one of the reasons i love ranveer as hamza is because he’s such a fun person so seeing him dance and be silly is basically seeing hamza dance and be silly. i lvoe seeing hamza as silly. uh. ANYWAYS PROPS TO RANVEER SINGH
maine socha tha ki even liking older men ki bhi seema hoti hai. but apparently i have outdone myself yet again. is there even a limit to age difference. idk. idc.
heyy i absolutely LOVE the way you write!! i loved the new dev verma fic! i have a small request for you... recently i changed my whole blog to be more dhurandhar themed and i also changed the username that people tad me with from @oddinarystay1997 to @velvetdakait . i was wondering if you could use the new one for you future masterpieces. thank you for reading!!<3
oh my god you're so sweet???? thankyou so much sweetu!!!!
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That’s all it took for the careful discipline they had both spent years building to begin melting into something more.
they first met during a high-profile court trial involving a businessman accused of large-scale financial fraud.
Dev Verma had attended the hearing as part of the investigation team. He wasn’t particularly interested in the legal theatrics until he heard her voice for the first time.
Y/n stood at the defence table, arguing her case with a sharp clarity that cut clean through the courtroom noise. Analytical, composed, and effortlessly eloquent, she dismantled the prosecution’s argument piece by piece while Dev watched from the back row, far more interested in the lawyer than the man on trial.
If someone had told Y/N two years ago that she would wake up in the bed of a CBI investigator, she would have laughed and dismissed it as ridiculous.
Dev was that older, no-bullshit kind of officer. calm, sharp, and far too composed for the chaos of her world. She had never imagined someone like him would take any real interest in her. And honestly? The feeling had been mutual.
Yet somehow, after that trial, their paths kept crossing. Conversations that should have ended at the courthouse doors stretched into late evenings, case discussions drifting easily into arguments over legal loopholes and half-serious debates over coffee. Somewhere along the way, the distance between investigator and lawyer blurred into something far more personal.
Now she lay beside him. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of Dev's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets.
Y/n propped up on one elbow, watching the slow rise and fall of his breathing. One hand tangled idly in her hair while the other held the blanket that barely covered her chest.
When she was with him, the rest of the world didn't matter. The twenty-two-year age gap and the quiet understanding that their professions were not meant to overlap like this, none of it seemed to matter in moments like these.
She finally stretched beside him, her body marked faintly from their intense night. Reddened skin on her hips from his grip, a small bruise blooming on her collarbone where he'd sucked a little too hard.
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 6:36 AM. Shit. She needed to arrive early to review a set of documents that had arrived late the previous night.
She slipped out of bed, naked and unselfconscious, padding to the en-suite bathroom. The shower ran briefly, steam curling out as she washed away the remnants of their passion, his cum still sticky between her thighs.
After her shower, she quickly went near the small walk-in closet and pulled on a crisp white shirt and a pair of tailored black trousers, when she heard Dev's phone ringing. Causing him to wake up from a much-needed sleep.
Journalist: “Sir, sources say you’re close to solving the case.”
"Tskk, bullshit. My sources don’t talk to journalists.”
Journalist: “Sir, just one comment for the press?”
"Yes. Stop calling me before my morning coffee.”
Journalist: “Sir—sir—''
beep. beep. beep.
Dev watched her through half-lidded eyes, his cock already stirring under the sheets at the sight of her applying a touch of lipstick in the mirror, her reflection showing flushed cheeks that had nothing to do with makeup.
'Babyy', he murmuredas his toned automatically softened, voice rough from sleep and desire, 'come back to bed. What are you doing getting up so early?'
She laughed lightly. "Officer, I can't, I have to go in early today. Work calls." he finally stirred, sitting up, the sheet pooled at his waist to reveal his hardening erection tenting the fabric.
shaking her head as she grabbed her bag when her eyesflicked to his lap, a playful spark there despite her words. She loved how he wanted her, always, like no time had passed since their first night together.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing in one fluid motion. Before she could sidestep, his hand closed around her wrist, firm but not bruising, pulling her gently toward him. 'Just a quick one,' he said,
his free hand sliding up her pants, fingers brushing the waistline. 'I'm aching for you already.'
She twisted her wrist playfully, while he whispered sweet things in her ear. Y/n lightly laughed and said, "Oh my god, are you ovulating?" trying to free her hand, but he held on, stepping closer until his erection pressed against her hip through the thin fabric of her trousers. "Uh-huh, I am. Help me, please?" That left her speechless.
''No, seriously,'' he teased, her voice breathy. 'I need to go. You'll survive without bending me over the dresser this morning.'
''Will I, though?? look what you do to me already, counsellor." Eyes darkened, that commanding edge she adored creeping in. He backed her against the closet door, his body pinning hers lightly. 'Just the tip, please, meri jaan,' he whispered, lips grazing her ear, his cock nudging insistently against her.
She rolled her eyes, but her hands betrayed her, sliding up his chest to the nape of his neck. 'You always say that,' she murmured, even as she felt herself getting wet, her panties dampening.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants, lowering them inch by inch, exposing her thighs. 'Because it's true,' he replied, nipping at her neck.
He released her wrist only to yank her blouse open, buttons popping free to reveal her bra. His mouth descended, sucking on the swell of her breast through the lace, his tongue flicking her nipple until it hardened.
Y/n gasped, her playful denial crumbling. 'Dev...' She pushed at his shoulders half-heartedly, but her legs parted as he pulled her pants down fully. His hand cupping her pussy over the panties, rubbing slow circles that made her hips buck.
'Fuck, babe, that's it.'
He was done with his patience being tested. Dropping to his knees, he peeled her panties aside, exposing her slick folds, and dragged his tongue along her slit in one long, flat stroke.
Her arousal coated his lips as he lapped at her clit, sucking gently. "Oh God", she moaned, fingers gripping his shoulders, her bag forgotten on the floor.
Her body arched, pressing her pussy against his mouth.
He devoured her, tongue thrusting inside her briefly before returning to circle her clit, two fingers already sliding in to curl against her G-spot.
Y/n's knees weakened immediately, but he held her steady with one arm around her thigh, fucking her with his fingers while his mouth worked relentlessly.
He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on hers, hungry, triumphant. 'See? You need this too.'
He spun her around, bending her over the low bench in the closet, her hands bracing onto the counter.
'Dev wait-" But her protest died as he gripped her hips, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was soaked and ready. "Please, Y/N, I know you're doing this on purpose. Just the tip?"
He finally caught her.
as y/n nodded in approval, he pushed in slowly at first, inch by thick inch, stretching her around his girth. 'Fuck, god, you're tight,' he groaned, bottoming out, his balls slapping against her.
He didn't move right away, savouring the clench of her walls, the way she fluttered around him. He chuckled darkly, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in, setting a hard rhythm.
The closet echoed with the wet sounds of his cock pounding her pussy, skin slapping skin. His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back gently to expose her neck, where he bit down, marking her.
'Fuck me harder,'
she gasped, the word slipping out as pleasure coiled tight."What's the magical word, babe?"
"Please, please! Go harder."
Dev obliged, thrusting deeper, faster, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in rough circles.
She clenched around him, milking his cock, her orgasm building swiftly. He felt it coming, her body tensing, and drove into her relentlessly, grunting with each plunge.
'Come for me, meri jaan,' he ordered, his voice low and commanding.She cried out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"fuck dev!!!"
The sight, her back arched, ass pressed against him pushed him over the edge. He buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he came, flooding her with hot spurts of cum that leaked out around him.
She shattered, pussy spasming around him. They stayed like that, panting, his chest heaving against her back, forehead on her shoulder.
Slowly, he pulled out, watching his seed drip down her thighs. Y/n slowly straightened, turning in his arms, her blouse ruined, pant askew. She cupped his face, pulling him down for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
As they broke apart, she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. 'It's never 'just the tip', is it?' she whispered, a sly smile curving her lips despite the flush on her cheeks.
Dev laughed, low and satisfied, pulling her close. ''never with you'' He kissed her forehead, then stepped back, helping her fix her clothes
(though the blouse would need replacing)
'Call in late. Or don't go at all,' he said with the most cheeky smile known to mankind.
She shook her head, grabbing her bag again, but the spark in her eyes said she was tempted. 'Next time, maybe. But now... I really have to go. With a final kiss, she bid him bye when he held her wrist again.
"Good morning, councillor."
Y/n's laugh echoed through the room. "Good morning indeed,"
she said before sauntering out, leaving him smirking in the closet, already plotting their evening reunion.
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TUMBLR CUTIES:
I really hope I didn’t disappoint anyone. There was so much chaos while posting this — I had the draft ready, but Tumblr kept refusing to save it, so I had to redo everything two or three times. That’s basically why this smut ended up being so delayed.
(We’ll just conveniently ignore the fact that I’m a lazy arse too 😘)
edited the whole smut, added tags, added pictures and music, mentioned all my tumblr cuties and then clicked saved drafts when this motherfucking app decided it's my time AND IT DIDNT SAVE THE DRAFT AAARGHHHHHH
edited the whole smut, added tags, added pictures and music, mentioned all my tumblr cuties and then clicked saved drafts when this motherfucking app decided it's my time AND IT DIDNT SAVE THE DRAFT AAARGHHHHHH
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