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xxxevilfilms · 5 days ago

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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.

Warnings: N/A

Kinks: Anal Sex/Fingering, Implied Dom/Sub Dynamics, Dirty Talk, Bottom!Devil Jin, Top!Hwoarang, Praise Kink, Knotting, Hand Jobs, Overstimulation

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.

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xxxevilfilms · 1 month ago

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Bicurious Twenty-Somethings | Chapter 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.

Kinks: Dirty Talk, Rimming, Anal Sex, Painful/Rough Sex, Creampie, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Crying

Hits From the Bong | Jin Kazama x Hwoarang

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.

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