SMUT WARNING (Stripper AU)

Inspo from their one-shot book. Go check their dnf out.

Praise Kink
(A little) Edging/ Orgasm Control
Obedience (I guess)

...

I was annoyed. And angry. And everyone in the house including myself was beginning to notice. Especially Sapnap. Mostly Sapnap.

"Dream. You are acting like you haven't had any for months." Sapnap said. We were sitting at the kitchen island. I suddenly got frustrated and Sapnap was fed up.

I scoffed, "Please. I've had one-night stands lately." I hadn't.

You see I would have. I would've been at the bars hooking up with girls when I really needed to. I would've been doing it without a second thought. But now, a specific brunette was fogging all lustful attraction toward anyone else.

I hadn't liked him before. I was completely joking when I flirted with him for all those months. All of it was humor all until... Until I saw his damn face in person. The way his smile would curve and how his eyes lit up a certain way you couldn't catch on camera. Until he hugged me and he whispered a hello in my ear. A complete soft and gentle tone that had me melting. Relaxing into his body I couldn't help myself, he was perfect. I fell and I fell hard.

"Come on. You are such a liar, Dream. You are frustrated."

I was a little taken aback. "Frustrated?"

"You're sexually frustrated for a certain roommate."

"I- What? No." I stammered. Sapnap deadpanned.

"Dream. You are such a liar." I huffed. "How about we go to a club?"

"RIght because watching them and being able to do nothing about it will make it so much better." I rolled my eyes. Sapnap smiled at the fact that I merely admitted to being frustrated.

"Look, are you gonna be with someone? Hook up? No. You won't because you're too busy pining over George." I had a slight moment of panic, then remembered that George wasn't home.

"So you think a strip club is the best option?"

"Honestly," Sap pushed himself away from the counter from his palms. "Yeah, I do."

"Fine. When should we go?"

"I dunno. What about George should we invite him?"

"No." Sap raised an eyebrow. "It's not like jealousy, I couldn't let him see me like that. It's embarrassing."

"Fine. Fine. I don't think that's George's crowd anyway. He's more of a club and some drinks guy. Not a Strip Club Club." Sapnap said. "We'll go tonight. Get ready..."

And so I did. And as dreadful as all of it sounded, I think that Sap was right. I needed a night like this.

...

Honestly, as the drive to the club grew longer and it was inching closer to them, I wanted nothing more than to be home with George playing Minecraft. I just wanted to be around him, granted, he was out. He had a small part-time job he used to fill up his time when he was bored. It was a running joke in the house to figure out what he did, still not telling us no matter how much we begged. He claimed it was a hobby he learned when he turned twenty, he had to stay fit for it was all we knew. He was constantly working out claiming it was for this such: Hobby.

"Hey Dream, any preference? Girls over guys?" Dream shrugged.

"Whatever is fine. Whichever your preference is." Sapnap thought for a moment.

"Wait. There is this new club that opened, it has guys and girls. Hell, it even has non-binary dancers. It's been the rave around here for weeks, everyone loves it because friends can all go together despite their sexuality."

"That's actually really cool."

"Yeah, so you can either have guys or girls while I dance with girls." I always admired how much of an ally Sapnap was.

"Let's go there,"

"It's clear across town though,"

"I don't care, it sounds really cool. You alright with driving there?"

"As long as we get an uber back if we drink."

"Fine by me."

...

I couldn't stop glancing at my phone. I had texted George that we wouldn't be there when he got home, he still hadn't responded. Even though he was at work, it still made me feel unwanted. I brushed it off, knowing that it wasn't his fault. I stuffed my phone in my pocket, tonight was the one night that I shouldn't think of George. I should be having fun.

I walked into the club, not having been to one in months it made me a little uncomfortable. I slumped a little, shoving my hands in my pockets. And then I saw that so many people were here, hell some people were even here with spouses. It was a natural and easy-going environment, that made me feel a lot better. I could do this. Slowly I slipped back into my confident self, the one that could go to a club and think nothing of it. Not the part of myself that was utterly and stupidly obsessed with George.

My eyes locked onto a curvy thin man on the stage. Wrapping his legs around the poll at the bend of his knees and gracefully spinning himself around. A sheer, glittery top that allowed me to see and admire his chest while he was wearing it. Then my eyes locked with his, sparkly eye shadow and profound thick winged eyeliner outlining them. Vibrant brown eyes. A perfectly curved smile.

George.

My eyes blew wide and so did his. He mouthed a simple: What are you doing here?

I only gave a weak shrug in response.

Then playful smirk tugged on my lips. One that I couldn't hide. Because damn, did he look gorgeous up there. Knowing that all the men and women that were there at the bottom of the stage were there for him was a little bit of a turn-on. Because yeah, we all knew that George was hot. And here he was flaunting it. Watching him have such confidence was such a beautiful sight. I was proud of him weirdly.

But my presence threw him off guard. Because he seemed nervous, embarrassed. So I walked closer, pulling out a twenty bill from my pocket. I had a wad of singles in my other hand, but this was George. Why wouldn't I give him special treatment?

I held out the twenty with two fingers, he huffed and knelt down in front of me. Picking up what I was putting down.

"What are you doing here?" His face was flushing red as I slipped the bill between his skin and his lacey panties.

"Sapnap and I came here to relieve some stress. I had no clue you worked here George."

"You weren't supposed to. Ever."

"Quite the little secret George." I leaned in close to his ear. Not touching him once. "Quite the dirty sexy little secret you had." He inhaled sharply from the breath ghosting over his ear. I pulled back, a smirk plastered on my face. "Now show me what you can do. With the type of confidence that you had before I walked in here." He shook his head and muttered.

"You're incorrigible."

"Now now, we both know that I would let you teach me how to be right. With all the right punishments of course." His face flushed red as he bit his lip.

"You really shouldn't flirt with the dancers. It's frowned upon."

"Come on, we both know that this isn't the typical dancer and customer relationship. You're my best friend." George rolled his eyes, going back to dancing.

I watched him. And I knew he knew that. In fact, I think he enjoyed it. Every chance he got his eyes locked with mine. And once he mouthed my name and rolled his eyes to the back of his head.

He was messing with me.

And it was fucking working.

My eyes followed his body. Moving from his curvy waist, those thin yet powerful hips, down to his perfect little thighs. I watched him as my life depended on it, he knew that. That's why he gave a little more sway to his hips and turned his ass toward me a little more than he did the other customers.

Just as I favored him, he favored me. And it was so fucking worth it.

After what just felt like only minutes had it been time for his break. I didn't want him to stop, I didn't want him to stop dancing.

As he went behind the curtain he met my eyes then looked over to the bar. I nodded, knowing to meet him there.

"Dream," he said, nearly out of breath. He was back in his regular clothes now, and yet he still looked just as good as before. His eyes makeup gone and washed away as if he was in a hurry. I didn't care, because he was gorgeous.

"Hey, George." I already had his favorite drink made. It wasn't hard to ask for, the man liked straight rum or beer. Such a straight drink for a man who was wearing heels and makeup. I liked that about him. He didn't favor social standards, he was just him.

"That was some shit you pulled." He laughed and I did too. The sexual tension still there, but at least I could talk to him.

"You did really great."

He smiled, "Thank you,"

"No I mean really. The way they all just stared. They were entranced like they were under some kind of spell. It was impressive."

"You were one of them. Thanks for the twenty by the way." He dug around in his pocket. "I'm sure that it was just to mess with me so here-" I stopped his hand as he was in the middle of outstretching it. He looked at me puzzled.

"Please. We both know that wasn't just me teasing." A smirk tugged on George's lips. He slid off of his chair and placed both of his hands on each of my thighs. I let him.

"Oh yeah?" He leaned in close.

"Yeah. And as much as I enjoyed watching you be confident and loving that those customers were watching you, wanting you, I wanted you to be mine."

"Dream."

"I wanted them to watch you, but I wanted to know that you were mine. Can you be mine?" I leaned in close to him, breathing in his scent before kissing his neck.

"I can. I want to be." I pulled back, surprised.

"Really?" I asked.

"Have wanted to be for months. I've liked you forever."

"That's so amazing to hear. I've been in love with you since you got here."

I could practically hear his smile, "Oh god Dream." He whispered when I kissed a certain spot on his neck. I pulled back.

"All sexual jokes aside, George. Do you have any idea what an amazing job and hobby this is? Dancing like that is a talent. You were amazing." George immediately kissed me hard after hearing that. He seemed to find my support attractive. Of course, I was supportive, I also knew this was a job. I would never be bothered by him doing this as a job, hobby, whatever.

"That's so good to hear. My last... My boyfriend that I was dating when I first started was super possessive and jealous. He hated that other people watched me." I smiled.

"I think it's great that you're confident. They can look at you all they want, as long as you're comfortable I don't care. You enjoy this. Besides, they will never get to see a side of you that I do."

"What side is that Dream?" He asked playfully.

I hovered over his ear. "The one that I get to hear you beg for me. The one where you will fall apart at my doing. The pure euphoria that will cross on your face when you finally cum." His hands were warm on my shoulders and I could feel the heat radiating off his ear. "I make you nervous and shy no matter how confident you are in front of these strangers. You're my best friend, you don't think I don't know what I can do to ruin you?"

George got up hurriedly, at first I thought that he was angry. "Meet me at home. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get something I never do."

"And what's that?"

"A private dance." He purred and I moaned softly and whined as he let his hand slip from mine. I watched him as he left, going to his car to head home.

...

The moment Sapnap walked through the door he passed out on the couch. I, however, was looking for a pretty, brown-haired, George.

And there he was, sitting at his desk like it was nothing.

He looked up when I opened the door. A pleasantly, surprised smile on his lips. "Hello," He said slyly. I scoffed.

"That's all? A simple hello?" George grinned.

"What did you want me to do?" He asked, coy.

"Oh please. I want to kiss you and mean it." George stood up. He had such grace that I had never realized before tonight. Just the way he carried himself was so beautiful.

"Oh baby, I've wanted that too. But do you deserve it?" I was impatient for his lips to be on mine. Swiftly, I grabbed his hands and pushed them against the wall. He gasped at the motion, bucking his hips a little further toward mine.

"You don't have any right to tell me what I deserve," I cocked my head to the side, I had a hunger to taste his skin. "The question is, do you deserve it?" George's eyes widened slightly. "If you're going to misbehave then do you even deserve to feel good?"

George bucked his hips forward a little more, I held him firmly against the wall. He whimpered in disappointment. "My decision. I say when, how, and to the extent."

"Yes Dream." God that sounded so so good.

"Do you want to cum?" He nodded, his confidence faltering. "Then you have to obey, got it?" He nodded again, his eyes fluttering tightly shut as I trailed my hand up his side.

"Good boy." He moaned at the praise. Noted.

I attacked his neck with love bites and kisses. He moaned and whispered a little "yes" in my ear every time I kissed the one spot I learned made him go mad.

My hand trailed down and under the hem of his shirt. Trailing my fingers against his burning skin. "Can I?" I asked, the fabric wrinkled beneath my clasped hand. He nodded, so I slipped the shirt over his head. I kissed down his chest, leaving marks on his perfect pale skin.

"So pretty. You are so pretty, George." I kissed his cheeks and his nose. He giggled a little at that and then he sloppily connected his lips with mine. "I still want that dance, you know?"

"Yeah?" He muttered, nearly gasping as my thigh moved between his legs. Giving him a small amount of friction.

"Oh yeah. Can you dance for me?" I pushed my leg a little harder.

"Ah- Yes, yes I'll dance for you... Just please a little more..." I pulled back. He whimpered, wanting me between his legs. I smiled, admiring my work of art. His face flushed and a hickey-covered chest. The bulge in his skinny jeans more than noticeable.

I sat down on the bed. "Not until I see you dance." George faced me and slowly started moving his hips in mind-savoring circles. I could tell he wanted me to touch him, I could feel it. I could see it in the way he nearly took my hand to place on his hips to move in sync with him. He knew better though, he wouldn't get the satisfaction until he'd earned it.

He was grinding against me, moans accidentally slipping from his lips. I stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "Did I say you could do that?"

"Please Dream. Please. Just a little, please." He was so desperate, he was facing me now, his legs straddling mine. I grinned.

I placed my hands on his waist, slowly guiding him to hump me. His head fell to my shoulder and he was letting out small breathy moans. "Yes, Dream, yes." I was groaning too. My lips letting little praises tumble out of them.

"Dream-" I stopped, I held him in place with my hands. He just whimpered. "Please Dream. Please just let me have something. Let me cum..." I loved hearing him beg. I loved hearing him say my name so desperately. I loved that he needed me.

I flipped him around and threw him down onto the bed. I kissed him hard and slipped my tongue into his mouth. He moaned, his voice coming out as nothing but a muffled hum. Simotanesouly, I unzipped his jeans, palming him through his boxers. He was moaning so loud, such a sweet golden sound. Just for me.

I was the one who was making him beg. All of that confidence was gone, withered away the moment I pinned him to the wall. He wanted me to fuck him senseless, and he was going to beg as long as he had to. That power made me feel so good.

When I made him cum I wanted him to know that all of it was worth it.

"Suck baby." George complied and took my fingers into his mouth. Lathering them with his saliva. I smiled. "That's good, baby. You are so good for me," I kissed his cheek again, then softly on his lips. "You want me to fuck you?"

"I want you to fuck me. Please. Please."

"Of course, baby." I slipped off his pants, and then his boxers. I did the same to myself. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." Slowly I added the first finger, he moaned at the motion. I added another, then a third. Finally, I was stretching him and he was a moaning mess. His words were incoherent and shaky.

I pulled out of him and asked him again, "Are you, sure baby?" He nodded.

"Yes, I want you." I grinned, so I inserted myself into him slowly. He groaned, wincing from the pain. I stopped, waiting for him to tell me to continue.

"Keep going." And so I thrust at a steady pace and as his moans turned into screams I went faster. Enjoying every second that he was saying my name, and I returned it. Whispering sweet nothings into his ear and then he screamed my name the loudest and I knew I had hit his prostate. I aimed for it again, and he instinctively wrapped his legs around me, aching for me to be closer. He was clawing into my back but I didn't care. Because it hurt, but it hurt so good.

Over and over until he couldn't talk, until his voice was raspy and patchy from his screams.

"Dream I'm gonna-"

"Cum baby." He came all over our stomachs and chest. Quickly I wiped us off with tissues next to the bed.

I fell next to him and wrapped my arms around his body. "Dream." I hummed in response. His voice was still hoarse from the overuse.

"I love you," I looked at him, his eyes droopy.

"I love you, George. So much more than you know." I kissed his nose softly before we drifted off to sleep.