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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – non!mc. you are a successful aerospace engineer, a girlboss, with terrible luck in romance. let's hope this strangers website brings you out of that rut! 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 – NSFW topics! swearing/foul language, strangers, slow burn, talks of depression/mental health, guilt tripping, manipulation, tba notes – not proofread. remember to read tags if you do have triggers. i try my best to update tags regarding each chapters, xo. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 5 of many ! previous chapter | next chapter

before we start. i started compiling a playlist for this story if you were interested lol. main song at the top, along with a bunch of music i listened to while writing this aka inspo LOL . music will be added as i go through the story. also THE TEXT MSGS ARE MAAAD RAUNCY BAYBEE LIKE GOOD GAWD.. U N CALEB ARE DOGGS... ;)

caleb gets up and leaves his phone on the couch. he grabs all the dishes and puts them in the sink. as he clangs around the kitchen she stirs from her sleep. she mumbles incoherencies as she fishes for her phone, her fingers gripping his. she turns it on and blinks at it.

“whispr notification” she mumbles out, as her eyes squint at it, still needing to readjust her peripherals. she types calebs password with ease and her eyes glue to the notification. she hovers just before clicking it and waiting for the message to arrive.

space baby: you’re okay. not mad, just sad. id like to meet you. ive been thinking about you more than i thought and i think id like to see you if youre okay with that

her stomach drops and she stares at the messages, reading up as much as she possibly can before her lip quivers into some sickened jealousy. who is space baby and why is he talking to her? his wink emoji is reserved for me. why is he flirting with this woman he doesn’t know? a fire in her eyes ignite as she pathetically scrolls through the conversation, each talk lodging a jealous knife into her chest.

as she goes through, shes hit with a chestful of pain. her lips tremble, is it from jealousy? from the fact her best friend couldn’t text her how he was feeling, and hes reaching out to someone else? as her feelings arise to the surface, caleb finishes cleaning the dishes, and rubs his neck, and walking over to the other side of the hallway. he rummages through the hallway closet, grabbing a towel, “hey pipsqueak, can i shower?” he calls out to her, and she gives him a loud ‘mhm’ before returning to sneak through the phone texts.

space baby: so we can ask anything we want since we’re two randoms right? captain apple: yep! no judgement here. space baby: favorite sex position? captain apple: hmm, i think it’d be cowgirl. i like when the woman is in control, missionary too– honestly as long as i can watch your face kind of thing. you get what i mean? space baby: no yeah i literally have the same mindset, i have a thing with power. dunno why. captain apple: ive got a thing for power too.

she scowls, as this was unbearable to her. seeing this person speaking to caleb in such a dirty way, made her skin stand, her blood boil, her body temperature drop.

captain apple: this is really weird, but do you use toys on yourself? i’m a guy obviously, but what do you think of men using toys? space baby: i have toys, but i don’t use them as frequent as i want. and yeah honestly, i don’t care if men use toys. kinda cute actually. captain apple: cute? haha , space baby your vocab is limited. space baby: hey! it is! wtf lol

she wanted to vomit. caleb was so lewd-- so shameless, and with a random woman no less. this fucked with her as she continues, ignoring her senses

captain apple: do you believe in love? space baby: no i don’t. do you? captain apple: i do. maybe i can change your mind ;) space baby: you are…. so…so corny.. oh my god captain apple: but you didn’t say no! space baby: fuck ok yes lol. can’t say no to you, you charming man. captain apple: well, maybe one day i can see your flushed face. space baby: you can maybe see more than that. captain apple: look who’s corny now! space baby: was it really? captain apple: no… that was.. space baby: ;)

that was enough for her. she throws the phone, and it shuffles onto the edge of the couch. she sits up from her seat, her chin on her knees. she contemplated, biting her bottom lip in debate as she waited for caleb to return.

as he comes out of the shower he has a towel around his waist, and another towel in his hand rubbing his hair dry. he walks towards the living room where his friend sits balled up, and he goes to touch her head. she scrambles, pulling herself away from caleb.

“what’s the matter pips-” – “who is she?” her voice was low, almost trembling– not with fear, but laced with malice, “why are you texting her so much?” she reaches for his phone, dangling it in the air in front of him. caleb’s mouth goes dry, his face flash with guilt that he couldn’t hide fast enough, “it’s not– she’s just some random stranger that i met from the app. that’s all pips.” he attempts, but she shakes her head, “no- not from the conversations that i saw!” caleb stops in his track, a serious invasion of privacy. he tenses, but his demeanor doesn’t change, “what did you see, pipsqueak?”

she shakes her head again, turning his phone on, “i saw enough! caleb… i thought we were closer… i thought i’d be your #1.. it seems like someone else has your heart now….” she turns away her hurt evident from the things she had read. caleb was dumbfounded, lost, confused. he had never seen her act so possessive of him, and he couldn’t understand why. whether she did this on purpose made his heart beat harder than he thought it could.

“i’m sorry pipsqueak i-” caleb goes to defend himself, only to be cut off again by his pipsqueak, “you said we tell each other everything, you said we didn’t keep things!” – “i wasn’t hiding it..” he really wasn't. the man hadn't seen her in months.

“then why does this feel like betrayal?!” her eyes were glossed, but not from the tears. there was something wild behind them– hurt laced with protectiveness? “unadd her. block her, right now, caleb.” she huffs, holding the phone like it burned her, becking him to take it and oblige her.

caleb looks at her stunned, heart pounding for reasons he wasn’t ready to say, “you don’t get to decide that.” he states dryly, eyes staring to darken as his hands move up to snatch the phone from her hands, “i do when it’s you.” she murmurs, looking off to the side, “because you’re mine , you’ve always been mine.”

the silence that followed was suffocating— filled with everything he wanted to say and everything he could bring himself to. and somewhere between the space of loyalty and something messier— or rawer, caleb realizes they may be standing on the edge of a line they may not be able to recross one done so.

he looks down at her piercing gaze, then back to his phone. he turns it on, putting his password in, and clicking whispr. he looks at it and begins to type, “caleb.” she pleads. his face snap to hers, and he could see how hurt she looked. at that moment he was faced with a choice.

he hits backspace and clicks on the three dots above space baby’s name,

“unmatch and unadd?” click.

he slides next to her, and wraps his arm around her as she sobbed quietly. a mix of regret and pain in his eyes. pain that he felt that he had to make such a consequential choice. regret of the unknown. perhaps he lied to himself more than he wanted to? now he will never know who she was, and that was going to sting for a little bit

“im sorry… i didn’t know that was hurtful to you.. ill never do that again.” he brushes her hair as he leans his body towards her.

days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. your maverick stunt was a side quest and your main one was getting neglected big time. skyhavens hangar hums quietly— save for the random bursts of the jet engines hydraulics or your footsteps. you move through active schematics, and glowing consoles, your sleeves rolled up, and your hair tied back. it’s been hours—- no days, since you’ve left the hangar. a cold cup of coffee and an inhaler of some sorts occupy your desk.

you adjust the thrust vectoring array on the new farspace fleet prototype. sleek, nimble, build for tunnel speed reactivity. your fingers move quickly and clinically, for distraction purposes.

there was a small hum from the console as a tech officer patches in while you were mid work, “you’re still here?” you respond without looking up, “this is where i work, and live apparently.”

there was only a brief silence before the tech talks again, “you’ve run the thermal dispersal model 6 times now.” and without missing a beat, as if you were waiting for him to say something, “well it’s still not good enough. the tunnels don’t forgive errors.”

once again you’re met by silence, assuming the tech unlinked the call, you sigh, before looking up at the model that returned your reflection, “at least you don’t vanish without a word.”

caleb had a time after blocking space baby. he continued his regularly scheduled vacation to see her, and they spent more time texting. with her trying to text in the way space baby did, he felt appalled and quite honestly, icky. he didn’t have that weird connection that he did with her than he did with space baby, so with her trying to replace space baby it made him feel conflicted. on one hand it made him feel dejected, this kind of conversation is odd to have with someone he knew and no less, was attached to the hip. but on the other hand it makes him feel comfortable, and more domestic.

he hadn’t seen you lately either. he’d ask about you and he’d hear multiple things in passing

“probably busy with the new orders she got”

“she went to another country for work”

“they said she’s not in the building right now..”

“she’s off and no i won’t disclose her whereabouts” caleb’d even gone to majors himself

when you were the topic there were excuses, and he hates to admit but a part of him started to get even more sad. shifting three different attention into one person made life boring for him. you were suddenly so busy, and space baby no longer existed to him. he even tried to talk to whispr tech support about getting data and rematching and they’d give him the same answer.

he tried to find space baby again on whispr but by the end of the 2 weeks long process, he’s given up. space baby just didn’t exist in the system anymore and he had to come to terms with that. he relished it while it was fleeting. he enjoyed the life space baby gave the conversation, and sometimes took the reins. she didn’t do either. she was monotone, and would avert the conversation to her own accord. as much as he enjoyed getting that attention from her once more that he so much wanted weeks ago, he simply understood that life moves on, and part of moving one was meeting new people, or maybe it was to let things die down, and see where life took him.

you were okay for the most part. if you were lying to yourself of course. this whole situation made you feel even more iced out. your barrier got higher, and you worked and worked. you went out with your friends from time to time, but they definitely noticed the difference with you now. it was temporary though– you’d promise. however, you were just really bad with timing as usual. when you were going to take some time off the DAA called you into the office to have you start a highly classified program and you would work with multitudes of people from other departments. you’d be working with the DAA officially from here on out— or until you finished your project. so much for your planned vacation to another country.

you finally finished, everything was going according to plan. you just had to finish the panel with the officials before you could take a temporary break. they knew they were straining you dry for having a one woman army tackle this, but there was nobody capable but you.

the room was stark and high tech, built for strategy and scrutiny. the prototype 3d model— sleek and formidable, rotators above the center table, and around the prototype a half circle of farspace fleet officials, commanders, engineers, and senior pilots sit stone faced and attentive.

you stand in front of the projector, a tablet in hand, and your shoulders squared. as they finish their conversations they turn to you, eyes locking with yours. you give them a half smile as you start your presentation.

“good morning, I will be presenting the TG-X— the next generation tunnel rated aircraft designed for deep environment response“ and maneuverability, extended endurance in high-pressure zones, and rapid escape from collapse vectors.”

you gesture and the ships hologram peels apart, revealing it’s system in layers, engines, shielding, navigation grid, etc. you clear your throat as the men and women look into each layers meticulously, “the TG-X runs on a twin-core propulsion system with independent stabilizer logic. that allows real time response with deepspace turbulence– down to .5 second input delay- give or take.”

a fleet commander raises his fingers, his gruff voice ringing through the air, “twin-core setups overheat. you are risking a meltdown during boost.” your eyes dart to him, “not with our thermal regulators. each core is cooled by a fluid compression loop embedded in the outer hull struts– testing shows how heat dispersion exceeds prior models by 20-30 percent.” you flick your tablet, and the projection changes to a simulation. the TG-X navigating a collapsing tunnel scenario. field littered with debris, volatile currents, wanderers around. the ship dips, rolls, and escapes- cleanly.

the room is silent, the fleets people look amongst each other, clearly intrigued. the senior pilot leans in, her fingers trailing the wings, “and the wing design.. looks a little too light for heavy evasive thrusts, no?” you tilt your head, clicking on the wing, and it opens the list of things it was comprised of, “flexible carbon titanium weave. reinforced at pivot points. it’s light because it has to be. if you’re using brute force in the tunnels well… you’re already dead.”

that hangs in the air. a few of the officers glance at each other, before another one piped up, “you built this for survivability?” – “i build this so the people who fly it might actually come back.” it’s quiet once again. it settles like a weighted blanket. you stare off into the row of power, till you look back down on your tablet, the commander grunts, as if in a approving way, “we will authorize a full field evaluation. please prepare your men for the next proceeding.”

you nod curtly, and they slowly file out of the room, until it was just you and your creation. you don’t tremble. your hands don’t shake, even when they lower the lights and shut down the hologram. you stand, surrounded by silence and tech. no applause, and no words. your design held up to the most powerful military government in the world, and they listened. this was your power.

it was a cold evening, but you were even colder as you stood there, tight lipped, while your engineers yelled amongst each other. you tap your fingers on the table, as you look around the area of effect. whiteboard full of scribbles, schematics scattered everywhere, parts on the table, and the prototype sits pretty in the middle of everything. it was kinda relaxing, if hell relaxed you.

definitely beats watching reruns and being sad over a stupid captain apple.

your thoughts are pried from you as one of the engineers slam their tablet down, “we can’t just run a single coolant loop through the avionics bay! if that line fails we lose guidance control and telemetry! do you not understand how difficult that’s going to be to deal with?”

“we have a back up-”

“no we have a band aid. its redundant, and not to mention, wishful thinking!” in the corner like a wrestler another engineer raises his hand, “what if we triple the coolant lines. you wanna make it so dense back there no one can service it without disassembling the whole panel?” finally you chuckle against their bickering, “if someone says serviceability i’ll kill everyone in here. this is a spacecraft, not a family sedan.”

they all halt their bickering, as you continue, “you’re all right. avionics goes down– we lose everything. cant overload the architecture of the ‘craft. we need an active failover loop. independent routing, isolated power, isolated control logic.”

you see them slump their shoulders in relief as they slink back into their seats, before you continue again, you start to point your fingers as you spoke to them, “you two rework the trunk layout and confirm thermal thresholds. you– build me a sim with both loop failures and see how long we can survive. and i- will be on redundancy logic. we need that switchover to be instant. autonomous.” everybody grumbles, before nodding and dispersing for the night.

they leave and you sit down, your finger rubbing circles on your temple. you were tired out of your mind. you couldn’t sleep though, you had damn near 4 cups of coffee and you were wired out of your mind.

you grabbed your jacket as you closed the area down for the day. your heels click clack against the tarmac, and as you round the corner you spot a shadow a ways away, near a jet. your brows raise, as it was turning night, and no pilots that you knew of were supposed to be out doing night routines.

you walk towards the shadow. you walking towards the shadow with absolutely no experience with combat, or a gun, you think to yourself, if this was a bad guy you were done for. but at the same time you were a mean track star back in college, so maybe you could outrun this figure.

as you think of your possible early death you hear a donk, and followed by a “fuck!” and it snaps you out. it sounded like caleb. “pilot! what the hell are you doing out here this late?” you yell through the howling wind.

calebs body moves to the sound of your voice, and he drops his wrench. “oh shit– sorry. thought everybody was gone already.” your brows raise as he sits on the metal box, fiddling with the undercarriage. you sit down on the free metallic box and observe him. “i just got out of my meeting. you know there are workers for that right?” caleb chuckles as he moves out from the undercarriage, his smile accompanied with a grease line on his jaw. “its nice to be able to know how your companion works. i prefer to do things hands on.” he grabs the towel and rubs the grease off his face and arms, before tilting his head at you, “you know, i haven’t seen you in a while. how’ve you been?”

“i’ve been better. exhausted honestly.” you put your hand in your face, groaning, “but i can’t sleep. 4th cup of coffee, and i think i have meetings back to back tomorrow, so i have to plan for that.” caleb nods sitting across from you. he grabs his squeeze bottle, taking a quick drink before he looks at you again, “you’re good with her. your plane.” he gives you a sheepish grin, before nodding, “i try to be.”

“you’re not bad with people either.” you state, and his eyes linger on yours for a second longer, lips curving a bit. “i’ve got a good one in front of me right now. kind of hard to mess that up.” the words hang there, soft and honest. for a second your tired pacing mind stills. no simulations, no systems failing, no heat signatures or safety thresholds… just– him. caleb.

and it feels nice.

“do you want to take a nap with me?” your eyes widen, what does that mean? “huh?” you reply dumbfoundedly, and he chuckles, “i mean i woke up from a nap, so i won’t be going to bed anytime soon. if you wanted i could wake you up so you could make it to your meeting on time?”

you couldn’t help but feel warm from that statement. that was just– lovely. you’d be a fool to say– “no.” you mumbled softly, and caleb laughs awkwardly, “well, i figured i’d offer you.” you rise from the metallic box, and place your hand on his shoulder, “i appreciate your offer, caleb. but i think i’ll manage.” you go to ruffle his hair, and he grips your wrist gently. the two of you stare into each others eyes briefly before you let go so abruptly. you clear your throat, nodding at him, “good night caleb.”

“good night” he says quietly as he watched you walk off into the building.

a couple weeks go by, your run ins with caleb became more prevalent. you’d be walking around the corner and crash into him. you’d see him walk into the lounge with his friends and they’d take turns ogling you like a piece of meat. you were fine with it, carnal desire was human. but the moment catcalling started hands would be thrown. but they knew better than that. they’d definitely get court martialed for less.

he would try to get you involved in the stupid escapades the pilots and cadets were doing, only for it to fail miserably as you glare daggers and walked off, but he’d always catch that smile on your face as you rounded the corner. so to him it was worth the trouble.

you’d lock eyes with him as he got ready for flight, the hands on shoulders become more frequent, and your relationship with him gradually rises. the lingering stare became more of a thing when he’d pick up your food for you when you ordered something. he knew where your office was, and he’d make the trek across the runways just to bring it to you if needed. you'd stare at him, maybe share a meal if he had time. talk about your shared interest. shared interested that you may have already known from whispr.

you were a bit intrigued with his sudden pamper to you. you thought it would be because of the moment you two shared the other night, but you also figured that caleb was just a kind guy. a kind guy that was interested in you. not that you were against that– you were clearly interested in him as well.

knock knock

“come in” you say monotonously through the tempered glass. your eyes move to see who had come in, and it was caleb. he had a cup of coffee from the shop you had talked about, and your face turned to glee.

“i got you a brown shaken espresso. it’s new.” you thanked him and grabbed the cup, the hot content warming your cold fingers. oh yes, the richest government property in the country and their AC/heater was fucked.

“thank you so much. how much do i owe you?” he shakes his head as he sits across your desk, “its nothing. honestly.” caleb chuckled, and you stare at him as your computer popped up an email. you read it as it comes in. it simply read;

“maverick is captain calebs. love dad.” you state to caleb. his eyes widen as he smiles in glee, “oh really? you sure you didn’t mess with the results?” you chuckle, shaking your head as you sipped the drink, “course not. but im not surprised. you performed exceptionally well compared to others. you blew them out of the water.” you chuckle at him as the two of you converse about what the next plan of topic was for the maverick. they would be swapping his current plane with the maverick, and they’d have his name on the side and everything.

“caleb, what are you doing for the holidays?”

he stills, and for a moment he looked like he was thinking. he did promise he was going to see his pipsqueak, but ever since the events that had happened when he last went, he was a bit drawn back. but he also promised her, and he’s never broke a promise to her.

“i’m probably going to go see pipsqueak..” – “is that like your pet?” – “n-no that’s my best friend in linkon..”-- “your best friends name is pipsqueak? like the radio nav?” he looked flustered, “y-yeah.. that..but no-- thats not her actual name”

“well that’s cute.” you lie, your deadpan voice giving it away, he chuckles lowly, and puts his cup down, “what about you? anyone special you’re spending time with during the holidays?” you place your palm on your jaw, and lean your elbow into the desk, a smirk flashing in your eyes, “oh, are you offering?” his face tints pink– and his ears! you giggle as you saw his face redden, and as embarrassing as it was for him, caleb felt at home. you were so warm, and your laugh was music to his ears. he feels as if he was falling, in a good way.

“i could be..”

“well, i’ll hold you to that.. though, holidays aren’t in like another couple weeks.. but i do love to reserve ahead of time. you’ve got yourself a deal mr caleb.” you wink, and he smiles, before the intercom calls for ‘captain caleb to hangar 23’. he excuses himself as you nod at him, going back to your work.

friday- he’s out with his friends, bar hopping, except he was designated driver. they were let go early due to the fleet having to come in and conduct their meeting. the fewer eyes the better for them as they say. so now his group of friends and him were currently at another bar to celebrate the early off into the weekend.

he comes outside of the bar, taking a deep deep breath and closing his eyes. a semblance of peace was all he needed before he went crazy in there. he leans into the brick wall, steadying his breath as he continued to relax.

the neon sign hums, ‘OPEN’ with the E flickering here and there. music and muffled laughter spilling out everytime the door swings open. it was a pilot’s hangout– gritty and loud. the kind of place people go to forget the pressure of space and hardness of work.

“-- well well, you look exhausted, captain.” his eyes snapshot open, catching your eyes. he straightens a little, turning his body to meet yours. “oh! you caught me off duty. don’t tell command…” he murmurs, and you laugh gently, shaking your head, “relax, i’m not a snitch. i also don’t care what DAA’s finest does on their off time. it’s been a tiring couple months for everybody.”

a short silence settles between you two. not awkward, but not easy. he watched you stare at him, as he takes your outfit in. you wore it simple today. rings, earrings, v cut short sleeve, with high waisted pants, and white sneakers. when he noticed his prolonged stare he breaks contact, shifting his gaze through the window to watch his friends holler into a mic. he turns back to you, his eyes twinkling as it clashed with the neon colors, “what’re you doing here such a dingy area?” you join him, leaning on the brick wall yourself, and you shrug, “i love the bar food here. you?” – “i’m the guys designated driver for the night. not a big alcohol guy.”

your eyes move to look at him, your impending curiosity beating harder. you wanted to know so bad. “responsible. how sweet. what do you do to relax and give yourself time?” you smiled at him, as the two of you watch the cars drive by. caleb hums a small chuckle, “well, i like watching planes take off.. i used to do it a lot when i was younger– with my best friend. i also read a lot of books on my free time. i’m a fan of dinosaurs and jurassic park, if you’ve heard?”

you shake your head, “no i definitely have not, but it sounds cool. are you doing anything this weekend?” you go to reach your phone, and caleb shakes his head, “nope. how did your date with gideon go? he didn’t want to tell me.”

you freeze up, and purse your lips, looking off to the side, looking a bit guilty. “i couldn’t do it. my mind was just preoccupied, and i don’t really date.” you lie, as you bump phones with caleb. he just gives you a nod and a ‘ah’ before you smile up at him again, “i apologize, but i’ve gotta get going. i bought pizza for tonight, and it’s ready for me. i hope to hear from you soon?” you tilt your head at him as you start for the door. caleb could only give you a nod.

you are home. tired, damn near defeated, but home. you place your pizza in the oven and set it to warm as you head to your room to change into something comfortable. you throw on your robe and your satin loungewear. you got a couple of drinks on the way home after your run in with caleb, and decided to settle down and catch up on island love.

the pizza was sweltering, cheese ready to stretch as you pull a piece apart. it was like a cartoon pizza. it made your mouth water as you got yourself ready to pull an all nighter.

not 1 hour in you get a call. it was from caleb. you fumble your phone and hit answer as you lower the volume of the tv show, “hello?” he goes first, and you clear your throat, smiling through your words, “didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, caleb.” you could hear his laugh, his tone low and warm, “i just wanted to check and make sure you made it home..” it was a lie, and you both knew it, “you know… your delivery sucks…” you chuckle, and he does too after a second, “hm you know i’m kinda working on it.”

there was a brief silence, before you ask the obvious, “why are you calling me this late?” another silence, followed by , “just dropped everybody off, and wanted to talk to you.” your heart skips a beat, and you swallow hard, fighting the smile creeping on your face, “hey caleb, do you want to come over? if you’re not tired. do you like chinese food?”

“i’d be happy to. text me your address, and yes i do.”

“great. i’ll have majors pick you up.”

caleb was lost for words. he was in the back of a sleek and kept car. assuming yours, with majors driving and on calebs lap, was a bag of chinese food that majors had picked up on his way to pick caleb up. you certainly had a lifestyle he was not known to.

as majors gets out, he opens the door for caleb. he gets out, and he is met with a skyscraper in front of him. it was so very obvious you would have to have some sort of money to live in a place like this. he swore the foyer had real diamonds in there as he ogled.

majors leads him to the elevator and they both get in. the silence kills them, as they stand apart, staring at the metallic door.

ding! majors steps out first and followed by caleb.

“be careful with her.” caleb looks to majors, who was just walking ahead, not a beat missed, “it’ll take a while for you to get used to her ways, but she’s a good woman.” he states, as he knocks on your apartment door. the sound of your shuffles break the quietness that meditated in the hallway, and shortly after your door opens.

majors nods to you before heading out of sight, and you stand here with caleb. your face breaks out into a smile, and you step aside, urging him to come in. caleb comes in, staring in awe at how breathtaking your apartment was. there were faux models of black and white planes suspended on the sides, about the size of his forearms. he looked at the photos of what looked like was your father on maverick when he was still piloting it, grinning under his helmet. another wall was filled with your degrees, framed like trophies, centered around a photo of your graduation. you were certainly distinguished. he even looks at your dinner table– a blueprint heaven. tools, notebooks, a half-dissected engine schematic. you never stop working, it seems. “you ever turn your brain off?” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear, and he hears your sweet chuckle float over his shoulder before you indulge him, “if i did that then i’d have no money, and you wouldn't have mav.”

on a nearby bookshelf, caleb spots a faded photo in a silver frame. a much younger version of you is perched on your dad’s shoulder, both of you wearing matching aviator sunglasses. theres grease on his flight suit, and juice stains on your overalls. he chuckled, his heart warming at the sight of. he can really tell your love for planes. hell, it might even be more than his.

he snaps out of his trance as he joins you on the couch. he looks down at the coffee table, a cute little metallic version of maverick on the middle, along with some magazines and a candle. he watches as you clear it out to the side and pat the table.

“hey. here’s the take out you wanted.” he says as he places the takeout in front of you both. “i didn’t know what you wanted, so i ordered some other stuff.” you say, as you take everything out of the bag, placing them on the coffee table. he stares at you as you take everything out, before turning his attention to the tv in front of you both. “what are we watching?” he chuckles, as you take your place next to him.

“island love. it’s juicy, it provides me drama in my life that i do not have.” you say pridefully, as you explain the premise of the show to caleb. he looked so into it, asking you questions as you restart the season just for him. he comments on the show just as much as you do, and this made your heart flutter, and the butterflies in your stomach come alive.

“you’re not gonna eat that last dumpling are you?” caleb asks with a sly grin. your brows raise, “was gonna save it…” he leans over, splitting the dumpling in half with his chopstick, and drops a piece into your container. he smirks at you, “compromise” he says as he chews on his half.

there’s a lull. the screen flickers. the two of you are quiet but not uncomfortable. he leans back a little, finishing his drink, and you catch yourself watching him. he looks good here. settled. natural. too natural, maybe. you shake the thought, tucking your feet beneath you. ugh god he’s fine.

you two talk—about work, about families, about stupid stuff. it’s easy, and warm, and you realize somewhere between the second dumpling and your explanation of why jamie should’ve never picked chloe that you don’t want this night to end.

“so hey, question.” you grab the remote and turn the volume down as you look at caleb. he looks at you, grabbing his drink, “gideon told me you use whispr? he told me about your silly challenge.” you laugh briskly, and he nods, joining in, “did he tell you that i had to take them out for dinner?” he chuckles again, placing his drink on the table. your eyes never leave his, as you open your mouth to speak:

“ captain apple, was it?”

his eyes widen.

it takes him back to the time where he got busted by grandma. he was trying to sneak some food up the stairs, and was strictly forbidden to take food in his room. so when he got busted he looked like a deer in headlights.

the tension between you and caleb shifts, subtle but unmistakable. you tilt your head, repeating your words to him. his eyes finally lock with yours, his awkward smile catching the gleam of the tv, “did he… uh tell you my silly nickname on there?”

ah, he was playing stupid. you shake your head at him, “ha, for sure. i used it a little bit as well.. lets see.. what was my name on there” you fake ponder, before you continue to mess with him, "space baby i think?" he just stares at you, “oh..” he breathes.

you always wanted to know who was that charmer in those messages that kept you late at night. the man who was always making you laugh and the one who indulged you. knowing it was caleb made your heart a little happier, but you still wanted to know why the fuck?

“i can explain…” he starts and you just nod,

“go ahead because we have all night— weekend even.”

his gaze flicker at you, then his hand, “it’s not what you think… i… when i went to go visit her, my childhood friend? the one i was telling you about that one day., she saw the text messages.” your cheeks flush, those were certainly some raunchy messages. you wondered which one, and a part of you wanted to laugh at her, but you nod at him, “she didn’t like… that i was getting too close to you. she suddenly got- possessive? i’ve never seen the side of her.” he mutters under his breath and you breathe a sigh through your nostril. 'sounds like somebody had a crush they didn't want to come to terms with', you think as you allow him to continue,

“she thought… well, that we were getting too close.. that i was getting…. involved..” caleb shifts uncomfortably, his hands clenching into a fist but quickly releasing, “so to appease her i unadded you.”

the words sting more than you expected, even though you weren’t really expecting much, it still sucked to hear. unadded. like you were just someone to be removed. the weight of it presses down on you, though you try to smile through it— albeit a little bittersweet.

“so you let your best friend dictate who you can and can’t talk to?” you try to keep the humor in your voice but it comes off a bit cutting to him. that most definitely wasn’t your type of man. having this discussion was cutting it close for you as it is “it’s not like that…” his voice softens with an edge of guilt to it, “i didn’t want to but… it got complicated..”

your heart flutters out of your chest, and your brows scrunch towards each other, “caleb, complicated was me rerunning tests 6 times in a row with random ass results. i don’t want to be rude but it just sounds like you have no backbone for this girl.” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. he feared that you were right. you were speaking truth to existence and he couldn’t do a damn thing. if anything he enjoyed the truthfulness from you. “im going to state the obvious. we were flirting back and fourth, like a lot. what are we supposed to do with this new found information?”

caleb looks up at you as he ponders himself, “to be honest. i was a bit more bold in the text messages because… i thought we’d never meet..” you chuckle at him, cheeks tinted in pink, “me too.” but you snap out of it. now was not the time to fall for his sexiness! OR do, either way works.

“im going to level with you. im not much for the three way couple stuff… so if you and i are gonna take whispr out of the internet then… you know.” you wag your finger at him, a playful but curious smile on your face now. caleb laughs, calming down, “yeah i… i know..” you were not going to deal with this little girl who was his best friend, and you were going to make that very and painfully clear if you had to, and from how much caleb figured, you weren’t going to play about him. it made his heart flutter, amongst other things. you looked sexy when you were possessive.

“so, what do you want to do?” you ask after a minute of silence, caleb leans into his arm staring down at you, and you steel your nerves. those lips were calling your name, “let me ask you a better question. are you interested in me?” he smirks into the question, seeing you unravel in real time. “uhm… yes obviously.” you look away from him, your face turning red. caleb takes his opportunity to chuckle, his fingers hooking your chin and forcing you to stare at him. he leans down to get a better look at you. your eyes were locked on his as he continued, “then… we’ll carry off where we were in whispr, yeah?”

you were just at a loss of words.

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Bicurious Twenty-Somethings | Chapter 5

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: Anal Sex, Creampie, Porn Watching, Anal Fisting

Chronic Break | Jin Kazama x Hwoarang, Jin Kazama x Steve Fox

Summary: Hwoarang thinks Jin should make more friends; Jin becomes very friendly with a certain boxer who comes to Japan for a few title matches.

A/N: Two bottoms talk about being fucked in the ass while watching porn, wtf do you want from me

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Jin is getting his cock sucked by Hwoarang when he hears Hwoarang's phone ring. Jin ignores it and lets him answer it, used to his friend returning texts and answering phone calls whenever they’re intimate. So Jin just sits there and lets Hwoarang manipulate him with his throat as he quickly taps his fingers on his phone.

“Fuck,” Jin grunts, in love with how easily he made his cock disappear. “Fuck, Hwoarang, how are you able to do that...?”

Hwoarang hums around him, a muffled “hold on” that sends vibrations through his shaft. Jin lays against his bed, breathless, and lets him do his thing, enjoying the way his throat undulates and pulses around him.

“Mmm...” Jin's cock is eventually freed, reappearing from the depths of Hwoarang’s mouth thickly coated in dripping spit. He then tosses his phone somewhere on the bed before giving the tip of his prick a kiss.

“My bad,” Hwoarang licks around the tip. “Had to send a quick text.”

“Who was it...?” Jin asks. “Your master?”

“Nah, if it were him, he'd have called. It's just a friend.” He jerks him off. “I think you know him. He's pretty famous... Well, he thinks he is anyway.”

“If he's famous, I might know him. What's his name?”

“Steve Fox ring a bell?”

“Ah,” Jin cocks his head, recalling the face. “Yeah. Yeah, I remember him. He was at a few Iron Fist tournaments.”

As well as some classified files he found at the Zaibatsu, but Jin keeps that detail to himself.

“Yup, that’s the one.” Hwoarang props his chin in his free hand. “He's got a couple of title matches, so he's in Japan for a few weeks.”

“That's exciting. Are you two going to meet up?”

“Yeah, he's gonna be here this weekend.” Hwoarang looks up at him. “Wanna tag along?”

“I wouldn't want to cramp your style,” Jin waves him off, polite. “Enjoy your time with him.”

“Eh? You don't wanna come?”

“I mean, I could if you really want me to...” Jin looks the other way. “I don't know if I'd have much to say.”

“What, you shy?” Hwoarang sniggers a little. “Hmph, that's cute. You can start a whole world war but God forbid you look a guy in the eye for more than five seconds...”

“It's not like that.”

“Beyond me and that little brat, who the hell else do you hang out with, huh?”

“Hmm...” Jin thinks about it. “X-Xiaoyu?”

“Shit, really?” He cocks his head. “Gonna dangle that carrot over her head like that?”

“Oh stop, she's not that kind of person.”

“I dunno, man,” Hwoarang licks him again. “Had enough bitches in my life to know that “being friends” doesn't really work after a break-up.”

“Did you actually have a girlfriend long enough to even call it a relationship?”

“Have you?”

“It wasn’t long, but at least I cared about her,” Jin bit back. “Still do...”

“No wonder she's so cool with you...” Hwoarang looks the other way. “Don't mean to be nasty or anything, but she's kinda a doormat.”

“H-Hwoarang!”

“I'm just saying!”

“I swear, you don't know when to shut up at all...”

“It's called being honest,” Hwoarang forgoes playing with Jin’s cock to talk to him properly. “Alright, fine. Besides me, your cousin, and your...situation, you're a total shut-in.”

“...And there's something wrong with that?”

“Uh, yeah?” He crosses his arms. “You need more friends, it'll do you some good.”

“I'm not exactly a people person...”

“Well, I need someone with me whenever I go partying. Seriously, do you know how awkward you are? Do you? You act so smart, but it's like all your brains when to your cock or some shit-- ”

Jin tunes Hwoarang out by laying back on the bed, closing his eyes. He never liked talking to people who didn't matter to him, had to force himself to get used to the idea when he led the Zaibatsu, but that was just business. He can never go out of his way to make actual friends lest he embarrass himself or lose interest in the person he's interacting with. Were it not for his devil gene and war criminal status, Jin considered himself a boring person; he doesn’t have nearly as much character and charisma as Hwoarang does to get many friends...

It's beyond him why Hwoarang insists on having him meet this guy, but if it makes him happy (and most of all shut up) he might as well tag along.

Once Jin hears Hwoarang's motor mouth mention Xiaoyu again, Jin sits up to hold his hand over Hwoarang’s mouth, silencing him.

“ Urusai , you made your point.” He grimaces. “I'll go with you, alright? Now will you shut your trap and go back to what you were doing, please?”

Hwoarang shakes Jin's hand off, smug when he kneels between his legs.

“That's what I thought,” He licks a long stripe from his balls to his slit. “You're gonna have a good time, guy. Don't you trust me?”

“No,” Jin sighs. “I just tolerate you.”

That earns him a bite on the thigh, a small price to pay for having Hwoarang as a friend. After coming in his mouth and letting him fuck him in the ass, Jin mentally prepared for the weekend, annoyed that he let Hwoarang convince him to tag along.

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Steve agreed to meet them at a bar, some izakaya in Miyakojima, and Jin, at the behest of his good conscience, forced himself to be sociable. Hwoarang, already something of a social butterfly himself, was naturally friendly (if not a little obnoxious), and greeted Steve like it's the easiest thing in the world once they see him loitering outside the building.

Jin stood a good few inches behind Hwoarang when he watched him dap up Steve, not bothering to focus on the intricacies of their handshake once it became too complicated for him to follow. After exchanging friendly banter that Jin isn't too sure is appropriate to say aloud, Steve turns his attention to him as casually as can be.

“Man, I can't even remember the last time I saw you!” He pushes past Hwoarang to give Jin a formal handshake. “How's it goin’, mate? Not keyed up evil still, are you?”

“N-No, thankfully not,” Jin maintains a phlegmatic smile as he takes Steve's hand. “Pleasure meeting you though. I'm sorry that I couldn't see you personally when I was, uh...”

“Hey, no worries, bruv, water under the bridge.” Steve waves him off. “World ain't on fire anymore and that's all that matters. If ya really wanna make it up, you can pay for dinner.”

“E-Eh?” Jin looks at Hwoarang. “Am I footing the bill?”

“Relax, guy, he's just kidding. Git’s got enough scratch to buy out the whole joint if he wanted to.” Hwoarang rolls his eyes. “Isn't Gatorade sponsoring you now or something?”

“Red Bull, thank you very much,” He looks smug as he gives Jin a light punch in the shoulder. “I'm just bustin’ your balls though, mate! I bet paying for this piss ant's dinner got your credit in the negative, so don't worry about it.”

“I'm usually spotting dinner on most nights, yes.” Jin nods. “It takes a while for his tournaments to send him his checks is what he usually tells me.”

“Oh, he tells ya that, too, huh?”

“Yeah, cuz it's true.” Hwoarang pushes past both men to enter the restaurant. “I can leave you bitches to yap if ya want, I'm gonna go eat.”

“Can dish it out, but he can never take it,” Steve sighs and then motions for Jin to come with him. “C’mon then, best catch up with him before he makes an ass outta himself.”

Jin follows Steve inside, silent as he lets him talk into his ear about food and whatever else comes to mind for him. Once they join Hwoarang at a table he's sitting at, dinner goes about as well as Jin expects it could. While Steve and Hwoarang ordered plates of short ribs, yakitori, and other fatty foods Jin didn't care for, Jin ate a modest portion of chicken soba with a side of nikuman and oolong tea.

“Food here's not too bad,” Hwoarang said with a mouthful of charsiu. “Wouldn't expect a limey fuck like you to pick a place like this.”

“What, can’t be fancy?” Steve laughs, sipping at some beer. “Not like those yanks are gonna gimme a handout anyway.”

“Do they shake you down for money yet, or do you keep them too busy to give them the chance?”

“Pfft, I ain't a charity case. If they need money, they know exactly what to do.”

Jin listens to their banter, content with himself until he hears a mention of his name.

“Oi, you ain't finna eat anything else?” Steve points at his plate.

“Oh this is enough for me, thanks.”

“C'mon, mate; you don't get that hench eatin’ like a bird.”

“He makes up for all those lost calories, trust me.” Hwoarang adds on. “When we get toasted, dude eats like a fuckin’ machine.”

“You do reefer?”

“I didn't intend to be,” Jin explains. “He gave me some one night and then I got into the habit.”

“Well fuck me, I didn't know this gook got you on that stuff!” Steve chuckles as he pats Jin's back. “He ain't giving you grass clippings, yeah?”

“I wouldn't know,” Jin shrugs. “It hits me pretty fast though.”

“Fuck off, I got good shit.”

“I gotta take some time out to join you lot. Haven't had a good smoke in months, I don't think.”

“Sure you can handle it? Strains I got are pretty potent.”

“If I'm gonna be in the ring, need somethin’ to dull the pain, amirite?” Steve jostles Jin again, his smile infectious. “Just tell me when and I'll come runnin’!”

After dinner was over, Steve paid for the bill and left the bar with Jin and Hwoarang. Jin watched them hassle each other, quiet like usual, but happy that he had the chance to meet Steve. He's a lot like Hwoarang in a way, except more charming and dare he say more tolerable. Jin hopes that he's able to see Steve again during his stay here; probably do him some good to have more cool-headed company for once.

Before Jin drove out with Hwoarang to the Kazama residence, Steve gave Jin his phone number and a slug in the arm for good measure.

“Do me a favor and tune into ESPN for me next Saturday, yeah? 8pm sharp; don't want you blokes to miss me winning~”

“Don't count on it,” Hwoarang puts his keys into the ignition. “We got better things to do, eh, Kazama?”

“I'll watch it.” Jin ignores him. “You're a good fighter from what I've seen.”

“Aw, thanks, mate,” He pats Jin's shoulder. “Text me if ya ever want some time away from that wannabe yank for once, m'kay?”

“Don't make me run you over!”

“Sure,” Jin smiles at Steve. “I'll keep it in mind.”

Steve invited Jin and Hwoarang into a convenient group chat he made later that night when all three men were situated in their respective abodes. Steve and Hwoarang bullshitted with one another by sending politically incorrect memes and messages to each other while Jin was content with just lurking. He chimed in when he needed to, but otherwise kept quiet, at least for now.

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It took Steve just ten minutes to knock out the poor guy they put him in the ring with to win the title match, and so, the men celebrate the best way they know how.

Steve snuck away from the lights, cameras, coaches, and prodding sports moguls to hang out with Jin and Steve in Hwoarang's hotel room. They ordered food and smoked out the bedroom while Hwoarang played a new game this time at Steve's insistence. Instead of another mind-numbing round of House of the Dead 2 , Steve thought it would be nice for Hwoarang to play Crazy Taxi .

“Where the fuck are ya goin’, mate? KFC is right there.”

“Nah, hold on, hold on, I know a shortcut,” Hwoarang rolled the spliff in his mouth with his tongue. “Shit...”

“Make a left,” Steve pointed at the screen. “Make the left, bruv, into the parking garage.”

“That goes to Levi's, dumbass.”

“No, that's at the park, ya wank.”

Jin ate an order of battered chicken wings as he watched his friends bicker, too unfamiliar with the game to give much input besides basic commentary.

“You're almost out of time, Fakun.” Jin blurts out. “Maybe you should--”

“ Sshi-bal ...”

“Told ya you had to cut through the garage,” Steve kicks him. “Gimme.”

“Whatever, I'm hungry anyway,” Hwoarang hands him the controller and then looks at Jin. “Don't tell me you ate all the fuckin’ chicken again, guy.”

“I don't know, I haven't been counting.” Jin deadpans, eyes still glued to the screen. “Better check before I have more.”

“I'm using your card if ya did,” Hwoarang crossed the floor to get some food.

“Use the gold card if you must.”

Hwoarang grabs a smaller box of deep-fried goods to snack on, leaving Steve to vegetate on Crazy Taxi by himself. Jin watches him, barely understanding the rules of the game, but enjoying the gameplay nonetheless. He can hear Hwoarang give Steve unwarranted advice that Steve promptly ignores until he suddenly stops, having eaten himself into a coma before he had a chance to have another turn.

After about twenty minutes of burning asphalt and American rock music, Steve pauses the game and asks Jin if he wants a turn.

“You wanna have a go?”

“I'm okay, I'm not great at video games,” Jin replies. “I like to sit back and watch.”

“Works for me,” Steve pauses the screen and grabs a can of beer he was drinking. “Gonna take a break, check in with folks back home.”

“Hm.” Jin nods, quiet when he eats a box of cookies. For a while, they sit in a comfortable silence until Steve talks again.

“You're not really all that chatty, are you?”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Jin clears his throat. “I've been trying not to be.”

“It's alright,” He points to the slumbering redhead who hangs halfway off the bed. “Hell of a lot better than dealing with that thing 24/7.”

“He grows on you.” Jin shrugs. “I wish I were more like him... Sometimes, at least.”

“A loud mouth?”

“I just wish I had his social skills. I never really had a chance to make too many friends, so I guess I'm a little stunted in that regard.”

“I like ya fine, mate, don't worry yourself with that shit.” He drinks his beer. “I never really had the chance either, so I get it. There are some people who need friends to come to them instead.”

“Ah,” Jin never thought of it that way but doesn't try to ask about Steve's experiences. He knows too much as is and would like to stay amiable with him if he could help it. Still, it's a comforting thing to know that there were people like him in the world.

“That makes me feel a little better. Thanks.”

“No prob, bruv, what mates are for. Hwoarang told me you're a little quiet, but I like that. You got a feng shui thing about ya that keeps the room calm.”

“Really?” Jin scratches his chin, bashful at the compliment. “I-I guess I could say the same about you. I'm used to it and I wouldn't change a thing about him, but it's nice having someone around who isn't so...hotheaded.”

“Same, I like being around ya.” He winks at him. “Not a lot of blokes can brag about being good mates with a demon~”

They share a laugh, although Jin can't help but feel a little embarrassed about his powers and past behavior. He doesn't think about it though and chews the fat with Steve for the next hour, unconsciously moving closer to him, oblivious that they are now touching shoulders when Steve starts showing him pictures of his life in America on his phone. His gallery mostly had pictures of himself, food, boxing gyms, and candid shots of two middle-aged men of differing ethnicities that caught Jin’s eye.

“Are those friends of yours?” He asks.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Steve taps on one of the pictures so Jin can see more clearly. “My mates back in New York. That's Paul,” He points at the blonde man. “And that's Marshall.” He then points at the Asian man.

“I remember a Paul in one of the tournaments,” Jin looks closer, recognizing the hair. “You three seem to have a lot of fun together.”

“There's never a dull moment at Marshall China.” Steve scrolls through more pictures, mostly of just Paul and Marshall horsing around with one another or with Steve, but a certain picture that Steve swipes to makes Jin blush.

It was a picture of Steve sharing an intimate kiss with Marshall, framed in such a way that it looks as though someone else took it. Jin’s instinct is to look away out of modesty, but Steve hardly reacts to it.

“O-Oh,” Jin still keeps his gaze set on the floor. “I didn't know you two were involved.”

“Eh, we kinda are, kinda aren't,” Steve shrugs. “It's a little complicated, almost like what you and Hwoarang got goin’ on, ya know?”

Jin’s eyes snap to Steve's face who looks nonplussed. “How did you...??”

“He tells me a lot of things about you two.” Steve lays back, smirking like a devil. “Nothin’ to be shy about though. Two hotties shaggin’ each other's not gonna bother me none.”

“I'm mostly surprised... We're not exclusive or anything, but I figured he'd want to keep whatever we are private.”

“Not really. He doesn't talk to a lot of people, so he doesn't have anyone to tell.” Steve chuckles. “He ain't embarrassed about it or gives a good goddamn who knows. Just keep his balls empty and that's all that matters.”

“How long have you known?”

“Who do you think planted the seed, mate? These blokes have been my fuck buddies for the last year now.” Steve leans closer to Jin to show him his phone again. “Told me he liked you, so I gave him some advice.”

“I see...” That explains a lot, or at the very least helps him understand how Hwoarang arranged for their relationship to be like this. He had no clue Steve of all people would be the one to introduce Hwoarang to the idea though.

“So, you're with two men?” Jin can't help but look at the screen of Steve's phone, curiosity getting the best of him. “How does that work?”

“Imma bit of a slag,” Steve takes it upon himself to show Jin a picture of himself sitting on top of Marshall, half-naked with a bulging erection through his underwear. “Don't care who I get to shag. So long as I get my rocks off, it's all good.”

“Are you sure you should be, uh...” An obscene image of Steve sandwiched between Marshall and Paul makes him blush. “Showing me this?”

“They wouldn't care,” He throws an arm around Jin. “Probably feel proud that I'm showing this to anyone, to be honest.”

“Mm...” Jin flinches at the fingers raking his skin, pinking quickly beneath Steve's touch. “I-If you're sure.”

Jin pays attention to the screen again, shy but still interested in what is in front of him. Steve is a very attractive man, so to see him so intimate with other handsome men made him...hot to put it simply.

Jin is quiet and passive when Steve begins telling him stories associated with the pictures in one of his galleries, a folder suspiciously named “Bitch”. Jin feels his heart race and breathing pick up once Steve taps on the folder, revealing vulgar, intensely erotic images that make his prick twitch.

“Hwoarang tells me you like gettin’ buggered,” Steve taps on a video of himself, folded over, getting his hole pounded by Marshall. “I like that, too.”

“I like doing both,” Jin swallows thickly. “But I prefer to bottom.”

“Why's that?” Steve turns up the volume, the soft hum of studly moans and slapping flesh making Jin squirm. “He fucks it that good?”

“I have needs that I like fulfilled when he's on top,” Jin thinks about the last time Hwoarang fucked him. He had him against the wall, like a dog, fucking his ass as he bit holes into his shoulders. He still has the scars, a physical reminder of his addiction to his own pain.

He wonders if Steve feels the same...

“Is there any reason why you like it?”

“Just do,” He scrolls to the next video. “But I don't mind topping either.”

Jin's imagination runs wild then. Steve looks big; thick and long like he prefers. He wonders how it would feel to fuck himself on Steve's prick, if he'd be rough like Hwoarang or more patient. A part of him also wonders if he should be thinking this way, but like he mentioned before, it's not like he or Hwoarang are exclusive...

Jin is taken from his thoughts by the next video that starts playing. In a front-facing shot this time, Steve is bound by the wrists, legs pulled up to his chest to show off a shiny wet pink hole that winks at what Jin assumes to be Marshall. He's kneeling over Steve, rubbing dripping wet fingers on wrinkled skin, teasing it, prodding it when he feels like it.

“So fucking wet...” He lifts his middle finger and sinks it in, at a snail's pace, pulling out just as slow. “ Think you deserve it tonight, baby?” He slaps him. “ Been training like I told you?”

“Please , daddy ,” Steve gasps. “ I'm so ready, I fuckin’ need it...”

“ He can take two dicks up his cunt no problem,” Another voice in the background says. Jin assumes it's Paul's. “Give it to him, Marshall, been dying to see you split him apart.”

Jin gulps, mesmerized. Steve chuckles and skips through the video to show Jin whatever it is Marshall and Paul are about to do to him.

“This one's my favorite,” His breath tickles Jin’s skin. “Felt amazing, but couldn't sit right for a week.”

Before Jin can ask why Steve would say such a thing, he finds himself staring at a most peculiar sight; a limb shoved firmly up Steve’s ass. His hole is red and raw from being stretched so much, fucked mercilessly by a thrusting forearm that glistens with lubricant and whatever else they prepped Steve with. His moans sound less like moans and more like strained, breathless whines, choked groans that bring Jin to full mast.

“T-That went in you...?”

“Told ya I'm a bit of a slag,” Steve then looks at him, gaze knowing. “Looks good doesn't it?”

“M-Mhmm...” Jin is amazed, baffled, and most importantly, aroused by what's become of Steve. Tears stain his eyes while drool wets his lips and chin, rivulets of saliva cleaned up by Paul's white cock wiping his face. Steve mindlessly takes that pale monster into his mouth like a whore starved, tasting it, rolling his tongue up and over the head as Marshall retracts his arm for a moment. Quivering strands of lube come with him when he does so, dripping to the sheets, lacing his fingers together once he manages to pull his wrist out. Jin's eyes stayed glued to the gaping, pulsing rosebud that was Steve's ass, hollowed out and closing around nothing, cock aching at the sight of something so delightfully nasty.

Jin shifts a little, groaning.

“Hwoa told me you gotta big cock, too.” Steve remarks, eyes shifting between Jin’s face and the bulge in his underwear. “Wanna pull it out for me?”

Jin, in his heaven of bud and lust, almost does so, but counters Steve with a request of his own.

“You first.”

Steve blinks, then grins, before lifting his hips to pull down his sweats and underwear, refusing to break eye contact with Jin.

A long, pulsing organ is pulled down by an elastic waistband before bouncing back in place, erect and plump, sheathed by foreskin that crowns his glans. Jin, mesmerized, has an urge to suck it, but has a feeling that he won't have to wait long to do that.

“You're big,” Jin does the same, pulling down lycra boxers to show off his darker prick to Steve's. “Hope I don't disappoint.”

“Nah, mate,” Steve whistles once Jin’s listing cock comes into view. “You're just how I like ‘em.”

“Thanks,” He grabs himself, fondles his balls a little. “I like yours, too.”

Steve placed his phone in his other hand to reach for the member standing between Jin’s legs, wrapping calloused fingers around the shaft. Jin sighs deeply while Steve bites his lip, manipulating him, squeezing precome from his slit. It prompts Jin to do the same to Steve, holding the half-hooded prick in his trembling hand to play with it properly. Goodness, Jin thinks; he can't believe he's doing this...

“Is there more...?” Jin asks, tightening his grip. “More of your “daddy” punishing your hole?”

“Heh,” Steve's chest rises and falls as he holds the phone between them to watch it again. “Thought you'd never ask...”

Jin smooths his bangs over his head as Steve skips through a little, stopping at a frame that shows Marshall in the process of fitting a second hand up his ass. Jin bucks into Steve's hand at the sight, excited, heart pounding once Steve plays the video again.

Marshall kneels over Steve's trembling body, one fist leaving him as the other enters him, creating a brutal pace that ends with Marshall forcing both fists up Steve's asshole. Steve's screams are muffled by Paul's cock fucking his throat, thick fingers buried deep in silken blonde locks to keep his head where it's supposed to be.

“Oh fuck, that's...” Jin furrows his brows, too aroused for words. “That's good...”

“Like that, babe?” Steve pumps him at a languid pace. “Like jerkin’ it to me, do ya?”

“Yeah,” Jin returns the favor, hand trembling. “You look so good....”

“Want me to do that to you...?” Steve's lips hover over Jin’s. “Ruin this tight little ass...?”

Jin suppresses a loud moan that threatens to leave his throat. Fuck, yes, he tells himself; it would hurt, and he would cry, and there's a good chance Steve will rip him apart if he wasn't prepped enough, but that just makes it more exciting.

Jin closes the gap between himself and Steve by kissing him, tonguing parted lips, eyes shut in ecstasy when Steve reciprocates.

“I wanna make you gape like that...” Steve pulls away from him, swallows his spit. “Like to work you up with my prick though...”

“Make it happen then,” Jin licks Steve's lips as he climbs into his lap, too horny for his own good. “Fuck me.”

Steve watches Jin settle on top of him, pausing the video to admire the six feet of muscle that hovered over his thighs. He seems surprised, but also amused by Jin's forwardness, putting his phone down completely to grasp Jin's narrow waist.

“We really gonna do it?” He motions at the bed with a nod. “He's still here ya know.”

“He won't wake up, not ‘till morning,” Jin kisses him again. “Not going to back out now, are you?”

“Fuck, babe,” Steve lifts Jin’s shirt over his chest. “Got any lube?”

“Mm...” Jin nods, pries himself off of Steve to get some lube from Hwoarang’s nightstand. As soon as it's in his hand, he's back in Steve's lap, slathering his cock in thick oil, too eager to work himself up for it. The one prick he's ever fucked looks like Steve's; he can take it easy with the prep tonight.

Once Steve looks wet enough for him, Jin sits on it, working it inside inch by steady inch with stiff bounces and rolls of his hips. Steve watches him intently, smoothing his hands up his sides and over his chest once Jin manages to slide down the rest of his length.

“Fuck yeah, babe,” Steve moans, eyes trained on Jin's hard chest. “Work that ass for me...”

“That good?” Jin starts moving, rocking down as Steve thrusts up.

“Beautiful,” Steve reaches around Jin to take two handfuls of his ass, squeezing, tongue licking at his neck and clavicle. “Feels just like a cunt, so wet and tight.”

“Fuck...” Jin braces himself on Steve's shoulders, arching his back to hit his prostate better, wincing at the stretch. He fucks himself harder then, barely contained moans leaving him. Steve leaves a lingering suck on Jin’s neck before sitting back to watch him ride, nails digging into the fat of his rear.

“Good, baby, good,” He gives him a firm smack on his right cheek, not as hard as he'd like, but it still feels really good. “That's it, love, lemme see that pretty cock bounce.”

“Digging me out...” Jin grunts. “So damn big...”

“Take it so good though, like you were made for this, darl’. You made for taking cock, babe?” Steve says against his lips. “Like throwin’ this slag cunt around?”

“ Yes ...” Jin kisses him. “Need you, need this ...”

“Can see why Hwoa likes you so much,” Steve holds him close, moving with him. “Probably gave it up the first chance you could, eh?”

“ Ngh ...”

“Wanted you the moment I saw you,” Steve grabs Jin's legs, wrapping them around his waist so he can hold him tight. “Knew you had a cunt worth dying for...”

Jin pants, eyes sinking into his head. Steve wanted him, he says to himself in reverence; he wanted his body, his cock, his hole, his everything. It made his cheeks flush and his loins ache.

“Gonna fuck you like this every day,” He throws his head back. “Want that, baby? Want me and Hwoa to turn you out?”

“Do whatever you want to me, I don't care...” Jin rasps out, floating on cloud nine. “Fuck me, fuck me ...”

“ Shit ...” Steve fucks him hard and fast, at his limit it seems, but knows better than to leave Jin hanging. He pulls away quickly to jerk Jin off again, playing with him, squeezing and pumping his hand to get him to where he needs to be. Jin very nearly keels over at that, nearly screams, but keeps his cool, wary of Hwoarang. He came quickly and silently, holding a hand to his mouth as he spilled his seed all over Steve's abs, groaning deeply when Steve followed suit. He came inside of Jin, filling him up with warmth that quickly spills out of him until he's too soft to give him anymore. Jin is fine with that and promptly lifts his hips to pull Steve out, unbothered by the mess between his legs.

“Phew... Sorry about that. I guess those videos worked me up some.” Jin wipes sweat from his brow as he collapses in Steve's lap, fat ass warming his flaccid length. “Kind of pounced on you...”

“All good,” Steve leans back against the bed. “Didn't know you liked them that much, heh...”

“I don't know if I'm ready for something like that, but maybe one day.” Jin loses himself in the thought. “Letting you and Fakun do that to me is a tempting idea.”

“Spoken like a true bottom~” Steve sniggers, pulling him close. “I promise ya, we'll work you up to it. Hopefully, Hwoarang don't mind sharing for a bit.”

“Yeah...” Jin wonders if Hwoarang would really care. Sure, they're not dating or anything, but the man can't help but be a little possessive sometimes. Jin will make a point to curb Hwoarang every now and again during Steve's stay here.

Too tired to really ponder on it any longer, Jin and Steve clean up before falling asleep on the floor, tangled up in each other's arms, momentarily forgetting that they're still in the room with a slumbering Hwoarang.

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“Oi...”

Jin shifts in his sleep, cuddles into Steve to get away from the noise that threatens to disturb him.

“Oi...!”

Jin doesn't respond, but Steve does.

“Sod off, ya gook...” He pulls Jin in. “Too early for this shit...”

Silence, and then a firm kick to the ribs shocks both men awake

Steve rolls off of Jin immediately, clutching his sides as he opens baby blue eyes to look up at the infuriated redhead who stares at them with contempt. It prompts Jin to open his eyes as well, unbothered, but still a little annoyed at Hwoarang's behavior.

“Ugh, the fucks your problem, wanker...?” Steve sits up, pouting. “Was havin’ some good sleep there...”

“Yeah, I can fuckin’ see that!” Hwoarang barks. “The fuck do ya think you're doing, you slut?? We were supposed to fuck him together!”

“Hey, it ain't my fault! We was just talkin’, and uh...one thing kinda led to another.” Steve looks to Jin, hugging him from behind to piss Hwoarang off more. “Ain't that right, babe? You said so yourself that you couldn't resist a handsome chap like me, huh~?”

“Ah, good to know your anger is for a different reason...” Jin grimaces, certainly not expecting that they were already anticipating a threesome, but too tired to properly acknowledge it. “Not that I mind the idea, but why are you so upset that we did anything without you?”

“That's not the point!” Hwoarang crouches to Jin’s height to grab him by the shirt. “You let this limey cracker get up in your ass while I was knocked out and didn't bother waking me up!?”

“I like keeping all my fingers, thanks.” Jin frowns. “The day I expire from this world is the day I decide it necessary to wake you up from a nap.”

Hwoarang looks ready to blow up at Jin again, but is tackled to the ground by Steve who's quick to defuse the situation.

“Aw, is the wannabe yank jealous?” Steve mounts him, peppering his neck with sloppy kisses. “Afraid I'm gonna steal your boy toy away from ya?”

“Get offa me, you asshole!” Hwoarang yells, squirming like a worm. “You two can rot in hell for all I care!”

Jin watches Steve casually assault Hwoarang with mocking smooches and groping hands, a distraction that Jin is thankful for. It gives him time to think about ways to make it up to Hwoarang for his apparent indiscretion. Hopefully sweet words and a fuck would do the trick, but maybe giving Hwoarang the threesome he wants will be a better solution.

#tekken #evilfics #hwoarang #jin kazama #hwoajin #smut #hwoarang x jin #steve fox

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