NSFW! Venti x M!Reader Oneshots

Dom! Reader x Sub! Venti: Prostitute AU

Venti carfully applied the pinkish lipgloss, making sure to not get any on his clothes.

He was seeing a particularly rich client today; he had been warned by his boss to do exactly what they say.

Venti felt a bit unfortunate. Clients could decide makeup, outfits, and behaviors of the prostitutes in this brothel, and most chose heavy makeup and skimpy clothes. This client, however, chose simple natural-looking lipgloss and a catsuit with holes that exposed the hips and shoulders for Venti. It really made him wonder what the hell was going to happen.

Moreover, most of the visitors were women, because this was a brothel with only male workers. Of course, there was the occasional male client, and it was never fun. It almost always resulted in a sore ass and a neglected cock. Or an extreme urge to vomit on the client because of Venti's throat being fucked.

And this special client is, apparently, male. Biologically at least. Venti's conservitive boss tends to ignore prefered pronouns and instead go with bio ones, so Venti would have to make a point to ask the client what their pronouns are. This may be an empty job that he only took up for money, but Venti has decency.

Satisfied with the lipgloss, Venti put it down and walked into the room where he'd be waiting for the client. It wasn't his usual room; this one was much more lavish, and the sofa that Venti placed himself on was exceptionally soft and comfy.

'He likes 'em delicate an' small.'  Venti's boss had said. 'You're mighty tiny, so 'member to look fragile an' purty.'

Venti would like to say that he was perhaps the best in his brothel for looking 'fragile and pretty'. If he was a woman, Venti would no doubt be described as breedable.

Venti looked around the room, memorizing it to better follow his client's orders. He hated orders. But this was his job, and most of the time it was a decently fun one. He'd had a few clients that wanted to be bottom before.

Honestly, this brothel wasn't a bad place to work. Venti was supplied with a nice bedroom, healthy food, water and juice, and one day a week to do whatever he pleased. And it had amazing pay! If it wasn't for the rougher clients and conservative boss, it would actually be one of the best!

Besides... there was a reason as to why Venti took this job. He isn't quite as innocent as he looks.

Venti heard voices outside. He quickly re-arranged his sly expression into one of doe-eyed shyness, and placed his legs to be connected at the knees but splayed apart at the feet. A classic he used, which the clients often enjoyed.

The door swung open, and Venti locked eyes with his boss. The boss was quickly followed by an incredibly handsome young man, looking like he was Venti's age, mid-twenties.

"This 'ere is yer pro' 'situte." Venti's boss said, gesturing at Venti. Venti waved politely, giving the client his best shy smile. "'Is name's Venti. Delicate, jus' like you asked fer."

"Hello, Venti." His client said, walking over gracefully. Venti couldn't help but notice how soft the voice was. "My name is Y/n."

Venti was a bit suprised by Y/n politeness, in all honesty. Most clients just stood there assessing him until his boss left. "Hello." Venti said, gazing up at Y/n. The smile stayed on his face.

"Well, I'll leave ye to yer time." Venti's boss said, closing the door as he backed out of the room.

Y/n suprised Venti yet again by sitting down next to him on the sofa. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable." They said.

"Oh, it's fine." Venti replied quickly. "This... is my job."

Y/n nodded. "Well... do you mind if we move to the bed?"