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Jerejean smut ✨

“Jean, I- I can’t,” Jeremy whispered. His gaze was locked on where Jean sucked in two of his fingers, thighs spread and lube dripping down to the sheets. The ring of muscle was impossibly tight around his fingers. Years of hooking up, mainly topping, would give him plenty of experience for everyone else. Anyone else. But not Jean. Watching as his fingers disappeared inside Jean threatened to make him come on the spot.

He bowed forward and pushed his face into the crook of Jean’s hip. The muscle and flesh was a pillow, the perfect place to suffocate.

“You can do it,” Jean encouraged, and he didn’t sound nearly as unmoored as Jeremy felt. That wasn’t right. He was the one receiving fingers right now, he was the one with Jeremy’s face next to his cock, he was the one reclining on pillows like the perfect demigod of myth. “I want it. I want you.”

Somehow that was never in doubt anymore. Jeremy expected to feel insufficient, but he never did in the bedroom. He knew what he was doing, here. Even when it was him with spread legs and arching back, receiving a precise and calculated prostate massage, he knew what to do. It was the whole rest of the time that he worried Jean wouldn’t want him and his baggage of a family.

“I can’t,” Jeremy groaned. His lips were muffled by the curves of his boyfriend. “I’m gonna come the moment I touch you, I know it.”

“No,” Jean soothed him with a careful press of his fingers on his head, “you won’t.” The fingers clenched, tugging. Jeremy whined again at the command in his voice. “You’re not going to leave me unsatisfied, you’d never do that.”

He said it with such conviction. Jeremy wanted to believe him, but when he opened his mouth to counter Jean clenched around his fingers. Instinct drove him to rut his hips into the mattress, gasping. Jean tugged his hair again.

“Open me up,” he commanded, a smile on his lips when Jeremy managed to look up, “I want you, Jeremy.” And that was also cheating, trying to get him to do anything when he curled his tongue around each letter in his name. Jeremy was helpless but to continue, forcing himself up so that his raging erection wasn’t pressing into anything.

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Jerejean snippet ✨‼️

Jean spread Jeremy’s cheeks wide, one palm on each side. “Divine,” he whispered. The breath slid over his hole and he shivered. Jean groaned. His fingers clenched into the meat of his perfect ass without thought. Sucking in a tight breath, the man dragged his tongue right over Jeremy’s tight hole. It was lucky he had his hands on him. Jeremy went boneless almost immediately, chest falling to the edge of the tub and hips held up only by Jean. “As you should be,” Jean let the thought out between kisses. His lips traveled over the cleft between, sucking light marks into the flesh. Jeremy should always be like this, should always be just for him.

Jean’s fingers played with the app on his phone while they waited for their food to arrive. Mindless, his finger was following the pattern Jeremy was drawing in the water on the table. Condensation, from the icy cold drinks that bubbled in front of them. Jeremy’s fingers stuttered over the puddle.

“Jean,” he whispered, and it was almost the normal pitch of his voice.

“Hmm?” Jean slowly looked up, taking a sip with his other hand. The rhythm he dragged out on the app was intentional. It was Jeremy’s idea, a fidget for Jean and a way to keep him nice and open. They were on drink three and needed the carbs, supposedly, that the incoming nachos would provide. Jean hated bar food most of all but he’d happily have anything for Jeremy.

“Jean- Jean, please, please,” Jeremy begged from his spot on the floor. He’d keeled over to his knees, then his hands, when Jean pushed the vibrations higher. The commercial break was a welcome time to push him further. Jean hummed, standing up behind him. He pushed his knees apart with one foot, drawing his socked skin up over Jeremy’s naked inner thigh.

“What’s that?” He set the app lower, a predetermined pattern, and then out his phone down. “You want to come already?”

“No- no, i don’t,” Jeremy sobbed, body overtaken by need. He pushed his ass out until Jean’s sweatpants clad leg was between them, faint vibrations reaching him. “I don’t, it’s too much, I can’t hold it-“

“Of course you can,” Jean soothed, kneeling down behind him. His broad form forced Jeremy’s legs further apart. “You’re so good at denying yourself, I know you can.” They didn’t even need a cage. Somehow, through sheer force of will, Jeremy could push down the impending crash. Most days.

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The ice skating underage doping scandal but its exy and Jean didn’t know! He didn’t know. But he’s the one who gets the ban nom nom nom

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I am so jealous of people who can write Andrew Minyard, Laurent, Elliot Waugh etc well I just am not clever enough without it feeling like it’s Mary sue levels of setting them up for the perfect snappy comeback

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Jerejean Snippet ✨

There were probably better things to spend their salaries on, but Jean was firmly of the opinion that Jeremy’s pleasure was the best. He couldn’t really argue, because he was selfish and weak and so in love with his husband. All the care bundled him up. Jean was so good at it, even when it meant buying expensive sex toys.

Jeremy’s head hung low. Hands and knees planted firmly on the end, he tried to keep himself from shaking apart. A tight ring stretched around his balls and the base of his cock. He wasn’t allowed to come yet. Not even when Jean’s tongue pressed insistently against his hole, lube and spit dripping down the side of his leg. He moaned again, the babbling momentarily stopped. Babbling required words or the idea of them. There was nothing but pleasure and denial racing through his blood stream.

“Think you’re ready?” Jeans breath ghosted over his ass. Jeremy shivered, nodding his head. “Ready to take someone while I watch you, see how good you are?” Jeremy keened, nodding again. Frantic and vigorous, he needed to show Jean just how good he could be.

A thick cock pressed against his hole. Instinctively he pressed back, only to stop when Jean’s hand came down on his ass.

“As we thought,” Jean sighed, “we’ll have to tie you down. Naughty boy.” Jeremy whimpered at that, arms giving out. His head pressed into the mattress as Jean manipulated his ankles into cuffs. Attached to the end of the bed through some straps, he was stuck in place. Again, he felt the cock press against him. Warm and big, he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Please,” Jeremy croaked, “I need you. Need you here, need your face, please-“

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I gotta get back to my kevichi fic. Kevin’s not gonna spank himself.

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If you’re gonna send me/comment hate can you at least put more effort in than just emojis thx appreciate it

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Jerjean omegaverse ✨

The thing about Jeremy Knox- he didn’t need to be in heat to gush around Jean’s cock. He didn’t need to be chemically overridden by desire to spend hours slick and horny and desperate to please. Jean had learned early on that asking if he was in heat was a pointless endeavor. A Jeremy in heat, and soon it would be a Jeremy Moreau in heat, but he tried not to think about that lest he come on the spot, would make it obvious. Jean’s athletic wear moved from the laundry room to the bed itself was a tell.

Jean groaned, fisting his hands in the sheets. “You’re gonna kill me, my love.”

“No, no,” Jeremy panted from on top, hands spread wide on Jean’s chest for stability, “I would never do that, I would never let you die mid sex.”

“After sex, then,” Jean allowed.

“Never,” Jeremy managed to pop the word out, slick and sharp and far less out of breath than Jean would think. It was round two, round one a messy thing in the showers before they left the sports complex.

“You keep squeezing,” Jean accused.

“Because you’re so big,” Jeremy bit his lip, hanging his head forward and letting his hips roll. The pressure on the knot that kept swelling was going to give Jean a heart attack, no matter what his omega promised. “God, and so warm. I love how-“ he wiggled his fingers, tried to spread them out, and then clutched at the muscles on each side. His palm was shoved on Jean’s nipple, the sensations so much. “You’re just- my alpha, my love, my fiancé,” he groaned the last word and rolled his hips again.

It had Jean’s knot popping completely inside. He saw stars, hands flying up to Jeremy’s shoulders. He pushed down, kept his omega where he could grind down on it. Come pumped out of his cock, the orgasm surprising him. Jeremy’s little moans and whines didn’t help matters. Come splattered Jean’s stomach, a small but mighty mimic of what happened inside.

Every clench of Jeremy’s ass brought another burst of come inside. Locked together by his swollen knot, Jean could tell this would be a long one. If they were lucky, they’d stop coming before either one needed a water bottle. Until then, he pulled Jeremy’s body down so he could finally, finally, kiss him through it.

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