweating flesh and flexing bodies--a sight that has his limp cock twitching in interest. No longer impeded by single-sex attraction, Jin is made aware of not only statuesque women, but men built like Hwoarang who's currently performing weighted squats right in front of him. He's never been this distracted by people before, and yet when Jin tries to focus on his bench press again, a familiar voice in the back of his head commands him to act.
Feed ...
Jin sits straight up and holds his head in his hand, confused. It's his Devil--the same one he made peace with so many months ago. He's been able to control it flawlessly until now... Why is it disobeying him all of a sudden?
“Oi, babo , you good?”
Jin looks up at Hwoarang who's dabbing his forehead with a small towel. He's staring at Jin with a cocked brow and a small sneer, dripping with water and sweat, body framed beautifully by a tight shirt and tight shorts. It makes Jin's cock lurch in his joggers and it immediately became apparent to him why his Devil was coming out at such an inopportune time.
“Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired...” Jin stands up quickly, intent to get away from his friend. “I'll be at the smoothie bar. Let me know when you're done.”
Without even looking at Hwoarang, Jin walks away as fast as he can, worried about his self-control. As Hwoarang finished his set, Jin ordered a cup of ice from the bar and put it on his crotch in an attempt to calm his libido down.
The rest of the day went fine (kind of). Jin spent half of it hiding his erection from Hwoarang who seemed none the wiser, but offered Jin to stay over if he wasn't feeling too well. Jin however politely declined and bidded Hwoarang farewell for the sake of his friend's health and safety.
“Hope that fuck didn't pass anything to you...” Hwoarang sighs. “You sure you're gonna be okay?”
“Yeah, I'll be fine, don't worry,” Jin mounts his motorcycle and turns on the ignition. “Probably have to keep it easy with the pot for a while.”
“Bah, you suck... But whatever,” Hwoarang leans down to kiss his lips. “Lemme know when you're free to hang then.”
Jin focuses too much on lips that touch his, and uses what remains of his composure to drive off at breakneck speeds. It'd be so easy just to pin Hwoarang to the wall and fuck him right there in that parking lot. It's not like he'd complain, but to treat his friend like a piece of meat like this is...perverted.
...Right?
Jin shakes off the thought and drives down the urban streets of Osaka, blushing like mad as tendrils of darkness creep along his soul. As soon as he makes it back to the Kazama residence, Jin leaps off of his bike and storms into the bathroom to free himself of clothes that hide his fearsome cock from view. It's bright red and purple at the tip, plumped by veins and dripping with too much precome. Jin marvels at the state of his prick for a moment longer, too afraid to touch it, until he hears a knock on the bathroom door that startles him upright.
“Niichan...? Niichaaan, is that you?” It's Asuka's voice, little and sleepy from a deep nap. “What are you doin’ stomping in here like that?”
“Ah, s-sorry, Asu,” Jin turns around and cracks the door open to look down at her. She's rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly. “I didn't mean to wake you up...”
“Nah, nah, I get it. Figured you had to take a dump or something...” She stretches her arms, ignorant of the look Jin is giving her as she wanders off, stumbling back to her room. “I made dinner, so help yerself whenever you're done in there, m’kay...?”
“Thank you...” Jin quickly closes the door back and locks it, finally alone. His Devil pleads with him to “feed” again, begging him to plunder the next viable hole in sight, but he knows better than to give into such urges, so Jin suppresses his darker thoughts by doing what he believes is best for him.
Jin fucks his own hand, shooting load after load of come down the shower drain in a desperate attempt to satisfy his inner demon. He milks whatever he can out of his balls, but it’s like with each subsequent orgasm, the desire to breed grows too great to bear, and Jin, through the haze in his head, has to fight off a suggestion to ravish the cute girl sleeping in her room right now...
Jin persists and keeps jerking off until his balls are finally spent and he isn't a danger to anyone. He then took an ice-cold shower and staggered to his room, exhausted, and falls asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Jin spent that night dreaming about simulacrums of human flesh grinding and gyrating against him, trying to ignite a primitive desire that Jin had no interest in pursuing, but damn it all... His Devil knew no limits.
After about 12 hours of hard sleep, Jin woke up hot and woozy. He held his claw up to his forehead to keep himself upright while unfolding raven-black wings from his back. As he tries to stretch thick muscles that have grown stiff from rapid growth, Jin suddenly becomes incredibly aware of what's happened to him during his rest and eyes his hand.
Claws?
Wings?
He staggers to his mirror and glares pensively at chitinous horns that sprout from his head.
“Damn...”
He crawls back into bed, feeling warm, delirious, and worst of all, horny. Arousal thrums in his loins as his Devil begs him to breed, feelings that Jin mindlessly answers to. With what remains of his willpower, Jin spares his cousin of his wrath by opening his window and flying off to the one person he knows will be able to take him like this.
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Jin knocks on Hwoarang's motel room door, hunched like a beast, dusky eyes glowing beneath shadows of dark hair. It takes a minute for Hwoarang to answer it, but eventually he does and freezes in place when he sees the hulking demon before him.
“Oh fuck...” Hwoarang stares up at him, visibly stunned, then gets anxious.
“Oh fuck !” He frantically looks around the balcony before grabbing Jin by the wrist to pull him inside. “Get in here before someone sees you, dumbass!”
Jin lets him and settles on the floor while Hwoarang locks the door and shutters his blinds. Once it became evident to Hwoarang that Jin didn't attract any attention, he stomps over to him and yanks at his right horn to yell at him.
“The hell is all this!? Didn't you have some kind of bullshit catharsis to keep this thing under control!?”
“I did, yes, but I am still in control... Mostly.” Jin says plainly. “It appears that my Devil is enduring...a rut.”
“A rut? Like... Is it stressed out? I don't think I got strong enough stuff for whatever you got going on.”
“Not that kind of rut, baka ...” Jin gets tired of the hand around his horn and smacks it off. “It's a biological rut. I need, well, it needs to...” He makes a suggestive sign with his hands. “You know...”
“...Oh.” Hwoarang blinks once. “Is that why you were acting weird yesterday?”
“Yes.” He nods. “It seems as though all the sex I've been having these days has triggered a need to breed.” Jin regards Hwoarang with a look as he stands back up, towering over him. Hwoarang doesn't make an effort to get away and holds his ground. “It believes that there are a plethora of viable partners to spread the gene,” He pins him against a wall, desire peaking. “And any hole will do.”
“So... You gotta fuck? That's definitely something I can help with.” Hwoarang sneers as he looks Jin over, eyes trained on his waist. The newly-transformed demon follows his friend's gaze and notices an obscene tent in his loose sweats. It's gotten bigger, he's noticed; probably too big for Hwoarang to handle, but he's never known him to back down from a challenge.
Jin expects him to pull his sweats down and have at it, but the redhead apparently has another idea in mind for him.
“You know what?” He grabs him and bounces it in his hand. “Something tells me you're gonna be a real handful tonight.”
“And will you be so cruel as to deny me that hole?” Jin leans into his touch. “Or will I have to take it by force?”
“Don't worry, pretty boy, I'll help you out,” Hwoarang winks at him before slinking away to his bed to grab his cellphone. “I just gotta make a phone call.”
“...A phone call? Now of all times?”
“... Can't you read between the lines?” Hwoarang dials a number and then holds the phone to his ear. “Who the hell do you think I'm calling?”
Jin immediately puts two and two together when Hwoarang starts speaking into the phone. It's quiet and barely audible, but Jin can recognize the voice on the other line. It's Steve and he sounds just as plucky and chipper as he did yesterday morning. They must've worked something out while Jin was away, but considering their dynamic with one another, whatever beef Hwoarang had with Steve was either quickly resolved or completely forgotten.
Hwoarang doesn't explicitly tell Steve that he needs help fucking Jin and merely invites him over for platonic fun before hanging up on him. He then tosses his phone over his shoulder and approaches Jin with purpose.
“He's on his way,” Hwoarang grabs him again. “Wanna get a head start?”
“Mm,” He nods, finding no reason not to. When Hwoarang stands on tip-toes to kiss him, Jin’s self-control snaps and he lifts Hwoarang up to his height to shove a long, slithering tongue into his mouth. Hwoarang stiffens, but quickly relaxes by wrapping his legs around Jin’s waist and sucking on the tongue that squirms around in his throat.
Jin is quick to carry him to bed so he can strip Hwoarang of everything that's on him. First it was his shirt, then his boxers, torn off by claws too eager for flesh. Hwoarang laughs against Jin’s lips at that and grinds his half-hard cock into the devil's abs once he's naked. Jin palms it and works it stiff, eyes frantic. He then parts from Hwoarang to feel his pulse on his teeth again and bites down, fangs sinking into his skin like butter, filling his mouth with blood that tastes sweet and heady like wine. Hwoarang knows better than to pull away and lets Jin feed, cock twitching and voice pitching from masochistic pleasure the longer Jin indulges in his blood.
“ Hah, this is actually kinda hot,” He weaves his fingers into Jin's hair and tugs. “Drink as much as you want, baby, fuck...”
Jin is happy to do so, but doesn't want to bleed his friend dry, so he parts from him to give him a taste of his own blood. Hwoarang chokes a little on it, but handles it beautifully, especially when Jin starts properly jerking him off.
Hwoarang's lips are stained red when Jin parts from him one more time, pursed tight as his claw draws foreskin over the tip. Apparently impatient, Hwoarang makes them switch and purrs like a beast once Jin’s beneath him. He scales his body as he leaves a burning trail of sloppy kisses and love bites in his wake, making a path to the waistband of his sweats. With Jin’s help, Hwoarang pulls them down, expecting to throat the same cock he’s come to know and love, but what springs forth from Jin’s crotch is something beyond human, and it catches Hwoarang off guard when it smacks him in the face with its girth.
“Holy shit...” He gawks at it, intimidated and at the same time fascinated. What stands before him in all of its tattooed glory is a cock plumped at the base with a fleshy tie and a length that rivals Hwoarang’s forearm when he uses it to crudely measure him. Jin himself would’ve been more perplexed by the state of his manhood were it not for the wide, toothy grin that quickly stretched across his companion’s face. Like a whore, he uses his tongue to tease a fat vein that lines the underside of his shaft which makes Jin flinch terribly.
“You’re always packing some real heat, but this?” He reaches the tip and has to open his mouth wider than usual just to fit him inside, teasing it before popping off. “I’m gonna have a hard time sharing this monster with him once he gets here, you know that?”
“It was your idea.” Jin grabs his hair and pulls him closer, rubbing himself against his cheek. “So why not be a good whore and make the most of it?”
“Guess a brand new cock comes with some attitude, huh? Alright then,” Hwoarang nevertheless sucks and licks around his shaft, brows knitting together from barely contained arousal. “Lemme give this bitch breaker the attention it deserves.”
Jin’s cock is back in his mouth, stretching plump lips apart as he bobs his head, testing his limits. Jin lets him and keeps one hand behind his head while one stays in Hwoarang’s hair, encouraging him to take more. He watches ruddy cheeks hollow and nostrils flare for air as he descends on his new prick, trying his best to get used to it, but the added girth and length is enough to make him tear up. Hwoarang persists though and stops just short of his knot, in his eyes too fat to take, and proceeds to blow him properly.
It’s too much for Jin to handle, and in an act of sexual cruelty, takes hold of Hwoarang’s head in his massive claws and fucks his face without mercy.
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It takes Steve ten minutes to get to the motel, and within those ten minutes, Jin is already wiping cum off of Hwoarang’s forehead with the flat end of his shaft.
The door was unlocked when Steve arrived, and upon opening it, he was greeted by the sight of Hwoarang kneeling beneath Jin with a face full of demon spunk, mouth wrapped around a heavy testicle as he stroked Jin’s dripping length with both hands. Immediately, Steve was briefly taken aback by the sight, but calmed down soon enough once it became apparent that the demon before him meant him no harm and that Hwoarang was just enjoying himself a bit too much.
Upon seeing Steve in his periphery, Hwoarang found the strength to pull away from Jin to sneer at him.
“Finally showed up, huh? Tsk, here I thought you were gonna flake out on us,” He smirks while beating off Jin. “Lucky for you, I still saved you a spot.”
“Heh... Ya know, when you called me to hang, I didn't expect to walk in on...on this. You'd think it's my birthday~” Steve laughs a little as he closes the door behind him. “So what's goin’ on with you, babe? Thought you didn’t have to deal with this anymore.”
“Change of plans.” Jin says simply, voice unwavering. “Seems like my Devil likes you.”
Steve looks at him, Hwoarang, and then the knotted monster hanging over Hwoarang’s face. Without provocation, he drops his duffel bag and starts stripping for Jin; the hidden frenzy in his eyes putting Hwoarang's to shame once he's completely naked.
“Say less,” He wastes no time and approaches them quickly. “I'm all yours.”
The first thing that Steve does when he has Jin within arm's reach is kiss him with an open mouth, giving Hwoarang a view of sliding tongues and popping lips as he goes back to blowing Jin again. Jin makes sure to keep both hands on both men by feeling up Steve's ass and pulling Hwoarang's hair, things that make them moan and tend to Jin with earnest.
“Fuck...” Steve pulls away to lick his teeth and run his hand over the markings on Jin's chest, his stomach. “No fuckin’ way Hwoa was gonna have all this to himself.” His fingers graze a nipple. “I think it's high time we give this stud his first threesome, eh?”
“Well you're gonna have to wait your turn down here, cuz I ain't done yet.”
“Fine by me. It ain't my style, but if you don't wanna share,” Steve gets on his knees and shimmies behind Jin. “I'll settle for second best.”
Jin feels Steve spread his ass apart so he can feast on his hole and it makes him flinch. He tongues it in circles, up and down, side to side, closing plump lips around it as he hums at his taste... His technique is astoundingly precise.
“Aw hell, love, you taste so damn good,” Steve holds the back of Jin’s thighs as he goes to town on his ass. “Hwoa wasn't joking. Feels like I’m a kid in a candy shop...” His voice is muffled slightly, but Jin can understand him perfectly. “Lemme work you open for a bit, big guy.”
“Go--” Jin huffs when Steve manages to fit his tongue inside. “Go ahead...”
Steve does as he's told, going deeper when Jin brings his claw back to keep him there. He then returns his attention to Hwoarang who's throating him again, trying to one-up Steve. Unfortunately for him, it's hard to focus with one man in his ass and one at his pole, so Jin curbs Hwoarang's attitude by gagging him on his prick.
“Know your place,” Jin hisses, enjoying the way Hwoarang's eyes roll into his head. “Look at me like that again and I'll choke you on my cock.”
The tears in Hwoarang's eyes lets him know that he got the message and he blows Jin without issue. Steve snickers a little at their friend's expense and eats Jin out like normal, not at all treating this as competitively as Hwoarang. It would appear that Jin may have to curb that behavior somehow if he wants this threeway to go swimmingly.
“...That's enough.” He drums up as much willpower as he can to pull both men away from him at once. Steve licks his lips while Hwoarang wipes off the mess that's on his face and neck. “Let's continue this on the bed.”
“How do you want us, babe?” Steve jumps to his feet and helps himself, laying across it like a whore. “Who's the lucky bloke who gets to fuck you first, hm?”
“Me, duh. I'm nice and tight.” Hwoarang sits next to him, smug. “Bet fucking you is like throwing a toothpick down a mineshaft anyway.”
“I'm more privy to thunderdome, myself, but whatever makes ya feel better, mate.”
“I'll pick whoever I feel like.” Jin sits across from them, arms crossed. “But that'll be in time.”
“Huh?” Hwoarang frowns. “What do you mean? Don't you want this thing back inside you or what?”
“Don't concern yourself with our well being. We’re managing just fine, thank you.” He explains himself. “I'd much rather focus on correcting your behavior before we proceed, Hwoarang.”
“Eh??” He glares at him, flabbergasted. “The fuck did I do!?”
“You’re treating this like a competition and it's unnecessary. You and Steve are on equal footing, and I'd appreciate it if you cooperated with him more.”
“Hmm, I don't mind that at all.” Steve laughs and throws an arm around Hwoarang's shoulders. “Do you?”
“Y-Yeah, I do!” Hwoarang wiggles his way out of Steve's embrace. “Isn't taking turns enough? Besides, it's not like I'm...”
“Hm?” Steve moves closer. “Speak up, mate, I couldn't hear ya.”
“You know what I mean!”
“I do not think either of us know what you mean.” Jin blurts out. “Out with it.”
“I ain't saying shit--”
Steve grabs Hwoarang's chin and forces him to look at him as he pushes him down to the bed, trapping him beneath him. For once since they started, it shuts Hwoarang up and forces him to listen to what Steve has to say.
“Kissing me ain't gonna be any different than kissing him.” He cocks his head, feeling playful. “Just one on the lips?”
“But I...” Hwoarang tries to find an excuse but Steve's descending face gives him pause.
“Pleaaase? Like I said, just one and you can beat my arse later if you hate it.” He leans down, ready to make his move. “Okay?”
“Mm...” Hwoarang doesn't move away, just closes his eyes and puckers his lips tightly. Jin watches the display with bated breath and a cock that twitches terribly for more. It will be in due time, he tells his devil; there's nothing wrong with taking a break after all. Steve takes it slow, and as promised, gives Hwoarang a chaste kiss that lasts as soon as it ends. It makes Hwoarang grunt, but he doesn't push him away or voice any kind of discomfort, so Steve does it to him again and lets the kiss linger this time.
Hwoarang's eyes crack open for a minute then close when Steve moves his lips against his, a gentle mack that has the redhead reciprocating just a little. He follows Steve when he moves away and takes him without fuss when he comes back, even moaning a little when Steve introduces his tongue--a tongue that swipes Hwoarang's lips and coaxes them to part for him.
Hwoarang lets out a shuddering gasp against Steve's mouth that pitches into a moan when the cocky brit lowers his prick to touch his, inciting a reaction that has Hwoarang grinding into him without hesitation. Jin can hear his Devil practically scream at him to join, but quiets it down by jerking off to the sight of their frotting cocks instead. That seems to placate it for now and allows Jin to focus on Steve quickly and quietly breaking down Hwoarang's walls.
“Ah fuck ...” Hwoarang breaks the kiss for air, but Steve is too eager for his friend's flesh. He kisses a trail from Hwoarang's neck to his ear, humping him like a dog, drawing more moans from him that never fail to make Jin hard.
“Yeah, get into it, baby, lemme help you out,” Steve whispers into his ear. “Feels good, don't it?”
“I...I guess so...” Hwoarang's reactions defy his words when Steve's hand touches him, playing with a weeping tip that drips on his fingers. “ Ngh ...”
“You don't gotta act so tough, you know. You're around friends,” Steve simpers at him and moves his hand further south. “Now let's get you ready for that big cock, hm?”
“Hey, w-wait a sec--!”
Steve sits up to slip a slick finger inside of him. Hwoarang stares wide eyed at the ceiling then as his thighs naturally part for Steve's hand, letting it pump him gently as he tries getting used to the feeling of another man (besides Jin anyway) doing this to him. Steve's approach seems to work and he spits on Hwoarang's hole to allow a second finger to enter him.
“You want it, don't you?” Steve goes as deep as he can. “Tell me, mate.”
“C'mon, man, don't do this...” Hwoarang's back arches when he curls his fingers. “Oh fuck, oh fuck ...”
“I can keep working this tight little ass for you, or I can just take your spot.” He gives him his ultimatum. “Your call.”
“ Hah, hah ...” Sweat beads around Hwoarang's forehead the longer he gets worked up, prick rocking with Steve's wrist. Jin can see the last of his bravado leave him, making him pliant and vulnerable in ways Jin has never seen before. Once Steve got him loose enough for a third finger, it was as if the last of Hwoarang’s petty resolve finally went with him.
With a shaking voice and trembling thighs, Hwoarang sits up and kisses Steve, wanton and messy like the asshole his blonde friend continues to prep with his hand. Jin takes the opportunity to approach both of them, particularly Hwoarang who's latching onto Jin next once he notices that he's close.
“I want it,” His grip around his neck is tight and unyielding. “If you don't hurry up and put that dick in me, I swear to God...”
“Heh, cracked like an egg~” Steve licks his fingers off and chuckles happily. “If that's all it takes to loosen you up, you might be a bigger slag than I am, babe.”
“Fuck off...”
“Relax, you did good,” Jin praises him as he lays him down on his back which prompts Hwoarang to turn his head to the side in embarrassment. “Now spread your legs and you'll get what you want.”
Hwoarang, despite the blush in his cheeks and the pounding of his chest, does what he's told while Steve crawls to where his head is to hold his hooded cock over his face. It pokes his cheek, and smears it in slick, giving the redhead an idea of what his friend wants, and he's relaxed enough to give Steve what he wants.
Jin, in that moment, gives his Devil the reins again, and doesn't hold back when his prick makes contact with Hwoarang's asshole. He breaches him and goes as deep as he can possibly go, digging him out with girth that immediately stretches Hwoarang to his limit. Hwoarang whines around Steve's cock during it all, cross-eyed and shivering, but takes his companion’s pole without a hitch, too riled up by Steve's hands to care much about his wellbeing it seems.
He fucks Hwoarang like an animal as he makes out with Steve who has at his throat. The moans Hwoarang lets out shakes the room and vibrates their bodies, a far cry from his earlier behavior. He's slobbering on Steve's pole with a wild tongue and squelching throat as he holds himself open for Jin’s frenzied thrusts. It's filthy and dirty watching his holes getting ruined like this, but Jin wouldn't have it any other way.
“Fuck yeah, you little cocksucker... Bet this is like heaven for you, yeah?” Steve stares at the bulge he's making in Hwoarang's throat before looking up at Jin. “How's he feeling for you, love? Nice and tight like he promised?”
“Like a glove, as a good bitch should be.” Jin bites his lip as his knot spanks Hwoarang's skin pink. “I'll be feeding this hole what it wants soon enough...”
“Fuck yeah, right behind ya,” Steve clasps his hand around Hwoarang's neck to tighten the squeeze. “You ready to eat, hot shot?”
Hwoarang can't talk, so he braces himself against Steve's hips in anticipation. To his delight, they finish at the same time and make him swallow a load in one hole as the other gapes from the squeeze of an unholy tie. Hwoarang squirms at the pressure, at the stretch, and comes all over himself once it becomes apparent to him that Jin is unable to pull out of him.
Steve gets a head start on Jin and empties what's left of his balls all over Hwoarang’s face, paying extra care to get whatever he can get on his lips. Hwoarang refuses to miss a beat and keeps his mouth wide open for his spunk.
“That's right, don't let a drop go to waste...” Steve praises him by patting his cheek. “Feels good being a cumdump, don't it?”
Hwoarang can only manage a shuddering gasp that breaks with each breath he takes. Steve then lifts his head by his hair so he could watch Jin breed him, big hand smoothing over the slight swell of cock and come in his stomach. Thankfully Jin isn't bound to Hwoarang for long and his knot deflates enough to pull out, rim of his companion’s ruined hole briefly coming with him before letting go. Hwoarang is too weak and tired from sex to do anything about the come that drips out of him and just lays there, down for the count with curling toes and trembling legs.
Steve takes this opportunity to crawl to Jin who is too busy marveling at Hwoarang’s broken resolve to notice him until he's fitting himself in his lap.
“You gonna fuck me up like that, aren’t ya, love?” Steve is already touching him in ways that help bring his prick back to life. “I think you got enough in the tank for me.”
“You shall not be spared either,” He lays Steve down next to their writhing companion. “Brace yourself, pet, because I will not go easy on you. That hole has seen enough action that I'm sure you'll take me without issue.”
“You know it, babe,” Steve lifts his legs and spreads himself open. His hole is pink, loose and primed for fucking. “Now c’mere and fuck this pussy like you mean it.”
Steve doesn't need as much prep as Hwoarang, so Jin fucks him hard while Hwoarang looks on, in better shape than he was before, but still a little worse for wear. He recovered enough that he can sit up and latch onto Jin as he plows Steve's loose hole, but is too spent (and a little too loopy) to participate.
“ Saranghae, saranghae, Jin-ya ...” He says this as he peppers him with kisses and love bites. Jin has heard the words before, but never could put a meaning to them. “Hurry up and breed this bitch so we can take a nap, alright...?”
“Y-You already had your fun, lemme have a go at him, wanker...” Steve closes his eyes as he beats himself off. “Oh fuck yeah, baby, tear that slag cunt up...”
“Course it takes you forever to get off...” Fed up with having to wait so long for extra attention, Hwoarang decides to speed up the process by blowing Steve again. “Hurry up and cum then, you whore.”
“Takes one to know one, arsehole,” Steve runs his fingers through Hwoarang's hair regardless and pulls some locks aside to watch him suck. “Anyone ever tell you how good you look with a knob down your throat?”
“Wouldn't be the first,” He slaps the flat end of the tip against his tongue. “Probably won't be the last.”
Steve goes quiet as Hwoarang throats him like he did before, taking control by pinning Steve's hand to his stomach as Jin thrusted away. Pleasure sharp and tingly, it doesn't take long for them to finish again and they come seconds apart from each other. Hwoarang smirks triumphantly as he drinks his third load of the day while Jin knots Steve’s hole. He handles it far better than Hwoarang though and basks in a post-orgasmic glow as he watches Jin attempt to impregnate his guts.
“You wanna come back home with me to New York by chance?” Steve gives Jin a knowing look and a smile full of teeth. “Old men I got don't have nearly as much gusto as you, mate.”
“You'll have him for as long as you're here, dumbass.”
“Someday for sure,” Jin tests the strength of their tie and shivers at the tension. “And you shouldn't discount your partners. I wouldn't mind meeting them one day.”
“A party, huh? Yeah we can make that happen,” He reaches around Hwoarang's neck to pat his cheek. “You game for that, fire crotch?”
“Don't count on it!”
“It's fine, we look forward to it,” Jin quickly speaks for Hwoarang so he can scoop Steve up into his arms to lay down. “Sorry, my knees are getting tired.”
“No prob, bruv, I like it when you manhandle me~” Steve holds onto him nice and tight as Jin settles into bed. He then lays across the demon’s rock hard body while Hwoarang immediately fits himself into Jin’s side, intent on having him to himself one way or another.
The tendrils of evil finally recede and Jin feels at ease, but its influence still remains. He finds comfort in the “whores” that surround him, their lingering touch and seductive words making him feel plenty self-satisfied. Even when his knot deflates and his cock grows soft, he still keeps Steve close and focuses on Hwoarang’s TV while his friends talk as if they weren’t sucking and fucking each other for his Devil’s entertainment.
Eventually, Hwoarang gets enough energy to light up and pass a joint around between them, but take care to let Jin smoke it the most. They take turns holding it to his lips as he keeps a firm grip on their backsides, content with their role as his bitches for the evening.
hii just wanted to request something with devil jin/hwoarang with bottom + praise kink devil jin! love seeing devil jin being a good boy for hwoarang :) love your work on bicurious twenty-somethings by the way i look forward to every update its so good
Given to Those Who Ask | Hwoarang x Devil Jin
Summary: Hwoarang is used to the devil visiting him at night, but there is something behind those dusky eyes this time that gives Hwoarang pause.
A/N: I'm not used to writing Devil Jin as a sub, so I hope I did a good job making him a bottom with a praise kink. Hope you enjoy! My hc of Devil Jin having a knot was applied here, but he knots in Hwoarang's hand, don't worry lol
Hwoarang comes home to shuddering, black wings gently folded over the back of a nude devil that lays quivering on the foot of his bed. He doesn't hesitate to approach him, throws his gym bag off of his shoulder to touch his skin, but is denied the opportunity by a deep growl that gently warns him to stay back.
Hwoarang scowls, irritated by the demon's behavior.
“The fuck's your problem this time?” He asks, hands on his hips. “Why'd you pop the wings?”
He's silent for a moment.
“We're tired...” He says, voice noticeably strained. “Nothing more.”
“Bullshit,” Hwoarang walks to the side of the bed to look at Jin properly. He instinctively curls in on himself in response, denying Hwoarang the opportunity.
“We said that we're tired.” He barks. “Begone from us.”
“Then get the fuck outta my bed then if you don't want my help.” Hwoarang bites back. “Clearly there's something wrong with you, but if you don't wanna tell me, get out. I got training tomorrow.”
Silence again, but this time he relaxes enough to raise his head, staring at Hwoarang with red eyes, wet from frustration.
“The fuck?” Hwoarang approaches him, ignoring the flinch in Jin's wings. “You okay?”
“...No.” He looks past him this time. “We are in pain.”
“What kinda--”
Jin, with some hesitancy, sits up, hunched over when he presents his nudeness to his companion. Besides the obvious demonic traits that marks Jin’s body, Hwoarang notices something else that catches his eyes when his gaze shifts to what stands between Jin's legs.
His cock is erect and twitching, shaft plumped by a bulbous knot that swells around the base. It caught Hwoarang off guard, but he knew better than to humiliate him for it with any sharp words.
“So that's why.” Hwoarang looks back up at Jin who stares at him from beneath his bangs. “Is this some kind of devil thing, or...?”
“We’re overcome by rut.” He explains. “It's very painful for us.”
“You're just gonna sit there and suffer then?”
“We prefer not to, but we will if we must...”
“Don't tell me you're embarrassed.” Hwoarang sits next to him. “If it's just a sex thing, I can help with that, ya know.”
“N-No...” He turns around, voice pitching when he does. “We don't wish to hurt you.”
“What, you wanna knot my ass?” He lays back on the bed acting cocky. “Can't hurt me if I'm on top.”
“We need a hole to catch onto...”
“You can fuck my hand, I don't care,” Hwoarang curls his finger Jin’s way. “C'mon, gonna hurt yourself if we don't do this, so hop on.”
Jin is apprehensive, but eventually relents. With a deep sigh, he crawls to Hwoarang on all fours, head low like a dog when he mounts his waist. Hwoarang watches his expression shift from one of guilt to one of discomfort once Jin’s body makes contact with him, cock throbbing with his pain. It lets Hwoarang know that the state Jin's devil has left him in is something that needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later.
Hwoarang knows he can fuck Jin up as much as wants, knows he can hurt Jin in ways that'll have him gasping and begging for more, but tonight, Hwoarang opts to be more gentle for Jin's sake.
Using a bottle of lubricant that he keeps in his nightstand, Hwoarang preps Jin on all fours, the glide of his fingers through his hole making the devil's back arch and wings twitch expectantly. Hwoarang likes that and pushes a third one into him, keeping him wet and loose as he wets his own aching cock with his free hand.
“Hwoarang, please,” Jin bends over, presenting his perfect ass to him. “You don't need to be thorough, we just want--” He gasps when Hwoarang twists his wrist, wings fluttering. “Please just give us your cock...”
“You'll get it, baby, don't worry,” Hwoarang grants him some mercy finally by pulling his fingers out of him. “Damn, this rut made you really needy, you know that? Should know begging like that with me won't get you any cock.”
“Sorry,” Jin holds his head down. “We'll be better...”
“It's okay, just teasing.” Hwoarang sits up on his knees to mount him, head of his cock poking the rim of his hole. “You always wanna be good for me, right, pretty boy?”
“Y-Yes,” Jin backs up into him. “We revere you, anata.”
“I know you do, baby. That's why we're doin’ this yeah? Cuz you wanna make me happy?” He pushes in, cockhead squeezing past fluttering muscles. “Giving you what you need now, babe. Don't be shy when I fuck you, okay?”
“Yes...” Jin nods, moans desperate when his hips meet Hwoarang's pelvis. “Yes, of course.”
“Good, let me fuck it, baby” Hwoarang fucks him slow, breathing deeply at the way Jin's hole drags over his shaft. “Let me make you feel good.”
Jin bites down into the skin of his own arm as he ruts his blunt red demon cock into a nearby pillow. Hwoarang notices this and bends over to grasp Jin's length, hand squeezing the bulbous knot under his flesh.
“A-Ah!” Jin arches his back, eyes rolling into his head. “Sensitive...”
“Shh, get into it, pretty.” Hwoarang whispers into his ear. “Fuck my hand, pretend it's a real pussy you're breeding.” He fucks Jin faster. “Said you wanna come, right? Wanna make it feel better?”
“Yes, yes...” Jin ruts deep and hard into Hwoarang's fist, jagged claws tearing holes into the sheets. “Want it to go away, make you happy...”
“Then let it out, pretty boy. Do it like how I want you to.” He bites his ear. “Gotta make you feel better, baby. No use hurting yourself when I'm around, don't you think? Thought you wanted to be good for me.”
Jin shudders and shakes beneath him as his knot swells beneath Hwoarang’s fingers. Hwoarang squeezes it harder out of instinct, careful not to hurt him, trying to simulate what a real hole would feel like if Jin were actually fucking one. It takes a few pumps of Hwoarang's cock to make it happen, but eventually Jin is able to spill his load, moaning with his demon as he fucks his come into Hwoarang's trembling fingers.
“Good boy, good slut,” Hwoarang smirks at the sight, licking swollen lips as he works himself to orgasm. “So perfect, baby, still good to listen even when you're out of your mind like this. So fuckin’ hot.”
“Hwoarang, Hwoarang,” Jin calls for him, voice suddenly overpowering the voice of his devil. “S-Sorry, so sorry, I c-can't--” More seed leaves him, a thick ribbon of come that has the man beneath him crying like a baby. “C-Can't stop it...”
“Heh, it's okay, hunk, I don't care if you make a mess.” He turns Jin's head to the side to gaze upon his sweat drenched face. “I'm gonna take care of you. So good for me, least I can do.”
Hwoarang can tell that Jin wants to protest, but doesn't give him the chance.
Hwoarang manipulates them so that they're laying on their side, hand still closed tightly around Jin’s spewing length as he fucks into his companion's tight little hole. Jin has to brace himself from the overwhelming pleasure blooming in his gut by keeping an arm around Hwoarang's neck, horns hot to the touch when they graze Hwoarang's forehead.
“Let us return the favor,” Jin says to him with his devil this time as he tightens around Hwoarang's cock. “Did so much for us, want to make you feel good...”
“Already doing that, Jin-ya, don't worry about me.” Hwoarang kisses the side of his face. “I'll finish when I finish, just fuck my hand, baby.” He fists him with short tight pumps of his hand, an act that brings tears to Jin's eyes. “Yeah, that's it, lookit your cock, pretty, see how wet you are? How hard and hot you are for me? Don't pay attention to anything else but that, okay? Gonna milk you dry tonight.”
Jin doesn't say anything this time, just relaxes against Hwoarang, mouth ajar and eyes shut as he completely gives into his hand and cock. Hwoarang chuckles at that as he leaves love bites and wet kisses along Jin’s neck, content with a slow, methodical fuck if it meant getting rid of the ache in his companion's balls.
Hello! I’ve recently discovered your account and I’m in love with your writing :)
With that being said, would you be open to writing some sort of smut between Kauyza & Anna Williams? It can be any sort of theme/prompt. I just really love their connection of working together in Gcorp… But if you’d rather not write anything with this pair that’s also okay!
Sow Sorrow, Reap Joy | Kazuya Mishima x Anna Williams
Summary: Kazuya's rut brings forth a violet devil desperate to breed.
Kazuya isn't one to bend to the will of his devil, and yet, in this moment, as he rises out of bed and wipes the sleep from his eyes, it has the audacity to defy him.
He stands in his bathroom mirror, staring down a man with violet skin, beastly horns, and leathery wings folded neatly against his back. Never in his 50 years of containing this power did he ever transform seemingly for no reason--not since he died that first time anyway. He is better than this, and yet no matter what he tried, his body remained unchanged.
Kazuya briefly considers leveling a building to quell rage boiling in his soul, but before he can take to the skies and give some poor vagrant city in the mountains a piece of his mind, something else about his physiology catches his eye.
Between his legs, hanging not even an inch above his knee, is a long, meaty cock Kazuya does not recognize.
It's purple like him--veiny and girthy like him--and yet twice the length it usually is and thicker than his wrist. Kazuya's biology remains more or less the same whenever he calls upon his devil, but his organ has never taken this shape before. The tip is flat and hanging out of a fleshy violet sheath dripping heavy with precome while his loins hang low between his thighs, throbbing painfully, tense like ripe fruit and just as weighty. A monster prick, a heavy sack, beating wings that seem to pulse with the blood in his length... Yes, of course; it's only a guess, but Kazuya has a feeling why his beast refuses to listen to him.
A ringing landline distracts him, but he ignores it, in no mood to talk. The ringing ceases and the line eventually clicks, giving way to a feminine voice he immediately recognizes.
“Hey, handsome,” It greets him. “I know you hate it when I call you when you're out of office, but it isn't like you to run so late, ya know? If Junior's giving you hassle, you'd let me know, right? Right~? Heheh, anyway call me back whenever you're done menacing the public, m'kay? Bye-bye~”
It clicks again and Kazuya feels his knees buckle. Anna--sweet, irksome Anna. Just hearing her voice sends pangs through his loins, another sign that his condition is of a primal nature. Their relationship was at one point strictly professional, but prolonged contact has made maintaining that professionalism extremely complicated. Handshakes turned to kissing, kissing turned to fucking, and fucking has now turned to breeding. Kazuya is sure once he kills his progenitor and his sire, he'll build a new world order with Anna as his pet, but it's become very, very apparent that it has to happen sooner than later.
His devil knows of Kazuya's intent and seeks to make this bond permanent.
Kazuya steps out onto his balcony, unfolds his wings, and takes off to the skies. Once he lands on the roof of his conglomerate, Kazuya makes a beeline to his office on the 50th floor as he calls Anna on his cellphone.
“Hello?”
“Williams.” Beating around the bush is not his forte. “Meet me in my office. Now.”
“What's the rush, boss? Something happen?”
“You will know in time. I shall be there in five minutes.” He tells her. “...For the sake of your health, you will be relieved of your duties for the rest of the day.”
“E-Eh--?”
He hangs up on her, breathing deeply. His cock aches terribly for relief as it messes in his slacks, forcing him to walk in a bow-legged gait. As soon as he rounds the corner leading to his office, Kazuya runs to the door and immediately strips once he's at his desk.
She's been in here--he can smell it. Imperial Majesty and arabica coffee. Whenever she takes a break, she likes to stay in his office and leave her sweet, insufferable stench everywhere--knows he doesn't like it but does anyway. At any other time it's an annoyance, but now, in his sexbrained state, it's the most suffocatingly intoxicating thing he's ever smelled.
Kazuya stumbles into his chair, where her scent is most potent, and gives his cock the attention it deserves by rutting into his own hand.
It towers over his thighs when it's at full mast, weeping precome, burgundy tip engorged like a geyser waiting to burst. He's fondling his balls and playing with his asshole when Anna arrives, visibly peeved, but her face drops once she takes in the state of Kazuya's body.
He remains where he is, motionless except for the hand that jerks his wet pole from shaft to tip in slow, monotonous strokes. Anna quietly closes the door and approaches him slowly.
“...What happened to you?”
“My devil.” He says simply. “It seeks a mate.”
“I can see that,” Her eyes switch between his violet member and his hooded eyes. “Are you sure my kitty cat can handle it?”
“You've taken worse beatings.” He then scowls. “If you're not up for the task, I can find someone else.”
Anna considers it, laughs, then drapes her jacket over his leather couch.
“Like you would bother looking for anyone else, big daddy. You'd have begged and begged for me to play with it until you take what you want. ” She struts towards him, sashaying hips aggravating him. “No need to be so grumpy. I'll take care of it~”
She goes behind his desk, bringing that sweet scent and sweeter ass with her. Kazuya has waited long enough and brings her down to his lap to shove his tongue into her mouth. Immediately, he palms her between her legs, and upon feeling her heat through her pantyhose, he ripped them apart to reveal a pretty red g-string bisecting waxed, olive lips.
Kazuya lifts her by her hips and slams her on the desk, head ducking beneath her qipao as he rolls it over thighs. The pathetic bit of cotton she calls underwear is severed by his fangs and he dives in to sample her properly. He licks at the source of her scent with a long, slithering tongue that circles her pebbled clit and draws it into his hungry mouth. Anna cries his name at that while Kazuya growls like an animal, juice of sex driving him mad for cunt. He suckles and teases her bud for a second longer before feasting on her actual hole, slick to the bone in drool.
“Like fucking candy,” He spits on her for a juicier glide then licks her with the flat of his tongue, middle finger stretching her out. “Are you ready?”
Anna can only beg for more. “Oh, yes, baby...” She plays with her breasts, tweaking baby pink nipples. “Mmm, give kitty her milk, daddy, please...”
Kazuya's cock lurches at the prospect, leaking out interest all over his floor. He finds strength to rip himself away from Anna's honeyed cunt to mount her, prick dwarfing her in size. She's not scared of it however and pulls herself apart for it, pretty black nails contrasting nicely with her flesh.
“Go for it,” She licks her lips. “Give it your best shot, handsome.”
Kazuya very nearly loses it.
It goes in her easily, almost too easy, and Kazuya worries if he's ripped something. Anna's moans lets him know he's good to fuck and sheaths himself as deep as he can into his secretary's pretty pussy until there's nothing left to give it.
He hits a wall, a rigid one. She arcs her back and claws the desk, scent blooming tenfold. Kazuya looks down at their union, at the way her flesh clings so tightly to his shaft, and then the sweet supple bump his cock made in her belly.
He bends over to kiss her, tongue so frenzied it finds the back of her throat. She gags a little, but sucks on it anyway, legs locking him in so he can properly breed her. His thrusts push her farther up on the desk until he's kneeling on it, fucking her down into the wood instead of against it. She's at his complete mercy, and while he would've loved to prolong this a bit more, the presence of an unprotected womb sends Kazuya over the edge. Her pleasure is suddenly secondary and Kazuya pummels her bruised hole raw until he's emptying a thick load deep in her snatch.
“Good bitch...” He takes her neck between his teeth and bites, milking out what's in his balls with harsh claps of his hips. His psyche is weak enough for the devil and his prodding tongue, but Kazuya lets it happen for now. “Hold my seed, give me a new heir...”
“G-Goodness, I think I like this side of you a little more than I thought,” She sighs ecstatically when he pulls out to shoot on her stomach. “Keep fucking me like that, and I'll never bug you for a bonus again.”
“Foolish pet. So long as I remain in this state, your cunt will know nothing but the shape of my prick,” As if on cue, his flaccid length fills with blood once more. “I will break you like the sweetling you are.”
“You may have shaken me up, but I'm far from broken, honey,” Anna staggers to her knees to show off a peachy bum and creamy lips. “This kitty cat's still got claws.”
“Hmph,” He smirks. “Very well then. I shall not simply break this open,” He slides himself between her ass cheeks and spanks her. “I will destroy your little hole from the inside out.”
Anna smiles from ear to ear, makeup smeared, silken locks this way and that way. Even at her most filthy, she's beautiful, and Kazuya shows his silent admiration for her by hollowing her juicy cunt out.
After three hours of nonstop breeding, Kazuya is spent and Anna, exhausted from use, cleans his human cock for him as she desperately tries to hold his heavy loads in her pulsing sex. It's how she shows love for him as well, by acting like the perfect pet that shall serve him until his descent into Hell.
Under Egregious Circumstances | Asuka Kazama x Hwoarang
Summary: Hwoarang misses Asuka; her panties should ease the pain.
Warnings: N/A
Kinks: Masturbation, Panty Sniffing, Pining
Pairings: Asuka Kazama x Hwoarang
A/N: I am breathing life into the hwoasu tag because it is a crying shame I'm the only one writing content for these two 🫠
He's been dreading this day, unable to bear it when he saw Asuka leave his apartment for the taxi waiting outside the building. He begrudgingly took her kisses and well wishes before watching her drive off to the airport, heading to London where her first tournament of the year waited for her.
Hwoarang maintained his composure until he couldn't see her taxi anymore before letting his face fall, mood sour when he went back inside his complex.
Call him a baby, a brat even, but it never felt good when she left. He felt lost and lonely. Training and napping usually helps him stave off impulses, but it's only a matter of time until he caves in and sends Asuka an unsolicited picture of his dick.
Sexting and phone fucking sucked ass, but at least it got the job done.
At his upper limit, Hwoarang worked out for two hours straight, channeling pent-up energy through his arms and legs, starving his dick of attention. It sucked and he came home sweating like a pig, but at least it helped him forget why he was so moody.
At least for a time...
As Hwoarang peeled off the clothes sticking to his skin in his laundry room, something caught his eye; a forgotten pair of unwashed boy shorts bunched up in the corner of his hamper, untouched for God knows how long.
They’re a dark blue pair rimmed with frill, emblazoned with little white hearts.
Hwoarang blinked once, then twice, and then a third time. Asuka left her laundry here all the time, so the sight of them hardly bothered him; it was the thoughts going through his head that gave him pause the longer he stared at them.
Fuck...
Curiosity getting the best of him, Hwoarang fishes them from his hamper and unfolds them.
Wrinkled and long due for a wash, the sight of dry girl drool should have skeeved him out, but it just emboldened him further.
He held it to his nose and gave it a curt sniff.
Sharp, sweet, potent musk, pungent in the best way. It's intense, almost suffocating, dirty , and yet he can't help but sniff it more. His cock stirs, aches for her the longer he breathes her in, conditioned responses whenever he had the honor of being between her legs. Cunt shouldn't smell this good, shouldn't smell like fucking popurri , but here he is frothing from the mouth for days old pussy juice that's been fermenting in his laundry room for God knows how long. He wonders what she'd think if she saw him like this, if she'd tease him or throw him a bone like the dog he is, offering him the little pussy he's been craving for days now. If she knows what's good for her she'd give him what he wants, but that fucking bitch would be too keyed up by his desperation to give him the time of day. Fine with him; wouldn't be the first time he takes what he wants.
She likes it that way, so who cares?
Hwoarang huffs as he works the towel around his waist, pulling out a half-hard cock that stands at attention once he begins manipulating himself. He pretends it's a real pussy he's sniffing, inhaling sharply as he licks at the flaking stain that scratches his nose. It tastes better than it should be, so he licks it again, sucks on it until his spit soaks through, mouth watering, eyes fluttering closed. His cock weeps with his mouth, throbbing as it leaks into his palms, lubing him up. He jerks it faster in response, pulling ruddy foreskin over the tip and down his shaft, muttering her name into her mess. He licks, mouths, and sucks until her panties are licked clean, until all that's left is the slick of his drool and scent of his own breath. Disappointing and maybe a little frustrating, but it's certainly not the end of the world.
Hwoarang parts from her panties, stares at them briefly, considers it, before eventually relenting. He brings them down to his cock, wraps it around his shaft, and exhausts its usefulness the best way he knows how. He moves his hand faster, bucking his hips, imagining Asuka's bouncing on him, giving him the ride of his life, letting him fill her up as he pummeled her little cunt into a creamy, pulsing pulp.
“Fuck, fuck ... Come home, come fucking home already...” Hwoarang closes his eyes, core clenching tightly. “Can't believe you fuckin’ left me like this...”
Hwoarang doesn't hold anything back when he comes, moaning loudly, damn near jumping off the bed when he creams himself. He manipulates his cock with quick and fast strokes of his hand, wringing out his load into the defiled panties that were his girlfriend's underwear.
After a few moments of catching his breath, eyes never leaving the come collecting in the crotch, Hwoarang peels Asuka's panties off his cock to ball them in his hand. Post-nut clarity hits him like a train, and, at that moment, Hwoarang feels listless.
Needy.
Worse for wear.
“Shit...”
Hwoarang runs his fingers through his hair as he tosses the panties back into the hamper, mad at himself.
“That fuckin’ brat...” He curses to himself, stomping his way out. “I swear to God, Imma teach her a lesson when she gets back...”
He stubbornly ignores the flutter in his chest when he thinks of her face and hurries to the bathroom to wash off what's left of his shame.
Okay hear me out… Yandere!Devil Jin/Jin x Hwoarang but like romantic but a little fucked up…? Devil Jin being the part of Jin that drives him to keep fighting (and kinda “keep tabs on” aka stalk) Hwoarang because he subconsciously loves the contact and scent of his sweat and noises Hwoarang makes and tasting his blood off of him and he just “kinda” got carried away that ONE TIME but at least he stopped himself from killing him and he becomes more obsessed with Hwoarang and possessive after he saves him from the grenade in Tekken 7 and even more in Tekken 8 when Hwoarang tells Jin that Devil Jin is just another part of him <3 I imagine Devil Jin being all of the wild, perverted, emotional, creepy/obsessive, sadomasochistic, and selfish parts of Jin that he represses so hard (for example he’s seen how Steve talks to Hwoarang and has decided he Does Not Like Him) and being turned on by at the idea that Hwoarang can handle and even enjoy the dark side of him and adoring his feisty-ness. Also they choke eachother. If I could draw, I would draw Devil Jin losing himself in riding Hwoarang’s dick with his hands wrapped around Hwoarang’s throat. Based off how he is in game compared to Jin, I imagine he’d be sexually and emotionally unrestrained and dramatic lol Alright, I could keep going but I’m gonna cut it here, feel free to use creative liberties here, you’re an amazing writer and I trust you, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
Split Lips | Jin Kazama/Devil Jin x Hwoarang
Summary: Hwoarang comes home to a hungry devil who isn't used to being alone for more than a few minutes.
Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Blood (lots of biting and anal bleeding), Yandere, Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation
Kinks: Very Rough Anal Sex (No Lube), Sadism/Masochism, Dirty Talk, Blood, Yandere/Bottom!Jin, Dom/Top!Hwoarang
A/N: Hwoarang has a yandere situationship with Jin who's really bad at being subtle about it, but Hwoarang tolerates it cuz at least the sex is good. I tried doing a thing where Hwoarang is kinda the dom in this scenario and Jin is the obsessive, sadomasochistic brat who loves pushing his buttons, so hopefully I portrayed that well. Hope you enjoy!
Jin is fucking crazy and Hwoarang is okay with that.
Jin tries to be subtle about it, but Hwoarang is aware of the piercing gaze that follows him at all hours of the day and the fleeting, intrusive touches that rake his flesh at the dead of night when Jin thinks he isn't paying attention. Any sane person would try to bridge a reasonable gap between themselves and their stalker (boy?)friend for their own safety and sanity, but Hwoarang, against his better health, likes it. It's hard to find any guy or girl who can match his freak, and Jin, despite his tendencies, is the only idiot in the world dumb enough to keep up with him.
The bites on his neck and the scratches on his back are worth the hassle is what he tells himself.
After a long session in the gym that is supervised by a lurking devil who thinks Hwoarang isn't watching him, Hwoarang comes home to black feathers and rummaged belongings. He ignores it in favor of going to his room to rest his legs, where that same devil quietly waits for him, quick to approach Hwoarang as if he wasn't just eyeing him like a piece of meat hours ago. Hwoarang has a mind to call him out on it, but knows Jin will play coy, acting like he's doing his best to keep Hwoarang out of trouble.
He doesn't shoo Jin away when he hugs him from behind, nose tucked into the crook of his neck, smelling him too deeply for comfort. It sends a shiver down his spine, aggravated further by wet, white teeth that nibble at his skin.
“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” He says, needy like a teenager. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago.”
“I gotta life outside of you, ya know,” Hwoarang turns to face him, patting his cheek. It's red and warm beneath his palm. “You're gonna have to get used to that eventually, creep.”
“I'm used to routine,” Jin grabs his wrist, holds it to his lips. “You should be as well.”
“Needy bitch,” Hwoarang smirks, heart beating in his throat when those same teeth threaten to pierce his flesh. “You should learn how to mind your business.”
“Your business is my business,” He bites him finally, drawing blood that runs down his arm, drips to the floor. It hurts, but it hurts in ways that never fails to make his cock throb. “Just as your body is my body and your soul is my soul,” He licks his wrist clean. “We are one and the same, you and I. Don't forget that.”
“That's a pretty way of saying you wanna wear my skin.”
“Don't say that,” Jin regards him like prey, gaze hungry and wanton. “It might just happen.”
“Creepy fuck...” His lips curl when he pulls his arm from him. “What, you want me to say sorry? Is that it? Sorry for not having my dick out for you 24/7?”
“That's a start,” He hurries to grab his waist, desperate for contact. “Your neglect has left me starved. I can only think of a few ways that you can rectify that.”
“Tsk,” He sucks his teeth, horny, sick of playing games now. He grabs Jin by his neck to drag him to the bed, leaving him with bruises when he throws him on the mattress. Jin seems pleased, and spreads his legs for him so he can get at the teeming cock that peeks through the leg of his boxers. Hwoarang smirks at that and preys on Jin like a rabid animal then, the way Jin wants to get fucked.
“You’re such a slut for cock,” He leans down, bites so hard into his shoulder he tastes blood. “Can’t even last a day without a dick up your ass.”
“Finally, you take responsibility for your mess...” Jin moans, clinging to his back with sharpened claws this time. “Take me, anata, make me--”
“I don’t remember taking orders from you, bitch.” Hwoarang is back to holding his throat, squeezing so hard that it makes Jin gasp. “You’ll get my cock when you get it.”
He can feel Jin tremble beneath his touch, prick throbbing against Hwoarang’s thigh. God, he’s such a creeper, but fuck did it make him hot.
Hwoarang lets go of him, reluctant to do so since he likes seeing Jin choke, but forgets about it in time. He busies himself with stripping Jin of his clothes, peeling off a tight tank top and suffocating underwear to get at what he wants most. Jin is too thrilled by what Hwoarang makes of him and pounces on him, calling upon his devil’s strength to switch positions with his companion. Hwoarang shakes his head then, dazed by how fast Jin had manipulated them, and looks up at the younger man to tell him off, but is greeted by sunken pools of gold that stare back at him with barely contained lust.
“Fuck...” Hwoarang shifts a little. “Couldn’t hold it back, huh?”
“Your fault.” He fans out his wings. “We’re hungry.”
“Too hungry to get wet for me, too?”
“No time,” He uses those claws to shred his boxers. “Your body calls to us.”
Hwoarang chuckles at that, enjoying the idea of Jin hurting himself. He doesn’t stop him nor chide him for his haste, too horny to care too much about Jin’s health, and lets him be. The beast kneeling above him doesn’t seem to care for his own well being either and is quick to sit down on his length to impale himself, moaning like a spent whore. Hwoarang watches him with bated breath, at the trickle of red that leaves a searing trail down his shaft, and gives Jin the defilement he so desperately needs from him.
“Lookit you,” Hwoarang grasps his hips and pounds him good and slow, earning pained moans and breathless whines. “Ruining your cunt like this...” A slap to his ass has him crying like a baby.
“You hurt us so good, pet...” His claws slide up his stomach, his chest. “Can we do the same to you?” He licks his lips when he presses his thumbs into his Adam's apple. “Can we see you weep for us...?”
Hwoarang’s breath hitches. The pressure on his neck is suffocatingly tight, makes his cheeks hot and his head hurt, working him up.
“Oh, yes,” Jin moves easily now, beating wings scattering loose feathers in his ecstasy. “Fuck us, rape us, make us bleed,” His grip grows tighter, like a vice. “Tear us apart...”
Hwoarang’s eyes roll into head, spit falling from his lips as he’s choked out by this limitless evil who rides his cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to him. Such delicious, painful torture makes the older man plow him faster, hips splattering blood and slick along ivory skin he wishes he can bite into. Instead, Hwoarang gets off to the visual, to the hands crushing his throat, until he finally reaches his limit.
He fucks his come into his ruined hole, seed mixing with his pain. It drips from his ass in pink streaks and messes his crotch, but he can’t find the will to care.
“So soon, anata?” Jin lets go of Hwoarang’s neck to beat his bouncing prick off. “We’re hardly done with you... Not yet. We need more, we need you.”
“You slut...” Hwoarang coughs a little, soothing bruises with his fingers. “Who the fuck said I was done with your greedy ass, huh?”
Jin smiles, a full one that shows off sharp teeth and a pointed tongue, the same smile that Hwoarang stares at when he offers his mouth to his stalker’s plump cock to finish him off. It’s evil, demented, unholy in every which way, and yet Hwoarang, in his pursuit of forbidden pleasure he can never hope to experience with anyone else, can never get enough of it.
Info: Fuck buddies AU. Hwoarang and Jin attempt to see eye to eye after concluding that neither of them have anything to gain from their rivalry and decide to become friends...kinda. One thing leads to another when Hwoarang exposes Jin to recreational activities that colors Jin’s feelings about his former rival.
Summary: Jin has taken to weed like a duck to water which comes with its own set of issues, like his lack of impulse control. Hwoarang notices this and shamelessly exploits it if it means finally getting to fuck Jin.
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Another weekend descends upon them, which means another weekend of getting high in Hwoarang's hotel room. Jin at this point takes care to bring an overnight bag with him since things tend to get too heated too fast whenever he's in the same room as Hwoarang and tonight would be no different. They take hits from a bong this time, an apparatus Hwoarang had procured from some smoke shop a few days prior, and Jin hasn't felt more baked in his life. After two weeks (or three, he isn't too sure anymore) of smoking grass nonstop, Jin expected his tolerance to be a little better than this, but here he was, flighty and weightless like a balloon floating through a vat of oil. While Jin didn’t mind being a little high, this degree of delirium didn’t bode well for him. His inhibitions were dampened when he had too much to smoke, susceptible to suggestions and ideas brought on by his overeager best friend’s overactive imagination. He can resist Hwoarang to a degree when he was like this, but he’s always sucked into his schemes somehow in some way, usually in between his legs or riding his face, whichever came first.
Jin blinks bloodshot eyes as he tries focusing on the words of a Chinese takeout menu, hungry like a beast, while Hwoarang plays a solo round of House of the Dead 2, doing leagues better than last time thanks to Jin not playing with him, but Jin can tell just by looking at him that Hwoarang was out of it, too. His fingers tap incessantly at the controller as his eyes, also red from potent bud, follow enemies on the TV screen like a tracking laser, somehow unblinking as his loose lips ramble on about whatever comes to mind for him. Hwoarang is usually good about maintaining some degree of lucidity when he smokes, but his hooded eyes, messy hair, and code-switching lets Jin know that Hwoarang is a little worse for wear.
“Oi, babo,” Hwoarang kicks him a little with his foot. “Ajik eumsigeul jumunhaji anheusyeo-ssnayo?”
“I don't know what you're saying.”
“Food, you fuck, did you order it or nah?”
“You didn't tell me what you wanted yet.”
“We order and get the same shit every week, you should know.”
“How am I supposed to know that? I can't read your mind.”
“Take a good guess.”
“I dunno... Subuta--”
“Ahhh! Sshib-saekki!” Hwoarang throws his head back in frustration, angry at the game, but he gets back into it soon enough. “Yeah, yeah, subuta. Extra pork this time...”
“Right...” Jin grabs his phone and dials a number, staring at the screen with Hwoarang. He was fighting The Emperor, a hard boss, but Jin has confidence Hwoarang will be able to defeat it.
After calling the restaurant and placing their order, Jin snacks on some chocolate as he stands up on wobbling legs, looking for his jeans.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“Food will be ready in an hour,” Jin replies. “If we walk there now, we can pick it up in time.”
“Eh? We're walking there? Why are we walking there??”
“I think it'll do us some good, I'm feeling pretty out of it.” Jin holds the chocolate bar between his teeth when he picks up his pants. “I dunno what kind of strain you got, but it's very potent.”
“It's probably the bong...”
“Really...?”
“Yup.” Hwoarang pauses his game to grab it. “Bongs get you more fucked up than a joint.”
“Why are we smoking out of one then?”
“Gee, I dunno, maybe cuz I wanna get fucked up?” He holds the pipe to his lips and lights the bowl “That ever occur to you? Huh? That I wanna get fucked up?”
“Well alright then,” Jin shrugs. “I'll go. One of us has to get it.”
“H-Hey--” Hwoarang coughs out hazy smoke. “Hey, you asshole, I didn't say I wasn't going.”
“Hurry up and throw something on then because I'm not waiting for you.”
“Ughhh...”
Jin puts on a jacket while Hwoarang scavenges for some sweatpants and a t-shirt he had scattered on the floor. When they leave the hotel room, reeking of bud and cologne, they walk past they’re parked motorbikes and venture into the streets, much to Hwoarang’s chagrin.
“We’re walking by my chopper.”
“We are.”
“We’re also walking by your chopper.”
“You have eyes.”
“And it's cold as fuck out here!”
“If you're just going to complain, go back inside.”
“I don't get why we can't drive there...”
“Are you crazy? I'm not driving like this.”
“Ugh, you're one of those people?”
Jin says nothing in hopes that Hwoarang will take this time to keep his mouth shut, which he thankfully did, probably too blazed out of his mind to complain any further.
After walking down the sidewalk for about ten minutes in relative silence, Jin feels Hwoarang sway into him, nearly making him stumble. Jin ignores it at first as he was used to Hwoarang getting clingy when they smoke, but it becomes mildly annoying when he begins pushing too deeply into Jin’s side with his chest.
“Are you too out of your mind to walk or something?”
“Nah,” Hwoarang shook his head. “Just cold.”
“It’s not too late to head back.”
“Sure ain’t, but we're already out here.”
Before Jin can react, Hwoarang uses his body weight to push Jin to a brick wall. Jin grunts a little, but doesn’t struggle much, just looks up, exasperated, at the redheaded punk who’s pinning him against this jagged wall with thick arms and a broad chest.
“Don't you wanna warm me up?”
Jin feels something poke his tight, something hot, hard and weighty that thrums incessantly against his waist.
“Are you serious?” Jin squirms against him, becoming increasingly wary of potential passerby. “Right now? Right here? What are you, some kind of pervert?”
“I’m horny,” He leans forward to suck on Jin’s ear. “There’s a difference.”
“No, Hwoarang,” He grabs his shoulders. “Not here, maybe when we get--”
“You know why I wanted to stay in tonight, right?”
“To get...” Jin tries to find the right words. “To get fucked up... Right?”
“Not just that, dumbass,” Hwoarang rolls his hips, a deep rock of his pelvis that, to Jin's dismay, makes his cock lurch. “I want you.”
“That’s nothing new...” Jin pushes into him. “What’s the difference this time--”
“Your fucking asshole, that's what.”
Impatient and rough like a stray with a bone, Hwoarang pulls away a little from Jin to slip calloused hands behind his back and stare deeply into almond-shaped eyes. Jin, through the red haze of Hwoarang's gaze, can see the carnality behind them, and shrinks back in a mix of worry and some fear.
“Hwoa--” Jin's words stop in his throat when Hwoarang grabs his ass, fingers kneading it so deeply, Jin is sure he's leaving bruises.
“Every time I taste this hole, when you ride my face,” He gives him a hard spank through his sweats, eliciting another emotionally painful jolt from his loins. “The only thing that's on my mind is how good it'll feel wrapped around my cock.”
Jin gasps, wanton and lustful, half-hard member nudging against Hwoarang's erection. Goddamn this man, and his silver tongue, and his hot, hard body pressing so sharply into him it makes his back hurt. Hwoarang has eaten him out and finger fucked him enough times that Jin wanted his cock in him eventually, perhaps within the month, but this suddenly and so out in the open like this was not what Jin wanted...
Right...?
Damn it all, Jin sighs internally, woefully to himself; he's already second guessing himself, no thanks to this weed and the man who supplied him with it.
He needs to put a stop to this now.
“Look, I get it, I would like to have sex with you, too,” Jin tries looking past Hwoarang's flaring pupils to find some kind of mercy in them, wherever that is. “But out here in the open like this is a little risqué, don't you think? And it's so cold and nippy out here... When we get back, we can--”
Jin's face is grabbed, taken in one hand by the jerk who's already bringing one of Jin’s legs around his waist, forcing him to feel how hot and hard he is. Jin resists with all his might to rock into it, but Hwoarang does it for him, moving upwards when Jin tries shifting away.
Jin grunts and tries turning his head, ashamed of his body's response.
“You--!” His eyes flutter and his breathing picks up when Hwoarang humps him against the wall. “Goddamn it, Hwoarang, are you serious...!?”
“Does it feel like I'm fucking with you?” He sticks his tongue out and licks Jin’s lips. “If you really didn't want it, you'd have popped me by now.”
“I don't want this--!”
“Then do something about it, smartass,” Hwoarang drops Jin's leg to grab at his hair, tugging it downwards so he could look up at him. “Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me you don't want this.”
Jin's breath hitches, his heart beating so fast he can feel it in his throat. A sharp, electrifying tingle rides down his back, painful pleasure that is exacerbated by the hand on his face and the fingers in his hair. Hwoarang is a forceful, borderline selfish lover, but Jin has never seen him so...ferocious.
Hungry.
Jin is silent and unmoving, unable to give Hwoarang a response when a wave of bud-induced euphoria overwhelms him, making his mind fuzzy and his loins ache with need. They have an errand to run, and yet, for some Godforsaken reason, Jin can't find a reason to care about it now.
Not when Hwoarang looks at him like that.
Damn it all...
“Open your mouth.”
Jin does so wordlessly, the speed at which he obeyed Hwoarang's command almost scaring him. Was he really going to let this happen? Was he really going to let Hwoarang ravish him right here on this dank street corner like a whore, legs spread for the whole world to see?
Apparently so.
Jin is stiff as a plank of wood when Hwoarang closes distance between them again, flexing tongue leaving his open mouth to play with Jin's. It squirms and rolls over his own, tasting half-melted chocolate, trying to get Jin's to play. Jin, in this moment, in his inebriated state, is a slave to his id and cannot help but reciprocate such wanton affection. He holds Hwoarang like a ravenous whore then, hands roaming over taut back muscles and a tight backside that Jin grabs at with the same intensity that his companion did to him.
Hwoarang pins him to the wall then, weighing him down, lips closing around his tongue to suck on it this time. Jin is shameless in his arousal and humps Hwoarang's cock like a bitch in heat, desperate and plaintive, unable to deny him. Hwoarang meets his thrusts with ones of his own as he smooths his lips up and over Jin’s tongue, sucking on it like candy, until he gets too riled up for his own good. Spit follows him when he parts from Jin, spit that he lets drip off the tip of his tongue and into Jin’s mouth that the younger man instinctively swallows.
Hwoarang licks his teeth, pleased with himself, especially when he reaches down to cup Jin through his pants. He's already trying to work them down so he can get at what he wants the most, but a noise, the clamor of city life, stops Hwoarang in his tracks.
It gives Jin a little bit of breathing room to pose a suggestion.
“Okay, okay, you win...” Jin finds the strength to push him back. “We can go back.”
“Hmph,” Hwoarang finally backs up. “What happened to our food?”
“I'll take care of it.”
“Baboya...”
Hwoarang taps his ass when Jin walks past him, something that would usually earn Hwoarang a glare, but Jin takes it in stride, too horny to care.
The stutter in their momentum that is prolonged briefly by Jin canceling their order returns with a vengeance once Hwoarang has them both on the bed. He's impatient and forceful with him, throwing him around and manhandling him until Jin is in a position he is satisfied with, and once their clothes come off, Hwoarang eats him alive with the passion of a wild beast.
Jin lays on his stomach, head tucked into thick arms, rocking his hips in time with the impassioned tongue that invades his insides. It fucks him much like a finger, nimble and loose as it glides against his walls, agitating his prostate. It reminds Jin of a need within him that he's been neglecting for far too long; the desire to be filled up and claimed by something so much better than what Hwoarang is giving him.
Jin calls out for his friend’s name when Hwoarang holds onto his ass, desperate for his hole, sucking it and licking at it so greedily, Jin is confident they wouldn't need much lube to make it fit. That was just fine with him though; Hwoarang has played with him enough back there that he hardly needs so much prep work.
Turning restless much like the redhead who is eating him out, Jin raises his hips so he could grab at his cock and present himself properly to Hwoarang.
“H-Hey...” He swallows when he calls for him again. “I think I'm okay now.”
“Oh yeah?” Hwoarang parts from him to leave a wet kiss on his taint. “You want my cock that bad?”
“Yeah,” Jin nods. “I want you to...fuck me.”
Hwoarang is quiet when he crawls over Jin's body to lay on him, making him feel the hot hard cock that silently menaces him with its girth.
“I'm gonna pop your cherry, baby,” He whispers into his ear, rocking into him with it. “Cream in your hole and fuck you like a whore. You want that?”
“Yes...” Jin follows the curve of his shaft, needy and wanton with his plea. “Fuck me, please, Hwoarang.”
“I'm gonna tear it up, you know that, right? Make it hurt,” He bites his ear. “You sure you want it?”
“I don't care, I want it, I want it so bad...” Jin's eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from anticipation when Hwoarang sits up to spread him apart. “I want it to hurt me...”
Jin has since accepted that he enjoyed a little bit of pain, maybe some degradation here and there, but he didn't expect such sordid words to flow out of his mouth so easily like that.
It triggers something within Hwoarang that brings Jin’s inner pain slut to the surface.
Hwoarang hits him in the place he loves the most, his ass, but the spanks that he receives from him this time are hot, sharp, and smiting, aggravated terribly by short nails that rake against his tender skin.
Jin yelps loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure at that, unable to contain his arousal when he starts rubbing himself against the sheets.
“You shouldn’t have said all of that, Kazama...” His fingers pinch him when he mounts his rear, cockhead nudging against slick, wrinkled skin. “Now I’m really gonna fuck you up...”
Jin braces himself, expectant, length pulsing at Hwoarang’s promise, a chill riding up his spine when he pushes forward. Jin relaxes as best as he can, trying to make his body accept its fate, resisting the urge to tense up. Hwoarang is slow and considerate in his task, gentle like a lover despite his words, and breaches Jin with care, working his big cock into him with gentle humps and soft shakes of his hips until he’s able to work the tip in.
Jin jumps in place at the discomforting, dull ache that aggravates his hole, but doesn’t let Hwoarang stop, doesn’t want him to. Instead, he breathes deeply, closes his eyes, and grips the sheets, groaning and whining like a baby at the organ that’s quickly stretching him out. He can hear Hwoarang mutter something in his native tongue as he slides the rest of himself inside of Jin, expanding him, hurting him. It’s painful, like he's sitting on a bollard, but he can't help but get off to the way it fills him so quickly.
Against his better judgment, Jin backs into it, sinking on it smoothly, effortlessly, limpid tears rolling over ruddy cheeks when the sting overwhelms him, but damn it all, he needs this man in him as soon as possible.
Hwoarang releases a shuddering breath and meets Jin halfway to give him a break, pelvis pressed flush against plump ass cheeks.
“How ‘bout that...?” Hwoarang adjusts accordingly, caging Jin beneath him when he bends over his slick back. “That hurt enough for you?”
“Y-Yes...” Jin winces, groaning when Hwoarang gives his hole a deep, low hump. “Yes, it does...”
“You’re crying, baby,” Hwoarang reaches over him to sweep his bangs over his head, making his back arch. “Is your cunt too sore?
“No, I w-want this,” Jin bites his lip, balls aching painfully. “I want you...”
“You don’t care if I break it?”
“Please, Hwoarang,” Jin backs into him, eyes closed shut in blissful agony. “Fuck my hole... I can take it.”
Jin accepts a tender caress at the back of his neck that quickly tightens when Hwoarang pulls out, rim of his hole coming with him. Jin sputters, bears with pain that he can only describe as a ring of fire, worsened by descending hips that smack into his ass. It makes him cry louder, but Hwoarang ignores him and fucks him hard and slow, drawing pained moan after pained moan from him with each deep thrust of his cock. Jin grips tightly at the sheets then, eyes wet and red from weed and tears as he bites down into a throw pillow, cock leaking like a faucet. Jin’s instinct is to jerk off, but as soon as he moves his hand, Hwoarang hits him again.
“Told you I was gonna fuck you up, didn’t I?” Hwoarang then grabs his arm to pin it behind his back. “When you come, it’ll be on my dick, bitch.”
Jin moans at Hwoarang’s words, loud and wanton, ass now moving in time with his friend’s cock. Yes, he says to himself, this is what he wanted, what he craved; to be treated like a means to an end. Hwoarang thankfully shows no mercy, is adept at his task, and gives Jin what he wants, reaming him and filling him like his asshole is a real pussy. Jin can’t help but shudder at the sheer eroticism of it all and calls for his pseudo-lover, singing praises of him.
“H-Hwoarang, oh God, Hwoarang...” Jin grits his teeth. “It's t-tearing me apart, it's like it c-can't fit...”
“Hah... Should see how you look back here, baby,” Hwoarang cocks his head, breathless when he gazes upon his swollen hole. “Look so pretty, all bruised and fucked out like this, like you're too small for me.”
“Do you...” Jin cringes, head swirling, unable to think of anything that didn’t involve getting his rocks off. “Do you like how tight it is? My c-cunt...”
“Oh, I love how tight your tiny pussy is, cute and pretty just like you,” Hwoarang forgoes holding his neck to bend over and kiss along his hairline. “Huh? Aren't you pretty, pretty boy?”
“I try to be, I want to be...” Jin grabs for the sheets with his free hand, spine assaulted by sharp tingles and jolts. “I want to do what I can for you...”
“You do, baby, you do,” Hwoarang smirks against his skin. “Such a good, pretty slut, letting me beat this cunt up for free like this...”
“Y-Yesss...” Jin is jostled roughly into the bed, mouth agape and drooling. “Use me, hurt me, fuck me like a whore...”
Hwoarang's cock slides in and out of him so easily now, free of pain, replaced solely by gut-churning pleasure. Hwoarang notices this, how easy it is to fuck his friend's tight asshole, and moves faster, balls spanking Jin’s loins pink. Jin howls, damn near jumps off the bed at that, at the way his prostate is assaulted by Hwoarang's rough fuck, and tries humping the bed again, desperate for relief. He hears Hwoarang curse at him, feels him spank his ass again for acting so slutty, before taking a hard bite from him that sends him into another world.
Jin cries again, this time from mind-numbing, incessant pleasure, and makes a mess of himself, the way Hwoarang wanted him to.
“Fuck...! Oh fuck...!” Jin whines, overstimulated beyond what he was used to. Hwoarang's name falls off of his lips like a mantra, interrupted by hiccups and sniffles brought on by new tears. Hwoarang is quick to wipe them over Jin’s cheek, wetting them, clearly turned on by what he's made of him.
“Did you like that, Kazama? Coming from your asshole?” Hwoarang holds him tight, letting go of Jin’s arm so he could fuck him in a headlock. “God, you look so fucking hot taking my cock in your stud cunt...”
Jin is gasping and panting out something, incoherent babbles of Hwoarang's name and his own pleasures that earn him more love bites and nips along his neck and jawline. His hips meanwhile clap his backside, force of his body rocking his weeping, softening cock against the sheets, until it finally happens.
Hwoarang stills, locking up against Jin’s ass when he fills him with piping hot, thick white seed, muttering sharp, vulgar words in Korean Jin recognizes but can't put a meaning to.
After a few weak pumps of his length, Hwoarang withdraws from him, slick and jism coming with him, leaving Jin empty, loose, and terribly sore.
“Holy shit...” Hwoarang lets go of Jin’s head to lay on him. “Holy fucking shit, I can't move my legs...”
“Ditto...” Jin squirms under the dead weight on his back, but doesn't complain.
“You okay?” He looks at his face again, at the tears that stain his skin. “Didn't hurt too bad?”
“No,” Jin shakes his head, feeling satisfied. “I liked it a lot. I'm probably going to regret it in the morning, but it was worth it.”
“Good,” He feels Hwoarang nod. “Cuz I like it rough, too.”
“I gathered.” Jin then raises a brow. “You weren't holding back were you?”
“Ehh... Maybe a little. I didn't want to tear you apart or anything.”
“That'll be the last time you hold back then...” He wills down his excitement, too exhausted for another round. “Next time this happens, you fuck me like a man.”
“Ha, should watch your mouth, guy,” Hwoarang swipes hair away from Jin’s neck. “I'd love to bite a hole into you, if you let me.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Shit, if I weren't so spent, I'd fuck your bitch ass till you bleed,” He finds the strength to sit up and crawl off of Jin. “But, I am hungrier than a motherfucker right now, christ...”
“Regretful now, are we?”
“Your fault for not getting it delivered, jackass.”
“Whatever...” Jin rolls his eyes and asks Hwoarang for his phone. “Night's still young, I can still put in an order.”
“Hurry up,” He smacks his ass, bouncing a cheek in his hand as he gives him his phone. “Or Imma eat something else instead.”
Jin shakes him off, a little exasperated at his behavior as per usual, but still feeling plenty happy with himself.
As Hwoarang boots his game back up, still naked as the day he was born, Jin places another order for their food, trying to ignore the come that spills from his hole.
