an evening I will not forget - a bottom!Fighter compilation
What if Tutor had not allowed Fighter to be in charge in the sauna.
That bottom!Fighter fic everyone was asking me about and I was annoying everyone about.
”Tell me to stop and I’ll do it.”, Tutor murmured right next to Fighter’s ear, pressing a kiss to his sweat salty temple. It would take a considerable amount of will, but he’d stop. He didn’t want to push the older into anything he didn’t want - or no. Tutor would bet a large sum of money that Fighter wanted exactly this. But he wouldn’t force him into anything he wasn’t ready for just yet. Because Tutor couldn’t quite stop himself from pushing a bit, letting his voice drop deeper with with promise. ”Tell me to stop or this is happening.”
A little PWP extra to the "what if..." scenario me and @flower-of-the-desert came up with, that we lovingly call the "Trophy Husband Fighter AU" - only that for me it is most definitely not an AU, only that I actually refuse to call it that, because it’s my absolute personal headcanon that THIS IS THEIR FUTURE. And as long as we don’t get a second season, no one can convince me otherwise.
READ THE TUMBLR POST I LINKED YOU TO GET THE CONTEXT
“I have a meeting in 30 minutes.”
“I know, darling.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“Nothing. Visiting my gorgeous husband? Is that forbidden now? Do I need an appointment?” Fighter asked cheekily, slowly rounding Tutor’s large desk and inserting himself into the space between Tutor and the desk, shielding him from the double monitor and mess of documents.
Tutor is a hooker going by the name of Saint. Fighter is a rich boy desperately and foolishly in love with him. This fic is one of their nights together.
(Set in the Hooker!Tor AU that has been heavily and completely influenced by THAT shooting. You know which one I am talking about. I'll link to my tumblr post talking about it in the notes.)
„Didn‘t phi miss me?“, Saint asks, tone saccharine but his hand on his throat gives Fighter a squeeze. Fighter nods. He had missed him, so bad, three weeks he’d come to the same three corners of the city and nowhere he could find him. In an abstract sense he knows that this, their arrangement? Their transaction?, couldn’t go on forever. That things like this didn’t last but Fighter never wants it to end. He wants to stay in dark alleys and parking lots forever if it meant having Saint.
„Then phi should kiss me like he missed me.“