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𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 × 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜

✪Anon request: "Tae and Hobi, please.😳"

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Hoseok's chest was raising and falling in a fast motion. Pulling off his tshirt, Taehyung's left hand trailed an invisible path down his torso, his silver and tiny rings graizing over the smooth and heated skin. He continued to slowly undress him, covering every inch of skin with his open mouthed kisses. Looking straight into Hoseok's eyes, he dared to suck on his skin, marking it, marking him as his.

Hoseok meowled, turning in his stomach after the last piece of clothes was removed. "As up, little boy." Taehyung demanded, sucking and tugging in his earlobe. The older one obeyed, arching his back, his ass on full display. He blushed and bit his bottom lip when, with a loud sound, his dom's hand came in contact with his ass cheek. He wiggled his ass, causing his cock to move too, the precum leaking on the mattress.

"Seems like someone enjoys it rough." He pointed out. Using the precum of Hoseok's cock and a lot of lube, he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside, teasing his hole, then two and three, making him moan louder and louder, losing himself in pleasure. His whole was now ready for takimg his daddy's cock.

"You like it, huh?" Taehyung asked, pushing his hips further, causing his cock to burry deeper and deeper into the other man. Hoseok's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "Y-Yes!" He whined, closing his eyes shut, his dark eyelashes covering his heated cheeks.

Taehyung smirked, bitting his shoulder, enjoying all the marks he left on the older man. "Oh, hyung, such a shame. You, the playboy of our school, being fucked by me." He whispered, with his low and deeply voice, causing the other one to shiver and push his face on the pillow even more.

They weren't bothered by the music coming from the party downstairs. For Taehyung, all that counted right then was Hoseok's tight hole wrapped around his huge cock. A whinny and breathless sound escaped Hoseok's lips when, changing the angle, his partner's cock pressed exactly on the right spot into him.

"L-little boy." He mumbled, shivering when his dom rolled his hips into him. Taehyung smirked, pocking his tongue out. Sweaty strands of hair were falling into his eyes. He changed the position then, placing Hoseok's body on top of his. The new position caused Hoseok's hole to squeeze his cock tighter. He groaned, toying with one of the pink nipples, the other hand wrapping around the hard cock.

Hoseok threw his head back, in pleasure. " You don't like it when I call you hyung, baby?". "N-No! Call me little boy! Am your little baby boy, daddy!" He whined, pathetically moaning the words. Taehyung's dick twitched into him. "That's right, little boy. I am your daddy. Feel my cock stretching you out, little pup in heats you are!"

And he encouraged his words by wrapping his hand around Hoseok's throat, squeezing it tightly. "The one who fucked plently of girls came up as being a gay, huh?" His hand started moving up and down his cock, while his hips kept on pushing deeper and deeper.

"O-Oh, daddy!" Hoseok whined, not knowing if it was better to push his hips back or forth, ending up cumming on Taehyung's cnuckles.

"Such a mess." Taehyung teased, holding his fingers in front of Hoseok's face, for him to clean them off with his tongue.

Author's note: waiting for more bts member × male reader requests or member × member :) (I hope you liked it @trinitylynn3565 ) @sombreboy 🤗

Deprivation of Affection- Part 1

Requested by: @helpfulmango

Pairing: Jack Krauser × Leon Scott Kennedy

Fandom: Resident Evil

Warning(s): Cursing, fluff, violence, (smut in the next chapter)

Word Count: 1,062

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A month after Ashley was sent home back to her father Leon still had one thought about one person in particular. Jack Krauser. The thought of Krauser living even after his first supposed "death". That alone made Leon think whether or not if Krauser somehow faked his "last" death. Leon clenched the very fists that killed Krauser. 

'I'm not dead, Kennedy.'

Leon immediately stood up, grabbing his pistol from under the couch and looked around his somewhat dark living room. The tv was fairly loud, but it was quiet enough for him to still hear if something were in his home. He could have sworn he heard Jack's voice behind him. Suddenly a cold breeze passed by the nap of his neck. 

CRACKLE

His back collided against his tv, then the ground as his tv made a crackle and static noise. Leon groaned softly and looked up to see the very man he thought was dead. "Krauser…" Leon's voice spoke softly in disbelief. "Leon Kennedy." Krauser leaned down to Leon's level, his tight navy blue spandex shirt flexing around his six-pack. His camo pants making a subtle sound, and his combat boots near Leon's abdomen. "It's nice to see you again. Where's the bitch in the red dress." Krauser asked in a husky tone. A shiver came down on Leon's spine and he had not known why. Leon tried to lean up on his elbows, but Krauser shoved him back down. "Stay still."

"How are you…?" 

"I have my ways, kid." Krauser said as he glared venom at Leon. Though, at the back of Krauser's mind he didn't truly hate Leon Kennedy as his facade showed. "Where is she." 

"I don't know, Krauser."

Leon looked around for his pistol, only to find it near Krauser. If Leon was quick enough he could easily grab the pistol and at least show some form of defense instead of crumpling on the ground in pain. 'Come on, Leon..It's just Krauser..' Leon thought as he stared Krauser in the eyes. Both men stared each other down. It wasn't even a malicious stare down--it was something else. A lust fueled hatred perhaps? 

"Don't do it, Kennedy. I'll break your fucking hand."

"I'll take my chances." 

With saying that, Leon quickly grabbed his gun and rolled out of the way as soon as Krauser tried to stab Leon with his combat knife. Both men standing in a defensive position. Leon's 5'11" frame holding his gun tightly with his grey cutoff clinging to him and his grey sweatpants dragging a tad low on his hips. Krauser's 6'1" frame became lax as he saw Leon's sweatpants drag low. "Just surrender Leon.."

"No thanks, pal." Leon shot near Krauser's left foot which caused Krauser to backflip out of the way just in case the bullet met his foot. "Favorite foot or somethin'?" Leon smirked as Krauser growled softly. "I'd rather not be shot at all, comrade." Leon shot off another round, this time near Krauser's arm. Instead of using any form of gymnastics to dodge the bullet he ran full force into Leon and tackled the dirty blonde to the ground harshly. A sharp breath exited Leon and his back seared in more pain. Krauser pinned Leon's arms down on the soft charcoal colored carpet and peered into the sky blue eyes of his supposed enemy. Leon looked up and his soft sky blue eyes widened as he saw Krauser's eyes peering directly into--what felt like-- his soul. 

Leon then realized what situation he was into and started to struggle. "It's futile to struggle, Kennedy." Krauser spoke softly, and this caused the 5'11" dirty blonde to freeze. Back at the island for "Operation Javier" or even in Spain he never saw Krauser's eyes go soft. Leon didn't even think it was possible for Krauser to feel any emotion besides anger, revenge, or anything emotion with relation to those two emotions. "What the hell is this.." Krauser spoke huskily, trying to turn back his stoic facade. Krauser never truly liked to be alone. He knew what he was feeling at that very moment, but he didn't want to accept the fact that he felt closure and comfort with his "enemy". "I think.." Leon paused, scared to let the words out. "I think we're attracted to each other.." Both the blonde and dirty blonde let out a small breath. A knee was gently pressed against Krauser's crotch. Jack jolted oh so slightly, and glared down at Leon. "I'm warning you right now, Kennedy..Don't-"

Krauser was then cut off by Leon's soothing and now soft voice. "It's alright.." Krauser's clutch on Leon's wrists then let up as he exhaled a soft moan. Kennedy smiled slightly. 'It's almost like taming a while animal…Better yet, it's more like taming a beast..'. Leon then proceeded to do a bold thing, hoping it won't set off Krauser. He sat up. Krauser was too distracted and frankly didn't care as his breaths shortened in ecstasy. "I'm not going to hurt you, Krauser…" Leon lifted his arm and caressed Krauser's cheek softly. To Jack's delight Leon's hand was soft. Not overly soft, but soft enough to feel good against his skin. Krauser's eyes closed all the way and he leaned into Leon's hands. "That's it.." Leon tried to lean Krauser back, but this set off Krauser and Leon was shoved onto the couch. Leon's soft groan echoed through the room. Krauser stood up and hovered over Leon. "This is a damn trick!" 

"It's not a trick Krauser! Let's face it, that would have never happened if we truly aren't attracted to each other!!"

Krauser growled softly and truly thought about the situation. He would never let down his guard for ANY person..So why the hell would he do it for his enemy. "You know I'm right.." Leon said as he stood up. Krauser suddenly felt a pain in his chest and growled, knowing he felt defeated..That Leon was actually right. "Please Krauser..Just..I know this is a lot, but set your guard down..I beg of you.." Leon spoke softly, hoping that Jack would hear him out. Krauser clenched his teeth and looked away whilst whispering a soft, "Fine..".

Leon smiled slightly and grasped Krauser's arm gently. Even though it was a small gesture, Krauser still flinched at the foreign feeling. 

"Jesus christ, you're deprived of affection. Aren't you?"

"Shut your mouth, Kennedy!"

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A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to post this! I've been so busy doing homework, studying, etc. There will be another chapter to this, so don't worry! I enjoy this pairing very much, so that is why I will be making a few more chapters of this! Let me know what you think!

Harder

They only had a few hurried moments to taste one another's mouths before they had to get back to work. The closet was dark, and dust danced through the outline of the door, its edges highlighted by the room beyond. There was no time for conversation. Paul dragged Michael into his arms, realizing how suddenly he felt weak. His eyes scanned his lover's in the dim light. All he could see were twin stars glinting back at him. Michael hated these rushed, furtive moments. He preferred to luxuriate in Paul's caresses. But there was little time for that these days. He sensed Paul hesitate, so leaned up and captured his dark-haired beloved's rose petal lips with his own. Paul melted against Michael with a sigh. He didn't know how Michael knew when to touch him, but Paul was so grateful he took the lead. Even though he stood a good six inches taller and 3 inches more broad in the shoulder, Paul was so much more anxious. Michael just acted. It was he who took Paul's hand that night, confessed his feelings, come what may. Paul had known he loved Michael for so long but had never found his voice. The memory of that day, nearly a year ago, flooded Paul with such affection. He held Michael closer, kissing him with growing ardor. The fingers of one hand splayed against Michael's back while the others cupped the back of his head, tangling in Michael's fair curls, pulling gently. Michael was not going to complain about whatever was making Paul so amorous right now. He’d never kissed Michael so heatedly here at work. Normally Paul kept his affections temperate and chaste. This was...new. Exquisite. Pulling away from Paul's mouth, Michael sighed, "Harder, love." Blood flooded Paul's cheeks. He hadn't realised how far he’d gotten carried away. He didn't want to stop. "H-harder?" He stammered. Michael pressed up against him, the smaller man's arousal undeniable. "Please." Paul wound his fist slowly and carefully into Michael's hair, then gave an experimental tug. His beloved gasped and trembled against him. He ran his tongue around Michael's open lips, then sealed them with his own, kissing deeply, holding his lover. Every now and then he’d pull Michael's hair. He knew he was on the right track when Michael moaned, low and long, eyes half closed and sweeping languidly, eyelashes fluttering. "You are the most beautiful thing." Paul whispered as he pulled away to admire his panting, whimpering lover. Michael slid from his grasp with a feral growl, hitting his knees, scrabbling at Paul's waistband and belt. "Oh love!" Paul gasped, before Michael took what he desired, in turn.