Straykids smut & fluff

Bangchan-Escort pt.2

TW: Dacryphilia, coercion and dubcon to noncon. I DO NOT support any noncon or coercion behavior. Keep in mind that this is all fiction and any of these behavior shouldn't be participated in real life. It's really important with both partners consent before doing anything. 

Also any slut-shaming or discrimination towards escort workers will be deleted, cause' it's not okay to discriminate against any types of work especially this one.

Smut check: 🟥

Word count🌿: 5,9k 

In the quiet moments after that night with Chan, the relationship between the two of you changed. There were no longer days he called you over for sex, instead he began inviting you over for movie nights. 

It all began with simple movie nights, where the two of you would cozy up and cuddle on the couch. And those movie nights soon turned into shared moments in the evening in the kitchen where Chan would sneak up behind you and envelop you in a warm hug as he pressed down gentle kisses on your shoulder, as he murmured something inaudible against your neck. Something in between 'love' and 'mine', you're not sure.  And before you knew it, those movie nights turned into romantic dinners, with a carpet of roses strewn across the floor. With a table beautifully decorated with expensive wine, candles and with Chan standing in front of you with a bouquet in hand. With a radiant smile gracing his face and his charming dimple that you loved so much. 

In those sweet moments, you both acknowledged the unspoken bond that had formed between you. You weren't just "seller" and "customer" anymore, nor were you guys friends. You were more than that but not much enough to be considered lovers, occupied in a space somewhere in between friends and lovers. 

And perhaps that was exactly how you preferred it. In this hazy undefined connection, there were no expectations to fulfill, no boundaries to stop you from doing things.  And in those fleeting moments perhaps, just perhaps, you wouldn't in any possibility be able to break Chan's heart.

As you made your way towards the hotel with the man, his large, hairy hand wrapping tightly around your waist. You could feel a sense of unease gnawing at you. Every fiber of you, screaming at you to break free from his grasp, yet you don't. This was your livelihood, your only chance of survival in a world that offered few alternatives. 

In an attempt you do a subtle wiggle, hoping to loosen his hold without drawing attention. But your movements didn't go unnoticed. His gaze bore into you, a silent question lingering in the air. It was as if he could sense your unease, your silent plea for release from his grasp. 

You fucking pig, get your hand off me .

You cursed at him in your mind before forcing a smile to your lips that feels as artificial as it looks. 

He tightened his grip ever so slightly on your waist, a silent warning against any further attempts. And though his expression remained unchanged it's a reminder of your situation. With a silent nod and a feigned smile, you continued towards the hotel, your heart heavy with the weight of what was about to come next. 

Taking a step forward that's when you feel it, piercing eyes boring into you. A growth of panic washes over you as your eyes go wide in the direction your eyes point at, making you stop dead on the track.  You know all too well whose gaze it is, someone you hoped you'd never meet when you're out with other 'customers'. But wait a minute, why should you be panicked? There was nothing more to explain, this was simply it, your job, a way of survival in a harsh and unforgiving world, he should have known better.