An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
baby boston j x male reader, 3k words
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"Harder," he whispers as you press your teeth into the tender skin just above his collarbone.
"What's that?"
His eyes are pressed shut and he's blushing hard, his cheeks, ears, and lips radiating warm pink. "Hurt me, c'mon, hurt me."









