#dane x reader

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. They’re gunna get me on the intent to distribute, sure as shit. Doesn’t matter that they kicked my ribs in first.”

Bile rises in your throat at the memory of your brother’s broken breaths as he fought for his life after taking a six on one beating downtown. The nausea only gets worse when you remember the awful phone call to your parents where you had to tell them he was in the hospital. The pause, the silence.

“Well, he’s only got himself to blame.”

“What?”

“We’re done, honey. He’s had plenty of chances to turn his life around. Dealing drugs and fighting with police officers? No. We’re not going to help him get out of it. Not this time.” Your father’s voice had been firm, even as your mother sobbed in the background.

They hadn’t come home, hadn’t cut their Hawaii vacation short even as their only son fought for his life in the ICU. And when it had come time for charges and lawyers and money, they’d closed the family purse strings and told you that it would have to be a public defender.  

It was that public defender you were talking about now. Dane. “He might not be as bad as you think.”

“Worse.” He scoffs.

“Maybe you caught him on an off day.”

Your brother fixes you with a long look. “Word around here is this guy doesn’t have good days. Worst acquittal rate in the city.”

You close your eyes. “Shit.”

“Shit.” He agrees with a sigh. “But it isn’t on you. I don’t want you to worry about me, I’m not expecting you to fix this. Mom and dad were right about me.”

“No, they weren’t.” You shoot back quickly. “You made a mistake, Alex.”

He raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes at him through the glass. “Okay, a lot of mistakes. But family doesn’t turn their backs on each other. I’m here. Whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

You press your fingertips to the glass, and your brother twists his mouth to the side before joining his hand with yours against the cool barrier. “I know I’ve said it before, but I’m done for good this time. However this turns out, I’m getting clean. Flying straight or whatever.”

You smile at him, but you don’t let yourself believe it. Not really. Not when he’s said as much a dozen times before and never been able to follow through. It isn’t that he's a bad guy, not really. He's just the weaker of the two of you. You’d always been the one looking after him, that’s just how it had always been. That’s how it would always be.

*

You tug the front of your baggy hoodie down over your jeans as you shuffle from one converse-clad foot to the other, back and forth, back and forth whilst the receptionist watches you with a pained sympathy. “I’m sure he’ll be right down.”

You nod tightly, and her eyes lift to something over your shoulder. She mouths incoherent words, and you turn to see what she’s looking at right as the blur of a fitted grey suit jacket disappears around the corner.

“Was that him?”

The receptionist flushes red. “I’m sorry. I guess he’s not available.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I… this isn’t a social call. I need to talk to him about my brother.”

“I’m sorry.” She says again. “I can make you an appointment for another day, but-“

“But he’s no more likely to see me another day, is he?” You scoff. “That’s goddamn perfect.”

The woman frowns. “Look,” she leans in, dropping her voice an octave. “Dane’s kinda slimy, but there are ways to get his attention.”

You swallow. “Wearing something short and tight, I imagine?”

She curls her lip. “Yeah, that’d do it.”

“Make me the next available appointment, please.”

She winks at you as she pulls up his calendar. “He’s blocked out an hour tomorrow as ‘out of office’ but I know that’s just so he can take a nap so... I’ll just… poof. An hour has opened up at three, look at that.”

You grin at her as she hands you an appointment card. “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh hey, one more thing,” she calls to you. “He has a thing about ears.”

“Ears?” You repeat, because you must have misheard her. You must have.

“He’s like… into them. If you have nice ears, show them off.”

*

You feel like an idiot as you fix pretty gold studs in the shape of flowers to your lobes, but it is what it is. You look yourself up and down in the mirror, turning your body back and forth as you examine your short black skirt and the low cut of your blouse. Sleazy, and apparently exactly what Dane goes for.

The receptionist gives you a thumbs-up when you approach her desk, and she calls him on speakerphone.

“Your three ‘o’ clock is here.”

“I don’t have a three ‘o’ clock.” He grumbles.

“Yes you do, I put her in yesterday when you failed to appear for your four ‘o’ clock.” She lets that hang there, and Dane sighs heavily, crackling static on the line.

“I’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Hey, Jan?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Whatcha wearing?”

“Bye, Dane.” She hangs up, rolling her eyes at you. “That’s what you’re getting.”

You fiddle absently with the gold stud in your ear. “I can handle it.”

“Your brothers real lucky to have you,” she says, and you nod. He is, actually.

Dane is pissed. He’s cranky if he doesn’t get his afternoon nap, and he’s downright murderous if he doesn’t get to jerk off before curling up on the little leather couch in his office. Jan and her stupid fucking crusade for customer service has fucked both things up for him, and he’s thinking about getting blackout wasted tonight to make up for his shitty day when he reaches the foyer and sees… hello. Long, smooth legs. Little fucking skirt. Curves that won’t quit. You lift your hand, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, and Dane sees the little glint of gold against the shapely, soft flesh of your lobes. His cock twitches with interest, forgiving him the lack of attention at the prospect of receiving some from her instead.

“Janet,” he says brightly, marching into the foyer with squared shoulders and an air of practiced importance. “Thank you so much for rescheduling this important meeting after I was unavoidably detained yesterday.”

He steps around you, in front of you, and the breath catches in his throat as you fix him with an electric stare. Pretty, pretty, too fucking pretty. “Unavoidably detained,” you repeat, your voice low and teasing. “And here I thought you came down, took one look at me and walked out again.”

Dane feels his cheeks flush pink and his stomach flip over. “No. No, I would never. I was helping a client. Single mother of three, out on the streets… turning her life around, with my help of course.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How noble.”

Dane brushes his fingers through his carefully styled hair, mopping perspiration from his brow with the palm of his hand. “All in a days work for defenders of the downtrodden. Would you follow me to my office, ma’am?”

“Ma’am,” you repeat, your low, mocking tone morphing it into a dirty word. “Lead the way, sir.”

Dane lounges back in his chair on one side of the desk whist you gracefully fold yourself into the plastic chair opposite him. Your eyes scan the walls, the accolades and awards from a time when he hadn’t been so overworked and jaded, and a crease forms between your brows.  “You’ve won some pretty high profile cases.”

Dane flushes with pride, eyes following yours to a framed article about the ‘not guilty’ verdict for a businessman who had 100% embezzled company funds to fuel his gambling habit. “From time to time.”

“My brother isn’t high profile.”

Dane frowns. “Your brother… right.” He pulls a file from the bottom of a discouragingly tall stack and cracks it open for the first time ever. “Huh. Okay.” He shuts the file again. “This is small stuff. Slap on the wrist, he probably won’t even do time.”

“Even if it’s his third offense?”

Dane’s brows furrow. “Third offense?”

“You think he’ll get off with a slap on the wrist even though it’s his third offense?”

“Well no, third offense and they’d throw the book at him.”

You uncross your legs, planting your feet and leaning forward. Dane’s eyes drop to your cleavage as you bend over, and you let him get a good eyeful. “You could have at least read his fucking file before I came in here.”

“I read it.” Dane’s voice is low and distracted, his cock thickening in his slacks as his eyes trail up over your collarbones, your unblemished, bare neck, and catch on those pretty gold studs in your ears again. “Just missed that part.”

You hum, leaning back in your seat again, and Dane shakes his head as though he can physically clear it of arousal. Your new angle pushes your legs a little apart, and Dane is pretty sure he catches a flash of red panties as you cross your legs again.

“I don’t want you missing things on Alex’s case.”

Dane straightens, running his fingers down the front of the closed file. “I promise I’ll take extra care with your brother from this point on. I swear it, on my Harvard Law Degree.”

Your eyes flick to the wall again, looking for said Harvard Law Degree, and Dane stands abruptly, drawing your attention back to him.

“I appreciate you taking the time.” You say tightly, holding out your hand.

Dane reaches across the desk, wrapping his long fingers around yours. “I will do everything I can for Andy.”

“Alex.” Your eyes narrow and your fingers tighten into a death-grip on his hand, and Dane winces.

“Alex, right, right. I’ll do everything I can.”

You leave then, taking your little skirt and your nice tits and your delicate little earlobes with you, and Dane waits until he’s absolutely sure you’re gone before sinking to his knees in front of the chair you’d just vacated and pressing his face against the padded plastic, inhaling the warm residual scent of you as his hands creeps down to palm himself through his slacks.

*

The dress you’re wearing is much too tight, and the heels on your feet are much too high. You look like a damn prostitute, but the bouncer on the door lets you in with an appreciative nod and you don’t have to pay a cover charge and two guys stop you on your way to the bar so you figure you’ve hit a winner with this particular look.

You scan the room, avoiding the predatory interest of men in suits until you land on a pair of wide green eyes in a flushed, pretty-boy face. Bingo.

You approach him slowly, with the carefully practiced grace you’d repeated over and over as you walked up and down in your apartment all afternoon. The too-high hooker heels wouldn’t help one bit if you fell over and tore your dress right across your ass. Dane licks his lips as you approach, eyes shining in the low light as his finger runs nervous circles through the perspiration his glass has left on the bar top.

“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.” He says, and you tilt your head to the side.”

“Here’s looking at you, kid.” You shoot him with a finger gun, and Dane swallows thickly.

“I don’t believe in coincidences.” His smile is guarded, and you step into his space, taking his glass and lifting it to your own lips. You kiss the rim right over the smudge of his mouth before taking a sip, and Dane’s eyes drop to watch you do it.

“I’d be offended if you thought I put on this dress for anybody else.”

You feel his fingers glide against your hip tentatively. “I made an impression then.”

You hum, leaning in, pushing his glass to his mouth and pressing his bottom lip bloodless. “You got me distressed.”

Dane frowns, trying to move away from the insistent push of the glass against his face, but you keep the pressure on as your free hand slides up his inseam and cups his soft cock through his slacks. “Couldn’t remember my brother’s name with me standing right there.”

Dane swallows, eyes fluttering closed for a moment at the heat of your hand against him. You squeeze his package again and his eyes open, a muffled moan spilling against the glass at his mouth.

You pull it back an inch, and Dane licks over the swelling as blood floods back into his lip. “I have a lot of cases, it was a momentary slip, when I’m working with the client directly I-“

He breaks off with a grunt as you wrap your fist fully around his cock through his pants and jerk the growing length. “I don’t wanna hear that shit,” you coo, leaning in close to press your lips to his cheek. “You need help remembering this case? I can be…” you dip your head to nip lightly at his jugular before sucking the flesh into your mouth, your hand working over him through his slacks. “So, so memorable.”

Dane moans, hips lifting unconsciously against your palm as his hand grips your hip painfully. “Public… sex acts are considered a Class B misdemeanor under New York Penal Law...” Dane gasps as you lick up the side of his neck and suck his earlobe into your mouth, biting down on the soft flesh.

“P-puh-public lewdness.” He stammers. “It’s hard to prosecute but not-Impossible!” His voice pitches up as you flick your tongue against his lobe, and his cock leaks heavily into his boxers.

“Well if we get caught, you’ll get me off, won’t you Dane?” You murmur, pulling away from him to knock the rest of his drink back. You put his empty glass down in front of him and withdraw your hand from his now-hard cock. He strains against the confines of his pants and you bite your lip, feeling an unexpected throb of arousal in your own core at the tightness of the fabric over his erection and the flush of color on his face.

“It would be a conflict of interest to represent you if you got caught with your hands down my pants.” He says, the words coming automatically because he’s an idiot who might well be talking himself out of fucking you.

“Huh.” You say, lifting a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your fingers brush against your bare lobes, pretty and soft as you rub your fingertips against them, and if Dane hadn’t had his suspicions before now he’s certain Jan tipped you off to that particular quirk of his. He’ll be pissed about it later, but right now he can’t think of anything besides sucking that pretty little piece of flesh into his mouth and giving you a new piercing under the grind of his teeth. “Guess we should try not to get caught then.”

Dane’s grip on your hip tightens and he tugs you against his body, free hand taking a handful of your ass as he pulls you closer. “I think you should come back to my apartment.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And I think you should meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.”

*

Dane’s legs actually shake as he slides off his stool and heads for the dingy bathrooms at the back of the bar. He’s still half-expecting that this is a setup, that you’re planning to seduce him so you can get him fired from your brother’s case or something, but he’s too fucking horny to care. He knocks on the door of the last stall and you open it just enough to tug him inside with his tie wrapped in your fist.

“Hey, look, we don’t have to-“

You cut him off with a press of your mouth to his, your tongue gliding against the seam of his lips as your hands work on the buckle of his belt.

Dane groans into your mouth, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks and hold your face still so he can deepen the kiss, licking into your mouth with careful, thoughtful strokes that make your knees weak.

You work harder at his pants, yanking down the zipper and reaching into his boxers to pull his cock free. The moment you have it in your hand you pull away from the kiss, dropping to your knees on the filthy floor and wrapping your lips around his leaking tip.

“Oh shit,” he squeaks, head thumping back against the tiled wall. “You’re not… m-messing around here.”

You hum against his length, letting drool spill out to drip down his length so you can jerk him into your waiting mouth as your tongue laves against his swollen tip. You trace his salty slit with the tip of your tongue, looking up at him through thick lashes before pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. “Say his name.”

It isn’t hot, but you need to get the fucking point across.

“Huh?”

You squeeze his base harshly, bringing your other hand up to cup his balls. “My brother. Say his name. Reassure me, Dane.”

He groans, hips pushing more of his cock into your mouth. You let your throat open for him, let the fat head of his cock push against the resistance of your tonsils, and his fingers lace into your hair. “Alex,” he moans. “Your brother’s name is Alex.”

You roll his balls gently in your palm, massaging them carefully, and Dane’s knees buckle. You pull off his length, dribbling a thin stream of spit onto the slick head of his cock. “You don’t have to pull my hair, Dane.”

“I-I’m not, I-“

“You can put your hands where you really want to.”

Dane freezes, his fingers already twitching down towards your ears. “Jan told you.”

“I don’t mind.” You say, pressing soft kisses to his tip. “I think it’s hot.”

It doesn’t matter that you don’t. Dane’s hands skim up the sides of your jaw, thumb and forefinger pinching your earlobes as he tugs lightly, and his cock drips fresh precum onto your fist. “You got sexy ears,” he mutters. His cock throbs and twitches in your hand as if agreeing. “Pretty little things.”

“You can be rough with me,” you coo, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock and dragging it upwards along the thick vein there. “You can cum down my throat, if you want to.”

Dane huffs an incredulous laugh, but he keeps rolling your earlobes between his thumb and forefinger and watching you with a glazed, hungry expression as you wrap your lips around his cock and sink back down until he’s seated in your throat.

“God, you’re a good sister.” He babbles. “Taking cock on your knees to… motivate me.”

You hum against him, pleased that he’s cottoned on to your scheme so quickly and doesn’t seem to mind.

He tugs a little harder on your ears and your eyes roll back, a surprising jolt of arousal slicking in your core at the rough manhandling. You shimmy your thighs closer together, squeezing them tightly against your clit for a little friction.

“You take it so well,” he moans. “I don’t get paid enough to do what I do. But if the perks looked like this more often I’d… shit…” he breaks off, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he grinds his pelvis harshly into your face and his cock spurts hot and heavy ropes of cum down your throat.

You swallow around him, feeling your muscles spasm against the intrusion as Dane fucks your face through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He never stops fondling your fucking ears, and they’re red and swollen and sore by the time he lets you go.

You rise to a stand, wincing at the dull ache in your knees as you stretch your legs. Dane’s leaning heavily against the wall, not yet trusting his legs to hold him up as you tuck his cock away and smooth over the hem of your dress. “I expect you to keep my brother’s case in the forefront of your busy schedule, Dane.”

He can only nod, face flushed and heart hammering as he watches you smear his cum off your lips like residual gloss. “I really will do all I can for you. I mean, for him, but.”

You lick your lips before reaching up to peck his mouth. “Get him less than 90 days and I’ll let you fuck my mouth as many times as you want.”

Dane whimpers against your lips, feeling his sensitive cock twitch and thicken again.

You pull back enough to whisper against his mouth. “Get him community service and I’ll let you fuck my pussy.”

Your fingers graze lightly over his freshly growing bulge and Dane tries to withdraw his hips, too oversensitive to handle your touch so soon.

“And Dane,” you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, nibbling on the plush flesh before releasing it and licking the taste of him from your own lips. “You get him acquitted? You can fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass… Anything you want.” You brush your mouth against his again as your fingers rub maddeningly against his pants. “Something to think about.”

You pull away too suddenly, and Dane feels the loss like you’ve slapped him. “I’ll do my goddamn best,” he mumbles, rubbing his hand through his hair and trying very hard to will his erection away. “The cops laid into him without cause, that’ll help. Said their bodycams malfunctioned but I already put in a FOIA request so we’ll see if that’s bullshit.”

You blink at him, your stomach tightening. “You… read the file.”

Dane shrugs like it’s no big deal, though he hasn’t actually taken interest in a case in longer than he can remember. “Your brother got shitty treatment. It’s that kinda injustice that got me into the public defenders office.”

You swallow, stepping closer. Dane winces preparing for another delicious assault on his softening cock, but instead you lift your palm to cup his cheek and press your lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss. “Thank you, Dane. I mean it.”

Dane shrugs again, feeling his chest tighten and his pulse quicken at your soft, earnest touch. “Just doing my job,” he says quietly, but he leans his face against your palm and savours the moment of contact all the same.

*

You roll your eyes at the shoes scattered haphazardly across your hallway as you pick over them and reach the front door.

“Should I wait up?” Alex calls from the couch. He’s taken over your space, his bags and clothes exploded over your living areas. You pick your way back through the mess and hover in the doorway, watching the concentrated look on his face as he kills zombies or aliens or something. The thick black monitor on his ankle flashes rhythmically, and you tap your foot against the charger on the wall. “Don’t forget to change the batteries on that thing tonight.”

The sound of death and gunfire cuts off as your brother pauses his game. “You not coming home tonight?”

You shrug, but you can feel a blush creeping up your neck and you know Alex has clocked it too.

“I have some business to attend to.”

The business was waiting outside your building right now, gripping onto his rucksack like his life depended on it. The contents of said bag weighed on him, shame and excitement mixing into the perfect cocktail to keep him half-hard and manic as he waits for you.

Alex hadn’t done a single minute of jailtime, once the footage of his assault had come to light. No community service, and once the judge deemed the initial search unlawful, all the charges had just been… dropped.

And Dane had felt like a seedy, greedy asshole as he’d turned in the courtroom to catch your eye, but you’d winked and pressed your tongue to the inside of your cheek in a ridiculously sexy reminder of the evening you’d spent on your knees for him, and he’d been glad of the tight fit of his boxers concealing his erection as he’d distracted himself with paperwork and congratulatory handshakes.

You push through the door to your building, looking radiant in the pretty pink dress he’d picked out. He leans in and you peck his lips obediently, eyeing the bag slung over his shoulder. “What am I in for?”

Dane grins, a blush staining his cheeks as he offers you his arm. “You offered me everything, sweetheart. I’m cashing in big time.”

“Will I need to take time off work?” You tease, and Dane pauses, considering this.

“No. But I wouldn’t recommend any strenuous activity for at least forty-eight hours after I’m done with you.”

You swallow, arousal throbbing in your core. “Yeah?”

Dane stops walking, pinning you to the dark glass front of a closed store and cupping your jaw. “Anything I want, remember?” He says softly, brushing his lips against yours as his breath fans warm over your face. “Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. All mine.”

“My brother’s sleeping on my couch with an ankle monitor,” you mumble, breathless as Dane’s thigh presses between your legs.

“Yeah,” he coos, nuzzling his nose against your cheek before pulling back and taking your hand in his. “You’re welcome.”

Youn Young-jun

Yoon Eui-jin (Riann)

Lee yong-jun (Dane)

Ishibashi Keiten

Hagiwa

Youn Young-jun

Yoon Eui-jin (Riann)

Lee Yong-jun (Dane)

Keiten ishibashi

Hagiwa