TEKKEN x LOVE AND DEEPSPACE (Predator cards)
Steve fox | Hwoarang | Jin Kazama
Finally I finished this one TT YEEEEEEET
The more I look at Sylus predator card refs, the more I regret that i was too broke not be able pulling his cards and my luck on LADS was unbelievable ugly THE GAME HATE ME, FOINE TT
I miss drawing Tekken, it was great to come back here again.
Also, nice to meet new ppl TT I'm Haine and hopefully would be able to draw them more often soon TT
(I didn't forgot Jin's tatts I swear AISHHH)
Hwoarang: Sometimes. If I didn't walk you to the hotel every night you would probaly be scammed.
Steve: I wouldn't worry. I can handle myself.
Hwoarang: The amount of times you almost gave a store clerk or waiter the wrong amount of money is concerning. Espically twice someone tried to give you the wrong amount of change.
Hwoarang: If I wasn't there you would be broke.
Steve : Are you saying I shouldn't be without then?
- Hwoarang tries to convince Steve to go on a motorcycle ride with him, but Steve's never convinced...
- I think Hwoarang constantly calls Steve some variation of "my fox", cringely calling him "foxy" or he's cute like a fox, really out of character but I think he's allowed to be cute and cringey and not cocky all the time
- Steve hogs blankets and huddles up when he sleeps, Hwoarang sprawls out and kicks blankets off, it's perfect
- Hwoarang is a night owl, Steve is an early bird, but Steve tries to stay awake for Hwoarang, maybe they watch a movie, or play a game late - he fails most of the time and ends up leaning on him, half asleep or just entirely passed out
- Steve's showering? Now suddenly Hwoarang's stinky and in desperate need of a shower too, he's gotta be in there. Steve's doing something like laundry? Suddenly Hwoarang needs to cuddle IMMEDIATELY. Steve's gotta itch his nose while playing with Hwoarang's hair? No, he grabs his hand and moves it back down.
I hope these are good enough, I have specific thoughts but I kinda suck at writing them out 😭
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Tekken (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Fox/Hwoarang
Characters: Hwoarang (Tekken), Steve Fox
Additional Tags: Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Inspired by Fanart
Summary:
It finally strikes him that this could be all he’s ever wanted: to have Steve Fox right in the palm of his hand.
This was inspired by this beautiful fanart by @haine13 . Thank you so much, haine, for allowing me to write this fic and share your art. HwoaSteve nation (and Tekken fandom) is so lucky to have an artist like you <3
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.
