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So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t.

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.

#ellie evil dead rise #beth bixler #beth evil dead rise #beth evil dead rise x reader #Ellie evil dead rise x reader #Deadite!ellie #Deadite!Ellie x reader #tw:spiders #ellie bixler #alyssa sutherland #lily sullivan

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xxxevilfilms · 1 month ago

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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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