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Escort Di Feisheng

So, a while ago, @busarewski posted this pic of Xiao Shunyao on bluesky:

And that gave me... thoughts...

Like, what if Di Feisheng is sitting in the lobby of the fancy hotel where he fishes for clients. The desk staff are willing to look the other way for some cash or a blowjob, and they keep the free coffee hot and fresh for the guests. He sits in the overstuffed couches and distressed leather club chairs, dressed nicely but ever-so-slightly off. Those who know, know. To everyone else, he's just a young assistant, waiting for his boss.

So he's sitting there one day, sipping his coffee, stressed because he's got about 3 days to make rent, and he can go without a couple of meals, but if he doesn't manage to pick up a high rolling client soon, he's in trouble. When Li Lianhua comes marching through the lobby, annoyed. DFS notices him immediately--he's so pretty, but more, his suit is bespoke, his shoes are Italian leather, the watch he can see peeking out from his suit when he raises his arm is limited edition. He drips money and class. He's immediately followed by another guy--stupid facial hair, DFS thinks, and the sneer, the way he holds himself--DFS wouldn't agree to spend a night with him even if it meant losing his shithole apartment. The two of them are arguing, and really, everyone in the lobby is watching, either overt- or covertly. Until Li Lianhua says, "Look, I'm not discussing this further, I have shit to do. You--" and he points at Di Feisheng, who cocks his head in surprise, but stands smoothly, "have you finished that analysis?" He doesn't wait for an answer, just continues, "Let's go. I have a 4 o'clock."

This is... odd... but DFS is rolling with it. The guy clearly wants a prop to get away from Mr. Stupid Goatee, and he's not incapable of acting when warranted. (It's usually a different kind of role-play, but playing a corporate drone shouldn't tax his skills too far.) He crosses to stand next to the hot executive, murmurs something apologetic, and the guy waves an impatient hand and turns toward the door.

"You're kidding, right?" Stupid Goatee is smirking. "You're picking up a hooker on your way out?"

Before DFS says anything, Hot Exec turns the most freezing expression he's ever seen on Goatee. "Mr. Wang is one of the interns. If you came to the office now and then, you'd realize that and you wouldn't put us at risk for a sexual harassment suit." He turns to DFS looking terribly apologetic. "Mr. Wang, I apologize for my shixiong's insulting words."

The thing is, DFS gets the impression he really is sorry that his partner or colleague, or whatever was trying to be demeaning. (Trying, since DFS has heard pretty much every insult in the book and they roll off these days. He's alive, and that's what matters.) DFS is pretty certain that Hot Exec knows exactly what DFS does for a living, and further that he doesn't care, as long as he gets away from Stupid Goatee.

"It's fine," he says, glancing at Stupid Goatee, who is still smirking.

"It's not," Hot Exec says, "and Shi Shui will hear about this."

That wipes the smirk off the asshole's face, and Hot Exec turns and strides angrily across the lobby. He clearly expects to be followed, and DFS grabs his leather bag and hurries after him. Outside, the air is muggy, too warm, if they have to go any distance DFS will be sweating like a pig, but thankfully they quickly arrive at Hot Exec's... shit. That's a Maserati.

"Get in," he orders, and DFS does, settling into the leather seat, which seems to cradle him. The car is luxurious, everything gleaming. Hot Exec gets in after, then slumps, crossing his arms on the steering wheel and resting his forehead against them. "Fuck," he mutters. "Damn it."

Cream & Sugar 01 (M) | JJK

SUMMARY: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

RATING: Explicit fam. 21+ 

PAIRINGS: Jungkook/Reader, Yoongi/Reader (innocently i guess), & also just in this chapter, a Jin/Reader/Yoongi dream threesome.

GENRE: Smut, Humor, Escort AU, Barista AU, Enemies to Lovers, Asshole!Jungkook (a la Talk. but different AU entirely.)

WARNINGS: Lots of cum talk, SO MUCH FUCKING CUM, degradation, double penetration, dirty jokes everywhere, that’s about it. 

WORD COUNT: 4230

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— THIS ISN’T LOVE, DARLING (m.)

pairing; jungkook/reader genre; mafia au, escort au, smut words; 5,321 rating; explicit

— synopsis; he tasted of an empty night and an eclipsing moon, with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes when he put his mouth on yours.

contents; mafia boss jungkook, escort reader, sex worker reader, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, dom jungkook, gagging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (stay safe), name-calling, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, biting/marking, possessiveness, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, breast play, begging, sadism/masochism, impregnation kink, pussy slapping. this is a bit more hardcore than usual, so prepare for that before reading.

— notes; beautiful edit credit goes to @/mutuntun on twt. and let’s all give a big thank you to @personawife, @shelive-shelove, and @jamaiskook for reading this over for me (last minute, too)!

The door to the lavish hotel room clicked open and you paid it no mind, having received a message beforehand that your visitor would be coming over. You’d gotten yourself ready immediately, finding your way to the penthouse suite that the two of you usually spent your time in. Swirling the remaining wine in your glass, you set it down unhurriedly and stood, the silk of your provided nightgown smooth against your skin.

You barely had time to turn before Jungkook was cupping your face between his hands tightly, bringing his mouth to yours and kissing you hard. You parted your lips immediately and shut your eyes, dragging your hands up his arms until they were tangled in his hair. His fingers found the straps easily and slipped them off your shoulders. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away from him, and didn’t stop the frenzied movements of his lips while you dropped your arms to your sides to allow the gown to slip to the floor, leaving you completely bare.

Jungkook finally pulled back from your mouth and let his hungry eyes devour your body as you stood before him. “You’re awfully ready tonight, handsome,” you purred, eyes half-lidded and mouth already tingling from his heavy kisses. “Bad day?”

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;prop-anal (m.)

*second installment to the connotation trilogy

pairing: jungkook x reader (f) x taehyung

genre: smut, pwp, angst/humour, threesome, escort!au

warnings: dom!jk, switch!tae, explicit language, threesome, rough unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism, voyeurism, restraints, cum shot, cum eating, oral- male/female receiving, pussy slapping, ass play, tit fucking, oc has a size kink, mhm anal haha, body worship, last minute erotic asphyxiation lol

word count: 12.5k

synopsis; chemistry gets a lot more fun when there’s three entities involved

or alternatively; your boyfriend decides to contact a male escort service to help rid your relationship of tension.

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An Oath for Sinners, 3.

Genre | Vampire / Escort AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Reader.

Words | 20,754 words.

Conspectus | Min Yoongi needs some kind of hobby. A distraction much more sophisticated and preferably not so wholly illegal as blatant murder in order to satiate his esurient thirst and perdurable boredom.

But not even the dastard vampire himself thought he would find it in the bloodstream of a sightly girl who lives for diamonds in her pockets and Armani suits adorning her men.

Warnings | Blood drinking. Explicit masochistic sexual themes. Somewhat public masturbation. Handcuffing. Demeaning names. Aggressive dirty talk. Heavy swearing. Mild loss of control. Vulgar emphasis on bodily fluids. Basically, do not read if you are not into rough smut.

Chapters | One • Two • Three • Four (Finale)

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characters : escort!hoseok x reader  genre : fake-dating!au, smut, fluff, angst, wedding shit word count : 25k warnings : oral, slow burn smut, implied infidelity note : bc this is so long, i suggest reading it in ur browser

Arms aching, and palms sweating in the summer sunlight, you strolled through the street, carrying a large brown paper bag with groceries inside, most of them a little too heavy for you, and you silently cursed yourself for not bringing the car. The sun burning down into the skin if your neck, you longed for the air-conditioning in your apartment to relieve your sticky body from the heat.  Children laughed as they played with the water spraying from the fire hydrant at the side of the street where you’d lived for little over four years now, the lush green trees shading you momentarily from the harsh sunlight as you meandered on, huffing under your breath as you juggled the food you’d purchased. The area you’d chosen to call your home was oddly suburban, given the fact it was situated within a thriving city. It seemed the perfect place to raise kids, and you smiled to yourself as you pictured your own children playing carelessly in the sunshine.

Five years ago, you had met the love of your life – Kim Taehyung. He’d introduced himself at a frat party you had attended with your close friend, Ellie, and from the moment you’d locked eyes with him, something in you had known he was the one. He was handsome, unbelievably so, his sultry brown eyes watching you curiously from beneath a dark tuft of hair. He was every girl’s dream man; tall, dark and handsome, and he was all yours, and had been for half a decade now. He’d helped with your transition, having been knew to the city, and he was nothing but kind to you, almost too shy to ask you on a date before he finally worked up the courage. You’d been smitten, and nothing had changed even as the years passed – though you’d both settled into life together, you still loved him more than anything. He was your first love, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

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