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Nerd!Choso x Stripper!Reader

MDNI!

“C’mon dude, it’ll be fun,” said Gojo as he shoved Choso’s arm.

“I don’t know man…I feel like it’s objectifying and…dirty.”

Choso said as he ran a hand up the back of his head shyly.

“I’ve never been to a strip club and I’m not sure how to feel about it. I know it’s your birthday and all but…this seems like a lot.”

Gojo rolled his eyes and put his arm around Choso’s shoulder. He knew he’d win him over eventually.

The two boys continued walking back to their dorm room. They were both seniors in college and this weekend was Gojo’s 21st birthday. Gojo was somewhat of a popular guy at the college they attended. He made friends with everyone, especially the girls. Choso wasn’t sure why Gojo insisted on going to a strip club for his birthday since he could get with anyone he wanted.

The boys made it back to their room where they continued their conversation. Eventually, Gojo got Choso to agree, only after promising he wouldn’t have to do anything, just show up. Choso stayed up that night, imagining in his head what he was getting himself into.

The weekend finally came and Choso pulls into the clubs parking lot. He gets out and sees everyone surrounding Gojo’s car. They all dap each other up and start hyping him up, something about ass and titties, Choso doesn’t really pay any mind to it. They walk into the club and go to the bar. Choso grabs a drink, something light since he lit up on the drive there. He needed something to calm his nerves.

“Let’s go up to the stage!” One of Gojo’s friends say.

Choso reluctantly follows the group up to the stage. Some random song Choso doesn’t know is playing. He feels awkward and doesn’t really know where to look. The dancer collects her money, giggling at the calls the random men are throwing at her.

The DJ comes over the microphone to announce the next dancer. Choso finishes his drink, listening to the boys make jokes, loving every second of being there. Choso on the other hand would rather be at home, doing anything but this. He’s never really had a girlfriend or done anything with a girl before. He liked women, he thought they were beautiful. Some would say his shy personality and looks are what kept them away. He never really put himself out there much. He enjoyed living vicariously through Gojo, hearing his stories about his ordeals was enough.

The next song starts playing and unexpectantly, it’s a song Choso enjoys. Not your typical club song you hear. He is intrigued. He glances up towards the stage and his eyes fixate on the dancer, on you.

You have been working at this club for a decent amount of time. You don’t attend school just yet, wanting to take some time off and save some money. You liked this job, thought it was fun to go up and dance to songs you got to pick. You liked the attention you got, knowing how to get men to fawn all over you. There was no touching allowed in this club so you were always safe. You went out on stage after the DJ announced your stage name and kept your head down until you got up to the pole. You looked up into the audience and saw some boys who looked your age. This will be fun, you thought. One boy caught your eye. He looked up at you with dark brown eyes, big as dinner plates. He had his long dark hair tied back and he has some facial piercings. Not your usual type, but he seemed interesting.

Choso could not believe his eyes. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You had on a sexy red set on and your long hair just flowed beautifully down your back. He couldn’t help but stare at you. Until you looked up. You made direct eye contact with him and gave him a little grin. Choso turned away quickly, blushing.

What the actual fuck?

Did she really just smile at me?

Choso took the chance to look back up at you but you were focused on dancing. You moved so gracefully on the pole. Taking your time and going nice and slow. Hitting each beat in the song. He really couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your body. The way it moved on the stage. Each time your heels clicked, he could feel something below. Choso cursed under his breath.

Gojo nudged him with his elbow, nodding and smiling.

“She is fine as fuck right?”

Choso just nodding along, giving Gojo a courtesy laugh. Choso just continued following you with his eyes.

You could feel him staring at you during the whole dance. It made you feel something you don’t usually feel when dancing. This made you even more intrigued by him. You pulled out all of your best moves, trying to impress him. You could see his hands go into his pockets, maybe trying to hide something? You finished out the routine as the song ended. You collected your cash, crawling across the stage seductively. You lock eyes with the mysterious boy again and blow a kiss to him. The boys around him go nuts. You laugh to yourself and make your exit. You go backstage to touch yourself up and get ready to go out onto the floor. You know what you have to do. You want something and nothing is going to stop you.

After what just happened after the dancer left the stage, Choso knew he needed another drink. He could feel the red on his face. His heart was beating faster and his pants were feeling a tad bit tighter. He felt so embarrassed. He adjusted himself so it was so obvious and made his way back to the bar. The other boys laughing and joking as he walked away. He took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a shot.

As the bartender served him, he heard a sweet voice behind him.

“Where’s mine?”

Choso turned around to see who was talking and he froze in his seat. You walk up and snake a hand onto his back. You could feel him tense beneath your touch.

“I- uh- Yeah what do you drink?”

You just laugh and tell the bartender to get you the same thing.

“So, what’s your name, handsome?” You say, staring into those big brown eyes.

He shifts around in his seat and says “Choso, nice to meet you…”

You fill in the pause with your name. You reach out your hand to shake his. His big hand engulfs yours in a swift handshake.

“Cheers to making new acquaintances” you say, holding up the shot glass.

Choso clinks his glass against yours.

Part 1!