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❦︎.ᐟ more than a dance

.ᐟcw: stripper!reader, lap dance, light mirror play, fingering

"𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, ℎ𝑒𝑦 (𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡?)" - 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡

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You’ve seen your fair share of men. But sae itoshi? He’s on another level of cold, collected, and disinterested, a regular now. Always comes at the same time on the same days. Watches your dance for the night and books you right after.

He’s considered somewhat of a VIP guest, so you had no choice but to dance for him. Not that you minded, considering the amount he paid.

He always sits in the same seat, center couch in the dim VIP lounge. Legs spread, hand curled lazily around a glass of something expensive. Dark green eyes watching you—every sway of your hips, every time you drop to your knees for the crowd and let your tongue skim your bottom lip.

Sometimes you think he’s getting bored of you. That was until now.

Your set ends and you walk off the stage, getting stopped by your manager. “He wants you. Again. VIP private room 013.” your manager says, tilting his head in the direction sae went.

“Sae?”

“Yeah, he said to hurry” You nodded, going backstage to freshen up before walking towards the room. Heels clicking against the floor.

You push the door open—dim lights, a velvet couch, mirror wall behind it, and him.

Sae’s already seated, legs spread again, head tilted slightly. Eyes dark and unreadable as ever.

“Took you long enough” swishing the glass of whatever around, staring you down as you walk up to him. Placing your hands on either side of his face and climbing onto his lap.

“You don’t talk much. Thought you’d like some silence, you know?” you tease, whispering against his ear. The almost deafening music in the background only adds to the tension under neon lights.

His hand curls around your waist instantly—tighter than expected. His voice is low.

“Don’t get too comfortable.”

You start slow, hips rocking as your fingers trace the collar of his shirt. Your lips graze his ear when you mumble, “Still pretending you don’t like this?” Sae scoffs softly, that condescending smirk breaking through. His hand cups your ass, pulling you down flush.

“You think you're in control just because you’re on top?” he murmurs. “Cute.”

Then his hips buck. You dig your nails into his shoulder. Fuck, he’s already hard? He definetly been holding back.

“Ride. i never said you could stop” You roll your hips, the friction driving heat straight between your thighs, but it’s not enough. He doesn’t even move—just lets you grind yourself against him until you're panting, staring at him through your lashes.

You flinch as his hands move away from your waist towards your inner thighs. His knuckles brushing over the soaked fabric of your thong. A mean smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re soaked” he tilts his head, knowing damn well he’s the one who’s in control right now. “Just from a dance?” you looked down, prying your eyes away from his menacing glare. Staring at his large hand resting between your bodies. Face flushed a deep shade of red. Thank god for the neon lights which masked your blushing face.

You look at him with a pout, wanting to say something back but he’s already pushing the fabric aside, back of his fingers rubbing against your folds. Torturously slow. Your body spontaneously grinds up against his fingers.

“So fucking desperate.” he laughs, clearly degrading you. “Desperate for me, isn’t that right?”

“Fuck- sae-” you gasped, 2 of his fingers invading you. Your soft walls clench around the thick digits. His fingers get meaner, deeper.

“Say it.” he repeats, thumb pressing against your clit. You bit down on your plump lower lip, nodding.

“Words, yn. Words.” the words come out rough, like an order. “And look in the mirror while you say it”

Your pussy throbs at his words. You look behind him, eyes coming in contact with yourself. Your cheeks flushed red, lips parted.

“I.. i’m needy for you” The words tasted bitter on your tongue, especially while watching yourself say it. It’s like he was forcing you to lose all self-respect.

“I don’t need your stripper act anymore, yn” he says, curling his fingers up, making your stomach clench, your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Then what do you need?” he smirks at your breathy, moan-like words.

“You to cum all over my lap and fingers” you let out a high pitched moan, his fingers pushing in deeper, your gummy walls swallowing him up, keeping them warm in your cunt. “And to make sure everyone out there can hear who you belong to”

Those were more than words. They were a promise. Your hips tremble against his lap.

“Ride.” he repeats from earlier. You grinded down on his fingers, rolling your hips as tension coils in your stomach, your thighs clamping around the side of his. One last curl of his fingers, thumb applying gentle pressure on your clit while he circles it and you finish around them, you choke his fingers, knees digging into the sofa. It’s like your entire body shook from that orgasm. You scream his name against his shoulder, shameful but sweet. Your body rocks forward, head buried in his neck as you ride it out, pulse pounding in your ears. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t rush you. Arousal dripping down his longer fingers, past his knuckles, dripping onto the couch beneath him.

“God, look at yourself” he muses, your eyes flickering up to your reflection in the mirror making you drop your head onto his shoulder. The strong scent of cologne coming from his suit puts you in a daze.

“Do you have no manners?” his words catch you off guard, you look at him confused.

“Sorry?”

“What’re you supposed to say when someone does something for you?” you didn’t know what he was talking about. Until it hit you. He wanted you to thank him for letting you ride his fingers. Oh wow, what a jerk. A hot one.

You hate how fast you obey, looking down at his lips.

“Thank you, sae” you said quietly, voice shaking. Maybe from embarrassment or maybe from finishing so hard around him.

He lets out a pleased hum, finally pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and cold. He fixes your thong, not that it changes much.

He takes his fingers pressing them against your lips. You part them, taking them into your mouth, tongue swirling around them, cleaning them up real good.

“Good girl”

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