Don't Put Out the Light Pt 1/2
So this bad boy is dedicated to kwonjiyongvips who asked for Hooker!Ji. It's my punishment for Jiyong being a tool in my other fic. :D
It's split into two parts cause I'm still working on the ending. Hope you enjoy!
Title: "Don't Put Out the Light" Pt 1/2
Rating: R
Genre: Pure Smut baby.
Warning:
Summary: Ji is a Hooker. Seungri is his John. Do you need more info?
In case you’d like a reference of what I looked at to whore Ji up, it’s these pics:
Any other whore!Ji pics you have would be greatly appreciated!
~*~
His legs ached from walking back and forth up the street. The rain from the night before had long soaked though his shoes and every step squelch squelch squelched.
‘Oh yea. Hey sexy.’ He whispered in depreciation to the night air. If that didn’t bring in the John, nothing would.
Roughly he kicked a rock in frustration. Rent was due in the morning and if he didn’t pull someone then he was going to have to get on his knees for the landlord again. Normally, that didn’t bother someone in his…profession, but the man was old, sweaty, and smelled like dead fish. He knew beggars couldn’t be choosers, but damn, even he had standards!
Headlights swept across the mostly deserted road and his heart leapt into his chest. Almost everyone else had been pulled already and it was just down to him and the stretched skank across the road. Thankfully they never had the same clientele or he’d have to kick her ass back to Sunday. The car slowed to a slow crawl. He couldn’t see what kind, but it looked expensive. And expensive meant, easy money. It was always the same. Middle aged fathers of two just trying to “get it out of their system.“ or “one last time.“ A couple of dances, a quick drop to his knees and then out the door with a wad of bills to keep him warm at night.
Sensually he rocked his hips to the side and put on his best ‘fuck me’ face. Please stop please stop please stop.. He held his breath and the car idled in front of him. He thought he’d lost the john when the window rolled down and a low voice beckoned him over.
Finally.
Swinging his hips like a good hooker should, he sauntered up to the window, fully prepared to take whatever old dirty man was in the car. His breath caught in his throat when he leaned over and saw a…boy.
“Are you even legal?!” He cried out before immediately regretting it. This boy, however young was gorgeous and currently the only thing between him and fish man.
“Are you?” He threw back, raising an eyebrow. Touché. Ji just shrugged and smiled naughtily at the boy.
“Do you want me to be?” The boy laughed sharply, but he could tell it was in good humor more than annoyance.
“And just how much will this bantering cost me?”
“It’s $600 an hour.” He bluffed hoping the boy wouldn’t know the difference between a $1000 whore and a $10 one. When the boy merely rose an eye brown again, he knew he was caught. He sighed and leaned back off the window.
“Fine, it’s $300 but if you really wanna have fun, I’ll grab my bag of tricks and we can party for only $400.”
The boy seemed to think it over before leaning to push the car door open with a smile that unnerved him.
“I have my own bag of tricks.”
Somehow that didn’t make Ji feel better at all.
~*~
The hotel was classy. Way too classy to be strutting though in jeans so tight the man behind him could probably read his credit card number in his back pocket. The boy walked through the lobby like he owned the place and no one proved him otherwise. Jiyong followed closely lest they try to throw him out. The elevator ride was long. Too long. A women next to him kept glancing out of the corner of her eye and clicking her tounge in disapproval. Ji looked forward at his reflection in the doors and knew how out of place he was. His top was not nearly as tight as his jeans, but it hung off one shoulder and gave way to sharp collar bones. Suddenly self conscious, he shifted it so it covered most of his thin frame. Quick movement from his side pulled it back down farther to reveal the top of one nipple.
“Don’t. I like it that way.” Damn that boy and his sex voice. It sent shivers straight to his cock. Well…not so much straight. Not much about him was straight. The elevator couldn’t have dinged fast enough. He rushed out the door. Being around normal people was always confusing. Give him a dark alley or a scummy motel any day. At least those people didn’t hide anything. They were scum and everyone knew it from the second they shoved their dirty money at him. A quick dirty fuck. That’s all they wanted.
But normal people? Normal people liked to play pretend. They tied him up and used expensive toys that never felt very good but forced him to pretend right along that ’hell yes, do it again it feels so good’ when it was leaving bruises that would last for weeks.
He glanced behind him at the woman and found her staring at his ass fondly. See, pretend. He smirked. At least he could leave this place. They had to stay locked in their little pretend prisons forever.
The boy let him into a nice enough room. It was clean and bright an smelt like soap. Immediately, he flicked off all the lights but one.
“What do you want me to call you?” He whispered in his most seductive voice. It never ceased to amaze him what people would ask to be called. More people wanted to be called daddy that you might think.
“My name is Seunghyun, but you can call me Ri. It’ll be easier to scream out.” The fucking cheek of this boy, Ji just shrugged and kicked his shoes off to a dark corner. The bed was softer than it looked. He leisurely leaned over the side and ran his hands up the middle, sticking his ass in the air. He moaned and looked over his shoulder. Seunghyun was staring intently at his every movement.
“Well, then, Seunghyun, how do you want me?”
The boy growled and tossed him onto the center of the bed with ease. Crawling on all fours, he advanced on the smaller boy. Jiyong smirked and put his hands above his head in submission. “You want to play, first, huh?”
“I don’t play.” He reached up and grabbed the thin arms in one hand. Jiyong gasped at the firm grip and smiled again.
“Oh no?”
“No.” Unhurriedly, he pulled his arms in front of his chest and held them together steadily. “I win, Jiyong.”
It's split into two parts cause I'm still working on the ending. Hope you enjoy!
Title: "Don't Put Out the Light" Pt 1/2
Rating: R
Genre: Pure Smut baby.
Warning:
Summary: Ji is a Hooker. Seungri is his John. Do you need more info?
In case you’d like a reference of what I looked at to whore Ji up, it’s these pics:
Any other whore!Ji pics you have would be greatly appreciated!
~*~
His legs ached from walking back and forth up the street. The rain from the night before had long soaked though his shoes and every step squelch squelch squelched.
‘Oh yea. Hey sexy.’ He whispered in depreciation to the night air. If that didn’t bring in the John, nothing would.
Roughly he kicked a rock in frustration. Rent was due in the morning and if he didn’t pull someone then he was going to have to get on his knees for the landlord again. Normally, that didn’t bother someone in his…profession, but the man was old, sweaty, and smelled like dead fish. He knew beggars couldn’t be choosers, but damn, even he had standards!
Headlights swept across the mostly deserted road and his heart leapt into his chest. Almost everyone else had been pulled already and it was just down to him and the stretched skank across the road. Thankfully they never had the same clientele or he’d have to kick her ass back to Sunday. The car slowed to a slow crawl. He couldn’t see what kind, but it looked expensive. And expensive meant, easy money. It was always the same. Middle aged fathers of two just trying to “get it out of their system.“ or “one last time.“ A couple of dances, a quick drop to his knees and then out the door with a wad of bills to keep him warm at night.
Sensually he rocked his hips to the side and put on his best ‘fuck me’ face. Please stop please stop please stop.. He held his breath and the car idled in front of him. He thought he’d lost the john when the window rolled down and a low voice beckoned him over.
Finally.
Swinging his hips like a good hooker should, he sauntered up to the window, fully prepared to take whatever old dirty man was in the car. His breath caught in his throat when he leaned over and saw a…boy.
“Are you even legal?!” He cried out before immediately regretting it. This boy, however young was gorgeous and currently the only thing between him and fish man.
“Are you?” He threw back, raising an eyebrow. Touché. Ji just shrugged and smiled naughtily at the boy.
“Do you want me to be?” The boy laughed sharply, but he could tell it was in good humor more than annoyance.
“And just how much will this bantering cost me?”
“It’s $600 an hour.” He bluffed hoping the boy wouldn’t know the difference between a $1000 whore and a $10 one. When the boy merely rose an eye brown again, he knew he was caught. He sighed and leaned back off the window.
“Fine, it’s $300 but if you really wanna have fun, I’ll grab my bag of tricks and we can party for only $400.”
The boy seemed to think it over before leaning to push the car door open with a smile that unnerved him.
“I have my own bag of tricks.”
Somehow that didn’t make Ji feel better at all.
~*~
The hotel was classy. Way too classy to be strutting though in jeans so tight the man behind him could probably read his credit card number in his back pocket. The boy walked through the lobby like he owned the place and no one proved him otherwise. Jiyong followed closely lest they try to throw him out. The elevator ride was long. Too long. A women next to him kept glancing out of the corner of her eye and clicking her tounge in disapproval. Ji looked forward at his reflection in the doors and knew how out of place he was. His top was not nearly as tight as his jeans, but it hung off one shoulder and gave way to sharp collar bones. Suddenly self conscious, he shifted it so it covered most of his thin frame. Quick movement from his side pulled it back down farther to reveal the top of one nipple.
“Don’t. I like it that way.” Damn that boy and his sex voice. It sent shivers straight to his cock. Well…not so much straight. Not much about him was straight. The elevator couldn’t have dinged fast enough. He rushed out the door. Being around normal people was always confusing. Give him a dark alley or a scummy motel any day. At least those people didn’t hide anything. They were scum and everyone knew it from the second they shoved their dirty money at him. A quick dirty fuck. That’s all they wanted.
But normal people? Normal people liked to play pretend. They tied him up and used expensive toys that never felt very good but forced him to pretend right along that ’hell yes, do it again it feels so good’ when it was leaving bruises that would last for weeks.
He glanced behind him at the woman and found her staring at his ass fondly. See, pretend. He smirked. At least he could leave this place. They had to stay locked in their little pretend prisons forever.
The boy let him into a nice enough room. It was clean and bright an smelt like soap. Immediately, he flicked off all the lights but one.
“What do you want me to call you?” He whispered in his most seductive voice. It never ceased to amaze him what people would ask to be called. More people wanted to be called daddy that you might think.
“My name is Seunghyun, but you can call me Ri. It’ll be easier to scream out.” The fucking cheek of this boy, Ji just shrugged and kicked his shoes off to a dark corner. The bed was softer than it looked. He leisurely leaned over the side and ran his hands up the middle, sticking his ass in the air. He moaned and looked over his shoulder. Seunghyun was staring intently at his every movement.
“Well, then, Seunghyun, how do you want me?”
The boy growled and tossed him onto the center of the bed with ease. Crawling on all fours, he advanced on the smaller boy. Jiyong smirked and put his hands above his head in submission. “You want to play, first, huh?”
“I don’t play.” He reached up and grabbed the thin arms in one hand. Jiyong gasped at the firm grip and smiled again.
“Oh no?”
“No.” Unhurriedly, he pulled his arms in front of his chest and held them together steadily. “I win, Jiyong.”