{{ // jaredвυr ,, hard sadomasochism ,, blood ,, tears ,, degrading ,, masturbation ,, pain kink ,, beating people up ,,
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in which wιlвυr ѕooт gets paid a surprise visit from jared and it doesn’t end well, or so jared thinks.
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it was a normal day for wιlвυr, (1/23)

he had just released his latest song, “yoυr new вoyғrιend”, and he was quite happy with it. people were seeming to like it, and that made him feel great. he was just settling down on his sofa to lounge about when he heard a hard and fast knock upon the door. (2/23)

Furrowing his brows, wιl glanced at the door, getting up to cautiously open it. When he did, he was greeted by none other than jared, who pushed past him angrily and without a word. “h-hey! man, you can’t just bust in here like that-“ wιlвυr started, (3/23)

although he was quickly cut off by a shove to his shoulder. “What the actual fuck, man?!” jared proclaimed, drawing his hand back, now very close to wιl, chest puffed and jaw set. “dude, why are you here? also, the shove? this is my house.” (4/23)

the taller of the two said, rolling out his shoulder. “i heard your new song. really fucking classy.” jared was clearly pissed about the lyrics, taking a step towards wιl as wιl took one back. he looked at him then, smiling slightly, (5/23)

and responded with “yeah? glad you like it, i think i complimented you pretty well.” He watched as jared’s face heated even more, and saw his jaw tick, once, a warning. “That wasn’t a fucking compliment, cunt.” (6/23)

“Oh, but you know how much i love your jawline, shoulders, and muscles. Even thought about what you look like nude.” God, wιlвυr really didn’t know when to shut the fuck up, did he? jared cringed at the condescending tone the other had put on, playful and annoying. (7/23)

“wιlвυr. she’s with me now. i’d advise you. to stop. talking.” he was livid at this point, fists clenched, biceps taut. jared'ѕ jaw ticked once more, a last warning. a final warning. wιlвυr simply couldn’t help himself. “she was happier with me. and you know it.” (8/23)

The next thing he remembers is hard contact with his jaw, the crack of knuckles popping against his face, and the snapping of his head to the side. wιlвυr looked up at jared, moving his jaw around and watching the other shake out his hand. he straightened, (9/23)

stumbling slightly and looking at jared with pure indignance in his eyes. “that all you got, loverboy?” and wιl relished in the feeling of jared'ѕ fist connecting to his upper lip and clipping his nose, the impact making him let out a whine. (10/23)

To jared, wιlвυr'ѕ whine sounded like one of pain, but wιl knew it was one of pleasure. he’d needed a good beating, he’d craved it for a long time. and goddammit, did it get him off. he brought his hand up to his face, (11/23)

wiping his nose and mouth and grinning at the smear of blood it left on the back of his hand. wιlвυr could taste it now, the metallic liquid dripping down his chin. “weak. weak as fuck.” his voice was shaky now, but in the best way. that’s when jared snapped, (12/23)

launching himself forward into wιl and quickly knocking him down, punching everywhere he could while he was on the ground. ribs, face, thighs, stomach, everywhere. all the while, wιlвυr was whimpering, cock hardening with each hit, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. (13/23)

he even began to cry at one point, though he wasn’t sure when. jared finally got up, watching as wιlвυr struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, looking up at him through tear stained cheeks. “Keep my name and my relationship out of your fucking whore mouth, slut.” (14/23)

wιlвυr knew he didn’t mean it in the way he took it, but he was painfully hard now and barely hiding it with his shirt. He watched jared storm out and slam the door behind him, and he dragged himself to a nearby wall, sitting up against it, legs out in front of him (15/23)

as he undid his belt buckle. sliding his jeans down, wιl took his cock in one hand and began to pump, slowly, whining and whimpering already. “ffuck- pleass hit me harder-“ he begged to absolutely no one, licking the blood from his upper lip and moaning at the taste. (16/23)

wιlвυr brought up his free hand and pressed into his bruises slightly, letting out a high-pitched whine at the stab of pain. “M’your good painslut,,, please hurt me-“ he continuously begged, calling out for someone who simply was not there. moving his hand faster now, (17/23)

wιlвυr was weakly rolling his hips up into his hand, moans so pretty at the pain he’d received. he played it over and over again in his head, the pain and how good it felt. “hurts so good, ssir, ah fUCK!-“ wιlвυr was actively crying again, tears falling freely (18/23)

while he stroked his dick, already so close from the beating just a few minutes ago, whimpering out small pleas and begs. “please-harder” “again, sirr” “ffuck, thank youu” pressing against the various wounds in his body, rekindling the previous pain for a brief moment. (19/23)

wιlвυr quickly felt his climax approaching, legs beginning to shake, from both the pleasure and the fight, if you could even really call it that. “god, pleasee let me cum, i t-took your abuse like a ggood boy” working his wrist faster, nearly there now. (20/23)

fucking up into his hand desperately now, a few more thrusts and he was there, whining loudly as he came, pressing down into a large bruise on his stomach. “tthank yoou sirr, holy shit-“ thighs trembling, slowing his hand gradually, weak cries slipping past his lips. (21/23)

panting. wιl lay there like that for a while, throbbing from the pain and the pleasure, slumped against the wall. examining his pretty bruises, smiling to himself at how gorgeous they looked on his skin. completely content with the dull ache in his body. (22/23)

fuck, he was gonna have to anger jared more often. (23/23)

: end of thread : }}