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s-s-s-s-short smut

you watched dora the explorer when you were a kid like i did? think of the title "s-s-s-short smut" but with the "d-d-d-dora" jingle.

suffer.

anyways, i havent been updating because ive been extremely busy, also feeling sick when thinking about smut. i'm making myself write this to finish a request for a person who wishes to be unknown.

uhh yeah, warning, almost straight forward smut? im uh,, im tired. and slowly getting out of the "being uncomfortable with smut" stage i was in.

uhuhuhuh uh im not good at a/ns anymore fuck. uh, also its like,, okay toms a cum slut.

also horrible attempt at the konky kinks because i dont watch porn and uh.. i dont,, want to? im simply using fanfiction brain power to educate myself in,, certain phrases.

yes, im putting a TOP TIER song. it'll be mentioned later on in this oneshot, if you listen, you'll see it does and does NOT set the mood.

im going to get bullied for writing this.

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"Thomas!"

"Tord?"

Tom's ears perked up and his slumped posture straightened at the familar ring of his lover's voice. He, uh, might have upset said Norsk.

"Where were you last night?! I was worried sick!" Tord bursted into their room, where Tom was sat on the bed, watching a movie and bundled up in his blankets.

"I- visiting.. Edd?"

There was an awkward silence, a moment to let Tord process the excuse. He then walked over, sitting beside Tom and nuzzling against him. He took a whiff of Tom's clothes, which weren't changed from last night and his.. absence.

"That's- that's a lie. You would smell like Cola if you stayed over there for even an hour."

Another deep sniff.

"Wait.. is that... alcohol?"

Well, fuck.

Tom was supposed to be on self rehab from bars, no large consumptions of alcoholic beverages or anything purposely containing an alcohol percentage of 6% or higher (the average Smirnoff Screwdriver contains about 5.8% alcohol in volume, Smirnoff ice [more like the tropical ones] contain 4.5%, so Tom shouldn't be drinking more than one bottle of his beloved 'water').

"Tommy, baby... what did we say about these things?"

"I- I know,,"

"You know what this means, right baby bear?" Tom simply nodded at Tord's question.

...

Tom blushed as he stared down at the floor. He was currently wearing,, articles of clothing he would never wear sober unless punished.

A baby blue garterbelt strapped around his slim waist and chest, clipped on and holding up the periwinkle and white stripped knee highs. Sky blue panties with the words "Baby Boy" embroidered on the back. He also had a, wow, blue vibrator buzzing inside him slowly. Oh, and a white collar attached to the leash Tord held on to. A little bell jingled on his neck with every movement.

A lot of blue.

So much blue.

Tom should be grateful Tord buys him so many things with his favorite color. It helps ease the juicy surprise of these events.

"God, you're just so fucking cute!"

Tom panted softly and turned his gaze up at Tord. Said man started circling Tom like a vulture, like a predator eyeing its pray. He bit his lip and reached down to firmly grasp Tom's behind. That earned a squeak from the Brit. Tord began massaging Tom's ass, purring as it squished in his hand.