#but if you're going for wish fulfilment... why not have the client NOT act like real entitled scumbag clients do

[mxjackparker]

I read a lot of fanfic. Sometimes I read AUs where a character is a sex worker, hoping this time it'll be handled sensitively. Even knowing how unrealistic it is, I've given client/sex worker romances a try; despite real life not working that way I do understand the wish fulfilment aspect.

The problem is there's this phenomena that happens when the "client" acts just as entitled as they do in real life, with the narrative having the sex worker react negatively to it but still fall for them. The longer it goes on, the more I feel like the character deep down is trying to claw their way out. It feels like watching a friend fall into an abusive relationship whilst convincing themselves it's what they want. If the narrative leads to the sex worker quitting sex work to date the wealthy client, whisked out of their life of poverty, I think about the times friends who are sex workers have made themselves believe they're happy in a relationship with an ex-client (or more commonly a sugar daddy) because it's easier than accepting that they've made a trade between an abusive relationship and the harms that come with immense poverty.

I don't know why I keep reading these fanfics.

[headoverhiddles]

Coming Home - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You come home after a long day, one thing on your mind-- your sexy older boyfriend, waiting on the couch.

Notes: I think you all can tell by now when I get in a really impulsively horny mood 🙃 Have fun with this! I did.

You hurry up the stairs, and open the door with your key, letting out a long sigh as you toss the keys on the counter. It's been a day, but you're glad to be home and in for the night, forgetting your boss, clients, and every little thing that distracted you from your one goal today.

"Hey, cutie."

You turn, and see your older boyfriend Tim reclined on the couch.

"Hey," you smirk, discarding your jacket. He's wearing his ratty jeans, black T-shirt, and he's leaning against the arm of the couch lazily, watching something mindless on TV.

"Do you know how good you look right now?" you lick your lips, sauntering his way. He turns the TV off, and looks your direction. His eyes are half lidded, but there's something restless in them.

"Funny. I was about to say the same."

You walk over, and stand in front of him. You then wiggle your hips a little, and take your shirt off, reaching back slowly to take the bra off too. You immediately have his full attention.

"And what did I do to deserve this?" he asks, eyes shamelessly ogling your breasts.

"You left me this morning," you pout, "You had a wet dream about me, woke up hard, and didn't even fuck me. So this is more of a personal wish fulfillment, rather than a reward."

"I was late for work," he protests softly, watching you rotate your hips in an inticing way, surveying you as if he wanted to fucking attack you.

"But you probably got to jerk off in the shower," you continue to sigh, running a hand through your tousled locks. Tim suppresses a groan.

"I didn't. It was a cold shower, I didn't even have time to finish myself, I've been miserable all day."

"So we're both in the same boat then, huh?" you smirk deviously, crawling forward, "Both need to fuck it out?"

"You bet that pretty little arse I want to fuck it out," Tim whispers, still staring, "But why do I have the nagging feeling you're not gonna let me just yet?"

You hum, and reach forward, putting your hands on his thighs and squeezing the denim. He watches you as you crawl up to the couch, and bring your lips down, nudging with your nose and finally sucking around his cock, through the fabric. His legs fall open, his head rolling back.

"Fuck, love," he shakes his head, "That's..." You suck in earnest, feeling him fill out his jeans, and soon, there's a sizeable bulge tenting his crotch.

"You have no idea how much I wanna taste your cum right now," you mumble, and Tim's lips part, "But I have something else in mind." You get up, and sit down on his lap, looping your arms behind his neck. Tim looks up at you, into your eyes, as you straddle him, and slowly start dragging your panties against his erection, getting him harder.

"Oh," he whispers, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, and you continue dragging yourself against him, moaning every time you get that friction against your clit.

"I think I'm getting your jeans wet," you giggle in his ear.

"I think I don't give a fuck," he growls back, rolling his hips up in a dirty grind in time with your humping. Your foreheads connect as your hot breath mingles, and your lips barely graze against one another before you finally seal yours against his in a sloppy, hot mess, all tongue and no patience. Just as you're getting close to a shattering orgasm, Tim grabs your hips still, getting up and slinging you over the side of the couch. He then rolls your ass around in his hands, moaning your name as he admires you. He trails a finger down the wet middle of your panties, lightly stroking your pussy, and it contracts, making you shiver.

"You want this?" he humps his clothed erection against your panties, "That it? Eh? You want my cock, love, just like this, nice and dirty?"

"Fuck, Tim please!" you moan, breasts dragging against the couch. He keeps humping you until the pace picks up, his bulge dragging perfectly against your pussy and making you bite your fist.

"Don't hold back," he hisses, "I wanna hear you scream for me."

"Fuck, oh god!" you shriek, beyond caring if the neighbors can hear how slutty you're acting, "Tim, daddy, I want your big cock!"

He continues humping you, and you flip around, sitting on the edge of the couch arm and wrapping one leg behind him. He picks it up, glaring into your eyes with the focused intensity of a man who intends to fuck you until you're rendered immobile. You two dry hump for a few seconds more, before your orgasm hits you, letting out a high pitched, slutty moan of Tim's name. He lets out a sigh of awe, watching how beautiful you look coming, and you feel a wet spot suddenly form in the crotch of his jeans. You smirk up at him as he grunts and convulses, coming in his pants, and you reach down, unzipping him and taking his wet, softening cock out into your hand.

"Nuh uh," you nip his ear, starting to stroke your boyfriend again, "We're not finished yet."

"I can see that," he groans, "Oh, fuck..." He bites his lip. "That thing you do with your hand... drives me up the walls." You continue, stroke, tug, twist, stroke. You then get down on your knees, and using your fist to hold it upright, you take his half hard cock into your mouth, the tip of your tongue playing with his slit.

"Mmmm," you moan around him, and Tim seems to have lost the ability to articulate a sentence at this point. You feel him throb against your tongue, hot and heavy, and his breath comes punched out, fast.

"I'm... gonna... come..." he pants, hips beginning to piston forward. You give one last lick to the vein, and pull off his dick, standing up again and resuming your previous position.

"Then you'd better fuck me."

He wastes no time, glowering as he grabs you by the back of the neck and slams you down into the couch, kicking your legs apart and finally, finally to the utter relief of the two of you, burying his cock inside you. You both groan, waiting a couple of seconds just to enjoy the pleasure of him stretching your wet little hole, and then he begins to move, fast slapping the only sound in your living room. His balls smack your ass as he lifts one leg up on the couch cushion for leverage, and your cries of "yes! Yes, Tim!" get even louder as his cock hits new spots inside of you you'd never discovered yourself.

"Fuck, look at you," he grunts, "Getting fucked like a little whore, like you deserve." His dirty, growling accent turns you on to new heights.

"I'm your perfect whore," you moan, "Love getting fucked by you, Tim, please, harder, ah!"

He turns you around again, and pulls out a little, giving shallow thrusts as he grasps your face and drags you in for another deep, sloppy kiss. Your tongues battle in the middle, but you let Tim win of course, and you two make out rough as he gives a good thrust, sending the two of you toppling backward onto the couch and laughing.

"Fuck, I've broken my back," he laughs through the kiss.

"Worry about it tomorrow. When my pussy is so wrecked neither of us will be able to get up."

"Uff," he gasps, and you kiss some more, your mouth opening as your pussy clenches, your second orgasm beginning to tingle. Tim's relentless pounding causes your breasts to bounce like a jackhammer, sending you right over the edge, and you scream his name as he practically fucks the couch cushion out from under you, thrusting twice, three times, before gasping against your lips. You feel the warm spending fill you up, and grin, wrapping your legs around his back and trapping him over top of you.

"I swear, one of these days my body's just gonna go nope, sorry! This bloke's out of his fucking mind, and just give out on me," Tim mumbles, and you wrap your arms around his middle, to make doubly sure he can't leave.

"But just think... at least you will have gotten a spectacular shag out of it."

He laughs, kissing you. "I fucking love you."

You rotate your hips once more with him still inside you, and spank his ass with your foot. "I love you more."

Tim attacks your neck with more kisses, and you squeal, grabbing onto his hair. The neighbor behind the wall beside you gives a good loud pound.

"Really?! Again?!"

Tim resurfaces, irritation and determination on his face-- bad combo for him. His brows furrow, and he shouts:

"Hey fuck off mate, my girlfriend and I are having a go!"

"More like three!"

"More like, more than you'll ever get, wanking to your computer screen all night!" Tim shouts back. You giggle, tugging him down and whispering for him to stop. Your laugh is infectious, and his annoyance cracks into amusement.

"Bloody tosser next door, he makes more noise than we do..."

"Tim, ohmygod!"

You both laugh, and he stays trapped between your legs, going back to slowly making out and making up for time lost that morning.