#julian kaye x reader

[anna-hawk]

Getting down to business

Julian Kaye x F!Reader

Summary: You run across Julian Kaye on several occasions at the hotel your friend works at. Each time you see him, you are more and more fascinated by his easy charm. After one specific evening, you finally decide to make a business transaction with him in the hopes that Julian will be able to satisfy you in a way that no other man ever has.

Warning/Tags: oral sex (f!receiving), sex work, shy reader, body worship, fluff and smut

WC: 9.5k // Explicit 🔞

This is written for the Naughty or Nice Bernthirst Prompt Fest. The prompt was on the Naughty list and was “Keep your eyes open, look at me.” with Julian Kaye. Idk whose prompt it is, but I hope that I was able to work it into my initial idea well enough. I definitely had an incredible time writing for Julian, and it's some of the softest, yet still intense smut I've written. And we have a shy reader this time, which is also kind of a first for me.

Happy holidays everyone 🎉

Looking around yourself to take the whole restaurant in again, your eyes fell to the crystal chandelier hanging above the table you were sitting at with your three friends. It sparkled under the soft lights of the venue, giving the place an even more luxurious appearance than the rest of the decor already did. Your eyes travelled away from the chandelier and moved to the bar lying in your line of sight, where a man was sitting at, deep in conversation with the woman next to him. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what about him had attracted your eyes enough that you’d kept looking back towards him every few minutes since he’d sat down, but you’d found him intriguing right off the bat. He’d joined the woman he was still talking to a good twenty minutes ago, and she’d welcomed him with a seductive smile, which he’d returned with a sultry twist to his lips. They were nursing a glass of wine each, taking a sip here or there, as they kept their heads together while they spoke. You had no idea what they were talking about since, even if there hadn’t been some soft music playing, they were too far away for you to hear anything. From the body language, however, it was still pretty clear that they’d be leaving the hotel together. Or maybe get a room. 

You finally returned your attention to your friends, laughing when, Chloe, the birthday girl, got all excited as the waiter arrived with a small cake, three sparklers crackling on top of it. Clarissa, one of your two other friends, worked at the hotel and had managed to secure a table for tonight, the restaurant being fully booked on most evenings. The food was as delicious as expected, and the dessert proved just as good. While you were savoring the rich cream of the chocolate dessert, you glanced back to the man, only to find him standing and holding out his hand for the woman. You watched how she shot him a falsely coy smile before taking his hand and joining his side. 

“Looks like Julian has found a new client,” Clarissa chuckled next to you, and you noticed that she was looking in the same direction as you. 

“Julian?” You frowned curiously at her use of the word client. “Do you know him?”

“Sure. He’s an escort. He’s good friends with the head concierge, and the costumers he brings in are always super rich and leave huge tips. Well… I think they’re this generous because something else is huge,” Clarissa cackled at her joke, while Chloe and Zara snorted. 

Your eyes widened at the information. An escort? Looking him over with a new eye, you thought that he did fit the part. He was dressed to the nines, not a piece of clothing out of place, as was his impeccable hair, while the fitted suit he was wearing perfectly highlighted his body. He definitely looked like his clientele was from the upper crust. 

“Wonder how much a night with him is,” Chloe mused with an appreciative glance over her shoulder to look at the man while the two others laughed. 

“I don’t know, but I don’t think you could hire Julian Kaye with your teacher’s salary,” Clarissa winked at her, and Chloe flipped her off good-naturedly. 

“So he’s that good, huh?” you asked without meaning to as you watched Julian vanish towards the elevators with the woman. So they would be staying at the hotel. 

“From what I heard.” Clarissa shrugged. “I mean, he’s really nice and all, and he’s always super discreet with his clients. I’ve never been able to really overhear them talk whenever I was serving drinks while he was there. I think that’s what the ladies like about him… But rumor is that none of his clients ever left unsatisfied. You only need to see the looks on their faces when they leave,” she chuckled. 

The conversation steered into another direction after that, but your eyes kept returning to where the couple had left, like you were expecting to see them again and witness the proof of Clarissa’s words. Giving yourself a mental head shake as it happened for the fourth time, you forced yourself to stop and spent the rest of the evening steadfastly ignoring that corner of the hotel. 

A few days later, you made your way through the main hall of the hotel and towards the bar of the restaurant, intending to find Clarissa. You’d left a jacket at her place a few weeks earlier and had asked her to bring it today since the hotel was on your way home from work. 

Since it was late afternoon, there was only a low number of people at the bar. Julian Kaye was one of them, however. The man was sitting at the opposite end of the bar from where you were standing. This time, you were much closer to him than the first time you’d seen him, giving you the chance to take him in some more. He was sitting with his profile to you, giving you a perfect view of his chiseled jaw and the straight slope of his broad nose. Your eyes traveled to his lips as he smiled at something he was seeing on his phone, the relaxed expression looking at odds with the flirty smiles you’d seen a few nights earlier. Appearance wise, he looked just as fetching as the other day. This time, he was wearing a dark green suit that flattered his skin tone, and a pair of shiny black loafers. His hair fell slightly into his face from how he was leaning over the phone, but he brushed it back up by sliding his fingers through it. Watching him like this, you had no doubt that this man could have any woman he wanted. 

“Oh, hey, you’re already here.”

You blinked back to reality and turned your head away from Julian to face Clarissa, now standing across from you behind the bar. 

“Uh, yeah, hi, I was done earlier than expected, so I figured I could just grab a drink while I’m here before heading home.”

Clarissa beamed at your decision to stay for a while longer before she returned to the staff room to grab the jacket for you. You thanked her with a smile and plopped down on the stool in front of her. 

“The usual?” Clarissa asked, already reaching for a glass on the shelf behind her. 

You shrugged with a thoughtful look. “Why don’t you surprise me and mix something for me?” 

She grinned brightly and nodded excitedly; Clarissa was always sure to come up with some delicious cocktail. 

After you’d been chatting for some time while she busied herself with cleaning this or that item or serving customers, you suddenly noticed a tall form moving closer to you and a pleasant scent reaching your nose. Turning your head in the direction of the person, your eyes widened when you saw Julian standing barely a foot away from you as he leaned over the bar and towards Clarissa. 

“Hey, Clarissa, could you send us two whiskeys down there, please? Top shelf.” He extended a hand with a crisp dollar bill clamped between his index and middle finger. 

His voice was smooth and low as he spoke. It wasn’t particularly deep, but the soft, almost private sounding tone he used along with his friendly smile had a warm tingle running down your spine. 

“Coming right up,” Clarissa grinned, snagging the bill from his fingers and going to work instantly. 

Julian smiled back, before his face turned a bit and his eyes landed on you. You could feel your face heating under his attention, and were only able to stare at him wordlessly. His head titled faintly to the side as his lips pulled up more to one side. He was smirking at you, but there was only curious amusement in it. 

“You’re Clarissa’s friend?” he inquired, turning his whole body towards you this time. “Think I’ve seen you here a couple times before.”

Your eyes widened slightly at finding out that Julian had noticed you, even if it was only in relation to Clarissa. 

“Oh — um, yes.”

You didn’t get the chance to say anything more, since Clarissa came back with two tumblers of whiskey and pushed them over the dark wood of the bar and towards Julian.

“Here you go.” 

Julian grinned at her and picked the glasses up with a soft “Thank you”, then shot you a light wink before returning to the end of the bar where a woman was sitting. 

“He seems nice,” you mentioned to Clarissa in a completely fake nonchalant tone as you took a sip from your drink, not wanting to give away how curious you were about this Julian Kaye.  

“Julian? Yeah. Like I said the other day, he’s a really nice guy.” She held up the money he’d given her. “And a big tipper too. I’ve stopped trying to give him back any change, and he’s stopped telling me to keep it,” she said with a small laugh, moving to the side to finish the transaction with the till. 

“And the owner doesn’t mind him … working here?” you kept asking, glancing back towards Julian to see his lips pull into a playful smile at what the woman was telling him. He really had a beautiful mouth.

Clarissa shrugged. “It’s LA, right? I guess everyone wins in this situation and as long as there are no issues, no one really cares.”

You nodded, seeing her point. 

“Besides, it’s not like he’s here every night, either. He probably has his regulars here and there, and I know that he’s taken one or two of the women here to some fancy events.”

Humming at her explanation, you chose to change the subject, no matter how much you wanted to ask more questions. 

As you finally made your goodbyes twenty minutes later, you noticed that Julian was standing too and offering his arm to the woman. She seemed to be in her late 50s or early 60s, the plastic surgery she had gotten done making it harder to determine. As you slowly followed behind them to get to the exit of the restaurant, Julian noticed you as they stepped outside. He sent you a small smile and a nod of farewell, which you echoed shyly. You consciously refrained yourself from looking back at where he’d walked off to this time, and headed down in the opposite direction.

In the following days, your mind regularly returned to Julian. And his job. You had no doubt that the man actually had several clients over the whole city. He was beautiful and charming, and the way he looked at the person he was talking to made it seem like they had his full attention. You’d seen it during the two times he’d been talking to either of these women, but also when he’d talked to you. As short as the encounter had been, he’d really looked at you. 

Clarissa’s words also kept repeating in your head: Rumor is that none of his clients ever left unsatisfied. You bit the inside of your cheek each time you remembered that part and thought of his lips, wondering if… but then you shook your head, feeling ridiculous for entertaining that thought for even a second. 

That Saturday evening, you once again made your way through the hotel lobby and into the restaurant, looking for Clarissa. You and the girls were going out tonight, but Clarissa had to work a longer shift than anticipated due to one of her coworkers calling in sick. You’d offered to run by her place and pick up a few things for her so she could change at the hotel, and you’d go straight from there. 

Clarissa watched you approach with a bright smile, making grabby hands at the little bag you’d brought her with her stuff inside. 

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I thought the day would never end,” she sighed as you handed her the bag over the bar. “Thanks, I’ll be out front in a sec. Wanna drink something while you wait?” 

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sit down over there.” You motioned to one of the small bar tables with your chin. 

Clarissa nodded and ran through the ‘employees only’ door at the back of the bar. 

While you waited, you let your eyes move around the bar, absently looking at the patrons coming in and out of the restaurant. 

“You’re by yourself tonight?” asked a low voice close by, making your head jerk in its direction. 

Julian was standing to the side of your table, smiling down at you with this soft expression that you realized was his natural smile. Today, he’d gone for dark gray slacks and a burgundy button down shirt, the top two buttons undone and the jacket thrown over one arm. Your heart started beating faster at the sight of him and the attention that was directed solely on you. You took in a deep breath to calm yourself, doing it slowly and hoping that Julian didn’t notice it. 

“Uh, no. I’m waiting for Clarissa to get ready to leave.”

Julian gave you a once over, making more heat run over your face and neck. 

“Going somewhere?”

“Uh huh… I mean, yes. We’re trying out this new, uh, restaurant down town and… yeah.”

You wanted to sink through the floor with how awkward you felt. Smooth? You didn’t know them. 

“Yeah? What’s the place called?” 

If he noticed your distress, he didn’t show it. Instead, he seemed so honestly interested that it rendered you to an even bigger stuttering mess. 

“Oh, um…” you blinked a few times, unable to remember the name of the restaurant. “It was, uh… something Italian?” 

Julian’s mouth quirked to the side in amusement, but it wasn’t mocking. If anything, it looked actually sort of fond, which had your heart doing double time. You also had to force yourself to not let your eyes stare at his expressive mouth.

You jerked in your seat at the call of your name a moment later, breaking the spell Julian had put on you with his eyes alone, and swiveled your head to see Clarissa walking up to the table. 

“I’m ready when you are,” she announced with a grin, before she looked at Julian. “Hey, Julian.”

“Hey,” Julian smiled, right before someone called out his name from down the bar, and he turned towards the voice. 

You and Clarissa followed his gaze and found a woman dressed in an elegant jumpsuit waiting for Julian at the entrance of the restaurant. 

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse me… Have a nice evening at that Italian place,” Julian smiled charmingly at the two of you. “It was nice seeing you again,” he added just for you, and the way he said your name at the end had warmth curling in your belly.

Somehow, the simple use of your name also helped you make a choice about something that you hadn’t consciously been thinking about; or rather, not allowed yourself to really think about. 

“You too,” you managed, as you got up and joined Clarissa, a rush of nervousness and exhilaration washing over you at your decision. 

Julian smiled again and gave you a nod while you and Clarissa said goodbye. You watched him walk towards the woman with long and smooth strides, making you instantly picture a panther. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Clarissa said, checking her phone. “Zara just texted that they’re already there.” 

You nodded and followed her as you hurried out of the hotel. 

“What’s the name of the restaurant again, by the way? Josh asked me earlier, but I couldn’t remember,” she asked a minute later, as you walked towards the nearest subway station.  

“Leoncini’s,” you replied automatically, still lost in thought. 

You mentally facepalmed a second later because, of course, now you remembered the name. If you decided to go through with your plan, then you would have to make sure that you would be able to string along more than one coherent sentence. 

Several hours later and after a fun evening with the girls, you laid in bed but were unable to go to sleep despite your tiredness. You felt both absolutely ridiculous, but also incredibly excited about your decision, which had you going back and forth on going through with it or not. 

But you were so curious, and the thought of Julian doing this to you had you squeezing your legs together. The fact that you were paying for his services was the part that made you the most self-conscious. But then, at least you could be sure that he’d take care of you, right? 

Grabbing one of your pillows, you pressed it over your face and groaned into it with exasperation and frustration, leaving it there for a good minute. As you finally removed it, your face now hot from embarrassment and the pillow itself, you stared at the ceiling and breathed in deeply. Once. You were going to do this once. For yourself. 

Deciding on how to approach Julian about the whole thing took you several days of psyching yourself into actually doing it. It was one thing to decide that you wanted to do it, and another one to actually go through with it. One thing was certain, the only place you knew Julian to regularly be at was the hotel, which meant that Clarissa couldn’t be working on the day you went there. Thankfully, you talked about your respective jobs often enough that you knew when she was off the following week. You could only hope that Julian would be there as well, since Clarissa had told you that he wasn’t there every night. 

That Friday evening, you made sure to put extra care in what you were wearing. Julian would probably not be available the same night, which was fine by you, but you still wanted to look your best while making your request. 

Your heart was beating like crazy during the whole time it took you to get to the hotel, and you had to shake out your hands before going in to stop your nervous twitching. With one final deep breath, you walked through the lobby, nodding at the person behind the reception desk since you knew them — hopefully he wouldn’t tell Clarissa about seeing you today — and entered the restaurant. You scanned the bar and the tables lined up in front of it. Not seeing him, you looked towards the restaurant tables, but you were just as unsuccessful in finding Julian. Heaving a sigh, you bit over your lower lip, wondering about what to do. You couldn’t be sure that he would come at all, but maybe he’d be in a little later. With a look at the bar, you chose to take a seat there and have a drink. Thankfully, you didn’t remember meeting the bartender who took your order. 

Nearly a whole hour passed before you started to think that tonight would be one of those nights where Julian wouldn’t show up. You checked your phone for the time again, and sighed, about to get up, when you heard laughter and lifted your head towards the doors. Julian, dressed in a deep blue suit, walked through them with another man, the latter laughing loudly, while Julian chuckled and shook his head. Your heart, which had had the time to calm down in the past hour, found the same nervous rhythm as when you’d first arrived. You closed your hands into fists over your thighs before rubbing your palms over them. Julian was walking in your direction, and you tried to angle your body so he would see that it was you, but also not make it obvious that you were hoping that he’d see you. Picking up your second drink and surreptitiously glancing up from under your lashes as you watched them come closer, you saw Julian listening to something the other man was saying while letting his eyes drift over the room. Recognition sparked in his eyes as his gaze landed on you. You met his eyes when his lips pulled into a smile, and sent him a small one in return. 

“Hey, how’re you doing?” Julian asked, stopping at your level. 

“Good, thank you,” you smiled, turning your glass in your hands before stopping the nervous motion. 

Julian looked around the bar and tilted his head. 

“Clarissa here?” 

Your eyes widened briefly at his question. Of course, he supposed you were here for Clarissa again. 

“Uh, no, she’s off today.”

Julian’s eyes went back to you, but you were unable to meet them. You stared into your glass instead. 

“Julian?” asked the other man after a beat of silence. 

You lifted your eyes again to see Julian looking at the man and nodding. 

“Have a good evening,” Julian said with a small smile directed at you and began walking again. 

Shit. You’d had the perfect opportunity, but you totally blew it by not engaging more with him, and now he was walking away. 

Feeling like a fool, you stared at his slowly retreating back and sighed loudly.

“Julian!” 

Julian looked back at you with the same surprise that you were feeling, since you hadn’t consciously decided to call out his name. Tightening your jaw with new resolve, you put your drink back on the bar and slid from the stool to take a step in Julian’s direction. 

“Do you maybe have a minute?” 

Frowning slightly for a second, Julian shot a look towards the other man. 

“I’ll join you later,” he told him. 

The man gave you a quizzical look, but agreed and continued on alone.

With his hands in the pockets of his pants, Julian slowly walked back to you, stopping a few feet away. 

“What’s-”

“Could we do this somewhere more private?” you cut in, nervously glancing around you and wringing your hands. 

Frowning again and squinting at you curiously, Julian motioned for you to follow him out of the restaurant and towards a somewhat secluded alcove. 

“What can I do for you, Sweetheart?” 

Your heart missed a beat at the endearment. By the way he was looking at you and his soft tone, Julian was clearly concerned about your need to talk to him. It took you another second to find your voice again and get your thoughts in order. 

“Okay, so, um… First off, I need this to stay between us. Clarissa can’t know, okay?”

Julian nodded slowly, one eyebrow lifting questioningly. 

“Of course.”

Nodding as well, you blew out a loud breath and uttered a small, nervous laugh. Now or never.

“Right, so…” you stalled for a second before powering on. “I’d like to… um… hire your services?”

Now both of Julian’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, as he’d clearly not expected anything of the sort. His head tilted to one side as he considered you, his back straightening and his hands going back into his pants. 

“And what kind of services would you like?” he wondered, taking a step closer to you as his voice lowered, turning more private. 

Willing the heat of embarrassment suffusing your face away, you bit over your bottom lip and glanced into his eyes before looking away again. 

“I would like you to make me come with only your mouth,” you replied quietly, forcing the blunt words out so there wouldn’t be any doubts about what you wanted or expected from him. 

Julian was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. 

“That’s it? Nothing else?” 

Looking at his questioning eyes, you nodded with a one-sided shrug. 

“I’ve never been able to get there with my previous partners, so,” you trailed off with another self-conscious shrug. 

“Then you haven’t been with any decent men,” Julian said with an unimpressed look on his face at the knowledge that seemingly no one had made enough of an effort for you. 

A small, surprised laugh escaped you at the vehemence in his tone. 

“Maybe, I don’t know, but…” you sighed. “I tend to, you know, always be too much in my head. Like, I can’t fully let go, I guess.”

Julian observed you quietly for a few seconds. 

“What makes you think it’ll be different with me?”

You’d asked yourself the same question, so the answer came quickly this time. 

“I suppose, well, hope really, that since there’s no pressure whatsoever for anything else beyond that, I’ll be able to, well, get out of my head.” You laughed under your breath. “And I have more confidence that you know what you’re doing.”

Julian chuckled at the last part, and he hummed thoughtfully. 

“And when would you like this to happen?” 

“So you agree?” you asked, eyes wide at his easy acceptance. 

He huffed out a small laugh of equal surprise and let his eyes travel over you. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

Heat blooming on your face, you looked away with a small smile. 

“Well… I’m usually free on any nights, so… Whenever you’re free, I guess… And,” you hesitated for a second? “What do you charge for that?” 

Julian pulled out his phone from the inside of his jacket and scanned it for a minute. 

“How about tomorrow?” he suggested, throwing you a brief look over the top of his phone as he typed. 

“Oh… um, okay.”

“Here okay, or you wanna go somewhere else?” 

You’d thought about that and even considered asking him back to your place if he agreed, but you’d quickly decided that you’d rather it happen somewhere neutral. You laughed nervously.

“Here would be fine by me, but I can barely afford more than two drinks here once in a while without having to eat cup noodles for the following week. So paying you and a room…” you laughed with a grimace and let the end of the sentence unspoken, the meaning clear without you voicing it. You were in a luxury hotel, and the drinks definitely followed the general rates of the establishment. Only Clarissa working here got you a small discount. “I’ll have to think about-”

“Tell you what… I can usually get a room here without problem,” Julian told you with a smile. 

“Oh… Really? I guess… If you’re sure, then that would be… great.”

Nodding decisively, Julian shook his phone and motioned it at you. 

“Can I have your phone number?” 

“Oh… Yes, sure.”

You recited the number while Julian typed it into his phone, then your own vibrated in your purse.

“I sent you the rates,” Julian explained as you pulled your phone out of your purse. 

You stared at the price popping up in the texts. It was expensive, but far less than you had expected, which was a good thing. Looking back at Julian, you gave him a succession of quick nods of agreement. 

“Um… how… do you prefer your payments? Do I wire them or, um… ugh, I’m sorry for being so awkward about all this… I keep feeling like I’m going to say something really offensive and ask the wrong question at some point.” 

You huffed out an exasperated laugh and rubbed your palms over your arms. 

“Don’t be,” Julian smiled gently, leaning forward to catch your gaze, which you had averted during your muttering. “Never anything wrong with asking for what you want. Any woman should be taken care of the way she deserves to. That’s what I’m here for.”

You bit your lip at the heartfelt words, and gave him a small, grateful smile for putting you at ease. 

“As for your question. Wired, cash, however’s fine by me,” he added. 

“‘kay… Is there something… I should… be aware of? Like dos and don’ts?” 

Julian considered you for a little moment and shook his head minutely. 

“Think about what you’ll be comfortable doing. Or me doing to you. I’ll follow your lead. But we can always go with the flow, see how I can get you out of that pretty head of yours.” He pointed at your forehead with a small chuckle. 

“Oh… yeah, okay.” 

Your breathing ticked up a notch at his words. 

“Right… Wanna meet in this spot tomorrow around 9?”

“Yeah,” you stopped yourself from saying okay again. You couldn’t remember how often you must have said it tonight, or any variation of it.

“Good,” Julian smiled, pocketing his phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Tomorrow,” you smiled back, nodding. 

With a last nod of goodbye, Julian turned around and walked back into the restaurant, leaving you to stare after him with a still baffled expression. This was actually going to happen. You were going to have that gorgeous man’s mouth on you. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. 

When you woke up the next morning after barely getting any sleep the previous night from all the excitement and nervousness of what was to come, you started wondering if going to the hotel was the best idea. What if someone recognized you and saw you with Julian, only to tell Clarissa about it? Sure, it was none of her business, but you still didn’t feel like sharing what you were going to do with her or any of your two other friends. You couldn’t be sure that they’d understand; it was quite an unconventional request coming from you. 

After lying around in bed for an hour and going back and forth with your emotions on the matter, you finally put a lid on all of it and decided to just go for it. It was only tonight, you’d be discreet and even if someone saw you, what did they actually know that wouldn’t be anything more than wild assumptions? With a decisive nod, you got up and went about your day, trying to push any thoughts of that evening to the back of your mind so they wouldn’t distract you too much. Which you weren’t that successful at since you weren’t working and hadn’t planned anything in particular except for doing some chores. 

By the end of the day, you were a nervous wreck and only managed to go through the process of getting ready on autopilot. Before you knew it, it was ten minutes to nine, and you were, once again, standing in front of the hotel. Quickly going through the lobby and avoiding the reception desk just in case, you arrived at the alcove and found Julian already standing there. He was leaning against the wall, his stance relaxed with one ankle crossed over the other, while he looked at his phone. He’d gone for a charcoal suit with a dark red button down shirt. You swallowed at the outfit, as well as at his sharp jaw that looked freshly shaved and at his nose that scrunched up in thought. That gorgeous man would be yours for the night.

Julian’s head lifted as you came closer, his hair falling slightly into his eyes from the motion. Your breath caught as he smiled, one side of his mouth pulling up more than the other. 

“Hey,” he said and turned to you, taking a few steps in your direction to meet you halfway while his eyes swept over you. “You look beautiful.”

“Hey,” you replied in kind, except that it came out breathless and almost inaudible. “Thank you,” you managed after another breath, your face feeling hot. 

“Is there something you’d like to do before we go up or…?” Julian inquired, putting his hands in his pockets, but still leaning closer to you. 

“Um, no, I think I’m good,” you muttered, trying to get your heart beat under control. 

Julian nodded with a small smile and extended an arm in the direction you were going into before leading the way. As you silently followed him to the elevators, you glanced down at his hands that were still sitting in his pants. He hadn’t touched you at all. He’d come closer, as he’d done yesterday evening, talked in a seductive voice, but he hadn’t touched you, keeping his hands to himself at all times. As excited for that to change as you were, you realized that he was doing it on purpose and clearly for your sake, considering how he hadn't refrained from touching his other clients. You felt immeasurably glad about him picking up on you being apprehensive of being touched in public. Thus far, Julian had been incredibly professional about everything. He had been surprised by your initial approach, but as soon as he’d understood what you were looking for, he’d never acted in any way or said anything to make you feel uncomfortable or ashamed about what you were asking for. You rode the elevator in silence, but you noticed that Julian was giving you furtive glances every few seconds. It wasn’t until you’d walked up to the suite’s door — yes, he’d gotten you a goddamn suite — that Julian finally spoke. 

“Just so we’re clear. Anything that is going to happen in this room, or not happen for that matter, is fully up to you. You choose that we stop here, that’s totally fine. Got it?”

You stared into his brown eyes, gentle and honest. Was your nervousness that obvious? You scoffed internally. Of course it was. You must have been fidgeting non-stop since the moment you’d seen him. 

“Got it,” you replied, infusing as much determination into your voice as possible. You did want this, after all. 

Julian nodded with a small smile and pulled a key card out of the inside of his jacket. He pressed it against the door handle, a click sounding instantly as the door unlocked. Taking a step to the side, Julian motioned for you to do the honors and open. With one last deep breath, you pulled down the handle and stepped into the room, only for that breath to whoosh out of you a second later as you took in the room. It was a small apartment rather than a room; it had a small living room dividing the room into two areas, a large bathroom showing through a door to the left, a balcony to the right, and the bedroom across from the entrance. The bed was bigger than any bed you’d ever slept in, and everything in the room showed off what a luxurious place the hotel was. 

“Please tell me you didn’t pay for this just for me. Julian, that’s-”

“I didn’t,” Julian assured you with a faint smile. 

You stared at him dubiously before looking around you again. 

“You got this for free?”

Julian shrugged noncommittally and walked to the mini fridge sitting next to the small couch to peer inside. 

You opened your mouth to insist on the matter, since you didn’t want Julian to pay any extravagant amounts of money for you, but Julian beat you to it. 

“Let’s just say that I have an agreement with the head concierge. This suite was available tonight, so he gave it to me.” 

You suddenly remembered Clarissa saying something along those lines during Chloe’s birthday dinner, and nodded, accepting the explanation. Julian smiled again as you slowly walked up to him while scanning the room and looking out at the city lights twinkling through the balcony doors and the bedroom windows.

“Do you wanna drink something?” Julian asked after he’d shrugged out of his jacket and let you take everything in. 

You looked back at him and then the mini fridge, which wasn’t that small for a mini fridge. 

“No, I’m fine, thanks,” you said softly, glancing at the couch and putting your purse on it. Biting your lip, you removed the envelope with the money from the purse and placed it on top of the fridge. 

Slowly returning your eyes to Julian, you saw him observing you quietly and not even glancing towards the envelope. You tried not to fidget as much as you wanted to under his attention, although your hands twitched at your sides as you forced yourself not to cross your arms. 

“Can I touch you?” he asked quietly, tilting his head minutely as he locked his gaze with yours.

“Well, considering what's supposed to happen, I think that you will have to touch me, yes,” you laughed awkwardly and bit over your bottom lip.

Julian came closer, standing toe to toe, and lifted a hand to stroke his fingers along your neck and to your nape. 

“I meant like this.” 

His voice was low and intimate and sent shivers down your spine, as did his fingers on your already hot skin. 

“Oh… um… yes, sure,” you breathed, unable to speak more loudly than a rough whisper.

He smiled, something soft but hiding more. You definitely wanted to find out about what this more entailed. 

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes were on your mouth, which parted in surprise at his question. 

“Isn't there like — I thought — Shit, I must sound so stupid but… is it, like, a misconception of mine or… I always kinda thought that kissing wasn't… part of this?” you babbled, as your brain tried to deal with his request and the idea of him kissing you.

Julian chuckled, amused, and stroked his thumb along your chin. 

“I'm not pretty woman.” 

You laughed under your breath and sucked in your lower lip, some of your anxiousness leaving you at his easy joking.

“No… but you're definitely a pretty man.”

Julian's mouth moved into a sweet and genuine grin before he leaned in closer until his lips were only an inch away from yours. 

“Some people don't like kissing. And I don't kiss all my clients… But I'd like to kiss you very much, if that's okay.” 

His voice was husky and soft, and you were unable to do anything more than stare into his brown eyes and nod. He smiled, soft and pleased, and moved in.

His lips grazed over yours and your eyes fell shut at the feeling. You slowly moved your lips against his, following his lead, as he alternated between pressing them more firmly against yours or retreating until the touch was barely there. Just as slowly, his other hand curled around your waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. It was only then that you finally lifted your hands as well. You slid them up his back and held on to the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder blades. Your grip tightened as Julian tentatively stroked his tongue along your top lip, requesting access to your mouth. Access which you willingly granted. You made a small sound at the first touch of his tongue against yours. How could he make you already so weak in the knees with only a kiss? What would happen when he got to what you were initially paying him for? When his mouth slid towards your jaw, you instantly tilted your head to the side and moaned at the feeling of his teeth teasing along your skin. He ultimately stopped at where your neck met your shoulder and gently sucked at the spot. 

“That okay?” he asked, his rougher voice making you shiver. 

“Uh huh,” you panted. 

After a minute of this, Julian’s mouth climbed up your neck again to reach your lips. 

“Can I undress you?” 

Your eyes opened a fraction as your fuzzy brain tried to process his question. As you bit your lip, Julian’s eyes slid to your mouth, before they returned to yours with… Could it be desire? Instead of contemplating what his look could possibly mean, you finally nodded in silent agreement before whispering a tiny, “Yes.” 

Smiling, Julian kissed you again and rendered you just as breathless as earlier before he even began going for your clothes. He slowly pulled you forward as he walked you towards the bedroom, his lips and tongue still drawing moans and sighs from you. As you reached the bed, Julian pressed one last kiss against your lips, then stepped around you until he was standing at your back. He started removing every piece of clothing with slow and deliberate care, while his mouth teased at your nape and shoulders or behind your ears. Your entire body was wracked by shivers the further he went, until you were a trembling mess once he had you fully naked. His large hands slid over your sides and to your stomach, the heat and touch of them making goosebumps rise in their wake. 

“Julian,” you gasped softly, not exactly knowing what you wanted to say. His name just fell from your lips at the gentle care he was handling you with. 

“You’re so responsive,” Julian said with a note of wonder, as his fingers trailed up your chest and tickled between your breasts. He let out a soft chuckle as you arched your back and pressed your head against him when he circled his index fingers around your areolas. “So responsive.” 

You exhaled sharply and moaned when he took both nipples between thumb and pointer finger and pinched them just the tiniest bit. By now, you could feel the dampness between your legs, and pressed your thighs together as Julian continued his sweet exploration. When you had asked him to make you come with his mouth, you had expected him to do just that; get you on a bed or couch and literally go down to business. Nothing more and nothing less. You certainly hadn’t thought that he’d treat you basically like a lover, touch you in ways that had never gotten this kind of reaction out of you. He’d commented on how responsive you were, but you had never reacted this way with anyone before, which either really said a lot about your previous partners or about Julian’s talent. Maybe a bit of both. One thing was certain, if this was the service he was giving to all his clients, then his reputation was no surprise. At all. 

As one of his hands moved down your belly and towards your hips, he paused as he reached just above your mound. 

“Can I use my hands too, or just my mouth?” he asked against the shell of your ear, getting yet another shiver out of you.

A wave of heat ran through you, and you felt yourself getting wetter still at the idea of having his fingers right there. 

“Yes,” you breathed, before realizing that this didn’t answer his question, and you swallowed before you elaborated as best as you could. “Your fingers.” 

Julian smiled against your skin, then licked his way down your neck and back up. 

“Spread your legs a bit for me?” 

Despite your shaky legs, you did as asked and widened your stance, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against your bare back. Julian hummed pleasantly and wrapped his arm around you just under your breasts before he let his other hand continue down its original path. Your mouth parted for your gasped out breaths as Julian slid two fingers between your legs to stroke them along your outer lips, as if testing your response. Both of your hands went to the arm around your chest and gripped it, as Julian moved one of the fingers to your center to gently slide it through your folds. 

“I think I’ll have a lot of fun making you come,” Julian said in a low tone, as he repeated the motion and lightly circled over your already pulsing clit. 

You keened at the touch, your head falling forward as Julian kept teasing and teasing over the same spot, the touch featherlight but still managing to light your nerve endings on fire. All through the haze of need, you still realized that Julian hadn’t said “try to make you come”, instead, he was clearly confident that he would. By how this was going, you were less and less uncertain as well. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable on the bed?” he suggested after a minute.

Thankfully, and Julian probably knew to do it from experience, he didn’t pull back from you immediately after his request and let you gather your bearings enough to no topple over once he wouldn’t be behind you anymore. He slowly let go of you and let you walk out of his space in your own time. If you were honest with yourself, you could have stayed right where you had been all night, as long as Julian kept talking and touching you the way he’d done so far. Now that he wasn’t touching you anymore, a bit of self-consciousness returned, which stopped you from looking at him as you moved towards the bed and reclined on top of it, feeling suddenly exposed. Especially since he was still fully dressed. 

“Look at me,” Julian said softly. It was a request, not an order.

It was this small difference that made you do as asked. You slowly met his gaze, and saw him smiling at you tenderly as he knelt on the foot end of the bed. 

“You’re beautiful, Sweetheart.”

You uttered a surprised and shaky laugh and closed your eyes for a moment. When you looked back at him, you gave him a small smile and managed to relax against the pillows. Clearly pleased by your reaction, Julian pressed his other knee to the bed as well and moved up until his was kneeling in front of you. You’d bend your legs at the knees but had squeezed your thighs together. With his eyes on your face, Julian leaned down and placed a small kiss on each of your kneecaps, a tiny smile on his lips. The act had you giggling lightly and exhaling a deep breath. Your lips parted as Julian’s hands drifted down the outside of your thighs, only to move back up again, the touch soothing but also turning you on some more. You observed him as he kept pressing kisses along your knees, silently waiting for you to part your legs. As soon as you did, Julian shot you a pleased smile and proceeded to do the same thing he’d been doing to the outside of your thighs, but on the inside this time, and with his mouth. Air rushed past your lips at the ticklish yet arousing touch. You were unable to tear your eyes away from Julian’s head as he went further down until his mouth stopped at the juncture between hips and thighs. You were panting in anticipation at the idea of Julian finally moving to your center, except that he had other plans. He quickly turned his head to the other side and did the same as with the other leg but in the reverse, kissing his way up, until he was back at your knee. The small smirk he sent you had you groaning and squeezing your eyes shut. He was teasing you deliberately, and you had to admit that you liked it a lot. Your stomach quivered with need. Julian knew how to drive you high without even touching you where you needed him the most. 

“Julian,” you breathed, as your fingers gripped the comforter at your hips. “Please?” 

Julian ducked his head and shook it with a small, affectionate laugh. 

“So responsive,” he mumbled, as if to himself. “Keep your eyes open,” he added with one last glance at you, before he knelt down all the way and pressed a long kiss against your mound. 

Your mouth fell open as his tongue slowly flicked out and made its way down your outer lips. He traced patterns over them in such a way that you had no idea what he would be doing next; up, down, left, right, but never in the same order. At the first pass of his tongue through your folds, your eyes opened wide and the air came whooshing out of your throat sharply, accompanied by a surprised moan. Julian went slowly, taking his time as he drew his tongue over every part of you, leaving nothing untouched. When he began suckling at your lips teasingly, one of your hands automatically went to his head, your fingers gripping his soft hair. 

“So — sorry,” you gasped at Julian’s grunt, and instantly let go of his hair. 

Before you could retreat your hand all the way, Julian’s own hand shot out to snatch your wrist and pull your hand back to his head. 

“Go ahead,” he said, looking up at you with intense eyes. 

He spoke against your flesh, and the rush of air and small vibrations caused by his words had you uttering a small gasp. Licking your lips, you slid your fingers through his hair again. He had you tightening your grip again a second later when, with his eyes still on you, Julian sucked your clit right into his mouth. You cried out at the unexpected move and the pleasure coming from it. Your hips bucked into his face, and you had the need to apologize for that too, but Julian only groaned and held you tighter to him with his arms around your thighs. He took it easy after the first initial suck, clearly wanting to take his time there as well and not overwhelm you. You were grateful for that, since you were still unsure if hard and fast could do it for you, no matter how aroused you were after the foreplay. He still kept your hips from moving too much, making you take his ministrations with just the right intensity. As he nibbled around your lips before tonguing your clit with light strokes, you felt one of his arms let go of your legs and the hand moving to under your thigh. 

“Only my mouth, or can I use my fingers too?” Julian asked again, except that this time, he meant if he could use them at the same time. Just the thought had you moaning without meaning to. How could you say no to having his talented mouth and gorgeous hands on you? 

“Both… I want… both,” you got out, panting rapidly. 

With his eyes on yours, Julian used his thumb to slowly rub through your drenched flesh, moving it up until he could press it against your clit and circle it a few times. You whimpered, unable to look away from him, and moaned long and high as he slid the thumb back to slip one of his large fingers inside you. As the second one followed, this time, you couldn’t keep your head from falling back and closing your eyes. Julian kept his fingers barely moving for a few seconds, before he had your eyes flying open again when his mouth descended on your clit to flick at it with the tip of his tongue. He sucked and lapped at his continuously, while his fingers started moving for real, curling against your walls with each plunge in and out. 

You were… a mess. 

Julian had transformed you into a moaning and begging ball of need, your fingers flexing in his hair or the comforter as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers on their own accord. It was with both surprise and no surprise that you felt the tendrils of your orgasm assembling in the spots where Julian was touching you. You could feel them coiling together, gathering and getting bigger and warmer as your belly contracted, and your legs began to shake without your control. 

“Julian,” you gasped, sounding nearly panicked at the idea that he could stop and rip this feeling away from you. 

But Julian never relented. He worked his mouth and lips like a magician with his best trick, his fingers adding the last element that had you suddenly flying over the edge with a shocked gasp as your hips bucked. Everything went white and silent as the peak of your orgasm hit you, pleasure of the most intense kind you’d ever felt with someone else being the only thing that registered with you. After the more intense part began to fade, you felt Julian kissing the inside of your thigh as he spoke to you in a low and soothing tone. Words of praise hit your ears and made your body glow with another form of pleasure. You slowly opened your eyes as you felt Julian coming to lie next to you on the bed, and turned your head to gaze at his smiling face. Since you were still drifting on the pleasure, you couldn’t even feel any form of embarrassment at the sight of his glistening nose, lips and chin. Julian reached across your body and pulled at the comforter to tug it around you. You smiled drowsily at the gesture and the softness of the fabric against your cooling skin. Julian held himself up on an elbow and put his head on his palm as he watched you. Despite the messy hair, which you were responsible for, the flushed and shiny face, and the wrinkled dress shirt, Julian still looked as gorgeous as always. Maybe even more so because he looked utterly relaxed and at ease. That thought had you wondering about Julian’s needs. Did he get aroused while doing this? Should he do something about it? Or maybe he didn’t get turned on at all and- 

No.

You forbid yourself from letting your mind go down that road. This wasn’t a relationship. Julian didn’t have to get turned on by any of it. This had been about you, and Julian had gone above and beyond what you could have ever expected from this. 

“Do you ever get actually turned on when you do something like that?” you asked anyway, your mouth not listening to your brain, apparently. “Wait, no, don’t answer that. I didn’t mean to ask this,” you groaned as you closed your eyes, and cursed under your breath. 

Julian didn’t seem fazed and chuckled softly. “You’re sure?”

You glanced back at him and huffed in thought. 

“I… I wasn’t asking if this…” you made a vague gesture at yourself as a whole. “Turned you on… I mean… I'm not expecting you to be… and I'm aware that escorts down always have sex with their clients but… um… I guess, I’m just… curious,” you sighed at the end of your word vomiting.

“About the mechanics?” Julian smiled, clearly not bothered by your curiosity or babbling. 

You thought about that term and nodded. It was a job, after all. Julian shrugged and for a second, he got a far away look that held such a strong note of sadness in it that you nearly stopped him from going on before the look vanished completely and Julian smiled again. 

“It’s a question of working with the moment, I guess. Creating a special connection with that person. Setting the mood… and, well, habit is a factor, I suppose. Let's say that being able to get it up is different from being turned on.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you took in the information. You were glad that you didn't ruin the moment and that he was willing to share as much. 

“Well, you sure know how to create that connection,” you laughed softly and turned on your side. 

Julian snorted softly through his nose and grinned at you, rubbing a hand over your covered arm once you faced him.

“Some connections are much easier to create than others.”

His soft look had you smiling and looking down, feeling suddenly shy again. 

“Thank you for doing this, Julian,” you muttered, glancing up at him once more. 

His hand moved to your face and his thumb stroked over your cheekbone in a gentle caress. 

“It was my absolute pleasure, Sweetheart.”

And you actually believed him. Believed that he’d enjoyed giving you this pleasure, no matter if you’d paid for it. 

You stared at him for a while, just looking, and Julian didn’t seem to mind. 

“Do you have to get back?” you asked at length, looking around yourself for a clock, but not finding any. 

Julian didn’t reply immediately, but he shrugged when you looked back at him. 

“I can stay a little while longer.”

That statement had you smiling and closing your eyes. Julian’s fingers played with your hair as you drifted for a while, his presence and the comfortable bed pulling you under.

The next time you opened your eyes, he was gone. You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep. It couldn’t have been that long, however, since it was still dark outside. Turning around with a long sigh, you glimpsed a folded piece of paper on the bedside table. You sat up to reach for it, the comforter falling around your waist as you moved. 

Please stay for as long as you want. The room’s all yours for the night. Take anything you need from the fridge, it’s on me. 

Julian

You smiled fondly at the neat script and put the note back on the table. 

A nice bath in a fancy hotel room sounded like the perfect way to end this incredible night. 

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[lucy-sky]

Friends and Benefits (Julian Kaye x f!Reader)

"You’ve never had that many friends, especially straight male ones. But somehow with Julian it was so easy. In a way, everyone in the escort business are actors and actresses. You play roles, depending on your client needs and requests, and at some point you get so used to it that you keep on playing even after the client leaves. With Julian, for the first time in ages you suddenly felt like yourself. He didn’t try to hit on you, and it was fine - you weren’t sure you needed a relationship at the time. You just genuinely liked each other, had a lot in common, and enjoyed each other’s company. There was a pinch of flirting between the two of you, but nothing more than that, and the both of you were okay with it."

This was supposed to an innocent night at your place, you and Julian just drinking, talking and chilling. A suddenly revealed fact about you leads to an offer that's gonna make the night way spicier.

Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Julian Kaye?

Warnings: the reader is in the escort buisiness as well as Julian; obviously smut

Words: 2 829; AO3 link

A/N: This is written for @bernthirst-events Naughty or Nice Prompt Fest 2023, and it's probably not great because I got super rusty. Last time i wrote something more than 1K words was on January 14th. So I apologize in advance :')

“Wait, wait, wait. No way. You serious?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod, taking a deep drag of the cigarette Julian just handed you.

“Not even once?”

“Nope. Okay, well… There were a couple of times I was close, you know, like… Really fucking close. But that’s it, believe it or not.”

When a couple of colleagues who also happen to be good friends meet up, what do they usually talk about? Right. Of course they talk about work. You and Julian are no exception, even considering your job. 

You met Julian Kaye about a year ago. At first you noticed each other at some fancy event you both attended with clients. You didn’t even need to ask him about his job, as well as he didn’t need to ask you either. People like you just know. For a while you kept seeing him here and there, he recognized you as well, but you didn’t really have a chance to talk. And then, on your night-off, you went out with the girls and saw him at the bar. Since he didn’t seem to be at work, you decided to finally come say hi. You ended up talking until closing hour.

You’ve never had that many friends, especially straight male ones. But somehow with Julian it was so easy. In a way, everyone in the escort business are actors and actresses. You play roles, depending on your client needs and requests, and at some point you get so used to it that you keep on playing even after the client leaves. With Julian, for the first time in ages you suddenly felt like yourself. He didn’t try to hit on you, and it was fine - you weren’t sure you needed a relationship at the time. You just genuinely liked each other, had a lot in common, and enjoyed each other’s company. There was a pinch of flirting between the two of you, but nothing more than that, and the both of you were okay with it.

Since then, no matter how busy you are, you and Julian try to meet up at least once a month. Sometimes you go to the bar or a party, but tonight you’re not really in the mood for a crowd, so you invited him to your apartment. Sitting on rocking chairs on your balcony (you bought them in a thrift store, and Julian likes to make fun of you having these rocking chairs like an old lady, but you know he loves them as much as you do), you drink wine, smoke, watch the city lights and talk.

As always, it started with funny stories about work. Julian told you about that time he almost got bitten by his client’s angry chihuahua, and you told him how a couple of weeks ago you had to hide from an unexpectedly arrived wife in a closet like in a bad anecdote. And as always, the more you drink, the more intimate your conversation gets. At some point you start to share your clients’ and your turn ons and offs, and you complain that most men get really turned on when the woman orgasms, and at the same time they’re totally unable to actually make her come.

“It’s ugh… They don’t even try! I mean… I can’t name any guy who made me come, to be completely honest.”

You said it just casually, but this sudden confession surprised Julian more than you expected.

“No way.”

“Oh yes way,” you laugh. “But like… You know I didn’t have any serious relationships. When I had my first boyfriend we were too young, and then… Kinda complicated considering the business, am I right? So it’s been a while since I had sex without being paid. And when you do that for work… Tell me how many of your clients actually cared for your pleasure, huh?”

“Yeah, guess you’re right,” Julian nods with a slightly bitter chuckle.

“I don’t blame them though. They pay for our service to please themselves. To be selfish. Desired. To not be judged. They don’t have to impress us, it’s just an easy way to feel the greatest and the hottest lover ever. So yeah, it’s not my fault I don’t come with them,” you take one more drag of your cigarette. “Although… You know, actually that’s something about me as well…”

“Nah, come on, there’s nothing wrong about you, sweetheart, it’s-”

“I didn’t say there’s something wrong about me, J,” you cut him off. “The thing is, when I work I always have to be in control. It’s like uh… It’s like a show, you know. Like I’m on stage, so I just can’t relax and lose it, you know what I mean?”

“I do, yeah.”

“So like… It is what it is,” you shrug. “Not a big deal. There’s plenty of ways I can please myself when I need to. And as for work… At least I know my show’s a damn good one,” you smirk.

“No doubts about that,” he returns a smile.

The conversation fades for a few moments, while Julian refills the glasses. You already feel tipsy, not too much, just relaxed and pleasantly warm despite the night air getting a bit chilly.

“You know,” Julian suddenly says, “Some of my clients tell me they keep seeing me because they’re tired of pretending. Husbands can’t make them feel good, and don’t really care ‘bout that, but I do.”

“Yeah, yeah. The sex is not exciting any more, so the husband calls me, and the wife calls you, and everyone is happy,” you chuckle. “It’s way easier than doing something about the relationship after all. Funny that they mostly think they’re doing it secretly, but everyone knows anyways.”

“One of them told me she already thought she couldn’t enjoy sex any more,” he continues, faint smirk on his lips.

“Oh, so now you’re showing off, Mister Sexy!” you laugh, giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

“I mean… It is what it is,” he shrugs with that adorable boyish laugh of his.

“I know you’re good, J,” you say it more seriously than expected.

“Yeah, uh… You know what, y/n… I just thought of something…”

“Yes?” you glance at him curiously.

“Pretty sure I could make you come for real.”

“What?” you almost choke on your wine, “Is that like… An offer?”

“Maybe.”

You notice that slight change in his voice and the way he looks at you. Somehow it gives you a strange tingle. You feel your cheeks warm up.

“You serious? And uh… Why’d you wanna do this? ‘Cause I already told you it’s not a big deal, so if you feel pity for me or something-”

“No, that’s not it, it-it’s just,” he stumbles a little, “When you said it’s been a while since you had sex without being paid… It’s been a while for me as well, and… You know what, forget it,” Julian shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair with an awkward smile. “Guess I’m just drunk already.”

“Actually I don’t mind.”

You surprise yourself when these words tumble from your lips. Guess you’re drunk too, but there’s definitely a sort of chemistry between the two of you that could work. You’ve always found Julian attractive, and the way he looks at you makes you think it’s mutual. Maybe you’ll regret this in the morning, but right now the idea of having casual sex with Julian Kaye doesn’t seem all that bad.

“Really?” Julian stares at you, his dark eyes scanning your expression. “You wanna?..”

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

He doesn’t say anything, just gets up off his chair, approaches and kneels next to you. He looks into your eyes for a few moments before bringing his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Then he reaches your hand and gets up, urging you to get on your feet as well. His fingers gently caress your cheek and the side of your neck before he leans in. He doesn’t capture your lips right away, it’s just a light touch of his nose against yours, a chaste press of lips, a soft lick of his tongue asking for invitation. You part your lips and the kiss is deep and unhurried. It tastes like wine and cigarettes but it’s so blissfully sweet your head is spinning. When did you have a kiss like that last time? Or maybe you’ve never had… Well, he’s a professional after all. It makes you think of something.

“Julian,” you whisper when your lips part, his hand on the back of your neck, foreheads pressed together as you catch a breath.

“Yeah?”

“I have one condition, okay? Let’s try to just be ourselves tonight. Otherwise… What’s the point of all that, am I right?”

“Okay,” his voice is a little husky, and you find it pretty hot.

“Okay,” you reach to get your glass from the table, bring it to your lips and drink down the remains of the wine in one big sip.

“Let’s get inside.”

“You know… You’re actually the first person I invited to this bed,” you murmur in between the kisses. Your clothes are already discarded, except for the underwear, and Julian’s deft fingers are already reaching to unclasp your bra.

“Really, am I?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s quite an honor,” he kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. “You smell nice.”

“That body lotion’s my favorite.”

“Like almond cookies,” he bites on your skin gently, careful not to leave the marks. You appreciate that. Sighing with pleasure you let your fingers run through his thick hair, as Julian slowly keeps kissing his way down your body. You must be crazy or too drunk, and maybe you’re on your way to ruin your friendship, but it feels too good to stop. The way he pinches your nipple between his fingers makes you shiver. You shift uncomfortably as the heat rises up in your core. A part of you wants to tell him you need more. Another part wants it to last longer. He continues his descent. Leaves a trail of kisses between your beasts and further down. He licks the skin of your lower belly, right above the waistband of your panties, fingers brushing the inside of your thighs. You still have your panties on, but you feel like you know where it’s going.

“Uhh… J?”

“Yeah?” he glances at you from between your thighs.

“Look… I’m pretty sure you can make me come with your tongue in no time. That’s too easy, man. I wanna come on your cock.”

“Yeah, I’ll make you come on my cock, darlin’, I promise you that,” he chuckles. “Just need to warm you up, you mind that?”

“Alright, do your magic.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he smiles, pulling down your underwear. You’re now completely naked, exposed for him, and maybe he’s not the love of your life and not even your boyfriend, but it feels way more intimate than with any client you’ve ever had. Even though there were times a client wanted to go down on you.

“Relax, okay, sweetheart? Will you do that for me?”

That’s it, that’s the difference. A client would never talk to you like that. He would never be that tender. Julian is incredibly good at that. Not that you had any doubts though. He kisses and licks and hums against you as if he’s tasting something absolutely delicious. Your soft moans become louder, fingers tug on his hair as you writhe. And then he adds his fingers to the mix, and your toes curl. 

“J, I… I’m gonna…”

“Shhh, I know, I know, baby,” he whispers soothingly, withdrawing his fingers, dripping with your arousal. “C’mere.”

He moves back up your body and kisses your mouth deeply, to which you eagerly respond.

“You’re enjoying yourself, do you? Making a mess out of me?” you pant as you pull back for air.

“I am, actually,” he admits, brushing your hair away from your heated face. “‘Cause you’re a beautiful mess, you should’ve seen yourself.”

He kisses you again, and you can’t wait any longer. Your hand skims down his belly and under the waistband of his boxers. Oh, you love the sound he makes when you start to slowly pump his length.

“You think we’re warm enough already?” you tease.

“Condoms?”

“Upper drawer.”

It’s impressive how fast Julian manages to get rid of his underpants, find the condom, tear its wrapper with his teeth and put it on with just a bit of assistance from your side. He’s pretty thick, and you can feel it as he slowly pushes inside you. It feels good, especially after all the foreplay.

“You good?” Julian asks as he bottoms out.

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m great,” he smiles and leans in to kiss you again before gently rocking his hips. He’s still unhurried, as if he wants you to get used to it. You suddenly think how nice it would’ve been if your very first sex was like that, not the mess you had with your first partner. Julian Kaye can really make a woman feel special. Although you know he wasn’t always such a talented lover. Everyone has their awkward moments. Everyone has moments they wish they could forget, especially when it comes to your job. It is what it is. There’s no point in regretting it. 

Julian doesn’t let you think about it for too long, he’s busy kissing your neck, breath hot against your skin as he gradually picks up speed. It still doesn’t feel like enough for you to come, but after a few thrusts he urges you to bend your knees a bit more and lift up your legs, and the sudden change of angle almost makes your eyes roll as he hits exactly the right spot.

“That good?” he whispers on your ear when you dig your nails in his shoulders, every thrust causing you to arch your back.

“Mmm… Keep going,” you manage to mumble. Your mind is clouded, walls already fluttering around his length, and it’s getting more and more intense with each snap of his hips. Julian is getting close as well, you can tell from the way he breathes, the noises he makes, his moves getting slightly more erratic. He nips on the crease of your neck and you don’t even care about any possible marks any longer. He’s a hot mess; he’s panting as he presses his forehead against yours and his hand finds its way between your bodies

“Look at me, sweetheart, c’mon. I know you’re close.”

He’s right - you feel like you’re getting close to something completely mind-shattering. With his fingers on your clit and his cock buried so deep within you, hitting what feels like all the sweet spots at once you’re balancing right on the edge.

“Oh fuck, J!..” you moan, throwing your head back.

“Keep your eyes on me, look at me, baby,” he urges you, gripping the back of your neck. “That’s it, just let yourself go, come for me. I know you can.”

You obey, meeting that intense gaze of his dark brown eyes, and finally, as if in response, your body finally gives in. The climax hits you with such a force you think you’re about to pass out. You gush beneath him, gasping and moaning, your walls pulsing and spasming around his length. Through the haze of your bliss you hear Julian’s low grunt as he climaxes too, shuddering against your body. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and for a while you just stay like that, holding each other, sweaty and breathless, getting down from your high and still shivering from the aftershocks.

“Hey,” you smile and let your shaky fingers run through his damp hair as he lifts his head to look you in the eye. “That was… Wow.”

“Yeah,” he hums and pecks on your lips.

“I have to return the favor next time.”

“What?” he laughs in surprise. “Nah, sweetheart. You don’t owe me nothing, no favors done.”

“Yeah, but… Come on, J. There must be something you want but don’t get much. Like… How often do you get a blowjob? Or a really nice massage? I’m quite good at that, actually.”

“Okay. You got me at massage.”

“You won’t regret it,” you smirk and lean in to kiss his lips and the bridge of his nose. His thumb caresses your cheekbone, and that soft look in his eyes makes your heart shrink with sudden tenderness towards him. It scares you a little, because it’s so new. You’re not quite sure what to do about it.

“Julian?”

“Mm?”

“We… didn’t just fuck up our friendship, did we?..”

“Course not,” he reassures, pressing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Guess we’re more like friends with benefits now though.”

“I’m fine with that if you are,” he shrugs.

“Okay,” you sigh with relief. “You wanna stay the night?”

“I’d like that.”

Thanks for reading!

No pressure tags: @darlingshane @anna-hawk @munsonownsmyass @itwasthereaminuteago @slavic-empress

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[darlingshane]

a little piece of heaven

Julian Kaye x GN!Reader

Summary: A little stroll in the park turns into a make out session with Julian.

Content/Warnings: Fluff, Making Out, Romantic, Crack, Established Relationship.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Bam Bam gets a cameo here cause this was inspired by the photoshoot I used in the banner above. And Julian looks exactly like that in this fic.

— Read below or at AO3.

It's hard to remember the last time you fell this hard for someone.

Everything before Julian is a hazed memory of a time you don't even miss or ever want to go back to. You doubt you even loved anyone as much as you love Julian Kaye. Your future is etched on every letter of his name. It's imprinted in those sweet eyes you've come to love so much. It's held in his hands as if it was made of fragile glass, with a stamp on the side that says — handle with care.

Sometimes it hits you out of the blue, how much you adore him. It feels like your heart is going to burst out of pure joy and love every time he smiles at you.

Today is one of those days. It's been a hectic week at work, and getting to have him for the weekend is what makes it all worthy.

His hand is warm and firm when it wraps against the cold of yours as you step in the same path together to go for a stroll across the park. The temperatures are milder now, the greens almost gone, and the beautiful landscape turns into soft oranges and yellows at golden hour. It's the loveliest time to be out, spending some quality time with him.

After having some food and coffee, you walk hand in hand, watching the mild breeze sweep the top of his hair that turns seemingly blonde for a moment as the sunlight hits directly on his head.

There's a light tug at your hand, and suddenly he’s guiding you to the nearest tree, framing your hips, pinning your back against the trunk of the broad tree while his tongue casts a spell on your lips. It draws the curve of your mouth, charming its way inside with practice ease. You can't resist the allure, he's truly mastered the art of enchanting you with something as simple as a lick or a nibble. It's just one of his many talents.

As your lips part on their own, you close your eyes and allow his tongue to slowly snake its way between your teeth, tempting your own to meet him in the middle. His mouth is a little piece of heaven, playing nice and tender, giving you a taste of the peach pie he had a few minutes ago along with his coffee.

Your palms smooth the delicate fabric of his green, cashmere sweater over his forearms, as his fingers slip under the hem of your top. His light feather-touch tickles your skin, and you can't help but faintly chuckle in his mouth. You squeeze his arm as a hint, cause he knows better than to brush his fingers like that on those sensitive spots, and they automatically slide to grab your ass instead.

The tender undoing of his kiss slowly intoxicates you, leaving you breathless, enticing your thirst to crave more from the endless well of desire that is his mouth. As your head spins along with the swirl of his tongue, the world momentarily disappears around you, and it’s only you and him, existing only for each other. It makes you feel safe and loved and warm altogether.

When he's had enough, he breaks from your lips, and traces the shape of your jaw with his pointer finger as his forehead leans against yours.

“What was that for?” you say under a breath, holding your hands to his sides.

“Do I need a reason to kiss you?”

Your lips curve up, “uh-uh.”

“Good.”

“Hey, do you wanna do something fun?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking that we could hit an open house in The Hills and pretend that we’re buyers.”

“That’s your idea of fun?” One of his eyebrows arches.

“No… the fun part comes when I pretend that I’m a medium and every time I enter a room I could say something very dramatic like – there’s an evil energy in this room. Someone died here… someone was murdered… — you know, to scare people away. I’ve done it before, it’s fun.”

“That’s dark. That’s not funny at all.”

“Pfft, you should see me, I put on quite the performance.”

“Maybe another time.”

“Oh, you wanna go home already?”

“Yeah, but just so I can show you something that is actually fun and that doesn’t involve dead people.”

“Hmm, what’s on your mind, Julian Kaye?” you prop your elbows on his shoulders and play with his hair.

“Well…” he starts as a dog circles around the tree, stopping at Julian’s feet to sniff his calves.

Julian turns his head to recognize the grey staffy pup, happily wagging his tail as if they knew each other.

“You know this dog?”

“Yeah, that’s Bam Bam,” Julian releases you and crouches down to pet the dog as the friendly animal sticks out his tongue to lick his face. “He lives around here. He’s a sweetheart.”

“That’s cute,” you pull out your phone from your pocket, take a couple of steps back to capture a few pictures of Julian widely smiling and baby-talking his furry friend.

When the owner beckons for his pet to come back, Julian stands up, waving at his neighbor and throwing a good boy at the dog as he dashes across the grass.

“You know, if you want us to live together, you should just say it,” Julian drapes an arm around your shoulders, resuming your walk. “We could check a few houses, but for real.”

“Where does that come from?” you link your elbow around his waist.

“I’m just saying… We don’t have to pretend to be buyers. We practically live together anyway. It'd be nice to come home to each other every day.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. We could get a dog too.”

“We should definitely get a dog.”

“But I still wanna do my bit in one of the houses.”

He scoffs, “you can do whatever you want, baby.”

“So, what were you going to tell me? What’s your idea of fun?”

Grinning, Julian places his mouth over your ear and purrs, “my idea of fun it’s to eat you all up and watch you turn into a mess, sweetheart.”

“You’re right,” you chuckle, “that’s a better idea than mine.”

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[dyns33]

Wanting more

Part 2 of my Julian Kaye x reader story

If she forgot about his job, life with Julian Kaye was pretty normal.

They had already created a sort of cocoon, a very domestic routine, and that hadn't really changed after their relationship became official.

After a few weeks, Y/N had asked Julian to come live with her. She had thought he would hesitate, too attached to his bachelor pad and his sense of independence. Scared too, because of his strange schedules.

But no, Julian had been very enthusiastic, collecting the few things he had in his motel to put them in her cupboards.

The schedules were still special. He sometimes came home very late, or after several days, totally exhausted. And he didn't talk about his day. He could not.

"First, I have a confidentiality agreement. And even if I changed the names, neither you nor I want to talk about my clients, and what I do with them."

"You can understand that I'm a little curious. And worried, when I see you so tired."

"Like everyone else when they come home from work, but everything is fine. I want to forget and only think about you. I only think about you all day."

Y/N wasn’t jealous.

She often told herself that she was not jealous. She had no reason to be. Julian loved her and he was just doing his job. Like an actor, a masseur or a doctor. He touched other bodies, but there was no feeling. It's a mechanical act, business, and when he came home, he had already moved on to something else.

To avoid a catastrophe, he had spoken to her a lot at the very beginning of their relationship. He had listed all the things his clients could ask him. He had presented Y/N to Lorenzo, his boss, so that he could also explain everything to her.

The one who had declared that their story could only end badly had understood that he had before him two people who loved each other deeply, and he had sighed.

“Julian never had a girlfriend.”

“I’ve had girlfriends, thank you.”

"Yeah, when you were twelve. Nothing serious since you started working. It's a first, and he tells you everything. No secrets, no shame. Maybe it'll work. The guy always follows the rules, you can trust him."

The rules were simple : the customer pays in advance, the customer says clearly what they want and what they don't want, they have no right to hurt or get attached to the gigolo, no refund.

There had been times when Julian had come home with marks. Bites, scratches, hickeys, hits. Most of the time he tried to hide them, keeping his distance for a few days.

He always apologized, as if it was his fault.

"They're not allowed to leave traces, but sometimes they act without thinking, and I don't have time to stop them. Sometimes I don't even notice."

"It's alright."

"I see this makes you sad. It's not alright."

Y/N kissed him to reassure him, repeating that she wasn't mad at him. He still continued to apologize.

Even though they weren't talking about his work, these marks and his late returns were a bit heavy. But there was nothing else. Julian didn't give any details. He took a long shower before coming home, washing away the lipstick, the perfume, everything that these women had left on him, on this body that belonged only to Y/N.

He wanted to show her, to reassure her, not being able to believe that she completely accepted the situation.

During one evening, he behaved as if he were with a client. It was the most horrible evening of their relationship.

"No. Stop, no." Y/N asked him, wanting to jump out of bed, trying not to cry.

"Baby, what's wrong ? Did I hurt you ?"

"It's so… cold. Violent. I don't feel like it's you."

"Because that's not me. Never me, and they're never you. I want you to know that, really know that."

"I know that, Julian. But thanks for showing me."

“I promise I’ll never show you that again.” he sighed as he took her in his arms, showing her his love and affection.

This was nothing new to Julian, but it had been a long time since he had known tenderness. Being in bed with a woman who just wanted to talk and hug him without asking for anything else. Who will prepare breakfast and dinner for him. Who loved spending time with him.

When her family and friends wanted to get to know her boyfriend, he begged her not to tell them what he was doing. He wasn't ashamed, and she wasn't ashamed, and Julian didn't care about being judged, but he didn't want others to judge Y/N.

They were going to ask prying questions, they were going to make stupid remarks, they might try to hire him to play a prank. It was too risky.

"Tell them I'm a coach, or a psychologist. It's basically the same thing. I get paid to help lonely, desperate people feel better for a few hours."

“What if they want to hire you ?”

“Impossible, I don’t take relatives as clients. I have to remain distant and objective.”

Even saying he was a coach, there were comments. Y/N's family thought Julian was superficial, flashy, with his muscles, his jewelry, his clothes. They were afraid he was with her for the money.

Which was ridiculous, since he had a lot more money than her. It happened that he earned in a week what she earned in a month. And in addition to helping pay the rent, the food, many things, he gave her gifts. Indecently expensive gifts.

"… There's really no need."

"To give a beautiful necklace to the most beautiful woman in the world ? No doubt, it's not necessary, but I want to. Try it."

“Julian, really, it’s too much.”

"For the car, okay, maybe it was a little too much, but it's just a little necklace. Please, I want to see you with it. I want to see it bounce between your tits when you are riding me.”

“You are impossible.” she mumbled as she felt her cheeks heat up, letting his hands caress her neck after attaching the necklace.

Y/N didn't really understand what was happening the evening when Julian prepared a romantic dinner, displaying a big smile. It wasn't a special day, even though he hadn't been around for several weeks, his hours seeming to have decreased.

Still with his proud smile, he placed two papers on the table. On the first piece of paper, there was a telephone number. The other was a check, of a fairly large amount.

"I don't understand." she said, looking at it, and seeing that the check was not for her, but in the name of Julian Kaye.

“My new phone number, and my first paycheck for my new job.”

"… What ?"

"I spoke with Lorenzo. For the past month, I have sometimes been a bouncer in his club, sometimes a bartender, and I give advice to new gigolos. It's not as well paid, but it's not bad. And as I'm not going to see my old clients again, I changed my number."

"Julian. Why ? You love your job."

"I love you more, and before you tell me that you're not ashamed, and that I can do whatever I want, it's not your fault. I kinda did it for you, but also for me. At first, I kept telling myself "think of Y/N, imagine that you are with her, and everything will be fine, then you come home, and you will really be with her". But I couldn't. They weren't you, and they were asking me things that you would never ask of me, and I was starting to be disgusted by these bodies, these skins, everything. I only wanted you. I said to myself, 'but what are you doing ? Sleeping in this bed, instead of being with her ?” So I talked to Lorenzo, and that’s it.”

Faced with Y/N's silence, Julian's smile faded a little, which saddened him. He seemed really proud to tell her this news. Over the past month, he had changed a lot of things for her, without her really noticing it, even if she was happy that he was home more often.

Slowly, she reached out to caress his cheek, sitting on his lap.

“Doesn’t that make you happy ?” he asked shyly.

"I just want you to be happy. Are you happ y?"

Julian looked at her with sparkling eyes before kissing her. Obviously, he was very happy and that was the only important thing.

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[stray-kaz]

Somehow I have made it to 100 followers! I think my writing might be the reason lol! Thanks, everybody!

#liss writes #liss speaks #frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #julian kaye x reader

[readerstories]

Okay so this little thingy is inspired by the American Gigolo gifs I keep seeing on my dash and is self indulgent.

Cause searching through the tags I haven’t seen a single fic with a male reader.

So here if this little drabble that is hopefully gonna turn into an actual fic someday, not just at uhhh… *checks watch* 3 AM.

Keep in mind I have only watched a few clips here and there (and gifs ofc). But anyways, here it is;

“How old do you think I am?” Julian looks up up and down, blinks.

“30-ish?” You laugh once, taking a deep drag of your drink.

“Good to know eating healthy during the week, and taking the shit my doctor prescribes me, actually fucking works.” You set your glass down with a clink, leaning back in your chair.

“Good guess since I’m extremely flattered, but I’m 42.” Julian eyes widen in surprise, then chuckles.

“Well, colored me surprised.”

“It’s a nice color on you.” That is the most forward flirt he has gotten from you all day.

Julian knows you have been flirting with him all day, every time you have spoken really, of course he does. He considers himself a bit of an expert on these matters.

He doesn’t reciprocate, but he doesn’t shoot you down either.

Somehow, for some reason this flirting feels….. a lot lighter than what the flirting from women usually is.

Less serious.

Less like you’re expecting anything to come from it.

You’re having fun, and despite himself, Julian finds himself in a similar mindset.

#julian kaye x reader #written

[montysstuffs]

🍒Cherry Pie 🍒

Dbf!Frank castle X fem reader

Sweet Virginia Jon bernthal>>>>>

AN: Just sooner quick little headcanons before I actually write the whole thing! This is literally all over the place! You can kinda say it’s more of a thought dump!

Minors DNI

•you’re having a bad day at work.

•Shows up to your job to grab your dad a pie for am upcoming bbq

•he stays with you on your break to comfort you

•you both sit in his car and talk about it

•he shushes you as you hug him in the passenger seat of your car.

•your makeup is getting smeared all over his hoodie

•he absolutely hates that you put in all of your effort to doll yourself up, just to have it run down your pretty face

•”you can quit babydoll, there’s nothing holding you back”

•”lemme take care of you, yeah?”

•definitely threatens to beat someone up.

•or as he calls it “set em straight”

•you’re ultimately the bigger person and say no to his offer of hurting someone in your honor

•when your break is over, he promises that he’ll go home to rest

•absolutely not

•he goes inside to grab a coffee while sitting in your section.

•reading a book that no doubt you gifted him a little bit ago

Smuuuuut

•He beckons you over and orders a slice of cherry pie

•He’s messy when he eats it, in more ways than one. He’ll put his thumb in his mouth and expertly suck off the excess cherry filling.

•and of course, two can play at that game

•bending over a table in front of him and letting him have a peek up your skirt/dress

•flirting and laughing boisterously at a group of frat bros that you’re server, just to make him jealous

•”I don’t get jealous easily by little boys, sweetheart.”

•gives you a ride back to his place and he shows you how much better an older man can be

•definitely smokes you out

•your pretty, glossy lips are leaving lip prints all over his cock and hips. The prints smearing as you bob your head.

•”no hands, baby. Lets see how good that mouth is.”

•Sitting on your knees on his floor as he slouches back on his couch. One hand holding the joint, the other cupping your cheek. Looking down at you as you struggle to take all of him without the help of your hands. Your hands are in little fists in your lap like an obedient girl.

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[denim-devil]

I HATE (with a burning passion) how small the Jon Bernthal x Male reader “community” Is…*cries

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[bernthirst-events]

Compilation Post

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[fairyheart]

Daggers Reblog Challenge

This is my reblog count for the Daggers Reblog Challenge hosted by @natrace

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#daggers reblog challenge

[anna-hawk]

Silhouette

Relationship: Julian Kaye x GN!Reader Fandom: American Gigolo Rating: M Word count: 2717

Summary: You work for a men's wear store and Julian comes in, looking for a new suit.

Additional tags and warnings: Flirting – Fluff – First meetings – Suggestive Themes

AO3 Link

This is the last thing I'm posting before starting work again. Hopefully, it won't take me too long to find my new rhythm.

You walk around the racks of formal jackets in the men’s wear store that you’re working at and check that all tags are visible and intact to pass the time. It’s a slow afternoon, and you’re bored out of your mind. Only a handful of people are currently in the store, and all of them have declined your offer to help look for something. Which leaves you with doing what you’re doing at the moment. You hold back a deep sigh and a yawn and look to your colleague at the register, who perks up as she sees a couple nearing her with a suit. 

You’re considering checking the inventory, despite knowing that it’s already been taken care of the previous afternoon, since you’d been the one doing it, when someone new walks through the doors. You can’t help staring for a moment as you watch the man stepping towards the most expensive side of the store, his hands skimming over the shoulders of the designer dress shirts. He’s dressed in casual clothes, but they have been carefully selected to highlight each aspect of the man’s body. His pants fit tightly over his hips and his truly deletable behind, while the material flows straighter over his long legs. His shirt hugs his torso and wide shoulders, highlighting the obviously well taken care of body that lies underneath. As you make your way over to him to offer your guidance, you find yourself observing his profile. He has a sharp jawline, a broad but alluring nose, and his lips have an intriguing curve. All of it sits under a mop of soft looking, dark brown hair. 

“Good afternoon,” you address him with a bright, professional smile, and have to clench your teeth together, so you don’t make a weird face or sound once the man has turned to face you. 

He has lovely, soft, brown eyes that also have a playful glint to them. Those eyes follow your finger as you introduce yourself and point to your name tag on the left side of your chest. 

“Welcome to Silhouette. Are you looking for something specific, or should I just let you browse through the store for now?” You’re proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady and professional as always. 

The man’s lips curve into a small, friendly smile, while his head slightly inclines to one side as he looks at you. 

“I’m good right now, but I might take you up on that offer in a minute.” 

“Of course. Just call me if you need anything,” you nod, and point to the section of the store that you take care of.

“Thank you.” The man gives you another charming smile and starts going through the shirt selection. 

“You’re welcome.” You take a few steps backwards before turning around and returning to your spot. 

A few more people enter the store, effectively getting you back to work as you show them to the requested sections or suggesting a specific piece of clothing when asked for your opinion. You keep throwing quick glances at the man from before, in case he’s looking for you. Hoping that he’s looking for you, if you’re being honest. Your job comes with the benefit of also getting to take care of beautiful men at times, and this man is at the top of the list of best-looking men. It’s particularly because of the natural and effortless charm that surrounds him. He holds himself tall and with confidence, but it’s not boastful or arrogant. 

Out of your peripherals, you notice him heading towards the changing rooms, and sigh dejectedly. Looks like he found what he needed without you. With a small twist of disappointment to your lips, you return your focus on the people milling around you in case someone asks for you. 

A few minutes later, one of your colleagues from another section walks up to you. 

“There’s this hot customer asking for you in the changing rooms,” she says with a wide grin. 

Your eyes widen, but you snort at the way your colleague winks at you and her have fun quip. 

You quickly make your way to the changing rooms. Because he’s waiting for you, and not because you’re excited that he called for you. Of course not… Right. You find him in the last one, the curtain to the stall fully open, and you have to physically stop yourself from just plain on staring at all the exposed skin. He’s standing with his back to you, sans shirt, and with only a pair of slacks on that seem a tad too big in the legs but sit perfectly on his behind. Your eyes glide over the smooth looking, tan skin and the tattoo written in Russian over the shoulder blades. You can also see more tattoos through the mirror he’s facing, and something about them makes you frown slightly. You don’t have the time to think more about them, since that’s when you catch his eyes watching you through the mirror, his expression amused. Your face feels warm under his gaze, and you quickly blink as you walk into the stall. 

“You asked for me, sir?” 

“I did,” he smiles as he turns and holds up two shirts. “Which one?” 

You stare at him for a second, confused. You’d thought that he’d need more help than just for choosing a color, but you’re on board with anything he asks. Lowering your eyes from his to look at the two shirts and then at the pants he picked, you frown and twist your lips to one side. You hear him chuckle and meet his gaze again. 

“That bad?” He asks, humor in his eyes. 

“No, both are great, but… if it’s not asking too much, where do you intend to wear this to?” You cross your arms as you think and go over the other colors you know you have for this shirt. 

“I’m meeting a … client for dinner at Nobu’s.”

You make a thoughtful sound at the name of that restaurant. It’s high end, but you can wear more relaxed attire as well. 

“As I said, those shirts would suit you well, but if you’re open to suggestions…” you deliberately trail off and lift your eyebrows at him expectantly. 

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.” He nods, visibly intrigued, and starts putting the two other shirts back on their respective hangers. 

You turn on your heels and quickly head to the racks where the shirts you’re looking for hang on. You slide them to the side one by one, looking for the color you’d been picturing in your head, and then for the size. He hadn’t told you his size, but it’s your job to figure it out. Finding the one you need, you pull it off the rack and hurry back to the changing rooms, your customer waiting with a curious smile as you close the curtains behind you. He lifts a hand for the shirt, but you remove it from the hanger that you put next to the two others on the right wall, and open the buttons before holding the shirt open for him. He obligingly turns around and lets you slip it over his arms and onto his shoulders, getting you that much closer to him and letting you catch a whiff of the warm fragrance he’s wearing. You step back a few paces and see him looking down at the shirt through the mirror. He turns to face you with a nod of agreement. The color suits him perfectly, and it would look good with the rest of his outfit. You force your eyes away from the skin that’s still showing through the open shirt. He’s not shirtless anymore, but somehow, with the shirt only sitting on his shoulders, he looks even sexier, if that’s even possible. 

He starts buttoning up the shirt, however, and you’re able to breathe a little easier. After fitting the shirt into the pants, his hands go to the cuffs, about to fasten them. 

“Sir? Allow me?” You tentatively ask, motioning to the sleeves. 

He blinks at you in surprise, but nods his assent. You step closer again and take one hand in both of yours to lift it slightly for you to work better on the sleeves. Instead of closing the cuff, you start rolling the fabric over itself, revealing his strong forearms. You have to swallow thickly at their sight. This man has stunning hands and arms. Is anything about him not ridiculously attractive? You repeat the same action with his other sleeve, while trying to ignore his eyes on you. 

“There,” you say at last, and grin at him. “You can move them back down, but also keep them that way and still look perfect for Nobu’s. Fashionable but relaxed.”

He stares down at himself and at his arms, before he turns to the mirror to observe himself. 

“Not bad.” He meets your eyes over his shoulder and nods with a pleased grin. “And it’s Julian, by the way.”

You blink once, twice, before returning his smile.

“Happy I could help, Julian… But…” You take a critical look at the slacks. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to make some adjustments to the pants.” You allow yourself to put your hands over his hips, keeping it professional and only explaining your thoughts. “Here, they fit perfectly.” You go down on one knee and pinch the fabric on the back of his thigh to get the pants to sit tighter. “But I’d take off an inch here. You have long legs, and that would make them stand out more.” 

Julian hums in understanding and pivots to you, getting your face level with his crotch. And, oh. You can tell, just from how the fabric stretches over it, that it’s hiding something impressive. You slowly slide your eyes up, until you reach his, only to find him watching you with curiosity. 

“How long would the changes take? My appointment is tomorrow,” he wonders, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“It can be done by tomorrow. I’ll just have to pin down the fabric and if you’re satisfied, you’ll be free to leave and get everything tomorrow.”

“I’m convinced you’ll make sure I’m satisfied,” he chuckles, with something deeper to it, and oh, he’s definitely flirting now. 

You try to hide the way you want to squirm at his change of tone, your body feeling hotter from it. 

“I will,” you breathe, before clearing your throat and getting up. “I’ll get the pins.” 

You fight the urge to run out of the changing room, glad to leave Julian’s presence before you do something stupid. You take a minute to slowly breathe in and out a few times after reaching the storage room and try to get your focus back before you return to Julian with pins, a notebook, and a measuring tape. 

He’s trying on the jacket over the shirt when you arrive, but removes it and puts it on the hanger after seeing you and waits for your instructions. 

“Just stay still, please.” You close the curtains once again and go to both your knees, this time, to begin pinning the fabric to the length you find more fitting.

You work methodically, jutting down an information or two in the notebook for the seamstress later. You lose yourself in your work, putting a pin between your lips, sliding the material together, taking the pin out of your mouth and carefully placing it in the pants. It helps you to not think about the fact that Julian is watching you throughout the whole process. You can practically feel his eyes on your exposed neck, but you remain concentrated. At least as much as you can once you change to the other leg and notice the slightly more prominent bulge at his crotch. It’s nothing obvious, but your face is right there. You close your eyes and breathe out as inconspicuously as possible, not wanting to show how affected you’re getting by his sheer presence. The fact that he’s reacting to your touch, as work related as you keep it, is having a thrill running through you. It’s obvious that he knows that you’re attracted to him, and it would be embarrassing if he wasn’t reacting to you as well, or behaving as gallantly as he is and not commenting on it. He’s not saying or doing anything besides watching you. You bite over your lower lip with the urge to glance up at him. 

“I’m almost done with the pins,” you comment after another minute, your voice barely louder than a whisper, and finally do look up. 

Heat floods your body. Your neck and face feel hot as you see his expression. His lips are quirked to one side in a faint smirk, not mocking, just highly entertained, but his eyes are alive with intensity, dark with something that has you swallowing hard. 

“Take your time,” he rasps. 

You can only nod and lean your head forward again. You lick your lips and breathe in deeply, before going back to finishing putting the rest of the pins in the pants. Leaning to the side to get the measuring tape, you begin by measuring from heel to knee. You force your hands to not tremble as you slide the tape from his knee to crotch, making sure to not actually touch anything you shouldn’t. You keep your head lowered as much as you can, not wanting Julian to read your emotions on your face. You write down the new information in the notebook sitting between your legs and start again with the other leg. With the curtains drawn and you being so close to him, you find yourself surrounded by his scent, his body exuding warmth from the repeated action of putting clothes on and off. And maybe something else. You can’t begin to image who Julian is, something about his tattoos telling you that there might be some hint of danger, but the pull that he has on you doesn’t feel dangerous at all. 

Taking a few other measurements, you’re done not long after that, and quickly get up without meeting his gaze, trying not to fumble with the tools you’d brought to work as you set them to the side. 

“Alright, you can take the pants off now, and I’ll take them with me. Would you like to purchase the rest of the clothes today, or should I put them to the side for you tomorrow?” You mentally pat yourself on the back for your even voice. 

“I’ll get them all tomorrow, if that’s alright with you.” 

“Of course.”

You see him remove the clothes through the corner of your eyes and purposely keep your back to him as you write more annotations in the notebook, giving him privacy. He hands you the clothes that he’s put back on their hanger, and you take them with a tiny smile and barely a glance at his face. He keeps moving behind you, the rustling sound of fabric continuing while he dresses into the clothes he’d come in with. You’re unfolding the sleeves of the shirt that he’ll be buying and smoothing them out with the thought of ironing the creases out before giving it to him tomorrow, when you feel him right behind you. 

“What time do you get off?” He breathes in a deep rumble right into your ear.

You exhale sharply, your eyes widening. 

“Whenever you decide, sir… I – I mean… At – at 7.” You clasp a palm over your mouth at your automatic response, your body burning with the highest of embarrassments.

Julian stills at your back, before a warm chuckle tickles the back of your neck.

“Is this what you like?” There's no hint of mockery in his tone, just genuine curiosity.

“No! I… I don't know. I… I've never-” you babble, your thoughts a mess. You have no idea where this came from. You only know that under all his sweet smiles, there's something that had you reacting that way.

“Hey, hey. You're alright.” He gently turns you around by the shoulders and makes you look into his kind eyes. “I can give you whatever you want… Whatever you need… But how about we start with dinner?”

Tagging because you've given me the most inspiration with your gifs: @darlingshane @lucy-sky

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[lucy-sky]

Cure for a Restless Heart (Julian Kaye x f!Reader)

Wet Wednesday prompts: showers; oral sex

When Julian is emotionally drained, you just want to give him the love he deserves.

Warnings: some angst and hurt-comfort, oral sex (both receiving), A LOT of feelings for Julian, I’m drowning in them, help

Words: 1305; AO3 link if you prefer reading there

You’ve never seen Julian that tired, even after a really tough and busy day in the kitchen. Right now it’s a different kind of exhaustion though - more emotional rather than physical, and you are not surprised.

This man’s childhood was far from being happy. You couldn’t know all the details of course, but what he told you was more than enough for you to understand that visiting his mom is not the easiest thing for Julian. Coming back to the place he grew up would inevitably bring back a lot of painful memories. Plus his mother… Well, let’s be fair. In a way she actually ruined his life, even if she did not fully understand what she was doing. You ask yourself if you could go back there if you were him, and the answer is - you are not so sure. 

But Julian Kaye’s got the biggest heart, despite how many times it got shuttered.

“I mean… Good or bad, she’s still my mother after all…” He told you in a broken voice, explaining his decision to go check on her a couple of days before Christmas.

You suggested going with him, but he politely declined your offer, vaguely telling you it’s better for him to go alone. You didn’t insist, just let him know that you’d be there for him if he needs it. He left early in the morning. Now it’s almost midnight, and he’s standing at your door. Seeing him like that makes your heart shrink, but a part of you is glad that he’s here, that he trusts you enough to come to your place in such a vulnerable state, searching for some sort of comfort after having twisted a knife in his old wounds.

“Hey,” you whisper softly as you let him in. Cupping his cheek, you press your lips against his in a gentle kiss before looking into his sad brown eyes.

“How did it go?”

“‘S okay,” he mumbles, clearing his throat. “She’s fine, uh… I cleaned up her place a little. Washed the dishes, took out the trash… She seemed to be glad to see me.”

“That’s good. You’re such a good son, J.”

He gives you a crooked smile.

“It’s just… She’s all alone up there. No one would do that for her if not me.”

“Right,” you take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He clearly is not in a very talkative mood right now, and that’s okay. He’s here, and that’s enough.

“You know what, I think you need a shower after a long drive, how ‘bout that?” you suggest, and he nods in reply.

Still holding his hand, you guide him to the bathroom and turn the water on while he takes off his clothes. Then you undress as well, getting rid of your t-shirt, pajama pants and underwear, and join him in the shower, pressing a kiss against his shoulder as he stands there, eyes closed, tilting his face to the warm sprays of water. Without saying a word, you reach for a sponge and shower gel. Julian seems a little baffled at first, but as you start gently rubbing the soapy sponge against his back and shoulders, the tension in his muscles slowly ebbs away under your touch, and he lets out a soft pleased hum at the sensation.

You wash his hair then, carefully massaging his scalp, hoping that if your affection won’t cure his troubled soul, at least it’s gonna make the troubled thoughts leave his mind for a while. Once you’re done, you wrap your arms around his torso and simply stay there, your chest pressed against his back as you embrace him. 

“Are you feeling better now?” you murmur against his warm damp skin.

“Much better, sweetheart, yeah,” his voice is quiet and filled with gratitude, his hand finds yours. “C’mere.”

You obey, facing him, and the smile on his lips is so tender and kind as he brings his hands to brush wet strands of hair away from your face. He frames your jaw - an already familiar gesture before he leans in for a kiss. It’s deep, warm and unhurried, and oh so sweet. You melt into it, moaning softly at the gentle touch of his tongue that still lingers when your lips part. He leaves a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his strong arms wrapping you in a tight hug. You hold each other for a while, enjoying this intimate moment of warmth and comfort. Julian’s hands slowly roam over your body, fingers brushing along the curve of your spine. He presses a kiss against your sternum, then further down your body, until he’s on his knees in front of you. His tongue gathers a few drops of water on your lower belly, the warmth of his breath dangerously close to your center.

“Wait, Julian,” you breathe out, and he looks up at you with glossy eyes, head tilting to the side. “It’s not about me, okay? It’s about you. You had a tough day, and I wanted to take care of you…”

“But you already did, sweetheart,” he smiles. “I-I wanna do this, okay? Wanna taste you. Will you let me?”

“Julian Kaye,” you giggle softly, carding your fingers through the damp strands of his hair. “You’re… absolutely unbelievable.”

He chuckles against your skin as he urges you to press your back against the tiles, placing your leg over his shoulder. A couple of kisses on the inside of your thigh, and then this sweet and greedy tongue of his dips between your folds, and you’re gone, because it’s heaven. No one does it better, apparently because he really enjoys it, and it doesn’t take long for him to make you come undone.

His cock is rock hard when he’s done with you, so you decide to return the favor, and he doesn’t seem to mind. Julian is more of a giver - in bed and sometimes in life as well. He knows how to make a woman feel good, how to make her feel really special, he makes it his goal every time he has sex. This is why you love having him like that - lost in his own pleasure, unable to think about anything else. Not trying to please you for a while, just letting you please him, you know he needs it. And you hope you’re making him feel special too. Because he really, truly is. 

You take your time, stroking up and down his length while your lips trail over his lower belly, pressing kisses along the hipbones. The way he throbs in your hand, twitches at the swirl of your tongue against the tip is more than satisfying, and the low grunt that escapes him as you take him into your mouth feels like the best reward. You work him slowly, thoroughly, until he’s nothing but a panting mess.

“‘M gonna come,” he warns hoarsely, and you pick up the pace, hollowing your cheeks, determined to make him see stars. He comes with a ragged moan, hips jerking as he spills his load down your throat. Catching a breath, he lets his fingers gently comb through your hair before helping you get on your feet, and you share another kiss, slow, tender and loving.  

After the shower, when you curl up in bed nestled against Julian’s chest, he whispers a soft “thank you, sweetheart” into your hair, and the warmth is spreading all over your body with these words. 

After all he’s been through, after everything he gives to others, Julian Kaye totally deserves quiet blissful moments like this. You can’t wash away all his troubled thoughts and traumas of his past, but you can make him feel loved. And maybe one day it will cure his restless heart.

Thank you for reading!

I hope it turned out okay because I personally don’t think I’m very good at writing blowjobs xDD I don’t even intended it at first, I wasn’t even sure if there’s gonna be any sex in this story, but as you can see, my hand slipped in the end, oops. (I mean come on... being in the shower with this man and not... you know... I am weak)

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[darlingshane]

> DRABBLEs & ONE-SHOTS – A Little Piece of Heaven (GN!Reader)

> EXPENSIVE DELIGHTS SERIES (masterpost) – Part 1: The Hotel ** – Part 2: The Apartment ** – Part 3: The Book Tour ** – Part 4: The Dragonfly **

** = Explicit – No use of y/n. No physical descriptions. – F!Reader unless stated otherwise. – Check out my main masterlist for other characters.

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[dyns33]

Wanting something

I didn't watch the series but I wanted to do something about Julian Kaye. I may do a second part, I'm not sure yet.

When Y/N had met Julian Kaye, she had initially thought he was going to ask her for money.

It was a little suspicious that a man like him would come and talk to a woman like her for no reason.

Then she had thought that he had lost a bet, or that he wanted to win a bet. A stupid, nasty bet.

Then, after several hours of talking and exchanging numbers, Y/N decided that he must just be strange, desperate, or with questionable taste.

In any case, Julian Kaye seemed to really like her, and for a month, it was bliss to be with him.

They saw each other at least four times a week, he treated her like a queen, listening to her, not rushing her, and not caring what others thought.

“Why would I care ?” he asked her. "I don't know them. They didn't know me, nor did they know you. They don't matter. I'm happy with you, that's the only thing that matters."

Y/N’s life wasn’t always easy. She wasn't very good with people, with social relationships. Her love life was quite empty. Her family was worried about her, and some of her colleagues made fun of her for it, saying that she was probably frigid.

With Julian, Y/N didn’t feel frigid. She felt loved, respected.

She wanted more.

On the evening that celebrated the first month of their meeting, she decided to do something special. She invited him to dinner at her place, cooking all day and they spent hours on the couch, talking, then kissing, until midnight.

Julian's cell phone then rang.

"Hmm. A month."

"Yes." she sneered, wanting to kiss him again. “A month exactly.”

“For more, you will have to make a new transfer.” he said politely, putting a finger to her mouth.

"… What ?"

"You paid for a month. I know, it's hard, but that's business. I'll let you think about it, you have my number."

He then left her alone on the sofa, totally lost.

In the end, Y/N had been right about one thing. Julian had approached her about money, but not her money.

She understood this when one of her colleagues, the worst of all, came to question her about the gigolo she and the others had hired to offer her a good time and unwind her.

According to her, it was a charitable act. He had to act like her boyfriend for a month, and Y/N might be less annoying after getting fucked good.

"I still bet it was wasted money, because you're so stuck up that you weren't going to jump on him, even if he got naked in front of you, his legs spread apart, with whipped cream on his chests. Was I right ? Did you have sex or not ?"

Y/N had never been so ashamed in her life. She locked herself in the toilet of the office to cry.

Julian's number was deleted. She didn't plan to see him again, ever.

It was by chance that they met in a bar. He had the nerve to smile at her as he raised his glass, which made her blood boil. Maybe the three drinks she had already had didn't help.

Instead of going home to save what little dignity she had left, she went to see him, hesitating between slapping him and insulting him.

"Good evening darling."

“I’m not your darling, you fucker.”

"…Excuse me ? Look, I'm sorry but the rules were clear. I have schedules to respect, I'm a professional. If you come and tell me that you're not satisfied, you told me that you chose the pace, so I followed. And if you fell in love or something stupid like that, I warned you about that too."

"Warned ? Warned ?! My lovely colleagues didn't give me the rules when they hired you, sorry ! You should be ashamed ! I thought… I should have known it was too good to be true… "

"… Wait. You didn't know ?"

He had been annoyed at first that she was angry with him, but Julian immediately calmed down when he realized that Y/N hadn't hired her. He thought she had hired her, he too had been somehow trapped.

He would never have accepted this contract if he had known.

"I sometimes get weird requests, from clients who want me to play a role. This request was simple, a romantic meeting, to play perfect boyfriend, don't talk about my job if you don't talk about it directly… Shit. Oh, Y/N, shit, I’m sorry. Really. Who are the bitches who did this ?”

Like a gentleman, he offered her a handkerchief, and he listened to her again, about her colleagues, about her relationships, gently stroking her arm to comfort her.

“Sorry…” she sobbed when she saw the time. "It's late. You have to work, I… I'll leave you be."

"No, it's okay. One day without. And a good lesson for me, I'll check my clients better the next time. I only make ladies cry if they ask me to."

This made her laugh. During their month together, Julian had made her laugh a lot. He was truly a charming man. Y/N tried not to think about it too much, telling her heart to shut up, because none of it had been true.

She did her best to forget, as the weeks passed normally. The work was painful, the others making fun of her even more than before. Their murmurs and laughter followed her everywhere. She was thinking of resigning soon.

One day at lunchtime the whispers continued, but they seemed different. She heard someone approach, putting a hand on her shoulder. Y/N sighed before turning around, expecting a colleague.

“… Julian ?”

"Hello darling." he replied, kissing her. “I came to kidnap you, we’re eating together today.”

"… Eh ?" was the smartest thing she could say.

A bit lost, she let Julian take her hand and lead her outside, to a small Italian restaurant, as if everything was perfectly normal.

He chuckled when he saw her look full of questions. He had thought a lot about what had happened, he hadn't liked that she was so hurt at all, and he wanted to teach her colleagues a little lesson.

"They think you're not good enough to seduce a guy like me ? Well, they're wrong."

“They’ll think I’m paying you.”

"Sweetheart. To pay for my services for more than a day, you must be rich or very in debt. I inquired, they contributed fourteen to pay my month's salary, it is impossible for me to be there because you give me money.”

The little game seemed to work. When Y/N returned to work, her colleagues were totally disturbed because they had seen it. They were even more disturbed when Julian came to pick her up in the evening, and when he returned again and again several times during the week.

It was a bit fun, she was willing to admit, but also difficult. Y/N tried to forget him, and that wasn't possible seeing him almost every day.

The worst part was that he also came to see her when she wasn't working, which seemed pointless. Her colleagues couldn't see them at her place. But Julien arrived with his flowers and his huge smile, taking a place on her sofa and asking her how her day was.

Y/N thought that maybe he didn't have many relationships outside of work. No friends. Nobod. Perhaps it did him good to talk with someone who didn't pay him and therefore didn't see him as a piece of meat or a product.

He told her about himself. About his past, his beginnings very young, much too young, in the industry. He talked about prison. He didn't hide anything from her, and Y/N felt that it was important, because he shouldn't talk about it often, if he ever talked about it.

It might sound crazy, but he loved his job. He would have been capable of doing anything else, but he liked to please, he liked to give pleasure to women, he liked to have a lot of money while lying by a swimming pool. He wasn't ashamed of it.

This continued for months. Y/N quit, considering when more of her horrible coworkers she could find a better job.

Julien continued to come. At her new job and at home. He also invited her to his place, where it was clear that he never invited anyone.

As they shared a bottle of champagne in front of a movie, Y/N leaned against him, a little drunk. He put his hand across her, his head against hers.

“We look like an old couple.” she joked.

"Hmm."

"It's nice. I wonder if I'll ever get that… I mean, for real."

Julian's head left hers, although his hand remained on her shoulder. Y/N felt that he was tense, that she had said something stupid, and the best thing to do would have been to say nothing, but she had been drinking, and she didn't think.

"I mean… Romantically. I'm not your type, it's okay. We're friends. It's great. I try to remember that we're just friends."

“Why do you say you’re not my type ?”

"Please…"

“You also think you’re not good enough to seduce a guy like me ?”

"I am not stupid."

“Well, you clearly kinda are.”

There were times in life when people forgot how to breathe. All that was left was the sound of their hearts pounding in their ears, and the feeling that something important was happening.

It took a little while for Y/N to remember how to breathe, and for her to slowly turn to Julian, who was still watching the movie.

“Julian…”

"No. Don't say anything. I know what you're going to say."

“What am I going to say ?”

"That you like me. But that my job is too weird for us to be together. I'm just a whore, very handsome, very nice, with money, but above all with a rotten past, a crappy apartment, the…"

"I love you."

"Stop."

Julian was not ashamed of his job, but he was aware that it closed certain doors to him, like love. A family life, a normal life. No one would want to date a gigolo. No one could talk about what he was doing. No one could trust him or be proud of him.

“Julian.” Y/N insisted. "I don't care about your work. Maybe it will be difficult, but I don't care. I love you. You told me how you started, you told me why you keep going, you're careful, you're professional. You… It doesn't matter if you don't like me, we can just be friends. But I love you, I really love you, I don't care about others. Remember ? I I don't care about anyone else."

She wasn't sure if he had meant that when he told her, but he looked at her intently, before kissing her.

When he told Lorenzo that he had found someone and wanted to change his schedule, his boss asked him if he had forgotten the rules.

But Y/N had technically never been one of his clients, not offering him a penny, so Julian declared that no, he had been very lucky to find love, someone who accepted him as he was. he was, this made his friend sigh.

“We’ll see how long this lasts.”

"Yes, we will see." Julian replied before hanging up to take Y/N in his arms, looking at her like the first day, like a man who wanted something.

He seemed satisfied when she pressed her lips against his.

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[stray-kaz]

Babes in Arms : Julian Kaye x reader FF : one

A/N: I do not have much of an idea where this is going, but sometimes ideas need to get out, whichever way they can.

Julian woke to a familiar arm slung over his waist and a small unfamiliar finger poking him hard on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw two small children staring curiously at him. A boy and a girl, sandy hair and blue eyes, holding hands and anxiously rocking back and forth on their toes.

“Who are you?” the boy asked, squeezing his younger sister’s hand.

“Uh... I’m Julian. Who are you?” he replied, voice laced with sleep.

“I’m Benji and this is Violet. Is Mama okay?”

The little boy tried to peer over the man on the bed, but Julian’s broad shoulders obscured his line of sight. He rolled up onto his elbow to keep the kids from glimpsing their naked mother still sleeping.

“Yeah, she’s fine, buddy. She’s just tired.”

But then he felt you stir next to him the sheet move as your hand slid over his abdomen and dropped by your side. You pulled yourself up and propped your chin on the hard edge of his shoulder, eyes widening when you saw your kids, five and two, shockingly aware of the strange man in your bed. You tried to rally quickly, thankful for Julian’s body shielding you.

“Morning, babies” you said with a slightly forced smile. “Did Ava drop you off already? Have you eaten?”

Ava was the young woman hired with the use of your deceased husband’s insurance payout. She cooked, since you were terrible at it, and helped with the children, occasionally having them stay overnight at her home so you could have a night to yourself, but she usually didn’t bring them back this early.

Before either child could respond, Ava burst into the room and you hauled the duvet up to cover yourself, eyes going wide once again. You felt and heard Julian’s huff of amusement as he turned on the bed to bury his nose in your neck, brown eyes peering up at the new intrusion.

Ava’s voice died on your name as she stared at the scene before her.

“I am so sorry! I know I don’t usually bring them home so early, but I have an appointment this morning I have to get to. They have had breakfast, they had pancakes. Do you need anything else?”

She looked so distraught, not sure where she should be looking, her teeth all but chewing a hole through her bottom lip. You waved a hand at her and smiled, also anxious.

“No, it’s fine, Ava. You can go. Don’t want you to be late for your appointment.”

Ava bobbed her head in a nod and dashed out of the room. Julian lifted the covers to check something before turning to you.

“Would you like me to fetch you clothes for the day, honey? I’m wearing underwear.”

He punctuated this last with a short, fond kiss to your shoulder and scrunched his nose at you. You nodded and he unfolded his long frame from the bed, stretching loose the muscles in his back and arms. He smiled at the kids and sauntered over to your wardrobe, aware of their gazes on him.

He flicked through the coat hangers, eventually returning with a pink blouse and pale wash jeans, holding them out to you for inspection. When you smiled your approval, he then riffled through your lingerie drawer for a clean bra and cotton underwear. He tossed these to you and chuckled as you fumbled under the covers to pull them on. You knelt on the bed to do up the buttons on the blouse, unaware of Julian’s gaze sweeping over your full breasts straining against the fabric of your shirt and the silvery streaked softness of your stomach, stretch marks and extra curves you had shown no other man but your husband. He bit his lip remembering you telling him this a week ago, anxious and self conscious but at the same time keening and flushed under his male gaze.

He watched you pulling the jeans on, the denim effortlessly sliding up your legs and thighs but catching slightly at your hips. You sucked in a breath to zip and button, then turned to smile at your children.

“So, you two. Do you want to go to the beach?”

Their blue eyes lit up and they sped out of the room, giggling, heading for the upstairs laundry which housed their swimming gear and towels. You turned to Julian with an apologetic smile.

“Just a few minutes” you told him. “I have to help them change.”

He nodded and gestured in the vaguest direction of the pile his clothes had ended up in the previous night.

“Not a problem” he assured you. “I’ll get dressed.”

You were almost to the door when he spoke your name, reeling you back to look at him, deft fingers already buttoning up his short sleeved shirt.

“Would you like some company?” he asked you. “To the beach, I mean.”

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise, especially when he started to shift his weight from foot to foot, as if suddenly nervous himself.

“Yes” you said finally, flushing with a smile. “I’d like that very much. Thank you.”

He dipped his head in another nod and you left the room, feet carrying you in the direction of your excited children.

*********

The sun beat down on the top of your head, only just protected by the floppy edged sunhat you had grabbed from the trunk of your car. You had slathered your kids in sunscreen and forced hats down on their heads before letting them loose to play in the sand and dig holes for a sand castle moat.

“So what happened to your husband, if you don’t mind me asking?”

A little taken aback by the question, you turned your head to see Julian lying stretched out on a towel, propped on an elbow, dark sunglasses perfectly obscuring his eyes. His navy shirt was open all the way down, exposing his chest to your eyes and causing your cheeks to heat all over again. His tattoos fascinated you; you had two but you didn’t think he’d noticed them yet.

Julian cleared his throat to drag your attention back to his face, which wore a very attractive and pointed smirk. You coughed quietly before answering him.

“Ah, heart attack” you murmured. “Bad one. It killed him quick.”

Dark eyebrows lifted above the sunglasses.

“Heart attack, huh? Rare in men your age.”

You blushed and turned your head to hide it from him, but he wasn’t having it. He sat up and leaned over to gently pull you back to face him. He pushed his sunglasses up into his hair so you could see his eyes, soft and meltingly brown.

“Why you hidin’, honey? Why hide from me? I got nothin’ to hide from you.”

You sighed heavily, sending strands of your hair up in the air.

“He was forty” you mumbled.

The corners of Julian’s perfectly sculpted lips quirked upwards and he moved quickly to roll you under him, the tip of his nose touching yours.

“You like older men, do you, honey?” he purred, then lightly brushed his lips over yours.

“Huh” was all you said, but it sounded pained and he laughed quietly as he rolled off you again and refocused his attention on Benji and Violet playing together.

“Did you love him?”

Your shoulders tensed and the air whooshed out of your lungs. You clasped your hands together, digging small half moons into your skin. Julian eyed you closely, wondering if he’d overstepped a line he hadn’t been looking out for. But then your hand crept across the sand between you and him and touched his hand; he flipped his palm and you threaded your fingers in between his, achingly aware of the brush of his skin on yours.

“Yes” you said softly. “Yes, I loved him. His kids loved him. They were so confused when he died, and I think they still are.“

Then, to your horror, tears began to spill down your cheeks and you batted them away hastily, praying Julian hadn’t seen them. But then you felt his mouth on your skin, kissing away the salt, and your breath hitched, heart pounding hard.

“Shh, shh” he murmured, tipping his forehead gently against yours. “It’s okay. You are allowed to still be grieving. The hurt doesn’t go away all in one go.”

You sniffed and nodded, swallowing hard.

“How did you get to be so wise?” you asked, laughing a little bitterly.

He grinned and kissed your nose.

“A life full of mistakes” he answered. “Mistakes and atonement.”

You nodded and didn’t ask him to elaborate as you leaned against his shoulder, letting him hold you up as you watched the two lights of your life play in the sun and sand.

**********

A long, hot day turned into a long, hot evening as Julian helped you carry the children into the house and up to their bedrooms. You smiled to yourself at the delicate way he held onto Violet, one hand pressed to her back in case she suddenly veered away from his chest in her sleep. She was leaning on him heavily, her thumb in her mouth, long lashes sweeping across her cheekbone.

One after the other, they curled up in their beds, sandy and a little browned, tummies full of hotdogs and ice cream. You kissed each sun warmed cheek, lingering over Benji’s curls. He was getting to be so big too fast, always taking care of his baby sister.

You returned to the doorway where Julian waited, gaze upturned to him and teeth digging into your bottom lip. He watched you and waited. At last, you were brave enough as his hands came to rest heavy and warm on your waist.

“Do you have anywhere you need to be tonight?” you asked him.

He shook his head, gaze already flickering to your mouth and the tip of his tongue darting out.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be, honey.”

His words felt honest to you, and you nodded before taking his hand and leading him back along the hallway to your room.

Tagging: @succsessions​

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WIP List

So I have a list of things I plan on writing or have already started writing!

The Quarry girls kinks (working on it and almost done 🫡 )✅

The quarry College AU Headcanons (started but still working)

It will come back (Mean ex boyfriend!Nick Furcillo x Fem Reader) (started and I think I need 1 more day to finish it 😈😈) ✅

The devils in the details (Luke Nightingale x reader x Daniel) (this is a very big maybe but it’s not yet started)

Sugar daddy! Billy Russo headcanon (not yet started)

Sugar daddy! Julian Kaye headcanon

Skin (first time Ryan x fem reader) (not yet started)

#imagines #smut #the quarry #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #the quarry smut #dylan lenivy #jacob custos #nick furcillo smut #ryan erzhaler smut #jon bernthal #sd!Julian kaye #Julian kaye #Justice smith #Ben Barnes #billy Russo #Jon bernthal #brenda song #miles robbins #patrick schwarzenegger